#i mean hell they both WERE dead for a bit and yet they came back

[clockwayswrites]

Dead on MAYn Day 6

Trope | Enemies at First Sight/Scar Soulmates

Dialogue | "I would believe that you're fine, but that's a knife sticking out of your goddamn leg, so…"

cw: blood, medical care, scars

“Hey, um, are… you okay? Can I call someone? Or, like, help you get somewhere?”

“I’m fine,” Red Hood growled back at the voice from the bright edge of the alley.

“Yeah, I would believe that you're fine, but that's a knife sticking out of your goddamn leg, so…”

Hood snorted, the sound ugly through the mask. “Yeah. Hurts like a mother too.”

“I’m sure.” The figure was a broad one—broader than Hood was maybe. It seemed like they filled up the entrance to alley. It wasn’t threatening though. In fact, they seemed almost hunched in on themselves. “I’ve got my bike close. I can give you a ride to wherever you need and completely forget where I’ve been after.”

“Yeah? Good at forgetting, are you?” Hood rasped.

“I’m a college student in the middle of finals, chances are I won’t remember this at all,” they said dryly.

“If you try anything, I can still kill you,” Hood pointed out.

“No doubt of that at all!” they said, way too cheerfully. “I’ll grab my bike and be right back.”

Hood let his head thump back against the wall. He gave it an eighty:twenty that guy would come back himself. Forty:sixty that they would try something on the way. Seventy:thirty that this would come back to bite him in the ass later. But his leg fucking hurt.

He could save himself some trouble now and later if he got dropped of at Leslie’s instead of a safe house. The clinic being somewhere Red Hood would shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone. It would mean a lecture, though. And possibly some heat for Leslie.

He was pretty sure the knife didn’t hit anything vital.

Hood was just pulling out the last of the bandages he’d need with the person came back. The roar of a beast of a bike was the first hint, and then their shadow blocked the alleyway for a moment before they approached.

They were pretty nondescript. Unruly Black hair, slightly scruffy beard like they jut hadn’t had time to trip it up lately. They had on a hoodie under a worn leather jacket and jeans. It was only the bright turquoise eyes that really caught Hood’s attention.

“Time for the knife to come out? Let me help with the bandages while you do the pulling,” they said, still annoyingly cheerful.

“I could kill you with the knife,” Hood pointed out, just to be ornery.

The guy just snorted. “Sure, you could, but you wouldn’t. You’re the Red Hood and I’ve not fucked with anything on your nope list. Hell, the worst thing I’ve done this month is glared at a little old abuela because she was talking so loudly on her phone on the subway. Like, okay, you’re old, you’re look one sneeze away from scattering into dust, I’m sure there’s hearing loss, but spare the rest of us, you know?”

As they chattered, they took the bandages from Hood and then squatted down. And Jesus their thighs rivaled Hood’s. They made quite a sight down there at Hood’s feet like that.

Fuck, get a hold of yourself, Hood. So it’s been a long time, but this wasn’t the time.

Hood yanked the knife out with a bit back noise. The guy’s hands were there instantly, pressing the gauze down tightly for a little bit before wrapping it under the bandage. It was crude, but Hood just needed it to last to the safe house where he could clean it up properly.

He tossed the guy a wet wipe to clean up with and then took the trash and stowed it away to burn later. Then Hood pushed himself up off the wall, ignoring the offered hand, and limped towards the entrance of the alleyway.

The bike was impressive, even Hood had to admit it. His fingers itched a little to poke and prod at the beast. It was an old school hog, or a least that’s where most of it’s bit came from, but it was clearly a custom work in progress. It actually looked like it could support both of them too.

“He’s a looker, isn’t he?” the guy asked with a proud smile. “Not done yet, of course, but I’m working on it! Oh, I’m Danny.”

“Danny,” Hood repeated with a little nod. “He/him fine?”

Danny blinked in surprise at the consideration. “Yeah, good with me. Um, right, I know you know how to ride, just signal where you want me to turn and things.”

Hood gave a little nod, waited for Danny to climb on to his bike and put his helmet on, and then carefully settled behind him. The engine roared to life with a lovely purr and then they were of.

Danny didn’t try anything.

“I knew you were going to be a fucking problem,” Hood growled as he stalked across the roof to where Danny stood bashfully, as if he hadn’t just basically put up a bat signal to summon Hood.

Two out of three wasn’t bad.

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“I mean, I didn’t show up at your house or anything!” Danny defended. “I just—look, we just need to talk.”

Hood crossed his arms. “Talk?”

“Or I’ll talk, and you can just listen! That’s fine too!” Danny said. “Look, so after I took you where you needed to go a few weeks ago I went home, showered, and crashed hard. But then I woke up and—look, I’m sorry for this, but you’re the one who got stabbed there!”

And then Danny started undoing his pants.

Which, what? Hood was pretty sure that he wasn’t dreaming this time. He focused on imagining a red ball to check if he was lucid dreaming.

Nope, nothing.

Danny was still pulling down his jeans over his very well toned thighs. And Jesus if Jason hadn’t been having dreams before—

“See?” Danny said. “I have a fresh scar right where you’ve been stabbed! And I haven’t done anything that could have given me it.”

There was indeed a pink, freshly healing scar on Danny’s legs, right where Hood had been stabbed. But Danny couldn’t be implying that.

“That’s one scar, it doesn’t prove anything,” Jason snapped even as he stepped closer.

Scar soulmates were one of the rarer types. Jason had never even considered having one. He had always thought empathy was mostly likely for him, with his moods. No one should have the scars that he had. No one should share his marks, not even a soulmate.

“It’s just one little scar, I know.” Danny yanked his jeans back up but didn’t bother fastening them before he pulled his shirt and hoodie up instead. An ugly, surgical Y crossed his chest. “But this one’s a little more distinctive.”

Jason stumbled back from Danny, hand pressed to his own chest.

Danny just stepped forward. “You had to have wondered where that came from. People don’t just get a scar like that.”

“What?”

“It’s—I was—”

Jason shook his head. “No, that’s my scar. I died.”

Danny paused. “What?”

“I died. And then I woke up in my coffin. I had that scar. I always assumed it was an autopsy scar…” but that didn’t make any sense, did it? Why would Bruce have let an autopsy happen? It was clear how Jason had died. And that how was revealing, too revealing. Why had Jason never thought of that before? Why had he assumed? “But… it’s not, is it. It’s yours?”

Danny nodded.

Anger surged through Jason, bubbled up like the growl in the back of his throat. He stalked forward. This time, Danny took a step back.

“Who did that to you?” Jason growled. He yanked Danny’s shirt back up and pressed his gloved fingers over the scar. “Who hurt you?”

“Well, you know, the usual. Shadowy government organization intent on studying me like a lab rat,” Danny said with an awkward chuckle.

Jason was going to get more information than that. He was going to find them and end them for what they had done to Danny. He was going to—

“Hood, breathe,” Danny said. “I’m okay now. I’m right here, aren’t I?”

Jason ran his fingers over Danny’s side and the round scar there. A bullet from his Robin days. Batman had been pissed after that one. Or was it worried?

“Can we—is there somewhere we can go to talk this over? I’m not… I’m not expecting anything from you,” Danny said in a way that already sounded heartbroken, “but I feel like we should at least talk about it, right?”

“Yeah.” Jason swallowed back his nerves and every part of him that wanted to wrap Danny up in his arms and never let go. “Yeah. Come on, I have a safe house close. We can talk there. We can talk about everything.”

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Danny, who always knew cause wow Jason has a lot of scars, patting Jason's back and very amused and flattered that Red Hood wants to go destroy the GIW for him. Maybe Danny will let him.

AN:

Jason, who thought he didn't have a soulmate and that meant something because he didn't have the normal types and he didn't get (noticeable) scars because all of Danny's big ones were as Phantom, clinging desperately to Danny like ;-;

[y2kstarr]

Mutual Hatred - m. sturniolo

brother's bsf!matt x nate's little sister!reader

Warnings : 18+ ⋆ smut w/ plot ⋆ age gap (18 - 22) ⋆ cursing (a whole lotta fucks) ⋆ dom!matt ⋆ mean!matt ⋆ brat!reader ⋆ sub!reader ⋆ masturbation ⋆ phone sex? ⋆ underage drinking (big no no!!) ⋆ p in v no protection (wrap it before you tap it!!) ⋆ virginity loss ⋆ mirror sex ⋆ hate sex? ⋆ spanking ⋆ slight choking ⋆ degrading and slight praising ⋆ usage of "slut", "whore", "bitch", "brat", "baby" + more

Word count : 7.2k

requested? yes

Synopsis : You love your brother, Nate, but for the life of you, you just can't stand one of his best friends, Matt. But when Matt (accidentally?) sends you something he shouldn't, things get pretty tense and questions start to bubble. Just keep it to yourself, no biggie– At least that is until you tag along to a party, and a simple little party game pulls you both into a situation neither of you had expected.

If the two of you were twins, you would’ve been absolutely unstoppable. But alas, a three-year difference was what you had to settle for. Regardless, that never put a strain on you and Nate’s friendship, a bond between a brother and a sister, greater than anyone could ever know.

He’d looked after you when you were little, took care of anyone who even thought to bully you, and even in high school, he never dropped you for his friends, never left you in the dust. He practically went out of his way to include you in anything.

Of course, this did lead to you hanging out with his group of friends more than your own, his being practically family whilst yours was loosely knitted together only during school hours. But that was ok, his friends were nice to you.

Yes, of course there were times you were picked on, times you were mockingly babied, but that was expected with you being younger than them all. You’d gotten used to it, nothing new, nothing different. 

But there was one of his friends that really got under your skin, really grinded your gears, just– ultimately pissed you off; Matt. How could he be a triplet yet be so utterly different from his brothers? Especially in how each of them treated you.

Nick was the perfect guy to gossip with, “can I be mean for a second?” becoming one of your guys’ common phrases at this point anytime you two got the chance to hang out.

Chris was energetic as hell and just a pure goofball, making it feel like the two of you were the youngest of the group, even though he was just as old as the rest of them.

But Matt? You two just seemed to have a deep seated, mutual hatred for one another, this distaste for each other. Every time he bit, you bit back, snarky remarks, backhanded comments, sometimes just downright insults, but that was only reserved for when Nate wasn't around, or else Matt would be a dead man.

You'd been laying in bed after a long day of tagging along with Nate and his friends around town, getting to be in one of their videos since it was a pretty packed day and served for some worthy content. Of course, the day didn't go without your regular banter with Matt, definitely causing some footage to be ruined with how mean you two were being.

Your thumb scrolled through your feed, passing by pictures and reels, random posts and content, when suddenly you'd gotten a notification... from Matt, of all people. You furrowed your eyebrows, letting the dropdown message linger for just a moment before it shot back up as if it was never there.

You should've just left it, it was Matt, what the hell would it matter what he sent you. It was probably something stupid just to get on your nerves, or some idiotic message that was certain to just piss you off. But the fact that it was an attachment rather than a text had your mind filling with curiosity that you couldn't help but follow.

Pulling your notifications back down, you let out a soft breath before clicking on his message, preparing yourself for something stupid... but nothing could've prepared you for what came up on your screen. Your eyes widened at the sight that came up, a chill of surprise rushing up your spine, and you nearly shot up from your bed at what you were seeing right now.

A heated blush crept up your neck, dusting your cheeks and the tips of your ears, as you stared at your phone like a deer caught in headlights. Matt's dick was on your screen. A full blown, set up and everything, dick pic right in your messages— no, actually, not just a dick pic, that was a whole ass video.

What was he doing? Did he mean to send it to you? Was that actually his? Was he playing some fucked up prank on you? Why the hell did you even have his number saved?

Your mind filled with question after question, thoughts racing through your head, but, for some god damn reason, you couldn't pull your eyes away from it. You studied the way his hand wrapped around the base, the way it curved just slightly upward, the was it faded into a deep pink that ended in a leaking tip, pre-cum glistening just in the picture of the video alone.

Your thumb hovered over the play button, slightly shaking a bit as you hesitated. No, you shouldn't watch this. It clearly wasn't meant for you, it's an invasion of his privacy if you do, even if you hated his guts... but no one would know. You're all alone in your bedroom, no one else to see nor hear anything.

Just you and your phone that held a life altering video simply at the press of a button.

One, two, three more seconds passed by before the pad of your thumb made contact with your screen, audio starting to play through your phone speaker as the video stayed on the back camera.

From the flash on his phone, you could see the lower half of his body, his shirt slightly ridden up on his midriff and his sweats tugged down over his hips, as he lay in his bed, bathed in a blue hue from his LED lights.

"Fuck, baby.. got me all hard n' shit.." Matt's hushed voice rang through the speaker, washing over you in a way it never had before, despite your many years of equating his voice to the noise of nails against a chalkboard.

Free hand wrapped around his thick cock, you watched as he gave it a few slow tugs, his groans floating through the speaker and making your body shiver with desire, thighs pressing together under the comfort of your blanket.

"Wish you were here, sucking this dick.." He spoke once more, his hand slowly stroking up to the head of his cock before he let out a low hiss, his thumb teasing his leaking tip, drawing slow circles, before stroking back down to the base. "Just imagining your pretty lips wrapped around me's got me all messy.."

Even though you knew, deep down, this wasn't meant for you, a total mistake on his part for sending it.. you let yourself believe he was talking about you, to you.

As he pumped his cock with a steady pace, you let yourself believe he was imagining you, your pretty eyes looking up at him so innocently as you'd take his thick shaft in your mouth, letting your pink, glossy lips wrap around it and swallow as much as you could—

Fuck— no way you were thinking like this, imagine this shit with Matt, out of all people— but as you felt that aching burn between your thighs, that feeling that started sparks anytime you pressed your thighs together, all dignity was thrown out the god damn window.

You held your phone right at your chest level in your left hand, eyes trained on the video as your free hand slowly, almost tentatively, traveled down, gripping and tossing your blanket off to reveal your lower half, clad in only your panties to pair with your baggy nighttime shirt. You mentally cursed at yourself as you let your hand slide underneath your panties, but as your fingers glided through your slick folds, you couldn't give a fuck less what you were doing.

"Shit, baby– just thinkin' about that sweet pussy's gonna make me cum," Matt groaned through the speaker, making you bite your lip as you sunk two fingers into your soaked cunt, slowly pumping them in time with Matt's strokes in the video. This was so fucking stupid... but it felt so good.

A soft moan slipped from your lips in time with a muffled noise on his end, fingers starting to pick up pace a bit as his strokes quickened a little. "Bet you're touching yourself right now, huh baby?" Matt teased from the video, making your cheeks heat up once more in embarrassment. Even though this was a video, it still felt as if he was really talking to you, as if he knew you yourself had your fingers moving inside you, imagining it was him instead.

Fuck, that tore a needy moan from your lips, thinking about him above you, pinning you to your bed and letting his fingers control your pleasure, or better yet, feeling him stuff that thick cock in your pussy. Fucking hell– your past self from just a mere couple of hours ago would be utterly disgusted with you, but you couldn't care less right now.

"That fuckin' pussy would be grippin' me so tight right now, shit–" He groaned as you watched him squeeze his cock on each upstroke, making your cunt clench around your fingers in shared time.

Though, for some reason, a petty, jealous voice rang in the back of your head, reminding you that this was meant for someone else, a different girl who got to see Matt like this, in all his non-shitty glory. It twisted your stomach, yet added to the pleasure as you pumped your fingers faster.

He could do so much better with you, no matter who the girl was. You knew how to push his buttons, how to piss him off and make him fight the urge constantly to fucking strangle you for it. Fuck– his hands around your throat, pressing just right–

"Mm– fuck baby, y' gonna make me cum," His breathy voice came through once more, mixing in with your thoughts and doubling the stimulations that had your body nearly trembling with pleasure.

"Fuck–" You muttered out, biting your lip as you felt that burning heat low in your tummy, your hips involuntarily rocking up against your palm to stimulate your clit, a whine falling from your parted lips as your eye fluttered whilst watching him fuck up into his fist.

"Fuckin' cum with me baby, c'mon.." He demanded with a breathy voice, his voice clearly coming through his clenched teeth now as you both were climbing to that glorious high.

"Matt– s-shit—" You panted, too lost in the pleasure to even realize his name had left your mouth. You tried so hard to keep your eyes on your phone, wanting to watch him come undone in time with you, your thighs starting to tremble as that pleasure built and built–

"Shiiit–" A pleasured moan poured from the speaker as you watched thick, white spurts of cum shoot from Matt's tip and drip down over his fingers, your eyes flying shut just second after, as you felt your own orgasm crash over you.

A gasp fell from your bitten lips, your body practically seizing as the pleasure washed over you in tidal waves, gushing around your fingers as you rutted against your palm, chasing that high. Your vision became white, your ear muffling noises, and your body trembling before you finally came back down, breathy pants leaving you as your chest heaved.

You hardly even registered what Matt said at the end before the video ended, your phone dimming as it slipped from your hand and onto your chest. Your eyes fluttered as you looked up at your starry ceiling, a soft purple glow covering your room from your lights.

You groaned softly as you finally, yet slowly, slid your fingers out of your cunt, the pleasure and desire that once resided in your stomach now turned and twisted into guilt, near regret, and mostly disbelief.

Holy shit. You just did that.

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A yawn rang from Nate's open mouth as he stretched, making his way into the kitchen where you were already, sitting at the counter with a bowl of cereal in front of you, slow bites taken as you swiped through your feed, just like you did every morning.

But a nagging voice filled your thoughts, making your body tense as you glanced up at your brother, watching him turn to open one of the cabinets in search of his own breakfast. What if he found out? Would he cut ties with Matt? Would he be mad at you?

He'd do practically anything to protect you, but you also knew his friendship with the triplets was like a brotherhood at this point. Either way, a bond would be demolished, and you didn't want either to happen.

"You good?" Nate's voice pulled you from your thoughts, making your eyes glance up to his finally after having zeroed in on a spot near the edge of the counter, your posture straightening up a bit

"Uh– Yeah, yeah just.. tired, I guess," You weren't exactly lying to him, you were still tired, but maybe the whole fact that you had stayed up, having a near existential crisis for 30 minutes over getting off to your brother's best friend, was the reasoning in that.

Thankfully, Nate didn't dig any further, either believing you and moving on, or too tired to try and pry, just giving a nod and a hum. Either way, you mentally thanked him tremendously. You brought your spoon back to your mouth, eating another bite of cereal before Nate spoke up once more.

"Hey, so," Your body tensed up, watching as his palms pressed against the counter, his body leaning against it as he looked at you. Could he tell? Did he know already? Fuck fuck fuck– "There's gonna be this huge party tonight, the guys invited me and everything, and I just wanted to see if you wanted to tag along?"

Part of you sighed deeply inside, nearly wanting to kick yourself from how your nerves were getting to you, it was fine, you were fine. The other part of you perked up, physically, your eyebrows raising at your older brother's offer. A party? Like, a genuine, drinks and music and all that shit, party?

Nate had only ever limited you with parties, which was fair, you were too young for them, and most of the time could've ended up with you getting lost in seconds. But you were 18 now, old enough to start having fun and being trusted not to end up leaving with some rando.

"Really?" You asked, mouth still full of cereal, making Nate chuckle before nodding, lifting himself up a bit.

"Yeah, really," He assured you, removing his hands from the counter and crossing his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow at you in curiosity of what your answer would be. "So? Wanna go or what?"

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Saturday night, 10:00 pm, and Nate pulled up to the lively house with you in passenger, his hand shifting the car into park before taking out the keys.

Your eyes surveyed what you could see only from here, party lights making the house practically glow, nearly taking away from the fact this house was in a rich rich neighborhood, the view of a pool in the background peaking out from behind the house.

You nearly jumped as Nate touched your shoulder, his eyes a little concerned as you turned to look at him, a nervous smile on his lips. "You sure you're ok, jumpy?" He teased a little, making you smile back and loosen your tensed body just a bit.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good, just– adrenaline and nerves starting to pump in is all, first time jitters I guess," You admitted to your brother, watching as his concern and worry quickly shifted into pride and excitement for you, his hand rubbing your shoulder like he always did to help calm your nerves.

"You'll have fun, don't worry, shit's always scary the first time around," He comforted you, making your nerves wash away with ease before you nodded, smiling at him.

"Ok, I'm ready." He smiled bright and patted the steering wheel with enthusiasm at your confidence.

"Hell yeah, let's do this!" He cheered, making you giggle as the two of you stepped out of his car, the cool night breeze hitting your bare legs and arms in your black skirt and golden white, silk top, the fabric perfectly loose and ruffled across your chest.

Music poured from the open front door as you and Nate made your way up the path, Nate stepping into the party first with you right behind him. Your senses filled with the loud music and conversations all around you, the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, perfumes and colognes, all meshing together in an oddly satisfying way.

You hardly even realized Nate had instantly found his friends until he'd given you a quick heads-up of where he was going before he made his way away from you. The nerves sank back in as you looked around the bustling party, biting your glossy bottom lip, your fingers fidgeting with the bracelet you sported with your outfit.

Your feet finally let you move from your spot, snaking your way through people as you spotted what looked to be the kitchen, drinks and snacks displayed for the partygoers. You could really use some water right now.

You let out a sigh as you stepped into the kitchen, spotting the water and grabbing one, but as you went to open the bottle, your peace was shattered by a familiar voice.

"The fuck?" You turned your head to see him, in all his shitty fucking, annoying glory; Matt. You felt your stomach free fall as memories of last night flashed through your mind. Be cool, don't let him know.

Your brows began to furrow as he looked you up and down with a judging eyes, a few of his friends around him still conversing, before nodding towards you. "Who the hell let you come over?" He harshly asked, to which you rolled your eyes at.

"Nate. Who else, dipshit?" You retaliated, noticing the way his grip on his red solo cup tightened ever so slightly before he pushed himself off of the counter he previously leaned on.

You watched him walk up to you, your breath hitching just a bit as he got up in your face with dark, glaring eyes, causing you to step back just a bit before your back touched the edge of the counter. His frame practically towered over you, making you feel even smaller with how he cornered you.

"You can be a bitch all you want, doesn't make you any cooler." He hissed out, your close proximity to him making your heart traitorously beat faster, the way his black ransom tee hung off his frame just right and matched with his sweats, his chain dangling around his neck. Why'd he have to be so fucking close?

You watched as his eyes looked down at the water bottle in your hand, a scoff leaving his lips as he brought his eyes back to you. "Fuckin' pussy, can't even handle some alcohol," He mocked you, before straightening himself back up and bringing his solo cup to his lips. Fuck– did he get hotter?

"Go fuckin' play with your barbies or some shit, this is a big kids party, not a damn baby shower," He chuckled meanly before chugging down the rest of his drink and leaving you to go get a refill.

Your eyes, glaring as they followed him, fell down to your water bottle in hand, this gut feeling burning within you, causing a nagging voice to start up in your head. You were grown. You weren't just some fucking kid anymore, and you needed to show him that.

You tossed the water bottle back and nearly stomped your way through the party, on a mission to go find the one person you needed to talk to right now; Nate.

Snaking through dancing and conversing people, you finally found your brother within a group off to the side, his laugh distinctly giving off his location. You look in a deep breath before you tapped on his shoulder, watching as he turned around to face you, his eyebrow raising with a smile on his face, as if to ask "what's up?"

"Hey– uh, Nate?" You felt like such a little kid having to ask your older brother for something you weren't old enough to have yet, but you weren't backing down from this.

You glanced down at the red solo cup he had in his hand, one that he'd been nursing on for a while now since he wasn't too crazy for the alcohol here, before sighing to prep yourself. "Can I have, just like— one drink?"

You watched as his eyes widened ever so slightly and how he sucked in a breath through his teeth, his eyes glancing away as his free hand went to the back of his neck to rub it. "Shit– Sis, I don't know.." He muttered, but of course, instead of earning an understanding from you, he looked back only to see you trying to use your begging eyes on him.

101 of having an older brother who'd do anything for you: Make sure to perfect the puppy eyes.

"Please, Nate? I promise, just one drink is all, I just wanna try it." You asked him, watching his resolve falter before it finally crumbled, a sigh leaving his lips.

"Ok ok, fine. One drink," You nearly yelped with joy, wrapped your arms around him in a quick hug as you thanked him profusely, promising to keep your word before you dashed back to where the drinks were, hoping that Matt was still there so you could shove it in his face.

You fixed yourself and practically strutted to where the red solo cups and alcohol were. Noticing as Matt seemed to feel your presence once more, you felt his eyes glancing at you in a glare from the other side of the kitchen where he was previously, but you paid him no mind.

Grabbing a cup from the stacks and popping open a beer can, you poured the forbidden drink into the cup, watching it foam a bit before settling. You tossed the can in the nearby trash before looking over at Matt, catching his attention as you flipped him off whilst taking a drink from your cup.

The alcohol burned deliciously going down your throat, making you skin tingle with goosebumps at the taste and feeling of it, a shiver racking up your spine, but you hid it all as best you could before bringing the cup back down to look at Matt.

Watching as he glared at you before rolling his eyes and looking away, you smirked, feeling victorious for once tonight. Who was the baby now?

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Newsflash, the alcohol didn't help shit now.

You'd been dragged into a small group who was doing some party games, not even realizing one of them had snagged Matt too, leaving you all in a big circle now as people chatted and laughed, music still playing around the house.

The palms of your hands felt sweaty against your knees, your eyes glancing up to look at Matt who sat across from you in the circle, already noticing his eyes on you before he fixed you with a glare, one you retaliated back with flipping him off. The air lifted just a bit, good.

"Alright!" One of the girls chirped up, her tits nearly spilling from her tube top as she leaned over to place an empty beer bottle in the middle, making you glance down at your own chest in a glaring moment of jealously, before you shook that from your thoughts.

"We're going about this like spin the bottle. Whichever two people it lands on gotta leave and get into the bathroom for 7 minutes, since Robbie's too baby to let us use one of the closets," She teased the party host, his eyes rolling as he hugged one knee to his chest.

"Hey, I just don't want y'all's cum stains on my clothes," He explained, earning laughs from around the circle as he took a swig from his bottle. Fuck, ok, this was really happening. Stay cool, you're cool, it's all cool.

You watched as the girl's fingers grasped the bottle before giving it a spin, everybody around you beginning to lean forward in anticipation. Your heart sped up as it began to slow down, the neck of the bottle finally stoping to point directly at Matt.

Whilst everyone cheered and whooped for him, laughing and teasing him for who he might get, you couldn't help the feeling of your gut twisting, thoughts of another girl's hands on him making your nails start to dig into your knees, partially out of jealousy, and partially out of anger at yourself for feeling this way.

You hated his guts and he hated yours, so why did it matter so much about who he might fuck tonight?

Thoughts dissipated with a simple shake of your head, an all-for-show smile coming to your glossy lips as your eyes trained on the way his ring clad fingers wrapped around the bottle, just like they had his cock last night, before he gave it a clean spin, the anticipation even higher now as everyone waited to see who was gonna get lucky.

The bottle started to slow down, and as the neck of the bottle finally chose another helpless soul, your smile fell as you realized... it was pointing at you.

Your head quickly shot up to look at Matt, who looked at the bottle in shock before meeting your eyes, the tension in the air thickening as you felt your heart fly out of your fucking chest. The sounds of everyone collect "oo"-ing around you two were practically muffled in your ears before you watched Matt quickly reach for the bottle again.

"Yeah, no fucking way. I'm spinnin' again," He huffed out, but just as he was about to grasp the bottle, the tube top girl snatched it before he could get it, tsking at him as she wiggled the bottle from its neck.

"Nuh uh, rules are rules, Matt. No take backs, no redos, it's one shot only." You felt as her hand gently pressed against the small of your back, making you sit up straighter and look at her, a playful smile on her pretty lips as she urged you to get up. "Go have fun, baby."

Blush tinted your cheeks from her words as you got onto your feet, looking over at Matt as he glared up at you, then at the girl, before groaning and following suit, his hands digging into his pockets. "Fine. Let's get this shit over with." He muttered with nearly clenched teeth, your feet quickly bringing you to walk behind him, hearing as everyone cheered you two on.

Breathe, you've got this.

As the two of you walked into the bathroom, he closed the door, locking it — per the games rules — before leaning against it, his head turned away as he stared at the wall instead of you. Your nerves quickly turned into annoyance as you were brought back to your dynamic with him.

"Are you choosing to not have any fun or are you always this boring at parties?" You asked him in a slightly snarky tone, noticing the way his jaw twitched before his tongue pressed against his cheek.

"I'm not fuckin' you if that's what you're getting at," He firmly said, not even tearing his eyes away from the beige, bathroom wall. "Not even gonna touch you, so you can drop it."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, your signature attitude that always came out with him finally coming back. "Not what I was getting at, dumbass." You huffed, before an idea popped into your head, a smirk slightly coming to your lips. "I know you'd fucking suck."

That definitely got his attention, his head turning to look at you as his brows furrowed. "The fuck you say?" He asked you, venom dripping from his tongue at the face of a challenge, to which you once smirked at, your eyes looking him up and down slowly before you squinted them just right.

"You fuckin' heard me."

In a moment, Matt pushed himself off of the door, music muffled on the other side of it as the two of you were stuck in his little world together. He nearly towered over you, fixing you with a dark, dangerous glare, before leaning into your face once more, but this time, you held your ground.

"I can make you such a fucking ruined mess, you'll be needing me to carry your sorry ass out of here, brat." He spat, low and threatening, but fuck, was it hot. Hearing him talk like this to you in a tone you were so used to, it made that ache come to life between your thighs.

"I bet you couldn't even make me cum, don't even know where everything is, huh?" You challenged back, the smirk on your glossy lips making his eyes glance down before looking back at you, his jaw clenching once more.

"You really wanna fuck around and find out, princess?" He asked degradingly, but the way the pet name fell from his lips had you practically soaking through your panties, memories of last night's video rolling through your head once more. And fuck, you weren't turning this opportunity down.

"Maybe I do, Matthew," A harsh huff left from his lips before, suddenly, you felt your eyes widen as his hands reach to grap your face, pulling you forward and capturing you in a sudden, harsh kiss. Here we fucking go.

The crash of your lips felt like the beginning of a war, of two tidal waves battling each other, each of you trying to fight from melting into it. Your hands grasp his shirt almost frantically, your lips moving against his in an angry, hurried manner, pent up feelings and long-lasting hatred dueling within you two and pouring into the kiss.

Huffs of breaths leave each of your lips between kisses, before you both dive right back in, trying to steal the dominance, but you both knew deep down who held it.

His hands cupped your face, keeping it tilted up and as he kissed you, your hair pressed against your cheeks by the force of his palms, before they slid down your collarbone and chest.

His hands gripped your waist and tugged you harshly against his body, before making you stumble back and hit against the edge of the sink counter, making you gasp into his mouth before tugging his bottom lip between your teeth.

Your hands found their way to the brunet curls at the back of his head, tangling your fingers within his hair as your nails scraped against his scalp, earning a groan from him into the kiss.

He tasted like everything you shouldn't have, everything you couldn't have, all dark and forbidding, addictive and dangerous, the taste mixing with the last shreds of your innocence deliciously.

"You're such a fuckin' brat," He practically growled against your lips, his knee lifting up to press between your thighs, a gasp falling from your lips at the pressure and friction as your hips involuntarily bucked against his thigh, making him chuckle darkly. "Damn slut."

"I fucking hate you." You breathed out against his lips before you felt them leave yours, your head instead falling back as he trailed his lips down your jawline and your neck, biting at your soft skin and earning small noises from you, which you failed to hide miserably.

As one hand stay gripping tight on your hip, his other slid down underneath your skirt, swiping just the fabric of your soaked panties and groaning at how wet you were. "Didn't know you'd be such a needy slut," He cooed against your throat, his degrading words sending pure shivers down your spine.

You ground yourself against his hand, as if begging for him to slide them under your panties and slip them into your needy cunt. But suddenly, his hand left the area between your thighs, and before you could protest and whine, his hand gripped your waist and spun you around, a gasp leaving your lips at the sight of you two in the bathroom mirror.

Teeth bit at your bottom lip once more as you felt Matt grind against your ass, letting you feel the bulge in his pants, a groan falling from his lips as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.

"Fuck, baby.." He muttered under his breath before his hand came up, moving your hair to the other side of your neck, giving himself access to the back of your neck.

You let your eyes flutter shut as he kissed your skin, nipping and sucking to leave his marks, a soft moan leaving your lips at the warm moment, soaking it in as he ground against your ass once more before growling against your neck.

Suddenly, a yelp left your lips as your upper half got pushed down against the counter, his thumbs pressing into the small of your back as he gave a few more grinds against you.

"Need to fuck this needy little pussy, bet she's just dying to be filled." He chuckled low, his hands lifting up your skirt to reveal your panty clad ass, before his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and pulled them down your creamy thighs.

The sight of your drooling, puffy little pussy had Matt's mind nearly spinning as he groaned, his index and middle fingers dragging through your folds with ease, pulling a needy whine from your lips.

"So fuckin' wet for me, such a slut." He cooed from behind you, groaning low as he licked his fingers clean of your juices before he brought his hands to the waistband of his sweats, tugging it down along with his boxers to free his thick, hard, leaking cock.

"You're just thinking 'bout this dick, aren't you?" He tapped his cock against your ass a few times before teasing your folds with his tip, your juices and his pre-cum mixing together deliciously.

He pressed his tip to your entrance, but then he paused, making you whine for more before feeling his hand slap your ass, a yelp leaving your lips.

"Beg for it, bitch." He snarled, squeezing your plush ass as it filled his hands perfectly. Fucking hell, your dignity is on the other side of the fucking world now.

"Please, Matt.." You begged him, before another yelp was ripped from your lips as he smacked your ass once more, the sound echoing against the walls.

"You can do better than that, baby.." He cooed low as he soothed over where he smacked your ass, your soft skin turning a pretty shade of pink already. "Beg for it like the little slut you are."

"Please, Matt– I want your cock, want you to fuck me—" You begged once more, whining as you looked at him through the mirror, realizing that he was finally seeing you in a light he never did before, your brattiness reduced to begging for his dick. "Please."

He held eye contact with you for a moment through the mirror before finally smirking, chuckling low and sliding his hands up to grasp your waist. "That's more like it. Now, you're gonna take this dick like the fucking bratty little whore you are, got it?"

You nodded your head obediently, loving the way he seemed to feed off of it, even if it inflated his ego. You watched as he looked down at your pussy, the tip of his cock slowly pushing into your needy cunt, before he suddenly thrusted forward hard, your eyes doing wide as you felt his dick deep inside you.

"Fuck- wait! Matt!" You yelped out a gasp, his thick cock stretching out your virgin walls far too quickly for you to be ready for it.

"What?" He spat out from behind you, before he noticed the way your thighs already trembled, your breathing becoming harsh, and your face burying into the fold of your arm whilst your free hand gripped the edge of the counter so hard, your knuckles turned the same shade of white as the marble.

A smirk came to his lips as everything clicked into place, a dark chuckle leaving his lips as he leaned down to whisper into your ear.

"This your first time gettin' dick, ain't it, baby?" You couldn't help but whimper as you nodded pathetically, hearing a groan fall from his lips at that information before he stood back up.

You braced for him to thrust back into you like that again, but all you felt was his hips giving slow thrusts, his cock pumping in and out of your cunt nice and steady.

"Oh– fuuck—" You moaned, your gummy walls feeling each ridge and pulse of his dick deep within you, pretty little noises falling from you parted lips as he fucked you nice and slow.

"Knew you'd want this after that video, such a dirty little whore." He teased you, making you gasp in shock as he finally brought it up, your head turning to look back at him with your glossy, kiss-swollen lips parted.

"Bu–but I thought you sent it by– fuck– by accident?" You asked him in between moans and trying to hold yourself together as his cock pumped in and out of your sopping cunt deliciously.

A laugh came from him before he spoke. "You think I'm that fucking stupid? Of course not," He gave a harsh thrust into you, as if to test the waters, before smirking as he earned a whiny moan from you.

"Thought it'd be funny seeing you all strung up and nervous around me, knowing that you got off to the one guy you fucking despise," He chuckled, his hips moving in a steady pace.

Of course he fucking knew what he'd done to you, the asshole, and yet, you couldn't find the strength to snap at him for it. All you could do right now was take the dick you'd been begging for just last night.

You felt as he pulled his cock out till it was nearly at the tip, a whine leaving your lips as he teased you, before slamming back in, a choked gasp leaving you as pleasure burned deep throughout your entire body.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the bathroom, mixing with your gorgeous, fucked out moans, his hips picking up speed as he fucked you good, so fucking good.

Your head felt light, your mind felt fuzzy, drool was practically begging to spill from the corner of your lips. Your toes curled, your fingers dug into anything you could grab onto, your entire world felt new and yet a mess at the same time, your words turning to nothing but babbles.

"Tell me who's fuckin' you this good." He growled into your ear, his hips snapping against your ass relentlessly, fingers digging into your hips. Holy. Fuck. Nothing in this world could've been better than this, absolutely fucking nothing. The way he fucked into you, his thick cock stretching you in a way you'd never felt before, the way he made you a fucking mess, just like he promised.

"Y..You– mm—" You whined in a slurred voice, so drunk on his cock that you could hardly form a sentence. You'd let him fuck you dumb over and over again if this is what it felt like every time.

"Can't fuckin' hear you, slut," He spat, and suddenly, you felt his hand wrap around your neck from behind, a gasp leaving you lips as he lifted your head up, meeting you with the glorious view of you completely fucked out.

His face came up right next yours in the mirror, his eyes dark and full of pure lust. "Tell me. Who's fuckin' you. This. Good." He punctuated his words with a hard, deep thrust, watching as your eyes rolled back into your head from the pleasure.

"Y–you, Matt— You!" You choked out, that feeling deep in your tummy starting to flicker to life and burn as Matt pressed a kiss against your cheek before he spoke against your skin.

"What do you think Nate would think? Knowing you're acting like such a cock-drunk whore for me right now?"

You whined, thinking about how bad things could get if Nate ever found out about you two, even if this was just a one time thing. But as Matt hit that perfect spot within your velvety walls, you couldn't give two shits on the matter right now.

"Fuck–! R–right there—" You gasped out, needing to feel him at least hit that spot one more time, the pleasure making your toes practically curl from how good it felt.

"What? Here?" He teased, hitting the spot perfectly on his next thrust, earning a loud, whiny moan from you.

"Yes! Yes yes–" You babbled, gasping as he kept his thrusts right there, practically pounding into that same spot over and over and over again, your eyes rolling back as you felt his fingers squeeze around your throat.

"D–don't— mm— I–I'm gonna— oh fuuuck—" Tears came to your eyes from the otherworldly pleasure, your mouth hanging open as you looked at Matt through the mirror, his figure nearly towering over you from behind as he fucked you so good.

"Gonna cum, baby?" He started to pant, his hand on your hip gripping tight as he kept his thrusts consistent. "Fucking cum on this cock, c'mon, be a good little slut and cum all over this dick." He groaned out.

Your fingers gripped the edges of the counter hard, your legs nearly gave out, and that feeling built up within you, getting bigger and bigger and bigger until—

You gasped out a loud moan, nails clawing at the marble counter as you finally felt that knot snap within you, your orgasm washing over you in a powerful storm, bigger than you've ever felt before, better than you've ever experienced. It was like your world went white, completely washed from what once was, and replace only with this euphoric, heavenly feeling.

You finally came to your senses as you felt Matt's hips stutter as he too hit his peak, feeling warm, thick spurts of cum fill your cunt, painting your gummy walls white as he fucked his seed into you, thrusting a few more times before he finally stopped, his head falling to you shoulder.

"Holy... fuck..." You panted breathlessly as Matt nodded against your shoulder in silent agreement, a soft, weak chuckle leaving your lips.

Heavy breathing filled the bathroom for a few moments, Matt's hand leaving your neck and joining his other at your hips as they began slowly rubbing up and down your sides in a soothing manner. You never wanted to leave this moment.

But soon enough, Matt had to pull out of you, a soft mewl leaving your lips as his cock left you feeling empty, though being replaced by the feeling of his cum started to slowly drip from your cunt, a groan leaving his lips at the sight.

"Fuck, that's hot," He smirked, a playful feeling coming over you as you wiggled your hips a bit for him as his cum dripped down your inner thighs.

Suddenly, though, you felt his fingers scoop up as much as he could before pushing it back into your cunt, a gasped whimper leaving your lips as you turned your head to fix him with a glare, only to be met with a chuckle at how non-threatening you looked after being throughly fucked.

"Gotta keep you filled. Can't let you go without remembering how wrong you were, now can I?" He teased you, loving the way you rolled your eyes at him, smiling whilst trying to keep up a glare.

"Asshole." You muttered, but something pulled at your heart with the way he looked at you, still dark but.. warmer now.

"Brat." He murmured back almost affectionately, before pressing his lips to yours in a low, deep, passionate kiss, his lips moving slowly against yours in a hypnotic manner.

God, you could get used to this.

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a / n : worked CRAZY hard on this for a good while and i'm genuinely in LOVE with how it turned out- I really really hope you guys like it since it's my first go at a one shot

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[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

i am obsessed with jack yapping to robby so he feels a bit better so could i req a scenario of jack and reader having a nasty argument and reader gets overwhelmed af so she gets some fresh air and he follows soon after and just yaps ur ear off and tries to land some jokes cos hes a loser #please ❤️ i love ur work

"bc he's a loser" LMAO (thankyouu!!)

Don’t Walk Away From Me|Pairing: Jack Abbott x Reader

The door slammed behind you harder than you meant. Not that it mattered.

Your hands were shaking as you leaned on the rusted railing of the hospital's back steps, the chill of Pittsburgh air cutting through your scrubs like paper. You just needed a second. A breath. A break from—

"Okay, wow." Jack’s voice followed seconds later. "So we’re slamming doors now? Cool. Was just wondering where we landed on the maturity scale today."

You didn’t turn around.

"I needed air, Jack. That’s all."

"Right. And you had to get it dramatically. Like mid-argument Broadway walk-off level dramatic."

You clenched your jaw, the tears building against your will. “I’m not doing this right now.”

"No, no, you don’t get to ‘not do this.’ You stormed out after basically accusing me of—what? Caring too much? Being too involved? Forgive me for giving a shit, sweetheart."

"Jack," you snapped, whipping around, "you talk over me constantly when you're mad. You bulldoze every feeling I have until I’m so spun around I start questioning if I’m even making sense."

You looked up at him—storm in your eyes, chaos in your chest. “I needed one thing today. One ounce of support, and instead I got that—whatever that was in there.”

Jack blinked. The words landed harder than you expected. He stepped back, rubbed a hand down his face, then sighed, soft.

“Okay,” he said finally. “I deserved that.”

Silence.

He shifted awkwardly. You knew he wasn’t good at this. Processing feelings that weren’t neatly filed under ‘sarcasm’ or ‘making dumb jokes to defuse tension.’ But he tried. Always tried.

“I’m… not good at being wrong,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Or scared. Especially not both at the same time.”

He glanced over at you, squinting in the streetlight glow.

“But for the record,” he added with a smirk, “I was mostly mad because you looked me in the eye and told me you didn’t need me. That was rude. And honestly? False. You definitely need me. I keep this operation charming.”

You laughed—more like a watery scoff—but he grinned like he’d just won an award.

“There it is,” he said, stepping closer. “The laugh. God, I missed that. Felt like I was arguing with a robot version of you in there. Kind of scary.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

He nodded solemnly. “Certified. But I’m your idiot, and I’m trying here, okay?”

You shook your head, but you didn’t move when he came close. He didn’t touch you, not yet, just stood there breathing beside you, both of you watching your breath cloud in the cold.

After a beat, he nudged you with his elbow. “Want me to sing you a sad song about it? I can do jazz hands.”

“I will push you down these stairs.”

“Romance isn’t dead,” he whispered, mock wounded.

You cracked a smile. Just barely.

And then Jack finally reached for your hand—tentatively, reverently—and laced his fingers with yours.

“I love you,” he said, quiet this time. “Even when we’re fighting. Especially then, actually, because you’re mean as hell when you’re angry and I find it wildly hot. Just FYI.”

You rolled your eyes but squeezed his hand back. “You’re exhausting.”

“Yep. But you keep coming back. Guess that means we’re stuck.”

You leaned into his shoulder. “Guess so.”

And for the first time that day, you finally breathed.

[withyworld]

nanami but this time he answers the phone call and just like yaps to gojo while fucking you and gojo has no idea because nanami tells you to be quiet... gosh im a freak.

Alternative scenario to this drabble

Ohhhh hohoho, aren't we all a freak?

"Nami, w-we can't, stop"

Was all he heard. Heard, not acknowledged. Because why the hell is he still holding your phone up to his ear talking to a certain white-haired sorcerer.

"hmmm" he hums back at you, leaning down towards your ears, half his weight weighing down on you. "And why do we have to stop?" He asked.

Oh he knows why. You know that he knows. He's completely aware. But, the panic has settled in your brain to acknowledge that

"w-why do I have to state the obvious?" Trying to push him off of you, but to no avail.

"shhhh"

Normally, his shushes would calm you, but the action he's doing as he's quieting you down - setting up your phone right next to your head, and putting it on speaker. You're fucked.

"it's not polite to interrupt a conversation, is it not?" Was all you heard before having a strong hand cover your mouth and before being subjected to his unforgiving, merciless thrusts. "Be quiet for me, will you?"

"Namiii, are you still there?" you tighten unintentionally as you hear Gojo's voice - surprised. This tightness that was noticeable for the man plowing you down into the matress

"You like this, don't you? You like hearing his voice?" you try to explain, but it came as a mere whimper due to his hand "what did I say about being quiet, huh?"

You'd be surprised if Gojo hasn't heard all of this yet.

"heyy, namiii, you there?" The sorcerer continued to ask for his attention. "What?" He answered back, annoyed

"hey, don't be mean to me! Your girl wouldn't be as mean as you are." you can hear the pout in his voice, but the ringing in your head brought upon the pleasure being shoved into your dripping cunt is stronger

"what are you even going to say? Get on with it" nanami uttered as he himself is about to lose control. About to

"I was gonna invite you both to hangout! You know, just us, maybe a little drink or two, whatchu say?" Gojo asks, oblivious to the fact that you're barely hanging on to a thread.

"hmmm" the thrusts slowed down, not to a halt, but harder and more stable thrusts was met. "Let me ask what she thinks"

This had your eyes widening, breath hitched as he removed his hand from your mouth

Just as you were about to answer, you were interrupted

"ORRR, I have a better one. since I already bought the drinks, how about I go there to your place" Gojo out-shined his own idea "don't worry, I won't be long now, I'm actually close" he added

"you're not the only one who's close" The blonde man replied. And he was right.

Your grip on his cock, your twitching legs, your scrunched up eyes was a dead giveaway.

"what?" Gojo, still oblivious. "I mean, Shoko is right around our area right? I'll call her as well" he dodges his suspicion.

"ohh, right. I'll be there in a bit"

"wait"

Nanami, smirking, looks into your eyes - still thrusting - and asks the man on the phone

"can you buy some snacks while you're at it?"

"you owe me for this! Don't hang up, imma just ask you through the phone"

Gojo's voice became a background noise when Nanami whispered

"who would've thought that this meek, shy girl was a freak?" His thrusts, rapid, uncoordinated, wanting the coil in his cock to be unraveled.

"I should've done this earlier if it meant you being this tight, f-fuck"

He pulls away from your ear, eyeing you down, my little mess - He thought.

Suddenly, his hand wrapped around your throat just right.

"come on, little one. Come for me, come for Gojo" grip tightening and his other hand does the same thing to your hips "you like it when two men hear you, huh? Maybe I should invite Gojo to fuck you, or watch me fuck you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Okay! I have bought the goods, I'm coming now" Gojo said, enthusiastically.

"h-he's already coming!" You managed to whisper

"then you better hurry up and come as well. We wouldn't want to be caught now, would we?" Nanami whispered back as he rubbed your clit, uncoiling the knot in your stomach

No moans. No whimpers. Just pure ecstasy while you twitch from the climax you are having.

"there we go, there we go. I'm right there with you, love" the bed shaking as he chases his own high, gripping the headboard like his life depends on it

And there.

You felt it.

The warmth oozing out his cock, in to your cunt. And he stays there, nestled in.

"hey man, where exactly are you now?" nanami suddenly asks.

Oh, he's still there.

"just around the corner now, it's loud here, there must've been a celebration happening or something" Gojo added "I'm gonna hang up now, my battery is low, I'll be there in a bit!" And silence.

Thank God.

You were about to sit up and prepare for the sudden house visitation when -

"what are you doing?"

"going to the bath-"

"we aren't done yet" he said, cutting you off

"Y-you're crazy, Gojo is coming by in a minute!" Your protest being rendered useless as his hips are already gaining momentum

"You can give me one more"

"or maybe two"

I got a little carried away with this one-

[billiegabbysyd]

Hello! Could you pretty PLEASE write something about caitvi x reader, where the reader is a wanted Undercity criminal, perhaps someone who makes drugs and sells them (not shimmer, something new)? Caitlyn and Vi interrogate the reader when she is caught. And then they begin to realize that the reader is, in some way, not the dangerous monster they've heard so much about, but just a deeply troubled person? And then they realize that they're kind of falling in love with her? ((I know it's awfully specific, but I've been thinking about it for so long. If it's not hard, can you also write the reader as someone quiet, introverted, distant?)) It'd be such an interesting contrast to her reputation(which doesn't seem so true at all)! But no pressure, it's okay if you don't want to. Have a nice day!🌸🌸🌸

cw: 18+ mdni, sfw, a bit of angst, implied feelings

a/n: hope y’all enjoy! i hope everyone is doing well.

not proofread

they arrest you

you don’t resist when they come for you.

not because you couldn’t fight. there are a few ways you could slip free, lace the air with that new drug you’ve been perfecting. not shimmer.

something more dangerous. more addictive…it numbs judgment, clouds fear, makes people second-guess everything.

but something inside you is tired. of everything. of running through the lanes

of zaun.

so when vi grabs your arm in that alley just off the black-market strip, and caitlyn hits your side with a rifle raised like she means it, you don’t bother to run.

"you don’t talk much," vi mutters, hauling you forward.

you don’t speak. you just stare ahead…blank, disinterested.

"you know who this is, right?" vi asks caitlyn as they push you into the armored transport.

caitlyn nods, her expression is smug. "the ‘mistmaker.’ supplier of... whatever it is that’s turning addicts into paranoid zombies."

vi chuckles darkly. "yeah she’s supposed to be real dangerous.”

they don’t notice the slight twitch at the corner of your mouth when they say the name.

mistmaker.

you hate it and who the hell came up with it? sounds like a fucking dc supervillain.

they interrogate you

you sit cuffed at a metal table, light buzzing overhead like it resents your presence.

vi leans back in her chair, boots kicked up, watching you with folded arms.

caitlyn sits more properly. professional. guarded. but her eyes analyzed you again and again like she’s looking for something she doesn’t quite believe is there.

“you’re supposed to be this scary genius,” vi says, frowning. “but you just sat there while we cuffed you doing nothing. no shouting. no fighting. you didn’t even ask to go before the council .”

"don’t need to," you murmur.

it’s the first thing you’ve said since they caught you.

vi glances at caitlyn, brow raised. caitlyn leans forward.

“why did you make the mist then?” her voice is careful yet curious. “it’s not shimmer. it doesn’t make people feral. it... changes them in every way.”

you stare down at your hands, the bruised wrists where the cuffs bite into skin. "it was supposed to help people in the undercity."

vi scoffs. "help who, exactly? the kids wandering around hallucinating in the streets? the merchant who tore his own eyes out because he thought he saw his dead daughter?"

you were silent thinking about how out of control things had gotten. you really didn’t mean any of it but it was too late.

cait’s voice is softer this time. “did you know what it would do?”

you hesitate, “not at first. i ju- i just wanted to help.

and that’s when they both start to see it—that you’re not what they thought. not some manic genius. not a monster creating a drug that destroys people in back-alley labs for fun or profit.

you’re someone who believed in once.

someone who failed.

they fall for you

the interrogation against becomes a conversation.

they keep coming back. day after day for some reason.

you don’t give them much though. you don’t have much to give. but you answer .

and they begin to see more of you.

the way your voice cracks when you talk about the undercity kids who begged for something to stop the pain.
the way your eyes soften when they mention the victims.
the way you flinch not at threats, but at kindness.

i gets harder to keep the line between enemy and... someone else.

weeks pass.

you’re no longer locked in a cell. you’ve earned privileges—under surveillance, of course.

caitlyn just watches you with those blue eyes like she’s trying to see who you were before it all fell apart.

and somewhere between the paperwork and the shared silences, the lines of you and the lines blur even more.

you catch vi staring at you when you’re not looking.

you feel caitlyn’s hand linger a little too long when she brushes past you.

and you…as broken as you are feel warmth for the first time in years. you’re terrified of it these feelings but they don’t pull away.

taglist: @naponiac @x-stoleurdiscord

[corrupted-ciphers]

Thought this would be a fun project to work on! I <3 weird women. My thoughts on each of the characters below the cut. Version without names added below the cut as well.

Current Favorite: I love Junebug, she's been my blorbo recently, she's really weird. I love her. As I started this project though, I also started playing ENA Dream BBQ. I've been waiting for it for four years now, and damn was it worth the wait. It's a surreal game about ENA's adventures to find the b̷̸̸̡̧͇̜͎͙͙̥̥͚̫̪̩̩̏͑ͩ̓̇ͪ̋̑ͧ̂̃͊͋͘͝͡͝ͅ_̗̖͕͉̻ͯ̍̒ͤ̊́a̢͉̺̫̙̳͓̣̗͔̙̻̔͑̿͛͛̀̽͒̂̒ţ̡̧̼͙̰̥̳̹̻̍ͫ͋̌̏ͮͣ́̔ͯ͊̇ͤͪ͐̿̉ͫͨͧḩ̷̧̡̛̞̩̹͙̱͍̯͇͉̪̫̹̭͙̭͉͚ͬͯ̄̄͗ͯ̅̐̀́ͯ̈́͂̇͆̾͂͘͘͢͠r̾̆͢_̽̆ơ̶̸̡̡̛̠̥͓͔̪̲̥̥̱͙̲̲̫̖̽̊̎̎͒͊̅̔͐̄̈́̓̈́͊ͩ̂̋͘ͅȍ̶̢̙͕͍̰͓̖͉̼ͯ͆ͮͩ̓ͭͭ͑̿́́͢͝͠m̵̧̛̗͉͔̯̦͙̟̼̲̜̫̱͊͋̀̊͊ͯͤͬ͆ͭ̽̃̄̔̋̾͞. Chapter 1 is out now and free to play on Steam right now, and I highly recommend it! Anyway, Junebug is my girl, I love her.

Comfort: Okay, I know the reception ch 4 of Poppy Playtime has been receiving. Do I think chapter 4 is scary? No. Do I think it's good? Also no. Do I think it's hilarious? Hell yes I do. We got several game breaking bugs that were honestly rather amusing, and also the devs letting you move around in Doey's monologues is honestly the funniest decision they made. You can clip into him and let him just eat your head mid talk. He'll also fling you if you stand on his limbs while he talks, it's great. We nearly got killed by him flinging us under the pipe in that one section where he gets froze. Having said all that bad stuff, I love Doey. Okay, there's a lot going on in my life right now, and he came along in the middle of that. As the older sister to three little brothers, I relate to Doey in multiple ways. He is me, he is my brothers, and I just want to give him a big hug himself. I too am trying desperately to pick up the pieces of our home life collapsing around us, while trying to keep my little brothers happy and managing my own angry outbursts. It was a (in my opinion) jankily written scene, but the bit where Doey was torn up over Safe Haven getting destroyed really got to me. It was probably tied to the emotional state I was in when I played the chapter, but damn, I get it man. I too failed to protect those around me from what I knew was inevitable but selfishly pushed to the back of my mind. Damn, I really was made to hurt things and fuck up too bud. I get it. And in a lore perspective, Doey is three little boys mashed together. I have three little brothers, need I say more about that? This character has consumed my life, and I just want to give him a hug. Although honestly his in-game model is a little oily looking tbh. Also Michael Kovach knocked it out of the park with his performance here. Also also, fuck you devs for making us squish/kill Doey in the end. If he's actually dead I'm gonna be so mad at you guys.

By Design: Look man, I like women. I like murderous women. I mean, when I first saw the original Alice, I was still a child and wasn't pan yet, but like, she likely contributed. hnnnrg, girls.

By Plot: Unlike Doey who brings me comfort when I relate to him and kicks in my material instincts towards anyone even remotely younger than me, Jupe's relation to me does not bring me comfort. Instead my connection to Jupe is more uneasy. Ricky and I both express our traumas in similar ways. That is to say monetize them and put them on display for all the entitled voyuers out there on the internet for attention. Now, I'm obviously not someone who was a victim of a chimp attack, but there's that familiar death of childhood there. I've grown up with an abusive father, which I didn't realize the extent of until this divorce is going through. And guess what my most prominent stories feature? yeah. I'm also the type of person to build a shrine to my trauma like him. While Ricky's is obviously a little more extreme, I still have my hospital bracelet from my appendectomy. That is not a normal response. I wear my first dog's tag on a chain, and when it's not worn it's next to that hospital band. Most of my stories involve my internal or external traumas in some way, just like Jupe capitalized on the exploitive movies and shows he was roped into as a child. I'm white, but I'm a woman and I'm queer. I get being the token item. Reduced to stereotypes. Forced to uphold other stereotypes in a never ending cycle of wanting to be on top, of vainly hoping that others will finally accept you into their group. But they won't. Jupe's storyline makes me viscerally uncomfortable, but my favorite part is the end. Just before Jean Jacket eats him, we see his lips twist into a smile. Faint, but there. Because finally, for the first time in his life, Ricky isn't defined by what groups he's part of, he's not vying for anyone's attention, he's not this special chosen one because he survived all those years ago, he's just like everyone else. He's merely food for that creature. And that is a freeing feeling. Finally, something has accepted him the way he is, with no fighting, no tense acceptance into a world that could throw you away at any time, he's finally safe. And for that, I think he loves Jean Jacket. Because I know, there's parts of me that wish the same. A release from the responsibility, and freakish nature of myself since I'm so different than those around me. If Doey is my comfort character, Ricky "Jupe" Park is my discomfort character. (In a good way)

Guilty Favorite: Look man, she's weird as fuck. She also saved my nightmare mode run. Again, I love weird women. Choo Choo Charles is great because it knows its lane and sticks to it. It knows it's a goofy ass train spider game, and it sure does deliver on that premise. Pickle Lady is so bizarre, I love her. I can't help but love her. Is she a good character? No. Do I like her anyway? Yeah.

All Time Favorite: DO I even need to say much about this guy? It's FNAF. It's toilet Bonnie. It's the boy. I love him. My favorite animatronic since I was like 12. Hell yeah dude, let's keep it up.

[saneobareaderceo]

Let me take your worries, Love | Saneoba x reader

Tags: Fluff, Angst , Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Hashira training arc, Polyamory

The tales of Sanemi, Obanai and Reader as they love eachother as they are,and prepare for the inevitable

You hiss as you hit the ground, a wooden sword slamming into your back, right below your neck.

“And… your dead.”

“You don’t actually have to hit me when I’m down, asshole!”

you snap at Obanai, who was looking rather smug he had bested you yet again.

“Wheres the motivation in that?”

“Getting stronger is the motivation.”

You both heard Sanemi interject from his spot, nicely seated underneath a tree. The three of you had been taking turns sparing for a good portion of the afternoon, and so far you had been beat more times than you could count. You could already feel some nice bruises blooming on your skin

“Shinazugawa, kindly shut the fuck up.”

You’d gotten deathly close to just ditching the training sword and started throwing hands, but the gods had been kind enough to bless you with a slimmer of restraint.

“Not if you’re gonna be this weak. The hell’s up with you?”

“Nothing! I’m just off my game.”

You sighed exasperatedly, picking yourself up out of the dirt.

“Better get yourself back on your game if you don’t wanna die.”

Obanai commented, tossing his sword down to grab some water.

“I’ll be fine. No demon’s gonna take me down.”

Both men raised their eyebrows, exchanging a knowing look and a smirk.

“Shut up!”

You snap at them, holding back a laugh yourself. Idiots, idiots who you were unfortunately in love with.

“You almost die pretty much every other week.”

Obanai reminded you.

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

…………………………………………

It felt nice to rest. None of you had had missions that night, so it was a much needed opportunity to cuddle up in Sanemi’s bed. you rested your head on his chest, very content with his hand around your waist and his face resting in your hair.

Obanai was on his other side, Sanemi’s other arm resting around him. His head was on the pillow, and he was angled away from you.

It wasn’t an attack on you, this is how it always was. Obanai cared about you of course, and loved you too, there was no doubt, but that didn’t erase the fact he always got slightly uncomfortable when it came to physical contact with you (unless you were sparring.). You didn’t blame him either, he’d told you a bit about the things he’s been through, and understood how tough it was on him.

“We have a meeting tomorrow.”

You grumbled, closing your eyes to rest.

Sanemi groaned in annoyance.

“Fucks sake.”

“Its not that bad.”

You cooed.

“You’ll live.”

“A meeting means I have to put up with Tomioka’s bullshit.”

He growled.

“What did he do this time?”

Obanai rolled his eyes, leaning his head back to look up at Sanemi with those Gorgeous eyes of his.

“Just him being there is annoying!”

You and Obanai both shared a look.

………………………

You sat in the garden, polishing your sword. Shinobu had kindly asked (ordered) you to take it easy for a few days after your last mission.

It was stupid, you weren’t even hurt, but the corps couldn’t risk losing another Hashira at this time.

Kyojuro had passed away, Uzui had retired and Muichiro was staying in the butterfly mansion for treatment after the attack at the sword-smith village.

Everything seemed to be moving so incredibly fast.

There had already been discussions about the corps end goal- defeating Kibutsuji, which for once actually seemed to be in reach.

It had all the Hashira on edge, not just you. For now, you were all pretending to be focused on preparing for the Hashira training set to start next week.

Sanemi had been complaining non-stop about it, wanting absolutely no part in training, though he had changed his tune when it had been suggested he use it as an opportunity to beat the crap out of his trainees.

Obanai had also liked that idea, but you weren’t entirely sure. Whatever it was, it would have to be actually constructive, and actually challenging for you.

You ended up deciding that hitting them with sticks seemed like a great idea.

………………..

Iguro and Sanemi were sparring, and you were watching.

It was a gorgeous sight, honestly. Partly because their techniques were mesmerizing, but mainly because who wouldn’t enjoy watching two ridiculously hot Hashira spar?

Once they finished, Sanemi planted himself down on the floor, out of breath (gorgeously so). You could feel him glaring daggers at you.

“Too good to spar with us, huh?”

“I’m just observing.” You chimed. “What a lovely show, Iggy”

You loved to tease him with the nickname, taking great pleasure in the red that spread across his face every time.

“What exemplary behavior for a Hashira.” Obanai rolled his eyes.

You giggled, dropping down off the roof with a mischievous grin.

“I am the perfect example of a Hashira!”

This was promptly followed by Sanemi yanking your leg out from under you, causing you to yelp and slam into the floor.

“Sure you are.”

……………………………………….

"Iguro?”

You knew he was in here somewhere. The room was dark and quiet, a perfect place to hide.

He was sitting in the corner, hidden by the furniture.

“hey.”

You whispered, sitting down next to him.

“Hey.”

He didn’t tell you to go away, at least not immediately, so that was a sign.

“Do you want to talk?”

He didn’t respond right away, but his head turned ever so slightly, and you noticed his eyes glance over.

“No.”

“Okay.”

You moved your hand the slightest closer to him, but kept a reasonable distance.

“Do you want me to get Sanemi?”

“Definitely not.”

he shook his head. His eyes looked tired, deep eye bags forming. It wasn’t irregular for him to go days without a proper nights sleep, not that it made you any less concerned.

“Alright… hows Kaburamaru doing?”

The best way you had decided to calm him down was to just talk. Not about his issues, just talking about anything in the world.

“Good.”

Obanai grumbled, reaching up to pet his companion, nestled around his neck.

“Did you remember to feed his last night?”

“Of course.”

You smiled, continuing to ask him about the snake until he stopped being so quiet, and he sat up a bit straighter, for hours until he seemed himself again.

…………………………

“So.”

You were leaned against a door frame in the Wind estate, arms crossed. Obanai was situated beside you, back up if needed (though you were certain that would not be necessary.

“Your brother was here, for training and you tried to-”

“Don’t.”

He snapped.

You threw up your arms in a mock surrender.

“Look, I get the thing with all the eating demons stuff but don’t you think-”

“You went overboard.”

Obanai interrupted, putting it much more blunt than you would have liked.

You shot a glare at the serpent Hashira. Both of you had agreed that you would handle this.

“Ignore him. Sanemi, what’s going on?”

“I’m trying to protect him! Why can’t he see that?! He’s so damn insistent on being in the corps and putting himself in more danger!”

Sanemi ranted.

You and Obanai were probably the least qualified to give advice on sibling issues. You really hadn’t thought this far.

“Your idea of protecting him is trying to blind him?”

Obanai questioned.

“Yes!”

Sanemi spat, then paused when he seemed to realize how ridiculous that sounded.

“I- well..”

You smacked Obanai on the shoulder, glaring again. Asshole you mouthed at him.

Leaving him standing there, you made your way over to Sanemi, who had gone eerily quiet.

Without needed words, you embraced him, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. He buried his head into your neck, and you ran a calming hand through his hair, not mentioning the teardrops you could feel against your skin.

………………………..

You’d done your work comforting, now it was your turn to be comforted.

In truth, you were beginning to worry for the approaching fight, which was becoming much more real each day. Combined with echoes of the past, you were troubled.

Every wound you’d received, physical or not, stung.

That’s why Sanemi and Obanai found you curled up underneath the blankets like a child, trying to keep the tears contained.

Someone planted them self down on the mattress, though you couldn’t tell who.

A scarred hand reached under the covers, rubbing comforting circles on your back.

The blankets were peeled away, and you looked up at Sanemi, eyes red from crying.

Gently smiling, he pulled you closer into him, your face resting in the fabric of of his Haori.

“Gross, now I’ll have to wash this.”

He joked. Obanai took a seat down on the bed as well, lightly running a hand through your hair.

A few deep breaths while nestled against him and your brain was feeling the slightest bit less foggy, enough so you could wipe the water from your cheeks.

“We’re all so mentally fucked.”

You croaked out, giggling as much as your body would allow.

“We are, aren’t we?”

Sanemi agreed, tilting your head up.

“Guess that’s why we’re perfect together, the three of us.”

……………………………………………………..

The sun was over the horizon, and you couldn’t fully believe it.

You’d done it. It was actually over, Muzan was dead.

You could finally, finally live a normal life, free of demons.

Sanemi was being treated by Kakushi, he was alive, thank the heavens. Now, you were searching for Obanai.

Kakushi were begging you to take a seat and allow them to treat your injuries, but you wouldn’t be able to rest until you had assured yourself that both your partners were well.

“Iguro?”

You you called hoarsely, turning down the alley you swore you’d seen him fall into.

Well, there he was, lying on the floor, breath ragged.

“Iguro.”

You breathed, dropping down to your knees beside him. Your eyes were teary, but you fought them back.

“Hey Iggy.”

You propped his head up, carefully avoiding the new gashes across his face.

“Your alright, your going to be alright.”

“How’s Sanemi?”

He mumbled, sinking into your hold on him.

“Hes good. The Kakushi are with him now. They’ll be here for you soon, don’t worry.”

You assured him, wiping strands of hair from his face.

“We did it Iguro. We did it.”

You could feel his breathing getting shallower. Though you didn’t want to even think of it, you knew the Kakushi were already too late.

“I love you, Obanai.” You whispered, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. It didn’t bother you that you got blood on your lip, not right now.

“I love you.”

……………………………..

“Flowers, for you my love.”

You dramatically placed the carnations down on the stone, wiping off any dust from the grave as you did.

Kaburamaru slid off your arm, curling up next to them.

You took a seat down next to Sanemi, leaning into his arms.

It was customary now for the two of you to visit Obanai’s grave regularly, making sure it was kept clean. You visited the other Hashira’s graves of course, but he took top priority every time.

Sanemi was getting older now too, closer to twenty five. You dreaded that day that you would be left alone.

But, he would be with Obanai again, in heaven, and one day you would join them too, and the three of you would be together again.

You nuzzled into Sanemi’s shoulder.

“Love you, ‘nem.”

He smiled, kissing the top of your head.

“Love you too.”

Notes:

I'M THE FIRST ONE TO WRITE THIS SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I FEEL SO POWERFUL I love these guys so much so I will command this ship all by myself if I must

[deviouz]

Im in a fluffy mood so uh: jason and reader are kissing but reader has long hair thats getting in their way so reader rears backs to get that bullshit out of the way but is struggling without a hairtie. At first jason's trying not to laugh but eventually grabs a hairtie and helps reader tie the hair back and more fluff ensues.

Yeah i almost tried for spice but all i got was domestic fluff so have this instead lol

ohhh this is just too sweet ):

i’d like to imagine that it becomes something of a comforting ritual for both jason and his partner. him coming home from patrol, covered in blood and body still on edge from exerting himself too much. you’re worried sick because it’s the fifth night in a row where he’s come stumbling back at the crack of dawn and doing his damned best to hide the subtle wince with every step he takes, heavy boots weighing him down like cinderblocks wading through water.

after you’ve given him the signature ‘really?’ look, you’re helping him to the shower and tossing some pajamas and a towel in the dryer for when he gets out because you know what gotham’s everlasting rain can do to a person.

and once you’re in bed, head nestled against his chest and ear laid over where his heart is, you finally allow yourself to relax.

“so… how was your day?”

“jay, i don’t really think that’s the most appropriate conversation starter.”

he heaved a sigh, guilty as ever, and trails gentle fingertips along your spine. his touch was simple yet impactful, and it worked wonders on the anxiety plaguing your weary mind.

“i know, sweetheart, really. i just… i dunno. city’s not safe enough yet. i can’t stop until it is.”

his touch trails up a bit higher, working past your shoulders and up the nape of your neck until they finally begin to work along your scalp with a perfected graze.

“and you didn’t have to wait up. y’know i don’t like you staying up so late — you have to sleep sometime.”

you peer up at him with a bittersweet smile. “i’m always gonna wait up for you.”

jason presses a loving kiss to your forehead, eyes gleaming with nothing but pure adoration. “you’re everything i’ve ever dreamed of and more. i hope you know that.”

there was no way in hell you were going to tear up this late at night. though, you supposed, it could be considered morning, given that it’s nearly four in the morning.

you opted to deflect.

“shut up.”

“whatever you say, angel.”

his fingers began to work through your hair, carefully easing the knots out and allowing you to cling to him a little tighter. maybe you’d ask him to brush it once the two of you had gotten enough sleep. maybe you’d perch yourself upon the barstool at the kitchen island, book in hand as you read the next chapter of his newest read while he lost himself in your voice and the comforting mundanity that came along with a more domestic life. maybe then you’d be able to push aside the fact that your boyfriend was wanted dead by far more people than you’d like to imagine. maybe then you wouldn’t have to worry if one night you waited up just for him to never show up again.

“i love you, jay.”

“i love you too.”

i fear i may have went too angsty (i definitely did) so here are a few headcanons?? oops?? :D

i’d like to imagine that jason starts keeping a hair tie around his wrist just in case you ever need one. oh, is it hot out and you’ve forgotten to bring a clip to put your hair up with? don’t worry, jason’s already spinning you around and expertly tying your hair up like the good boyfriend he is.

oh, and he’s definitely gone down a rabbit hole on how best to care for your hair, no matter the length or hair type. he’ll be damned if can’t take care of you in every way imaginable.

playing and caring for your hair can be a bit of a grounding thing for the both of you. post-showers means he gets to tug you between his legs on the couch and get to work while you tell him about your day, gossip about whatever’s on your mind, or listen to him talk about his favorite books and why you should read them if you haven’t already.

jason also likes how easily he can get you to relax just by running the blunt of his nails along your scalp. you practically melt against him, and he has to mentally prevent himself from cooing out at you for the millionth time.

i lowkey hate this :D anon i am so sorry :D pls forgive me

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Hey urm sorry if this is weird but could you maybe do like reader is cliff’s sister and shes like playing bass and she like sounds like him and then like one of the metallica boys (idk whoHELP) like hears it and starts like remembering Cliff and starts like complimenting the reader

idk im sorry if thats weird idk i just had a dream about it and i thought it was cute😭😭

A/n: totally didn’t cry while writing this HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME WRITE THIS

Warnings: slight angst, Cliffs dead, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 2

It was like this curse that followed the family, first Scott died, to carry on his memory Cliff decided he'd be the best bassist around and you wanted to work on that with him, then Cliff died.

It had been a year since the accident, you hadn't touched your bass since that night you got the call. You slept in Cliff's room, where all the instruments, memorabilia, where everything was, it was your room now but you never called it that because you never moved your stuff into there.

Everything would stay the same, it was Cliff's room, but you couldn't sleep in your own room.

It was Cliff's birthday, what would have been his twenty-fifth. It was nearly 5:00 pm and you hadn't gotten out of bed yet. Your dad came in to check on you every hour or so, you never said a word and he understood why.

Cliff's bass was right across the room, sitting in it's stand. A thin layer of dust covered it, the last week you'd been trying to pretend like everything was ok but it wasn't, you stopped dusting off his things.

People would be coming over soon and you'd have to go down for a dinner party to remember Cliff. It made you furious. that's not what he would've wanted. Only, it was. It was exactly what he would have wanted, not because he wanted everyone to spend the day remembering him but because he wanted everyone to have fun and have a big dinner.

Without really knowing why you got up and picked up Cliff's bass, plugging it in and sitting down on the hardwood floor. You tuned it and just started playing.

James was the first to arrive, he'd been helping your parents with food and setting the table when he heard your playing. Your parents heard it too and couldn't stop smiling, James was close to tears and excused himself.

He walked down the hall, heading for the bathroom but he stopped just outside of Cliff's room. He assumed the playing would be coming from your room but when he heard it through the door he froze.

He didn't knock, just slowing opened the door and peaked in to find you sitting on the floor, tears streaming down your cheeks, all snot-nosed and choking back sobs while you played through For Whom The Bell Tolls.

James stepped into the room and closed the door behind himself. He walked over to you and sat down, throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you to his side. Your playing got messy and soon you were just sobbing against him as he held you, his own tears rolling down his cheeks.

James took the bass away from you, setting it on the ground before you slapped him. "What the fuck's wrong with you?" You demanded as he held the side of his face, cheek stinging. You took the bass from him and put it back where it was supposed to be.

"I'm sorry." He said, voice soft and weak. "I-I didn't mean to, I just..." He trailed off, thinking of words but there were none the find. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap, wrapping himself around you like you were the last bit of Cliff on this earth and he had to keep you safe. "You sound just like him." He mumbled, burying his face in your hair.

Dinner was gonna be ready soon but you weren't hungry, if you ate anything you'd just throw it up later. James didn't want to move, if he moved he was going to the nearest bar and drowning his sorrows, hell, he'd never leave.

So you stayed. Your dad came in to check on you but left when he saw you both crying. He wasn't going to get an answer so he didn't even bother and just left you two alone.

James started chuckling. It was broken and sad but it carried that element of stupid you missed hearing. You didn't laugh much anymore, not through September anyway, it was nice to hear even if it didn't sound quite right.

"What?" You asked, wiping your eyes and looking back at him over your shoulder.

He shook his head. "Cliff would kill me if he knew I was holding you like this." You were sitting in his lap in pyjama shorts and one of Cliff's old shirts -you never washed them but you didn't wear them all too frequently, only when you needed to feel closer to him. Your back was pressed against his chest and his arms were wrapped tight around your torso, clinging to you as if you'd vanish the second he let go.

You exhaled, smiling softly at the bass in front of you. "No he won't" You said. "He trusts you." You said.

James waited a moment before turning you to face him more. "You shouldn't do that, you know."

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him. "Do what?"

"Talk about him like he's still here." He said. It was a hard thing to say, he knew it was harder to hear but it had to be said. "You talk about him in present tense."

You looked back to the bass and gave a small, slow nod. "I-I don't want to let go of him." Your voice cracked as you spoke.

James nodded in understanding. "You don't have to let him go, I'm not, I'm never gonna let go of him. But you have to move on with your life, it's what he would've wanted." A long, heavy silence settled over the both of you.

"Fuck you." You grumbled. He was right, you knew it, but you needed to yell at someone. "Fuck you, you didn't know him like I knew him." James knew then he'd done something wrong, but he didn't budge. He tightened his hold on you, not wanting you to leave still, he didn't know what you'd do if he let go and he wasn't willing to find out.

"He was my bassist, my bandmate, one of my bestfriends."

"He was my last brother!" You yelled, tears filling your eyes once more. "I don't get another, you have another bassist, I don't get another brother!" It came out like the floodgates had burst, James didn't flinch. You needed this and if there was going to be someone to take it at face value it would be him, he knew he could take it and he knew nothing bad would happen if you took it out on him.

By the end of it you were sobbing and shaking in his arms, your dad was coming in every few minutes, other family members tried to help but James told them to leave, you didn't want them there, they couldn't fix anything.

James lifted you up and carried you to the bed, getting you under the covers and crawling in with you, letting you curl up to him while you cried, surrounded by Cliff.

People started leaving, it was around midnight. James didn't plan on moving, though your crying had calmed down. It wouldn't stop, not for a while, but it calmed down, now you were just sniffling and wiping your nose on his shirt.

"You can go to sleep, you know." He said, looking down at you while you stared at the bass across the room. He saw where you were looking and brought his hand to the side of your face, tilting your head up to look at him. He didn't say anything, couldn't think of anything to say, so instead he just kissed you.

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James cannot look normal it is confirmed

[crowsofdarkness]

Soldat: Chapter Nine

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader. Slight Steve Rogers x Female Agent! Reader

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: Agent Y/N has worked alongside Steve Rogers at SHIELD for some time all while keeping a dark secret from everyone. Until one day that darkness faces her head on and she's forced to make a choice. Continue fighting along side Captain America? Or find her home once again with Soldat?

Authors Note: This was originally published on my old blog as a trilogy so I will be in the slow process of adding it to this blog. This is the first of the trilogy and will take place during The Winter Soldier. If anyone is interested in being tagged, let me know.

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Soldat Masterlist

Hell. 

That would be the only word I could use to describe what we all had gone through the last hour. Natasha, Nick, and Maria were all in their positions while Steve, Sam, and I had fought our way through the Strike team. I had opted out of using my powers, choosing to use my other ways to fight. Thankfully nothing had triggered me to use them. 

Steve had gone on the intercom to let everyone know the truth about Shield and Hydra, revealing that Pierce was behind all of it. His speech caused a rift between everyone in the building, some taking sides with Hydra because they were too afraid of the consequences while the others chose the side to stand up against Hydra and follow Steve. 

His speech also pushed Hydra to move their launch to happen in the next ten minutes. Which is where we were right now. 

“They’re initiating launch,” Maria’s voice came through our earpieces.

Sam and I followed Steve to the roof of the building, our feet taking us towards the helicarriers that had started rising from the water below us. 

“Hey Cap, how do we know the good guys from the bad?” Sam questioned. 

“If they’re shooting at you, they’re bad.” Steve called from over his shoulder.

He reached for my hand and after I slipped my fingers with his, we watched Sam release his metal wings before jumping off the edge of the building and taking flight. Steve wrapped his arm that was clutching tight to his shield around my side, pulling me into his chest. 

“Hang on,” he breathed into my ear before we both jumped off the building. 

Bullets rained down around us as we landed on our feet, hiding behind a few storage containers. Members of the Strike team had found us, causing us to fight back to back just like we had done many times before. 

“Hey Cap, I found those bad guys you were talking about.” 

I bit my lip at Sam’s voice that came through my ear to stop from laughing and asked if he was alright. 

“I’m not dead. Yet.” 

“Be careful,” I demanded with a smirk. 

Once we had fought our way through the Strike team, us standing tall, we started after the helicarrier that we were in charge of disabling. 

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked Steve, peaking over his shoulder. 

My body was pressed up against his back, trying to see exactly what he was doing because they had come up with this entire part of the plan while I was held captive at Hydra’s base.

He let out a quiet scoff as he took out one of the memory cards that we needed to replace with our copy that would immediately shut down the helicarrier. 

“Have a little faith,” Steve smirked. 

“Do you think she’s really going to do it?” I questioned, trying to keep the silence from taking over. 

“Who, Nat?” Steve asked, giving me his full attention only for a moment. “It’s the only way for us to let everyone know about Hydra.” 

I nodded. “I know but that just means all of our past is going to be out there, online, for everyone to see.” 

“But I already know about your past so you don’t have to be worried about what I will think. I’m still going to be by your side, no matter what.” Steve declared, letting the facade of Captain America slip away only for a second. 

All I could do was give him my best smile before nodding, letting him know that we should get moving. 

It was true; Steve did know about my past but there was one day, almost two years ago, that I forced myself to bury so deep in my subconscious because I didn't want anyone to find out. It was only between Soldat and I, no one else was around and knowing what I know now about Hydra wiping his memory, I didn’t have to worry about Soldat telling anyone. That moment of my life was the absolute lowest I had ever felt. It took me a very long time to feel like myself again. If it hadn’t been for SHIELD hiring me and working with Steve, I would have been dead. 

After disabling the helicarrier, we made our way towards the last and final helicarrier but the voice that came through our earpieces caused my feet to come to a sudden halt. 

“Guys, he’s here.” 

Sam’s words echoed in my mind and Steve reached for my hand, giving it a squeeze. “You alright?” 

Blinking twice, I nodded. “I knew we were going to run into him eventually so I don’t know why I’m so afraid to face him.” 

The fear of not knowing who we were about to face had my palms sweating and my heart hammering in my chest. Did they wipe him again after they found out I escaped? Or would he remember letting me leave?

“I’ll be right here.” 

Putting all the fighting and bullet noises on mute, I leaned up towards Steve and pressed my lips against his in a hurried but passionate kiss, one that he had no problem returning. 

“Thank you,” I muttered against them. 

“C’mon,” he urged me along.

We reached outside on the main launch pad in seconds as we tried our best to maneuver and block shots from the Strike team. Steve had called in Sam for a ride after catching his flying shield.

“Wait, we’re not doing what I think we’re doing?” I questioned while slicing my knife alongside someone's face. 

“Trust me, Y/N.” 

“There’s no way he’s going to be able to lift both of us, Steve!” I pulled him to a stop once we were both in the clear. “You go. I’ll find another way up to you.”

“This isn’t up for debate,” Steve demanded. 

I didn’t have a chance to fight back because he had me wrapped in arms once again, jumping off the ledge while a bomb went off behind us. 

Screams clawed their way out of my throat as we fell hundreds of feet down to the ground below. The wind blew around us as we flipped around a few times before I felt some sort of tug, causing us to halt our fall to the ground below. 

“He’s got us,” Steve cooed in my ear. 

Daring to open my eyes, I peaked and breathed a long sigh of relief when I saw Sam flying us back to the landing above us. 

I resisted the urge to kiss the pavement once Sam had let us down on the ground and walked between the two men. 

“You know, you’re a lot heavier than you look,” Sam joked towards Steve. 

“I had a big breakfast,” Steve shrugged with a laugh. 

We weren’t able to bask in the second of happiness because Steve had been knocked off of the landing strip, my screams vibrating off the metal of the ships. 

“STEVE!” 

Looking to my left, my heart hammered in my chest as I saw a metal arm reach towards Sam’s wings as he tried to fly after Steve, and watched in horror as he went flying towards the other end of the landing. 

Suddenly, only for a moment, it was just the two of us; me and Soldat. 

Our eyes locked as I tried to search for any hint of remembrance from him. 

“Soldat,” I breathed. 

His face twitched slightly at the softness of my voice. 

“You don’t have to do this.” I tried to reach for him. “You remember me, I know you do.”

Gun fire erupted from behind me causing me to seek solace behind a plane that had yet to take off. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” Sam’s voice came through my com. 

“I’m fine. Where is Steve?” I asked, not daring to peek around the corner as the bullets continued to rain down around me. 

“I’m still on the helicarrier. Don’t worry about me, I’ll stop the last one. Y/N, stay with Sam.”

Steve’s voice came through the com and deciding not to argue with him, I peaked around the plane and saw Soldat fighting with Sam, both throwing punches left and right. Letting out a shaky breath, I ran up behind Soldat and kicked him behind the knee, him falling to the ground. I tried my best to ignore the pain I would feel in my body when Sam and I continued to fight with Soldat, both taking turns throwing punches and kicks. 

He turned towards me and I felt the wind get knocked out of my lungs when his booted foot met with my stomach, causing me to fly back, landing on my back. 

“That’s going to leave a mark,” I groaned as I felt blood coming from my lips. 

“Five minutes, guys.”

Maria’s voice came through the coms, letting us know that we were getting too close to the window and I wasn’t sure where Steve was at this point. 

Trying my best, I rose to my knees and watched in slight horror as Soldat ripped Sam from the sky, breaking off one of the wings from the Falcon suit. My body was frozen, unable to help him as Soldat kicked Sam off of the helicarrier, him flying blind down towards the ground.

“Sam, are you alright?” I asked, fear laced my words. 

It was silent for a few moments before his voice came through. “Cap! Cap, come in. Are you okay?”

 “I’m still on the helicarrier. Where are you guys?” 

“I’m grounded. The suit’s down. Sorry, Cap.” 

“Y/N, where are you?” Steve’s worried voice wondered. 

Before I could answer, hands wrapped into my hair and yanked me to my feet. My eyes met with the blank ones of Soldat’s and as we stood staring at each other, I felt something deep in my veins, something that I hadn’t felt in a long time with him. 

Fear. 

“If you’re going to kill me, why don’t you do it already.” I sputtered, the kick from earlier causing more problems on my lungs than I had thought. 

“Why are you here?” He questioned. 

I winced at the pain of his metal hand still entangled in my hair. “To stop Hydra.”

The sounds of yelling and gun fire started getting closer towards us, unsure if it was Hydra or SHIELD. 

“I know him,” Soldat’s voice was hushed but I could still hear it. 

“Yes. And you know me. We trained together for months back in Russia. Berge held me captive there; I was your student.” 

His grip on my skull seized and I let out a small breath of relief. “Soldat, I know you remember. No matter how many times they wipe you, you always remember.” 

Raising my hand, I hesitated only for a moment before cupping his cheek hoping that the feeling of my skin on his would bring it all back. Soldat’s body tensed under my hand, his eyes growing. Feelings of love, pain, happiness, and heartbreak engulfed around us, creating this bubble of just the two of us. I could feel Soldat’s pain from all those years as The Winter Soldier and the heartbreak of never seeing his family and friends again. All of his loved ones were taken from him because of Dr. Zola’s plan to make a better soldier; Hydra’s weapon. 

I could also feel the love and happiness from his memories with Steve, back in Brooklyn before the war. The love he had for his mom and sister and how he would do anything to protect them; Steve as well. 

What broke my heart, however, was feeling his pain from what Hydra did to him. They made him a super soldier, like Steve, which is how he survived the fall from the train. They cut off his arm and replaced it with a metal one. Hydra would wipe his memory and put him on ice after every single mission because they didn’t want him to remember anything or anyone.

“You have to remember us. We can save you, Soldat.” I whispered. 

Before he could say a word, members of SHIELD came from behind the plan we were standing next to, guns drawn towards Soldat. 

“Agent Y/N, are you alright?” One of the men asked. 

“I’m fine.” I spoke, not taking my eyes off of Soldat. 

Only having a few seconds to make this decision, I let out a very nervous breath knowing that what I was about to do would have serious consequences for us. 

“He’s on the last helicarrier. I’ll give you a way out.” 

His brows rose in confusion but I ignored his silent question, letting the warmth fill my veins and spreading towards my finger tips. 

“I don’t know how long I can hold them off for. Go. NOW!” I bellowed. 

Fire shot from my hands as I threw fire balls all around me towards the men with guns drawn, allowing Soldat to run towards the helicarrier.

There was a part of me that regretted allowing him to walk away and towards Steve, not knowing what would actually happen between them. But the other part knew I had to let him leave. If there was any chance for him to remember who he was, Steve would be the one to do it. 

The heat from the flames could be felt from miles away as I continued to shoot fire towards the men, trying not to actually hit them. I only wanted them to back away, to allow myself some time to run towards the helicarrier.  

“Agent Y/L/N, on orders from SHIELD we demand that you put your hands behind your back and come with us!” One of the men shouted. 

“There is no more SHIELD!” I bellowed back, the tone of my voice raising a few very high octaves. 

The men dropped their weapons and covered their ears as the sound of my screams. It caused the ground below to shake under our feet. The fire in my hands extinguished and I balled them up into fists. 

“I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially the good guys. So please, let me do what I have to do.” 

When no one objected, I silently thanked them with a small nod before I ran towards the last helicarrier. I had no clue if Steve was able to stop the last one or if Soldat had come in at the perfect time to stop him. 

“Steve, are you there? I’m headed to you.” I spoke into the coms but was met with silence. “Does anyone have any word on Steve?” 

“He did it!” Hill’s voice came through. 

“Fire now,” Steve’s soft voice came through the coms next as I continued to run towards the helicarrier. 

“Steve, no! You have to get off!” I demanded. “You and Soldat need to make it off before we do-.”

“DO IT, NOW!” 

My heart thumped in my chest as I ran faster towards him, hoping he was smart and was able to get off before Maria could finish the last part of our mission; I was wrong. 

I came to a sudden halt and looked up above in horror as the three hellicarries started firing at each other, explosion and debris falling all around me. They slowly started falling down to the ground, one of them crashing directly into SHIELD headquarters. 

Sam’s voice came through, saying he needed some sort of ride, but it was all but white noise to me. I tried my best to avoid the falling debris as I looked for any sign that they were alright. Another helicarrier fell into the river below, leaving the last one slowly falling towards what was left of headquarters. 

“Y/N, stay where you are! We’re coming to pick you up!” Nat’s voice spoke through the com this time. 

“No! Not without them!” I yelled back. 

“That’s not an option! The ship is falling towards you!” Sam’s voice came through again. 

My eyes looked up, however, what caught my gaze wasn't the falling ship. It was the body flying slowly through the air, down towards the river; a body dressed in red, white, and blue. 

“STEVE!” 

Screams erupted from my throat and without giving it a second thought, I jumped off of the landing strip, down towards the river. I mentally prepared myself for the long jump but what I hadn’t prepared for was a piece of the ship crashing into me from behind as I jumped, knocking me unconscious for the way down. 

Awaking with a startling cough, I felt the air creep back into my lungs as I rolled from my back to my knees, trying to gain my surroundings. Dirt and rocks were underneath my palms and my feet were getting drenched with water. 

Water. 

Looking over my shoulder, I saw someone pulling a body from the river and it suddenly came back. I jumped into the river to save Steve but how did I make it to shore? 

Steve’s body was laid down next to me but before I could see who saved him, I placed my hand on his chest to make sure he was alive. 

“He’s alive.” 

The sun blinded my vision but I knew from the voice who had saved us. 

“Why’d you save us?” I questioned. 

Soldat ignored me then went to turn to walk away but I stood and reached for his hand. “Where are you going?” 

“I don’t know.” He answered with a shrug. 

I noticed his non metal arm was hurt from the fight with Steve. Giving a quick glance over to Steve, I breathed a sigh of relief when I noticed he had turned to his side but was still unconscious. 

Turning back to Sodalt, I was simply shocked he was still here. “You can’t go back to Hydra. Pierce is dead. You can be free, Soldat.” 

“I don’t even know where I would go,” he bit his lip, hoping I wouldn’t see the way it trembled with the fear of the unknown. 

I did. 

He had only known Hydra and was the Winter Soldier. It terrified him to find out who he was; who he truly was before becoming this. Back to being Bucky Barnes. 

Looking back at Steve, it was at that moment that I had made a decision, one I knew my team would not be happy with or would understand. Steve and I had made a promise that once this was all over, we would finally take the next step in our relationship but Soldat needed someone; he needed me. 

“I know a place where you can lay low for a bit.” I stated. 

He shook his head. “I don’t need your help.” 

Ignoring the rudeness in his tone, I knelt down towards Steve and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, bidding him goodbye. Blinking away the tears, I turned back to Soldat and sighed. 

“I’m not letting you leave on your own. You need somewhere to lay low; we both do.” 

He hesitated for a second before nodding. 

We both started walking into the woods and away from the carnage that we helped create trying to take down Hydra. I knew that Steve and the team wouldn’t understand why I was leaving with Soldat, only I could understand. I could only hope that they could forgive me one day. 

[assassin-artist]

I like your Viltrumite OC and her dynamic with Conquest. They remind me of that meme where a cute girl ordered a beer and a tough guy ordered a sweet drink but the waiter gets their drinks mixed up so they have to switch them back.

I'm pretty sure you mean Yuki, right? Cuz the only time I've drawn Mercy (my only Viltrumite OC) with Conquest was when they were beating the shit outta each other, lol. I wondered why you assumed Yuki was Viltrumite, until I looked back at that drawing of her with Conquest and realized the overlay I put on top of it made her outfit very grey-and-white. Oops! A little bit of Yuki rambling below the cut if you're interested (:

She's not a Viltrumite! She's human, born and raised on Earth. Yuki is one of those OCs where I put her into every AU and every fandom I can feasibly stick her into, lol, so if you look at my Yuki tag then you'll see a loooot of different variations of her. She's usually a good person in every world bc "sunshine and optimism" is like the core of her character in every fandom, but in Invincible I decided I wanted her to be more neutral/self serving instead (: I've got Mercy to be the good OC who wants to protect people, now Yuki gets to be mischievous and work with the bad guys because they're fun company

She's my OC where I just decided that I can do whatever tf I want, so she's an OP mary sue that wins every fight and everyone fears/respects her and all that. Probably the main reason I don't post about her a lot, I know stuff like that isn't always that well received on tumblr. But I don't care that much, it's my art blog and I get to post my super self indulgent OC doodles if I want to..

Her basic lore in the Invincible-verse is that she's immortal and has been around for a few centuries (I haven't decided exactly how long, just at least 300 years or so). She can't come back from the dead like The Immortal can, she just has a healing factor so strong that it's incredibly difficult to do enough damage to actually kill her before she's already healed from it. She can teleport, and mainly uses her dual swords to fight with. I justify her being OP as hell with the fact that she basically doesn't interact with the main plotline, like, at all. She interacts with the characters, but she doesn't really get herself involved with what's going on in the world. She's just goofin off in the background

She basically just pops up out of nowhere, messes around with people, says some cryptic shit that nobody understands at the time but will look back on later and go "ohhh", and then disappears again. Silly jester of a woman that doesn't want to work for any organization because she has no respect for the law or governments, so she's willing to break the rules to do what she wants to do. Sometimes she works with criminals, sometimes she allies with the GDA, but most of the time she's considered an eccentric but unknowable entity.

I just really like the idea of her scaring the shit out of people by popping up behind them at random. The Guardians tell her to get out of their base in Utah but she's like "wait I want one of those donuts" and they just can't catch her. They stopped trying to kick her out years ago. She's kicking her legs up on Cecil's office desk and he just sucks it up bc he wants her help on a mission or something. Silly things like that (:

I like the idea of her hanging out with Conquest, because they're both very lonely people. Yuki, like Immortal, decided a long time ago to not get too close to other people because they both know they're going to outlive them all. So she has a very friendly and approachable personality, sure, but she keeps an emotional distance from everyone. Kinda pissing people off by always cracking jokes and never being able to have a serious conversation about anything. I think her and Conquest would have met before he came to Earth, idk how, I have yet to decide on that other than the fact that Yuki proooobably has gone to other planets before (somehow). I just want him to show up on Earth in season 3 to do his job and he sees her again and goes "what the hell. how are you here" and shes like "huh? this is my planet? what are you doing here?" spider-man pointing meme style

she's really just a daydream-only OC in her Invincible AU because I don't have any intentions of making set lore for her, I just do whatever is fun in the moment. and right now what's most fun is her pestering Conquest but he thinks it's funny and they both get some companionship for a little while

[kierewrites]

What Would Karma Do... when you get kidnapped on your school trip? / pt. 2

navi - masterlist

Karma Akabane x Reader

Mood Song: house of balloons / glass table girls

Summary: Remember the beloved Assassination Classroom anime? This is pretty much that, except you enter the picture of Karma's chaotic school year. Let's see just how compatible the two of you are.

Warnings: kidnapping, depictions of violence, cursing, kidnappers are pervs, this is my attempt at getting out of my writers block rut :')

"Nagisa! Sugino! Karma!"

The cries seemed to echo through the boy's minds as reality slowly seeped its way back to them. None of them seemed to remember what happened until they felt the sharp pain overcome their bodies from the attack.

All Karma could hear was the sound of your voice. Crying, whimpering, screaming his name in a desperate plea for him to help you, and yet he let you slip from his grasp.

Just like that.

Now all that was left for him to think about was what those thugs were doing to you, or where the hell they could have even taken you? For all he knew, the three of you could be dead by now and they couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

It seemed surreal that just earlier in the day you were cuddled up next to him on the train, your small hand enlaced with his own. Now who knew what those filthy pigs were doing with you.

As the other boys slowly rose from their weakened positions, they seemed to notice Karma's… sour mood, to say the least. The redhead’s breathing was ragged, his fists clenched in a furious tremble. Nagisa glanced over to Sugino who shared a concerned look, the two debating on how they should confront the ticking time bomb.

"Karma it's okay, we'll get them-"

Before Nagisa could finish his words of encouragement, a raged scream poured from Karma's lips before his fist collided with the wall beside him, the crack of bone against the brick structure echoing throughout the alleyway.

"DAMN IT!"

Both boys remained still after this, their hearts sinking at the sight of their normally confident friend being torn apart from the inside. Nagisa had never seen Karma so furious, usually he kept up his assured facade even in challenging situations. 

"Are you doing okay Sugino?" Nagisa questioned, checking in on the less aggressive target first. After receiving a thumbs up, Nagisa sat up a bit more before shifting his gaze over to his troubled friend.

"Karma?"

Once his name was spoken, the redhead turned his head to the side, the sight sending chills through Nagisa's body. He was smiling.

"I think it's safe to assume those guys were pretty hardcore," Karma stated simply, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck slowly, "We could go to the cops, except those guys are the type who know their way around the system... which is fine."

Sugino and Nagisa both felt uneasy about Karma's sudden change in mood, his last words sounding awfully menacing, even for Karma. Before they could question it, the redhead finally looked up from behind his arm with the most ominous expression Nagisa had seen in awhile. 

"Cause I'm the type who likes to handle these things personally, if you know what I mean."

Sure enough, both boys knew exactly what he meant. Karma wasn't the type who got beaten easily, so to be on the losing side of an attack like this most definitely put a damper on his ego. But then to go and take his friends and girlfriend? Nagisa could only imagine the unparalleled rage Karma was feeling.

"Okay dude..." Sugino muttered while holding his arm against his aching stomach, "How do we even find them?"

Karma remained silent at this, Nagisa glancing over to Sugino while deep in thought until it came to him. Those dictionary-like guides Korosensei gave to everyone… Shuffling to his feet, Nagisa darted to his bag and lugged the giant book to the other three boys.

"Korosensei said this thing is filled with any scenario possible, there's gotta be something in here to help us!"

Karma glanced over in interest, Sugino's face lighting up as he crawled next to Nagisa while flipping through pages.

"Let's see... cheering yourself up your lonely self after seeing a lovey dovey couple... where to find cheap Kyoto soup and cheap local boutiques... this thing literally has every scenario!"

Nagisa chuckled slightly at a few of them, Korosensei really knew how to lift the mood in every situation. It honestly felt like the teacher was right there reading it with them.

"There it is! What to do when a group member has been abducted!" Nagisa shouted, both boys looming over to read the pages of information on this given scenario, "Holy crap so much detail... this has everything we need!"

Sugino nodded, a smile finally spreading across his lips along with Karma. Though unlike Sugino, Karma's smile had a more ominous glint to it as he cracked his knuckles.

"Let's go kick some old man ass."

-

The moment you woke up, every single memory flooded into your head. 

Not even bothering to take in your surroundings, you just whispered Karma's name, tears brimming at the tips of your lashes as images from the traumatic experience swarmed your mind. How could these thugs be so cruel?

The sound of your two friends stirring beside you seemed to snap you out of your horrifying trance. It was then you soaked in the building you were in. Almost with movie-like accuracy, it seemed you had been brought to some dirty abandoned warehouse. The room was large, filled with metal scraps and old wooden boxes, with the odd exception of a few pieces of dingy furniture laying around.

Glancing down, your nose scrunched upon realizing you were placed on one of the few decrepit couches displaced around the room, the creases of the old fabric filled with a dark moldy substance.

It was then that you realized you were much better kempt yourself. Your school attire had far lost uniform as the attire laid untucked and discolored with a mix of likely sweat and dirt. There wasn’t a single thing making you feel any less sick to your stomach.

The most you were able to communicate with Kayano and Kanzaki was ensuring they were both alright, which luckily all of you appeared to be uninjured with the exception of your arms being tied behind your backs.

Before you could say much else, a few men entered the dark room. You recognized most of them from the initial kidnapping, the group apparently not being very large. The men mostly just belittled all of you, telling the three of you that you were going to have a fun little “photoshoot”, and threatening that nobody would hear your screams, as a reminder to not even bother.

They always say when you experience your first traumatic experience, your brain almost becomes delirious because it’s not sure how to respond. Not sure if it’s really happening. Apparently those facts are true, your mind scrambling on how to feel or react.

Before you could think much of it, one of the men called out Kanzaki, showing the three of you a picture of her at an arcade, clearly from years ago. Your occasional glances at the raven haired girl confirmed she wasn’t proud of the memory forcibly being shown, her solemn face grimacing at the images.

After they discussed their eerily evasive knowledge of Kanzaki’s past, the men left to go talk amongst themselves while waiting for this “photographer” to show up.

"Not gonna lie, it's kind of comforting to know even you went through a faze," Kayano admitted with a soft smile, "Never would've imagined..."

Nodding in agreement you turned your head to Kanzaki, "Yeah, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, you pulled the look off well!"

Kanzaki lowered her head and sighed as you both tried to cheer her up, mumbling a thanks before looking at the two of you. 

"Yeah.. My dad was crazy strict, always on me about doing well in school and building up my resume..." Kanzaki explained, both you and Kayano frowning at her words, "It was so.. suffocating, you know?"

Kayano nodded, a pitiful chuckle escaping your own lips.

"I totally understand, my parents may not be as strict, but it’s only because I’ve never let my grades slip. The pressure of it all is so overwhelming at times." You admitted.

Kanzaki nodded quickly at you with sparkling eyes, as if you had just read her mind.

"Exactly! I just couldn't deal!" Kanzaki exclaimed before frowning once more, "So.. I ditched the uniform, glammed myself out and.. hanged where nobody knew who I was. It felt like therapy.. It was so stupid. Where did I expect to end up, right? It's E Class for me... but now I don't even know where I belong anymore..."

Kanzaki’s confession left you and Kayano to stare at the floor in deep thought. Being the school’s idol, you assumed Kanzaki would’ve never had such experiences growing up.

Just as you were going to attempt to cheer the poor girl up, the sound of footsteps snapped you all from your conversation, a new wave of dread filling your cores.

"Sounds to me like you would be right at home with us! Grades and all that pointless bullshit don't mean jack here." The man hissed with narrowed eyes, "We eat those rich kid scums for breakfast, nothing's sweeter than knocking those stuffed shirts down a peg or two."

Narrowing your eyes at the man's words, you glanced over at another thug who followed after.

"The only thing that matters is having a little fun right?"

Their words had your brows knit together in annoyance. Could one genuinely think so highly of themselves as to make a living off of harassing others that are trying to do good for themselves?

Before you could respond, Kayano seemed to mirror your thoughts, her face darkening as she muttered three words that she would probably regret.

"You're a jerk."

Suddenly the disgusting grin the man once wore faded, your body going numb in fear of what he would do next. Sure enough he lifted Kayano from the couch by the collar of her uniform with an angry growl, "I see how it is! Little miss perfect thinks she's better than me!"

The sight of Kayano sobbing and trying to jerk herself out of the man’s grasp had your blood boiling in anger. What gave these men the right to treat you like this?

After everything you've been through, there was no reason why you should be sitting around and letting all of this happen. For so long you've been living in fear, but enough is enough. You had already lost Karma... you would be damned if you lost anyone else too.

"Let her go!" You shouted, wobbling yourself up so you were sitting on your knees.

All eyes fell on you now, the man holding Kayano freezing before narrowing his eyes down to you.

"Oh but of course, how could I forget about you?"

Suddenly your breath hitched as the man dropped Kayano haphazardly onto the grungy couch. The surge of confidence you had now vanished as the man began to close in on you like a predator does their prey.

"I knew right from the start when I saw you on the train, I just had to have you..." The man sneered, bending down before you as his hands began to play with your hair, "Foreign school girls are highly expensive you know, tell me where you're from, yeah?"

Furrowing your brows you clenched your teeth as you felt him grope at your sides, your feeble attempt to shake him off only ended in him gripping your chin harshly causing you to wince in pain.

"I asked you a question sweetheart."

"(Country)." You muttered through grit teeth, keeping your glare locked on him as he laughed boisterously as if this was the best thing he heard all day.

"You hear that boys? We got a (Country) girl here! We're about to be rich!" The man boomed, the sick men behind him sneering at you as you shriveled yourself up against the back of the couch.

“Oh don't cower away now, doll.” The man cooed, grabbing your shirt and pulling you back to the edge of the couch, "Don’t look so scared, we’ll treat ya real well… hell I may even keep you with how much you’re worth.”

Those were the words that truly shook you, the confidence you once had fully vanished as you felt your mouth go dry. The thought of never seeing your friends again... your family… Karma? Tears began to glisten in your eyes again, threatening to spill.

The man only grinned at your response, his thumb brushing across your cheek as he grabbed your chin once more, “Don’t cry on me sweetheart, that’s only going to entice-”

In a fit of desperate anger, you decided to shut the man up the only way you could. Moving your head back out of his grasp, you quickly latched your teeth around his finger and clenched them as hard as you could.

In seconds he jumped back from you, a loud howl escaping his lips as he rubbed his now bleeding finger before looking at you with widened eyes.

"D..Did you just bite me you crazy bitch?!"

Furrowing your brows you screamed as loud as you could, begging anyone for help. Begging and praying that someone was nearby to hear you. Kayano and Kanzaki caught on with your idea, screaming alongside you in hopes of someone hearing the shrill screams.

Whether someone heard you or not, the stunt you pulled seemed to prove useless as the seething man before you looked at you with crazed eyes. Midscream, you felt your body being lifted into the air, the harsh grasp around your neck silencing any noise you attempted to make.

The sound of your friends crying your name made your body shiver, the sight surely not a pretty one to see as all you could do was shake and tremble in his hold.

"How do you like that, huh bitch? If you're going to bite and scream like a dog, then I'll fucking treat you like one!"

His words would’ve stung more had you not been fighting for consciousness, the tears once brimming at your lashes were now rushing down your cheeks as you gasped for air. Any attempt at getting the ropes untied from your wrists proved useless.

It wasn’t until your complexion neared a pale purplish hue that the man finally released you, throwing your limp body onto the couch with a thud. You felt yourself fall into the laps of Kayano and Kanzaki, their desperate whispers of reassurement falling on deaf ears as you gasped for air in between coughs.

"When we're done here you go back to whatever fancy hotel you're in and tell whoever asks that you were just out singing karaoke and lost track of time," The man instructed with narrowed eyes before glaring at you, "Except for you, little brat. I was considering letting your little friends buy your freedom, but after all the trouble you've put me through, you'll never see the light of day again."

The purely sick laughter of the man echoed around the room, the sound sending fear through all of you as one of the metal doors clicked open.

"Speak of the devil.." The man said, noticing the door open as well, "My photographer buddies are here!"

Though your vision was still fairly blurred, you were able to glance up at the door to notice a tuft of orange hair. The only issue was that the bright locks were nearly dragging against the ground. As the figure made its way from the shadows, it was revealed that he wasn’t awake at all, rather beaten to a pulp based on the purple bruises that littered his face.

"Huh, what the hell?"

"School trip guidebook page one thousand and forty three..." You heard a familiar voice speak, all of your heads raising in recognition, "What to do when a group member has been abducted. If there are no leads on the perpetrators, think back to said accents or quirks that might indicate whether said perpetrators are local. If not, if the perpetrators were wearing school uniforms refer to page one thousand three hundred and thirty four..."  

As Nagisa read the all too familiar words from a certain handbook you remember receiving, a small smile curled at the corner of your lips.

"You found us!" Kayano squealed, but was quickly overshadowed by the man before you shouting.

"What the hell?! How'd you even know where to look?"

Nagisa simply continued to read from Korosensei's guidebook, explaining each detail as to how they located us. It almost sounded too good to be true, and based off of the faces of the men they thought the same thing as well.

"Alright, so what's it gonna be gentleman?" Karma spoke, the sound of his voice making your eyes water as your smile grew, realizing the redhead was still alive, "Fight or flight? We'll go easy if you back down now but after all you've put us through, you're not getting out of this unscathed,"

Even with your vision obscured, the sight of his ominous golden eyes peering through his dark red locks was evident, enough to even make you shiver.

"That's a promise."

The feeling of hope hadn’t lasted long as the large thug before you chuckled at Karma’s words, seeming to be the only one not phased by their entrance.

"Acting all badass... You high school kids crack me up." The man hissed with a smirk, "Why do you even bother, you saw how far it got miss (Country) girl over here."

For a quick second your eyes locked with Karma's, golden hues drinking in your broken figure until he scowled and looked away, the sight making you want to shrink up into a ball and hide away. He was pissed.

"How about you say hello to some friends of mine.. see how far that attitude gets you with them."

The new voice was followed with an eerie chuckle, four new lifeless figures being presented at the doorway with a pair of glowing red eyes peering from the darkness.

"Say hello to them if you'd like.. but be advised though, they probably won't hear you."

All of your friends were finally able to smile with relief, your eyes lightening up at the sight of your teacher.

"Korosensei!" 

Suddenly your teacher revealed himself from the shadows, holding up the four men as if it were nothing at all to him.

"Sorry I'm a little late to the festivities, I figured it would be best to let you handle this on your own while I searched elsewhere, just to cover all the bases." Korosensei explained, "Now why don't we split up and teach these filthy thugs a good ole Class E lesson?"

The three boys beside him seemed to light up at those words, each of them grinning maliciously as they followed after their teacher in attacking the group of thugs.

Korosensei was doing most of the work, making sure to lecture each one of the disgusting thugs about how your class wasn't snobby like most other private schools, and how you all worked hard while not tearing others down around you.

It was a heartwarming sentiment to say the least, it was just strange to see Korosensei have time to lecture these guys while they charged at him with knives and other weapons. There was no doubt that Korosensei was on another level.

Kanzaki and Kayano giggled in excitement, their heads glancing down to your limp form as Kayano reassured you that everything would be okay. And for a second, it felt like everything would be.

But you should've known by now not to assume anything.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around your torso and lifted you from off the couch, before you could register your friend’s screams or even what was happening, you were thrown over a large shoulder.

"Get that one away for now until we can regroup!"

Your eyes widened, this couldn't be happening. No.. no.. no. You were too damn close to be taken away like this. Gritting your teeth you began to slam your head against the back of the man’s legs while kicking at his gut in an attempt to make him drop you.

"Q..Quit that you little brat!" The man growled, his arms squeezing tightly around your torso causing you to yelp in pain. Why did he have to be so damn strong?

The sound of your name being screamed by Kanzaki and Kayano alerted your other classmates that were in the midst of giving a good beating, the three of them noticing the thug carrying your squirming body away.

"These fuckers just won't take a hint, will they?" Karma growled, releasing the head he had in his hand and shoving the limp thug away before running towards the man holding you.

"L..Let me... go! You p..pig!" You cried, your kicks turning into pathetic squirms as you felt like the life was being squeezed out of you. For the third time that day you saw those dark spots that plagued your vision, it was humiliating.

Just when you felt your lashes begin to flutter shut, you felt the man beneath you freeze. Since your senses were nearly fried from being on the verge of passing out, you didn’t hear the harsh scream of the thug until you collided with the floor.

Though you still were slowly gaining consciousness, you could at least feel two hands grip your face, your eyes registering those bright red strands of hair.

Karma held your weak body up as he quickly pulled out his pocket knife and sliced the ropes that held your wrists together. Rubbing at your arms a bit aggressively, the redhead grabbed your lolling head once more and called your name.

“Y/n, you there? Ya hearing me angel?”

Blinking a bit, your eyes focused enough to see the concern in his eyes, his lips moving in what you assumed was your name. Glancing behind him, you saw the man that was once carrying you now on the ground, gripping at his knees.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” Karma now cried, his voice finally ringing in your ears as you looked to him, now feeling the tears running down your face as you nodded vigorously.

“Y..Yes yes… M’alright Karma! I’m… okay.” You whispered, forcing a smile on your lips as you tried to sit up before the two of you heard the metal door click beside you.

The thug was struggling to open the door as he tried to crawl away from the two of you, the sight making the redhead growl before he glanced back at your heaving body.

“You just stay here and breathe for me, alright angel?” Karma said softly, running his non-bloodied hand across your cheek before standing up and walking towards the pathetic man.

"You told me not to play hero huh?" Karma hissed with a psychotic grin, grabbing the man by his ankles and tugging him back away from the door, "Fine! I'll be the bad guy!"

Without a second thought, Karma’s fists connected with the man’s jaw with a frightening crack. Punch after punch, Karma relentlessly beat the thug, his sinister laugh filling the air as the hits began to grow harder and harder.

Though it twisted your insides, the thought of that man getting what was coming felt good. But with that said, there were only so many more hits he would be able to take before it would be too late for him.

Once you eventually were able to breathe normally, you stood up shakily and started walking towards the two in order to stop Karma, but your movement was stopped when a yellow tentacle wrapped around your wrist. Whipping your head around you noticed your teacher with a rather solemn face.

"Let him finish, the boy has so much pent up rage right now, it'll be best for him to take it out now rather than on you or one of his classmates," Korosensei explained, your heart dropping at the sound of that. You could only imagine how stressed out and angry the Karma was.

Even with that in mind though, you feared that Karma would take this too far. The crazed look in his eye only getting worse with each resounding punch.

"But if we don't stop him now Korosensei, he may end up-"

"I won't let him get that far I promise you that,” Your teacher spoke, placing a tentacle on your shoulder before bending down to you, “Now head back out to safety with your other classmates and get that neck of yours checked out, no severe injuries correct?"

Swallowing thickly, you rubbed at the back of your neck before letting out a shaky sigh.

"I don't believe so, just some minor stuff.” You mumbled, offering a forced smile before you shuffled towards the front door, one of your classmates running to you and helping you out.

Your teacher only nodded at you, his body facing back to the relentless redhead who continued his vicious attacks on the now regretful thug.

-

Karma couldn't lie to himself. If his teacher hadn't stepped in to stop his actions, the unconscious thug beneath him would've been a dead corpse in his hands.

How could he help it? They beat him up, kidnapped his friends, then he comes to find the girl he loves barely conscious on a filthy couch. He swore to protect you and he failed, and for that he was going to show these bastards a lesson.

The redhead even sensed when the thug was reaching fatal levels, but he didn't care. He ignored the man's pleas to stop. Why should he listen? He didn't listen to your desperate cries when he tried to take you away! 

Karma's fists ached but he barely felt it, instead he bared his teeth in fury as he cracked each of his fist's against the thug’s face. He didn't feel the blood running down his fists or the bruises forming on his knuckles, only the satisfaction of sweet revenge.

As his hits began to slow down his eyes glimmered in joy, knowing this final blow would be it for the sorry excuse of a man. Raising his fist with a crazed grin he was ready to smash it down into the man's skull until a yellow tentacle wrapped around his wrist. Karma whipped his head around with a growl, trying to free his wrist from his teacher's grasp.

"Stay out of this you damn octopus!"

Korosensei's hold only grew stronger as the creature's voice grew rather serious, "Karma you're going to kill that man, you must stop."

Karma laughed at the irony of his teacher's words. Korosensei was going to lecture him right now? Seriously?

"Why do you care? We're in an assassination classroom right! Killing is what we do!" Karma shouted with clenched fists, "This filthy pig tried to hurt your classmates!"

Karma's breathing became heavy as he felt his fists shake in fury, his eyes feeling hot as he looked down at the disgusting man.

"He tried to take her."

The feeling of Korosensei's tentacle suddenly disappeared, Karma's hand falling down to his knees as he kept his golden eyes trained on the ground.

"I understand how you're feeling, young man. Angry, scared, vengeful. You have every right to feel this way, but think about it like this," Korosensei explained, "These men around you tried to take your friends away and maybe even harm them for personal gain, why would you want to lower yourself down to their level for revenge?"

Karma remained silent, his fists loosening up as he looked at his teacher through his red tufts of hair.

"Y/n is okay, your friends are okay, that's all that matters at the moment. There's no doubt that you're training to become an assassin, but you must understand that assassins take pride in their work and don't just kill anyone for fun. Don't ruin your future for revenge, young man."

Surprisingly Karma felt… better. He hated to admit it, but the damn creature always knew the right things to say. Honestly Karma knew he lost himself in the moment, he could only thank his teacher for not letting him go too far.

"Now I suggest you go out there and check on Y/n, the poor girl has only been here for a few weeks and she's already experienced such a traumatic event. She's going to need you by her side."

For once during the whole talk Karma smiled at his teacher, taking his tentacle to stand up before they both walked outside to meet with their classmates.

-

When you made it outside you were surprised to see the sunset lowering just above the horizon. Time was lost while you were locked inside that decrepit building

Your classmates were quick to be at your side. After enough eyes examined you, it was determined you didn’t have any serious injuries, just some bruised spots and sore muscles. Luckily Nagisa offered to get you some water from a nearby convenience store, the cool liquid soothing your throat at least.

Once the chaos had settled down, your classmates decided to sit on the curb across the street from the building, talking amongst themselves. You decided to refrain from talking, your throat injury providing a helpful excuse to do so. But in reality, it’s more because you felt sick to your stomach.

Surprisingly you weren't completely traumatized by the events that had just occurred, for some reason that's not what bothered you the most out of everything that happened today. It was just the way you were so pathetic, so helpless. You should've been able to do something.

Instead you were forced to watch your boyfriend get attacked, watch your friends get harassed, and make everyone worry because you were so weak... so pathetic.

In your deep thought, you hadn’t even heard the grunt beside you as a tall redhead took a seat beside you on the sidewalk. The sound of his cough snapped you from your thoughts as you glanced up at him, seeing his golden eyes already looking down at you, though they were quick to drop to your neck, his eyes quickly narrowing.

"Damn it, I can't believe how bad it looks." Karma muttered, his fingers grazing against the damaged skin resulting in you sucking air through your teeth from the mild pain of the touch, to which he quickly jerked his hand away.

Quickly looking back to the road, you chuckled weakly with a frown, “Gee thanks.”

Karma clicked his tongue and bumped your side slightly, "You know what I meant angel, don't be like that."

You forced out a laugh, your eyes remaining glued to the ground as your fingers nervously fidgeted against your knee caps. Your actions didn't go unnoticed by the redhead, his hand gently grabbing your fidgeting fingers to force them to a still.

"Are you okay Y/n?"

Oh how you wished he hadn't uttered those four words. You were dreading those words falling from anyone's lips, knowing they would crumble the walls you tried so hard to keep up.

Sure enough the warm teardrops that had been threatening to spill from your lashes began to trickle out one by one, your sudden release of emotions causing you to sniffle.

Karma was quick to grab at your cheek and move your head to face his own, his face immediately softening as you burst into tears before him. Without second thought he shoved you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you tightly, gripping at the locks of your hair and inhaling your scent as he kissed at the top of your head.

"Shit Y/n... I'm so sorry, that must've been so scary for you. I should've been there and I wasn't-"

"Shut up!"

Out of everything Karma expected you to say, it wasn’t that. His hold on you softened as you shoved yourself away from his chest, your sobs growing louder as you rubbed aggressively at your face. You almost looked... angry? The sight scared Karma to death, thinking you could only be mad at him.

"Shut up, shut up, just shut up!" You cried as you looked down to your shaking hands, "You shouldn't have been there, I should've been there!"

Karma's eyes widened at this, confusion running through his mind as you continued.

"You put yourself before me to save me and as soon as you got attacked all I did was watch like an idiot! A..And when they took me away and I had to watch you get kicked to what I thought was death! All I could do was cry and watch you get attacked, I felt so.. so weak!"

Now the puzzle pieces were clicked together in Karma's head. You weren't mad at him... you were mad at yourself.

And somehow, that felt worse for him.

"And when we got kidnapped and they just kept harassing us, all I could do was shout at them and hope they would stop! I..I.. I should've been able to do something! But instead all I could do was watch, all I ever do is watch. I put everyone else around me in danger or make everyone else worry because... because..."

Your face grew red, every emotion you felt bottled up inside as you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Because I’m weak!"

This caused everyone to silence, the only sound being heard was the cool evening wind blowing against the metal signs and fall leaves that littered the ground.

"I..I'm weak... and I'm pathetic... and-"

The next string of words were cut off when a pair of lips smashed against yours. They weren't angry, they weren't guilty, they were simple and welcoming. The feeling of his warm lips pressing against your own caused more tears to stream from your face as you gripped down on his hands tightly until the redhead moved away from you.

"You are not fucking weak, you hear me? You're not weak for being scared, or pathetic for not being able to do anything. That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard!" Karma shouted with a frown as he looked at you with an intense gaze, "I got beaten because I was reckless and moved on instinct rather than thinking things through."

Inhaling sharply,  you swallowed what saliva you forgot you had in your mouth and as your teeth clamped down on the inside of your lip to prevent more tears from spilling as your nails dug into Karma's hands.

"You were strong enough to fight back against those pigs and hold your ground even in a scary situation, so don't you dare say you're weak, do you understand me?" Karma questioned as he cupped your cheek and looked into your eyes, "I was never angry at you, I was angry at myself for letting you slip away. And now I'm going to promise you that I'm going to act more with a level head, so long as you promise to always tell me how you're feeling and to stop bottling up these feelings inside."

You couldn't help the feeling of your lips twitching, your eyes blinking to hold back any tears from escaping your exhausted eyes as you looked up to him. His eyes were stern yet soft, his thumb rubbing against the smooth skin of your palm as he gave your hands a light squeeze.

"Promise me Y/n?"

Smiling softly you let out a slight laugh, your head nodding quickly as more tears streamed down your face.

"I promise Karma."

Karma smiled at this, his palm brushing away some residing tears from your soft cheeks while pushing some of your unkempt hair behind your ear. Somehow even in your disheveled state, you looked so damn beautiful to him.

The two of you hadn't noticed each other leaning in until the sound of a pen clicking and a familiar voice cooing made you both back away.

“Star Crossed lovers reunited after being forcefully separated, I mean the story is just writing itself!” Korosensei cried, somehow having a box of tissues in one of his many tentacles.

At this you began to giggle along with the rest of your classmates, and though Karma put on an annoyed facade, he couldn’t stop the boyish grin from creeping upon his lips when your angelic smile filled his ears once more.

And just then as he caught a glimpse of your pretty smile laughing with the milky sunset rays beaming across your face, he knew one thing was for sure.

He would never let anything take you away from him, ever again.

next chapter

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My list of Adam ships♡ n my opinion bout them (also fics rec :D) (old)

Adam x Luicfer (Adamsapple/Duitarduck) 10/10

Need i say more:)))??!?! started out as a "haha funny slip-up ship" to "hey they got really good angst potential". The friends/lovers to enemies to lovers is STRONG with this one n i am eating up everything i could found on ao3. Smth bout this macho-ass man finally getting to stay back n not take charge for once feel nice, also princess Adam supermacy wooooo. Whoever came up with the ship name i applaud u cause that's like a 3 layers name(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

It's not an Adamsapple fic without Adam having at least 1 mental breakdown n Lucifer have his guilt eating him alive:)))

Very fucked up torture but i swear it worth the pain:D The dove is so dead it start to rot so plz read the tags properly (plz check out the AngeliaDark other works too they got good shit)

This one have a splits so check out both the fics (beware the author have a skrewed sense of what is considered wholesome:))))

I didnt think a smut scene could be this sad

Adam x Lute (Guitarspear/Guardrock) 10/10

Litteraly my first Hazbin ship, assholes in love is an underrated dynamic we desperately need more off:))) That with a dash of evil dude x loyal subordinate (which i havent seen since the Deathglare days) n opposite attract (look they have one main thing in common is that their extreme bloodthirst, other than that she's stricter than ur mom n he's lazier than the Sloth ring itself but that the beauty of it no? He convince her to chill tf out n not to burst a blood vessel, she keep him on track n make sure Sera dont come on their asses)

They're just being silly enabling each other terrible behaviour n i love that for them (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Litteral besties i tell ya

Heavy non-con shit involving Val but Lute will revenge our boi i promised u that

Cool idea n they r just made for each other damn

First hazbin fic i read which is a really cool smut:D

Adam x Micheal (we need a ship name people ) (update: it's Songbird/Guitarhero) 10/10

I like how we dont even got a proper comfirmation of Micheal design/personality yet the ship is here already ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ( im using the Nakariiale's design as a base here love their design)

Hit me with that rebound love x "u look like my ex so im using u as a replacement but ill fall for the real u eventually" x co-workers in heaven. I'm thinking smth along the line of "after Lucifer fucked off with Lilith, Micheal became Adam guardian angel n they just hang out" ya feel me here? (✿◕‿◕✿)

Shout out to Bloog_b for dragging me into this ship:DDD also im on the Adam x the archangels ship as a "gotcha" to Lucifer of sort. Like bitch u stole my wives imma steal your brotherS

Look it's Adamsapple endgame but trust me u will be feed well on this ( u know how good u gotta be for people to ditch the main ship?)

I'm giving yall 4 fics here cause i can only found 4 rn(._. )

this one is uhh non-con so beware

Micheal is indeed Adam guardian angel in this one:D

Adam x Eve (Flowertunes) 8/10

I dont care what yall said they love each other throughout Eden n Earth , might have a falling out in heaven but that doesnt change the fact that they were once IN LOVE. Honestly why cant we just have a couple that have the same bright-eyed innocence like one another.I refuse to believe Eve like willingly cheat on Adam with malicious intent n all, simply she was indeed ''tricked'' or just not fully understand the sistuation, n Adam love her way too much to think that she would do that to him like Lilith. Hell the dude was heartbroken after L left , starting the abandonment issues, so he would have cling to Eve, doing everything so that he aint alone again, even if that mean leaving Eden

Honestly it pisses me off that the Adam/Eve tag on ao3 most of the time is just 1 dialouge between them back when Eve bit the apple n thats it no elaboration on the couple whatsoever >:(((

Lots of switcharoos

sinner eve woooo

look its hard trynna find a fic focusing on them ok?

Adam x St. Peter (Guitargreeter (bet ya didnt see that coming:))) 7/10

Base on this fanfic alone Joe my dude u r on the path of becoming THE Adam crack-ship writer n i am here for this:)))) just so u wait this dude gonna whip out a AdamxNifty , AdamxHusk fic later on ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

From within the fic itself the ship its 2 bros in love with homophobia standing in the way >:( also when did we have a name?!?!?!?

I just like Adam x anyone in heaven alright:D like bro famous n he got that ancient rizz, u telling mr he cant bag a hottie or 2-100+ hmm?

Adam x Alastor (Angelicradio) 8/10

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT ABOUT THEM THAT I SHIP I JUST DO φ(゜▽゜*)♪ i blame YOU honestly rn this ship is either Adam found Al after the fight n they make a deal or they're in heaven n they chillin this ship is confusing:D

They're angels on heaven

Adam gone back into eden n do shit differently

This is both Adam/Eve n Adam/Alastor kinda

Adam x Alastor x Lucifer (Angelicradioapple/ Charlie's dads (only me call them that lol)) 9/10

''Hey Charlie u know how u r sad that your mother left? Wellllllll i got you 2 new dads suprise:DDDD''

Look 3 miserable men who hate each other + hell's greatest dad + my love for Dadam = Messy ass old men yaoi :DDDD n it work perfectly with Alastor Asexuality too!!! Like Adam n Lucifer could fuck each other brains out before Al joining in for the cuddles lol

Chaos ensue

Not exactly a love triangle but a love corner but hey we barely got food here :D

I cant believe how hot this shit is lol

Adam x Eve x Lilith x Lucifer (Eden poly/ applecore?) 8/10

They could have been all married to each other(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ But as much as i go "OooOooo Poly yay'' i just cant vibe with EvexLucifer, like the cheating vibes is wayyyyyyyyy too much i just cant man . I mean with the interpetation that Lucifer came to Eden to hang out with the humans they all know eachother, they're a throuple yes but BUT when Eve came into the picture it was only with Adam n him only so the other 2 is ehhhh. Im fine with EvexLilith cause im seeing it happening later, not hidden from Adam while LuciferxEve got that deception going on .So uhhh in this ship they're more like bestie than lovers to me¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also AdamxLilith is an underrated pairing like everytime i saw this applecore thing going on these 2 r at most tolerate each other like cmonnnnn we already twist this to hell n back, why cant we make it so their arguement was a petty non-malicious one n they still cares for each other hmm???

They're one happy family

IDK what to tell u bittersweet reunion n loving family is the only typa fic u get with this ship

Not that im complaining i need this wholesomeness

Adam x Mammon (Adammon/Madam/Greedyguitar/ 1st chirstmas.... hasnt had an offical name yet) 10/10

They r litteraly same person different font idk what to tell u. More insults thrown around than Guitarspear but they're pretty similar. Adam is just " sinners suck ass but this dude is the worst in the best way". Also they're both big bois (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ , they love towering over others

I'm sorry but there r barely BARELY

any fics of them :(

The art side is more plentiful tho :D

Adam x Angel Dust (Holydust/guitardust) 5/10

THEY ARE BESTIES YOUR HONOUR n that the exact reason why i cant see them be together as a couple 100%, like the shit-talking bff vibes r wayyyy too strong XD Angel finally got someone who have the same vulgar humour as him n if Adam got married in hell Angel would 100% be his best bitch of honour (≧∀≦)ゞq(≧▽≦q)

They're best friends who have casual no-string attached sex that is ACTUALLY no-string attached:)))

I came to ship them due to those "What if they're co-workers under Val' scenarios ive been seeing on Tumblr

I got like 1 fic on ao3 i mean if u r looking for just platonic friendship between them then rest asure most Adam's redemption fics have that

I got 1 fic on tumblr

Adam x Charlie (Charadam/Guitarprincess) 5/10

U know this ship give me a pretty bad first impression since a good chunk of the fics r either heavy non-con shit or lean wayyyyy to much into the daddy kink, ya know how Charlie got suppose daddy issues n all that jazz?:))) yeah that... that

But after seeing the art side of this ship im chillin with them now, since the art r pretty wholesome, usually having them decked out in punk-rock clothings hanging out. It's a big "Fuck you" to Lucifer n i live for these mf argueing ╰(*°▽°*)╯

So uhhh stay away from the fics if ya want an actual functional couple instead of wtv messed up shit we got there:))) But here's a fic anyway, the only one where it feel bearable n actual trynna go into said messed up relationship i already warn you

We got cracks like Guitarmaid (AdamxNifty), Valadam (AdamxVal) which i dont have enough materials to decied, Classicalrock (AdamxSera) sound interesting but also havent found anything , Guitarhalo (AdamxEmily) is an unexpected find, find i deem them to be more familial than romantic so we'll see if there's a fic good enough to convince me

Edit:i forgot to add Blitzo like Mammon already there why did i forgot

Adam x Blitzo (i dont think anyone even ship this but me:)) 7/10

I cant find a single fic where they has anything more than a 1 nightstand n 1 interaction where they hit it off , i live off imagination alone (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) but like fr fr they would match so well, like their bloodlust n general jerkiness would make them the 3rd asshole x asshole ship on this list :DDDD

Tho as much as i wanna see them go further i feel like an on-n-off relationship/friends with benefits fit em more ya know ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰) If ya have any fic but the 2 here that have them interact lemme know cause a bitch need food :)

This is a lot of tag(._. )

[robron-til-the-end-of-time]

Day 4, Touches and Affection / Back to the Start.

Robert woke up first, he always did these days. The rigid routine of prison hadn’t worn off yet, and even though it’d been a few years, he still woke up before Aaron did these days. Aaron would sleep through his alarm if Robert let him, mouth hanging slightly open and almost snoring. Robert wasn’t quite brave enough to accuse him of snoring outright, though. He valued his life.

He went down stairs and made them both their morning cups of tea to take back to bed. Today they didn’t have much to do, a rare quiet moment in the hectic life that was Emmerdale village. Robert took their mugs back to bed, giving Aaron a gentle nudge, settling himself back under the covers. He’d pulled some jogging bottoms on, but otherwise wasn’t wearing much. “Oi,” Robert said quietly.

“Oh, ta,” Aaron said. Robert took a mouthful before turning back to his husband, all sleep soft and gorgeous. Even fifteen years after they’d first met, Aaron still stopped his heart. Robert never really thought he’d have a relationship that would ever last this long, and while they’d broken up, got together, married, divorced, prison, married again… Aaron had always been the guiding force in his life. At this point, he always would be. Even if, God forbid, Aaron dropped dead tomorrow. He was it for Robert, always would be. “What’re you thinking about?” Aaron asked.

“You,” Robert said. “How you’re… the one for me. No matter what happens.”

“You’re not dying on me, are you?” Aaron said with a frown.

“No,” Robert said with half a smile. “Just feeling sentimental. I didn’t even believe in soul mates until you came along.” Aaron rolled his eyes, but he wasn’t making fun of him, that was something.

“I know what you mean, though,” Aaron said, his hand reaching for Robert’s waist, pulling him close. “I only had four years, you know? I think about that quite a lot. I had four years as an adult before I met you. I was only twenty two, what the hell was I thinking?”

“What were you thinking?” Robert asked. “That first time in the layby?”

“I was horny, and I knew you were interested,” Aaron said. “You were terrible at hiding it. I was attracted to you back then, which is why I kept coming back for more. Then… I fell for you. God, did I fall.” Robert smiled, pressing a kiss to Aaron’s lips. They both paused their conversation to have a bit more tea, before turning back into each other's arms. “I never stopped falling for you.”

“Can I ask…” Robert said, tangling his feet with Aaron’s. “What did you think when I turned up at your wedding?”

“Honestly?” Aaron said. Robert nodded. “Okay, well it hadn’t exactly been going well before you turned up, but when I saw you, for a split second, I thought I was dreaming. Because you couldn’t be there, you were in prison, you had a life sentence, you couldn’t be there. Once I realised I wasn’t hallucinating or dreaming…”

“That was quick, though,” Robert said, interrupting. “That realisation.”

“You looked different,” Aaron said. “Older. In my dreams, you always looked exactly as I’d left you. Like time froze you in place. This time you didn’t. So then I thought… that bastard. You had to wreck it, you had to get the last word in. Then I thought… God, what the hell am I doing?”

“You still went through with it though,” Robert said. Aaron glared at him. “I’m not blaming you, I’m trying to understand.”

“Loving you… it’s like jumping from a plane without a parachute. It's such a high, but I know it’s going to destroy me in the end, I just don’t know how.”

“Charming,” Robert said.

“You know what we’re like, and you know exactly what I mean,” Aaron said. Robert inclined his head in agreement. “Loving him was surface level. Uncomplicated. Not painful. Until the end.”

“Yeah, it was a disaster, that end,” Robert agreed. He nuzzled into Aaron’s neck. “I won’t focus on it, I lost that jealousy a long time ago.”

“When?” Aaron asked.

“When I realised he didn’t even know you,” Robert said. “Didn’t know anything about you, he'd never bothered to learn. Like how you got this scar here.” He kissed the spot on Aaron’s right jaw, hidden by his stubble completely, but Robert knew. Robert knew everything about him.

“I’m jealous of that new barmaid,” Aaron admitted. “She fancies you.”

“I know she does,” Robert said. Pointless to deny it, that way madness lay. “That doesn’t mean she gets me. I only have eyes for you.”

Aaron smirked. “I know.” Aaron arched his hips into Robert’s body suggestively. “She’s your type though.”

“What’s my type, I’m curious,” Robert said, his hand curving around Aaron’s arse.

“Mm, attractive, younger than you, brunette, has that sarcastic wit you like,” Aaron said. Robert kissed his collarbone.

“Don’t know what that says about me,” Robert said against his skin as Aaron laughed. “Only you, always.”

“I know,” Aaron said. “I don’t doubt you. I trust you.” Robert arched into Aaron’s body, unable to ever verbalise what that meant to him.

[misguidedasgardian]

Wild Cats (part V)

V. The need

MASTERLIST

Summary: Even though you just escaped death, you couldn’t count yourselves as saved yet

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, cannibalism, reader eats a squirrel (after they cooked it of course), you know what this is about.

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Carol gets in the mean machine a bit

You guarded them, Rick, Carl, Michonne, Tyrell, Carol, Maggie, Glenn, Sasha, Bob, Tyresse and Daryl, you kept watch as you heard them make a list of everyone that was in the prison, and everyone that was accounted for, or you guessed, didn’t make it and they saw it go down

Apparently, as Carl had told you, they had been living in a prison for half a year, it was the perfect place against the new world, you’d think, as you could easily protect it, but some psycho tried to take it over with a tank, attacking the prison, destroying it in the process, and vanishing Rick’s community from there. At some point there were like forty people living in it, and in front of you is what was left.

A haunting thought

They were seeing if there was any chance someone else might still be out there, and they got to the conclusion there wasn’t, well, except for… Beth

She was Maggie’s younger sister and she was taken, when she was Daryl before you met him, before the thing with the claimers.

“New here too, right?”, asked Tara, you smiled and nodded, “I just met Rick, MIchonne and Carl a couple of days ago, after they escaped the prison, how about you?”, you asked her

“I was part of the group that took the prison”, she said with a horrid expression on her face. 

“Oh”, you didn’t know what to say

“Our leader lied to us, made us do it”, she said shortly. One thing you’d learn in the apocalypse, is that is was like it was in prison, you heard very few stories, and shorter ones, nobody liked to talk about “before”

You also had a good story to tell, but… alas… nobody asked you either.

“We should get going”, said Rick

“Where are we going?”, you asked softly. He looked back at you, he didn’t have a plan, neither of you did.

“For now we keep walking until we can find someone to lay low, regroup, replenish our strength”, he said, and you nodded, that sounded like a great plan, you only hoped this place existed.

You noticed something else too, Daryl was always hanging back, measuring, watching, his crossbow always ready to release. He often walked away from the group in thought, just to come back a few hours later while you walked. 

The night came quicker than you expected and to your surprise, Daryl came in with dead squirrels for dinner.

You had never eaten squirrels before.

It was… tasty, tasted like chicken. After he set a fire and cooked them himself. You always felt his eyes on you, when you looked back he seemed to be analyzing you, testing you, as you tried the squirrel and then ate it.

“Good enough for ya’?”, he asked as he munched on his

“it’s great”, you said, of course at first you were not convinced.

You couldn’t hunt for shit, and in that period when you were alone you saw some gray days, but you always managed. You had eaten so many expired canned things you were pleasantly surprised that you haven't gotten poisoned yet.

You took turns to sleep, there were fifteen of you, so you took turns. You realized that in the -adult- close circle, those being Michone, Rick, Carol, Daryl, Maggie and Glenn divided themselves into the five groups to take guards, they didn’t trust you, or the trio, or Tara more, but you understood it.

You were just almost eaten by humans who promised you sanctuary 

Daryl kept watch with you like at three AM, and also Abraham, who wouldn’t let Eugene do anything of substance.

“What did you both do before all of this?”, he asked, which wasn’t fair, it was clear what he did. You looked at Daryl who didn’t answer

“Does it really matter?”, you asked

“Hell yeah”

“What I can tell you is that I didn’t do anything special”, you said simply, “nothing that could have helped me survive this anyways”, you said quietly, but you still felt both gazes on to you, “I’m a designer mayor”, you concluded, “just finished my masters when the crap hit the fan”

“You don’t sound like you’re from around here”, he said

“I’m not”, you said, but you were not willing to answer anymore and he seemed to understand it. 

“And what about you?”, he asked Daryl in turn, you looked back at him expectantly, but he only mumbled something under his breath

“It doesn’t matter now, does it?”, you asked, “we are all different people now, and it’s not like we need CV’s”, you said softly. 

“We are going to fix this”, he said, all convinced

“That’s just bullshit man”, muttered Daryl. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, you really didn’t. A scientist that could stop this? on their way to DC with these militars? that sounded so, so strange, but again, this had become a strange world

“I can use some people like you in the team”, he said, looking at you both. Daryl just shook his head

“You said you are going to DC?”, you asked, he nodded, “how do you know someone is there still?”, finding people that had a similar plan to yours was… endearing, maybe you weren’t so wrong after all.

“Well, we did lose contact a few weeks back, but there were still people there”, he said, “the last ones standing”. Someone created this virus, you were sure of it, and as easier someone could change this back, this was a virus, you really did hope there was a way back.

Although things were irreparable now. But at least, people didn’t have to keep coming back to life as flesh-eating monsters, and furthermore, people didn’t have to keep being eaten. 

“You too”, encouraged Abraham, you raised your eyes from the fire to look at him

“Why me?”, you asked him

“I saw you wielding that ax”, he said nodding proudly, you weren’t better with an ax that Daryl was with a bow, “you both should be there when we save the world”, Daryl only chuckled, mockingly, and then stood up to go for a walk around the camp. You both joined him, because you didn’t want to have another “claimers” situation, one where the group sneaked past your round, so you went in all different directions. 

“You’re with me”, muttered Daryl, you just walked towards him silently, and submerged yourself into the woods. 

The moon helped you, also, the sky was clear so you could see once you adjusted your eyesight. You watched where you were going, last time you tripped he snapped at you, when you were slow he also snapped at you.

You got it, he was this tough, tracker, hunter guy, but still, he seemed to be always looming over you,watching your every move

You didn’t care, something made you want to please him, to prove yourself worthy to him, you didn’t know what it was.

You are focused so much in your “quickness” and being fast that you didn’t watched much when you were going, especially since it was pitch black, you tripped and fell on your face, and you would have been embarrassed, if it wasn’t because you didn’t trip because of a branch or something, something grabbed you. 

You heard the growls and you knew you were fucked, truly fucked 

“Ah!”, you screamed when you kicked and hit the walker in its face, you turned around and you could barely see the silhouette. You grabbed your ax but you were so afraid to hit yourself, it lodged in what it seemed to be it’s shoulder

You saw and heard its mouth snapping open, he was going to get you, his boney body over your other leg, not allowing you to kick him

And then, an arrow lodged itself in the middle of its forehead, stopping his movements at once.

“It’s a wonder you haven’t been killed ye”, he mumbled, coming to you, grabbing the arrow from its head, and grabbing you, getting you on your feet, “did he get ya?”, you grabbed onto him, shaking your head

“Thank you”, you said, trying to hold on into his thick arm, as you took foot on solid ground

“Be more careful will ya?”, he asked and walked away from you, releasing his hold on you. 

“Sorry”, you said, catching up to him, “thank you I thought it was gonna get me”, you were shaken up, you felt your heart thundering. He didn’t say anything as he kept walking forwards, you walked stuck to his side, creeped out of your mind. Soon your round was over and you came back to the bonfire.

You didn’t understand why Daryl was so angry at you all the time. And furthermore you didn’t understand why he was hovering over you, as he sat right by your side, and slept right by you too. He wouldn’t stop checking where you were or what you were doing, you didn’t understand at all. You stole a glance at him and saw him staring into the fire. He had some beautiful eyes… the bastard, and underneath all that wild hair… he was sort of handsome, in a… special, wild way.

He caught you staring so you looked away quickly, and soon, you woke the others up and it was your time to rest. 

. . .

The next night found you in the church of the priest you saved from three walkers. He gave you the creeps. You believed yourself to be a good judge of character and you did not like him at all, but you needed sanctuary, food, water and a plan, so you should be fine there for a couple of weeks. If Rick trusted him, so could you, besides, there was fifteen of you, and one of him.

There you had more time to get acquainted with the rest of the group. You’d learn that baby Judith was a badass, and super quiet for a baby. She was such a cute little baby. 

You’d learned so many things from the rest of the group, how Tyresse was certainly the most intimidating-looking but a gentle giant, Bob was… odd. Carol was very reserved and if Daryl gave you judging looks he’s got nothing on her. She barely even talked to you.

Eugene was a bit of a weirdo, he was, he tried to “came onto you” multiple times and you’d reject his lewd advances quickly, and Abraham and Rosita would laugh at him. It was sort of comical, he was lacking very esencial social skills. But Abraham, Eugene and a couple of more were hellbent on fixing a broken church bus to get them to DC, and the rest of you were just trying to get supplies to keep going, or figure out what to do next.

You were not impressed by the town or its surroundings, but you were asked by Rick to stay near the church with Carl, baby Judith and the others, and you did, happily.

As you had a time for yourself, you sat in one of the church’s benches and peeked at a map you had of Georgia and the surrounding states, of the plan you had made when you got out of Atlanta, of the island…

Rick sat by your side and peeked, you looked at him, he had baby Judith in his arms

“This would have come handy before”, he chided gently

“I forgot I had it, I thought it was in my backpack, but it was in one of the zippers in my jacket”, you explained softly, there was some scribbles in it, Rick read them

“What was this?”, he pointed at your “plan V”

“Plan Vacation Village”, you said, he chuckled, “it’s an island on Lake Lanier”, you said softly, he looked at you wide-eyed, “I thought to go seek refuge there, an island right? easy to protect”

“What happened?”, he asked

“Never found out”, you said sadly, “never got to”, he looked at you funny 

“This could work”, he said, “we should be close enough”

“I’m sure I’m not the only one who came to the same conclusion”, you said surely, “that islands were the safest way… it could backfire, there could be walkers trapped in there…besides, it’s big, very…”

“Maybe…”, he said. He looked ahead, at the group getting ready for dinner, “why won’t you go find Daryl and Carol? we can discuss this at dinner”, he said softly, you nodded. He treated you like you were a little girl sometimes, but… Carol and Daryl were in the watch team, they preferred it so. You walked outside and realized it was already night, pitch dark, you were going to tell Rick to fetch them yourself, you didn’t want to go at night, but there it was again, the need to prove yourself, so you went out there anyways.

You seemed to catch a glimpse of Daryl out there, so, you followed him, you didn’t want to call out for him, so you tried to move quickly. you ended up a few yards away from the church when you catched him, he was with Carol. 

“... you seemed pretty cozy with her last night… the new girl”, said Carol teasingly

“She is just another dead girl”

“Rick wants us for dinner”, you said, they both froze and looked back at you, and you cursed yourself because your voice broke in the last second

They looked back at you wide-eyed

“I walk pretty stealthy for a dead girl”, you said bitterly

They were going to answer, but the three of you almost ducked when you heard an engine, a car, it passed right by you, it was black, Daryl went out of his way to catch a glimpse of it, and when he did, he was quick to grab the bow and smashed the back lights of the car they were preparing

“What are you doing!?”, asked Carol 

“That’s the car that took Beth!”, he said quickly, “get in! Both of you!”, he said, and wouldn’t take no for an answer 

“What?”, you asked, but they both jumped in, and rather than being out here alone, with a sigh, you jumped into the car too. 

Damn you and your need to prove yourself. 

[thesummerstorms]

Look, I hope for her sake that Thalia has had some time to process her shit show of a life while she was with the Hunters.

But I'm just really convinced that in the Annabeth Wayne verse, seeing Annabeth return to Gotham and, willingly or not, reunite with her family would kick at a bunch of old, barely closed wounds.

She will never get the image of tiny little Annabeth in the alley out of her head. Grey eyes in a dirty, scared face. Tattered pajamas and beat up pink and purple sneakers. A tiny hand wrapping around Luke's knife. This little girl's willingness to go away with complete strangers if only someone will believe her about the monsters thrown in sharp contrast with her fear when Luke asked if she had family.

When she came back to life, that little girl was all grown up, no longer clutching at Thalia's hand for comfort. But Thalia has never forgiven or forgotten.

She never forgave herself for what happened to Jason. Why would she ever forgive Annabeth's family, who had so many more means of protecting her and still so utterly failed?

And don't get me wrong, I love Thalia. But based on her interactions with Percy in The Titan's Curse? I can totally see her deciding to make that Dick Grayson's problem.

Bruce Wayne is an obvious target for her contempt- and boy does she give it to him, without hesitation or second guessing whether she's being fair. Here's one more parent who has failed their demigod kid. The richest man and greatest detective whose daughter took to the streets and begged not to be returned to his home.

But with Dick I feel like it would take on a really personal element because of how similar and yet how different their situations are as Annabeth's adoptive older siblings.

Maybe it's a little bit jealousy, some subconscious fear that if Annabeth "forgives" Dick, she not only won't need Thalia anymore, she won't need Thalia to be her sister anymore.

But a hell of a lot of it is projection, looking at this older sibling who failed to protect their younger sibling and lost them for years, thinking they were dead.

Thalia doesn't stop to acknowledge that Dick was a grown man with his own life living in another city. That he wasn't even in the solar system when Annabeth ran away. That doesn't matter.She stayed for Jason. Jason was her whole life until he wasn't. And she still failed him.

The resentment is familiar and sharp and bitter. Dick failed, she failed, how dare he not do more.

Thalia may try to hide it from Annabeth because she knows Annabeth won't approve, that it would hurt her more than anything. And so much of it is subconscious anyway.

But it's just so fun if Thalia loathes Dick because they both love their sister, Anna Elizabeth Wayne.