#my problem is that i want to fight everyone + attack back as much as possible

[homosexualcitron]

doing art trades made me realize how slow i becomed at drawing and aaahhhh this is not a problem but artfight is gonna be hard this year

[c4llezz]

CAPTURE YOUR HEART

synopsis: you fake date the camp’s most irritating hermes girl to get a boy off your back. the problem? you might actually like her.

TW: blood, sword fighting.

pairing: hermes daughter!megan x athena daughter!reader

genre: fluff. really, really small angst.

word count: 5.3k

being athena’s favorite child was incredible. that’s what you tell everyone.

having your mother’s blessing was amazing. because of it, you were always chosen for important missions.

going to the underworld to convince hades not to let all souls free? you were first on the list. rescuing ares from an invisible island that hephaestus had built himself? the spot was yours. camp half-blood was under attack by cyclops? you were there, front line, commanding the troops.

you were an incredible fighter and a brilliant strategist. no one could deny it. but you were also a great person, nice and kindhearted. nobody hated you, nobody could hate you.

nobody except hermes’ head counselor.

the feeling was mutual though. you couldn’t stand the girl either.

she was insufferably annoying. you were sure everything she did and every word that came out of her mouth made a grey hair grow on you. she never took anything seriously. not even on life or death situations. always cracking jokes at the worst time. normally you wouldn’t even be bothered by someone joking around, but megan skiendiel just knew how to get under your skin.

that’s why you were dreading next week’s capture the flag.

normally you wouldn’t accept teaming up with the hermes cabin. but this time chiron had chosen the alliances. and you weren’t one to disobey superiors, so you had to suck it up, as yoonchae said, and be the bigger person.

“skiendiel!” you called out, making the girl stop mid conversation with her friends and look your way “training grounds. now.” without waiting for an answer you walked off.

“ohhh, someone’s in trouble” lara teased.

yoonchae laughed softly while megan glared at her “she’s your sister, what does she want?”

the younger girl shrugged “probably about capture the flag. you know she takes this seriously.”

megan groaned “i don’t know why chiron thinks this is a good idea. i would much rather be on lara’s team.”

“tell her that and see how well it goes.” lara grinned “you should hurry up, she hates when people are late.”

with a final groan, she stood up and made her way to the training grounds.

when she arrived, she expected to see sophia, apollo’s cabin head counselor, but instead she found one of the filipina’s siblings, some guy named michael that megan absolutely loathed.

“what is he doing here? where’s sophia?” she said, making her presence known.

you looked visibly relieved that she had arrived in that moment. you even smiled. “i was just asking michael if he could bring her here.”

“okay, then go.” megan told the boy harshly.

he didn’t even bother to look at the hermes girl. his attention was still fully on you. “i’ll look for her, but first i want a real answer to my question.”

you tried your best to not roll your eyes “i already told you, i’m dating someone.”

“i don’t believe you. you can’t even tell me his name.”

“megan” you blurted out. “her name is megan.”

megan’s eyes widened. but instead of denying anything, she smoothly wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you close. “yes michael, her girlfriend’s name is megan. now fuck off and go get your sister. we are waiting.”

the apollo boy narrowed his eyes suspiciously, clearly not buying it. but he walked away nonetheless.

as soon as he was far enough you shoved megan off you. “fuck, he’s going to tell everyone.” you started rambling “my life is ruined. my reputation is ruined.”

“excuse me? my reputation is going to be the ruined one,” the ginger haired girl shot back.

“oh, your reputation of hearthbreak girl? what a shame.”

“well you have a reputation of a stuck-up know-it-all! honestly i think im doing you a favor,” she said offended “i could’ve just thrown you under the bus and told michael boy the truth. but i didn’t.”

“go ahead! tell him. i don’t care.”

“i’m not gonna chase after some dumb guy. i don’t chase anyone.”

“yeah, i wouldn’t chase him either.” you muttered. “he keeps writing me really bad haikus that he swears are romantic.”

megan rolled her eyes, “he thinks he’s so special with his blonde hair and light eyes. like all his siblings don’t look exactly the same”

“honestly sophia’s mom’s genes are amazing to win over apollo’s.”

the ginger gasped “what if she is adopted?”

“that’s literally imposible.”

“says who?”

“god rules?”

“god rules are stupid then.”

“you are stupid.”

michael’s mouth was fast — that’s what she said. as soon as megan departed from your strategy meeting with the other cabins, people started to come up to her and ask if you were really dating.

she just avoided the questions, because what was she supposed to say? yes i’m dating the most serious person ever? no way, she was fun and she will only date fun people!

if she didn’t want to annoy michael, she wouldn’t be in this situation. but she hated michael and the look on his face when she ‘confirmed’ she was your girlfriend was priceless.

“megan! i can’t believe you are dating my sister, and you didn’t even tell me!” megan winced, she did not want to have this conversation.

“sorry, yoonchip. maybe you should talk to her about it?” that way she didn’t technically have to lie to her friend.

“yes. i’ll asked on our latin lesson today.” yoonchae answered.

“you mean greek lesson?” megan asked confused.

yoonchae shook her head “y/n is teaching me latin. her mom, teaches latin at a university, and y/n’s been learning since she could talk.”

“i knew you could be adopted by another god!” megan exclaimed, “so who’s her real father? some arrogant god probably, like zeus.” loud thunder was heard “sorry.”

the korean girl frowned, “you can’t be adopted by another god. other gods can give you their blessing, but your real parent has to claim you.”

“then how was she… you know?”

“you don’t know how athena’s kids are born?” yoonchae asked, blinking.

maybe megan hadn’t paid attention when some athena girl gave her the tour of camp half-blood six years ago and had explained how athena, even as one of the celibate goddesses, had children.

“you should ask your girlfriend then.” yoonchae said sweetly, obvious sarcasm in her voice, and then left.

—

“skiendiel” you greeted as you approached her “i’m sorry for putting you in this situation.”

woah. the last thing megan expected from you was an apology. you had never apologised to her before. not even that time when you were on a sparring session and you made her trip over, making her almost stab herself in the gut. when she confronted you, instead of apologising you looked her dead in the eye and told her she had ‘tripped over her own ego’.

and now you were here, in front of her, apologizing.

“oh— uhm, it’s no problem, really” she said, thrown off “michael’s a dick. i’ve been meaning to take revenge since he accused me of letting all the pegasi out of their stables. mr.d’s had me cleaning them every week since.”

you frowned, not because you were mad or confused. megan recognized that face, it was the one you made when you were thinking.

“let’s make a deal.” you said finally.

that caught her attention, “keep talking.”

“we pretend to date until i get michael off my back, and i’ll personally talk with mr.d and convince him to end your punishment.”

the deal was tempting. finally getting out of stable duty would be a blessing, megan had been doing it for almost two months now and it was the worst. and she also had the chance to annoy the hell out of this ken looking boy. she only had to pretend you weren’t the most irritating, stunning, infuriating, intelligent, frustratingly composed girl in camp and show some love for you.

the pros outweighed the cons.

“fine. but, until then you have to help me clean the stables too.”

you sighed, “deal.”

you shook hands and the deal was sealed.

“great! we can start now.”

“what?”

she grabbed your hand again and led you to the stables, pulling you closer when passing next to the apollo cabin where michael was standing outside.

the silence while you were cleaning was making megan uncomfortable. she was used to lara filling the air, and she also was know for being a little bit of a rambler.

and although megan wanted so bad to break the silence you looked so calm sweeping the floors and gently stroking the winged horses that she didn’t want to disturb you.

if this had been a safe space, megan would’ve admitted something.

she didn’t actually hate you. honestly she found you intimidating.

you were always so composed, so put together, even on stressful times. megan remembers when you willingly chose her to be one of your partners for a quest, before any of the petty beef started. she had been over the moon.

she ranted to lara about how smart and beautiful you were. how the mission would be so easy with your genius plans, that she’ll have time to flirt with you and maybe get a date.

how wrong was she.

you had also chosen michael to be part of it. he was really talented with a bow, and sophia, the only one who could beat him, was being treated on the infirmary because of some sudden illness she had come up with.

now that the ginger girl thinks about it, maybe michael had to do something with it.

anyway, you were hiding from some empousai—really ugly creatures by the way— you were being so insistent on not letting them see you. you made a whole ass map of the building in just seconds to plan the cleanest route out without being noticed.

but stupid michael had left his “best arrow” somewhere and he told megan that if she could get it back, you’ll be so impressed that you would accept to go out with her.

fifteen year old megan fell for it and ended up being spotted by one of the monsters.

all hell broke loose, and you almost didn’t make it out alive.

thanks to you, megan made it out with just a few scratches, the same couldn’t be said for you and your broken arm. and thanks to michael, you hated her.

you didn’t even glance her way, and as soon as she entered the same room as you, you would stand up and leave.

the only way megan found you would even pay attention to her was if she did something that annoyed you. the bonus? you looked really cute when you were mad.

so, megan did not hate you. in fact, she had a big, fat crush on you.

and now she had to pretend to date you without you noticing. how hard could it be?

“hello?” your voice snapped her out of her thoughts “skiendiel, are you alright? you been staring at me for the past five minutes. it’s kind of creepy.”

megan’s face turned as red as her hair “sorry. dyslexia, you know?”

“you mean dissociation? we are all dyslexic here.”

“yeah, that,” she then cleared her throat, “uhm… so you’ve got two moms?”

you got taken aback by the sudden question, but answered anyway. “biologically, yes.”

“how is that possible? not to sound homophobic or anything like that.” she started, “i’m actually bisexual myself, so really i’m not trying to make fun of you or something like that. i think is really cool that you’ve got two moms. is just that you say biologically and well, biologically, that makes no sense to me. like did your mom carry you? or athena? but athena is like a virgin goddess so—“

you interrupted her rambling with a soft laugh “i bet you thought i was adopted by athena.”

“…maybe.”

you shook your head still smiling “athena’s children, we are born from her thoughts. just like she was born from zeus’ head” you explained “she forms a strong intellectual connection with a mortal and then—bam! thought baby. one night, i was delivered to my mom’s doorstep.”

“how did they even meet?” megan asked. bonding time!

“my mom’s a mythology professor. she was always more into roman gods than greek. when she was finishing her digree, she met minerva, athena’s roman form. my mom was working on a really big investigation on ancient roman artifacts, and minerva helped her.

their connection was really strong, but roman’s are not really fond of athena’s kids. they can’t phantom the possibility of a virgin goddess with children. minerva stopped helping, and athena took her place. my mom’s investigation turned from roman artefacts to greek ones. after she received a ceremony for her achievements, athena disappeared.

a month later my mom opened the door and athena was there, carrying me in her arms. usually she just magically delivers the baby to their parent and in a dream she tells them everything. i don’t know why it was different with me.”

megan’s eyes were glossy from your story

“are you crying?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

“that’s so cute.” she sniffled. “minerva, who’s all cold and emotionless, was so in love with your mother that she changed forms just to have you as a connection to her. and she delivered you personally too, that’s why you are her favorite.”

you didn’t really know what to say to that. no one had ever reacted to your origin story with tears. no one had called it cute either. you scratched the back of your neck, a little embarrassed. “i don’t think she planned it. i mean, maybe she liked my mom, but gods aren’t exactly known for making rational emotional decisions.”

“still,” megan said, wiping her nose with her sleeve. “it’s kind of romantic. even for a brain birth situation.”

you blinked. “did you just say brain birth?”

she grinned. “what? technically that’s what it is.

you shook your head, lips twitching. “you’re unbelievable.”

“and yet,” she said, stepping closer, “you’re fake dating me. who’s the real loser here?”

you were about to fire back, megan liked that about you, witty remarks flowed from your mouth easily, when one of the pegasi huffed loudly behind you, shoving its head between you and Megan.

“okay, okay, we’ll keep working,” she said, laughing as she gently nudged it away. “pushy.”

you were about to go back to sweeping when megan blurted out, “so, uh… since we’re fake dating now, do i get to call you something stupid like ‘baby’ in public?”

you turned slowly. “absolutely not.”

she smirked. “what about sweet cheeks? or pookie? my divine strategist?”

“i will end this deal,” you warned, pointing your broom at her.

megan held up her hands in surrender. “noted. babe.”

you groaned, but you didn’t push her away when she playfully bumped your shoulder with hers.

“i can’t believe you didn’t come to ask for advice.” manon said while you were walking to the dining pavilion that night. the aphrodite cabin was known as the matchmakers, manon was no exception. for the past years, she had insisted you and megan would be the perfect couple. “and you always brushed me off when i talked about you and megan! even mom tried to tell you, remember?”

of course you remembered, how could you forget aphrodite appearing out of nowhere after you almost died saving megan from angry empousai?

the goddess looked so much like the girl you had just risked your life for that you almost walked past her when you saw her. she said something about soulmates and sacrifices that you did not want to get into.

when you got back from the mission and got your arm fixed, you told manon what had happened. after that, she made her whole purpose get you and the hermes girl together.

“and we know the real reason you used to avoid megan was that you were scared.” a new person joined the conversation, falling into step beside you.

you both turned to the girl surprised “when did you get here?”

daniela shrugged “i’m going to get dinner like you. you know working in the forges makes me hungry.”

you groaned “i can’t believe you are making weapons for the rival team.”

“it’s my team now. manon’s too.” she said “and i’m just polishing swords and knifes. you are the only one i make weapons for.”

“well back to the important topic.” manon interrupted your conversation, “you and megan.”

rolling your eyes you said “it’s new, we are just getting to know each other.” you finally arrived at the pavilion and since everyone had to sit on their respective cabins’ tables, you quickly made your way to yours, avoiding further conversation with the older girls.

you took a seat and looked across the room, catching megan’s eye. she winked at you, and you bit your lip looking away, trying to suppress the smile forming on your lips.

the truth was that daniela was right. you were scared.

when you saw the first empusa attack megan you were mad. not at her, but at yourself. it was your quest, you were the one in charge, and you were supposed to keep her safe. if something happened to her it would’ve been your fault.

you should’ve seen it coming, michael had been waiting for you both to get alone and when megan left your sight he took your complete attention. you shouldn’t have gotten distracted.

you were scared of hurting her in any way after that, and so you pushed her away. not because you hated her, but because you cared too much.

she was just too stubborn, and for some reason, it irked you so much that she still wanted to talk to you after it was your fault she almost died, that your temper around her was so bad.

the rest of the campers arrived and you finally could eat. as always a portion of your food was offered to the gods.

you prayed to athena for strength in the capture the flag game the next day. then you prayed to aphrodite, for a sign. that maybe letting megan in wasn’t such a bad idea.

—

capture the flag arrived with a misty sky and tension in the air. you’d barely slept. not from nerves, you knew your strategy was flawless, but because megan had started calling you ‘captain’ or ‘my captain’ every time she passed you. you were beginning to regret the deal.

“okay,” you said, pointing at the map spread out across the rock near the lake where your team was supposed to hide their flag. “sophia and the apollo cabin are guarding the flag. their best archers are in the trees. we’ll approach from the west.”

“skiendiel?” you glanced at her.

she was balancing a knife on her finger, looking very not invested.

“skiendiel!” you snapped.

“relax, babe,” she said with a wink, catching the blade before it could fall. “i know my part. i get in, cause chaos, and look hot doing it.”

“that’s not your job,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “you’re the distraction. you lure them out and lead them away so yoonchae can get the flag.”

“exactly. cause chaos, my specialty.”

you didn’t have the energy to argue. “everyone has their comms?” you asked. after your incredible suggestion to chiron, daniela and the rest of the hephaestus cabin, worked on making communicators for each team. huge upgrade.

some nodded, some gave a thumbs up. you smirked “then let’s win this thing.”

chiron blew a horn and the game started.

you moved with precision through the trees, your team following your lead. megan had taken off in the opposite direction, loud and annoying as promised. she made a show rustling bushes and yelling, but it worked. half of the enemy team followed her.

the other half you handled them yourself.

halfway through the game, sophia’s voice crackled in your communicator. “y/n? she’s in trouble.”

you didn’t need a name. you turned to the closest camper, an iris boy. “take over. you know the plan.”

and then you were running “skiendiel? where are you?” you said through the comms.

“river” she answered, panting.

your body moved on instinct, dodging branches and hopping over roots. you found her near the riverbank, blood running down her arm from a big cut.

three campers had cornered her, all from the ares cabin, all looking way too pleased with themselves. you’ll have a serious conversation with lara about her siblings' behavior.

“you guys are obsessed with me,” megan said, panting, still keeping her cocky tone. “do i look that good in blue?”

“you know we like you megan,” one of them said “but you are outnumbered.”

she twirled her dagger, unaware of your presence. “yeah, but i’ve got a great armor. my girlfriend gave it to me.”

just as one lunged, you stepped in.

your sword clanged against theirs, knocking the weapon away with force that shocked them. megan let out a breath of relief.

“seriously?” you hissed, not even looking at her.

“you keep saving me. my hero.”

you made quick work of the attackers. sweeping legs, disarming weapons. they got tired quickly and backed off.

when it was just the two of you, you turned around. her arm was still bleeding.

“let me see,” you said, reaching for her.

she did slowly, hissing when you applied pressure with a cloth you had on your belt. her voice was quieter than usual when she said, “you didn’t have to come for me.”

you didn’t answer right away. “i wanted to,” you admitted.

she blinked. “what?”

“i didn’t have to, i know you were not going to get seriously hurt, and you can fight pretty well. but i wanted to,” you repeated, glancing up.

her few freckles stood out even more against her flushed cheeks. “well,” she said, trying to recover, “i mean… we’re dating.”

you raised a brow. “fake dating.”

“same thing.”

you shook your head and helped her to her feet. then you heard the final horn. “we need to go. it’s over.”

as you turned to leave, megan caught your hand. you looked at her and saw her smirking “thanks, brain baby.”

you groaned. “stop calling me that.”

“never, pookie.”

you reunited with your team, seeing yoonchae with the red flag on her hands. you jogged over to celebrate, megan behind you.

“brain baby #2 did it!” megan shouted. everyone laughed, you couldn’t help but laugh too.

later that night, when you were walking back to your cabin alone, you heard someone whisper behind you

“hey.”

you turned around. megan was sitting on a log, bandaged arm and messy hair, holding something out to you. a laurel crown.

“victory gift,” she said. “don’t say i never gave you anything.” you took it slowly, watching her.

megan was grinning, eyes shinning from the moonlight. you held the crown in your hand and sat next to her. “thanks,” you said. “good to see your arm is good. i have to admit, i was a little bit scared for you.”

“i’m sorry,” she said. no teasing, no sarcasm. “i didn’t mean to scare you or anything.”

then she yawned, and she looked so cute that you moved closer for her to lean her head on your shoulder. “maybe you should go to bed.”

she nodded but didn’t move “best fake girlfriend you’ve ever had,” you didn’t correct her.

the next day you woke up early and went straight to the training grounds, as usual. you were surprised when you saw megan there, looking through the swords.

“i thought you’d be too tired to even get up today.” you said, breaking the silence.

she jumped startled “i was waiting for you. you are ten minutes late.”

“did we have a date or something?” you asked sarcastically.

“well, no. but you are usually here at six thirty and it’s already six forty.”

you raised your eyebrows “you stalking me now, skiendiel?”

she avoid the question, stretching her arms above her head, revealing her toned stomach when her shirt lifted slightly. not that you looked.

“i wanted a private sparring session with you. since everyone says you are the best.”

“i am the best.”

“i don’t know. i think lara is better.”

that triggered something in you. you liked lara, but no ares kid was better than you. “you are on” you said lifting your sword. “but don’t think i’ll go easy on you just because you are injured.”

she grabbed a sword too. “wouldn’t want it any other way.”

and so you started. megan lunged first.

she was fast, her style was messy but clever. she fought with instinct and mischief. you blocked her strike and spun, tapping the hilt of your sword against her ribs.

“dead.” you said.

“rude,” she panted, already swinging again.

you ducked. “your movements are sloppy. don’t hesitate.”

“i wasn’t hesitating, i was flirting.” she grinned as your eyes narrowed.

another exchange. she strikes, you block. then you shoulder-checked her just enough to knock her off balance. she grunted but didn’t fall.

“still think lara is better?” you asked.

megan took a step back, then suddenly, swiped your legs. you barely stayed upright.

“yup.”

the match went on. your arms burned, hair stuck to your forehead, but neither of you backed down. each time your swords clashed, your faces were a little closer. each dodge left your skin brushing hers.

finally you pinned her, her back on the ground, your hands gripping her wrists, both swords discarded. your breaths were shallow, tangled together.

“you done?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

she looked up at you, cheeks flushed, chest rising fast. “not even close.”

you finally realized you were straddling her hips.

she raised an eyebrow, smirking. “you like being on top?”

you scrambled off her like she was on fire, your cheeks red. “gods, megan. what is wrong with you?”

she sat up slowly, brushing grass off her arms. she had a smile on her face, this was the first time you had called her by her first name. “what? i’m just saying, your form is impressive.”

you glared, cheeks warm. “you’re impossible.”

she leaned in, still sitting, voice lower now. “and you are my girlfriend.” she then stood up “rematch next week?”

you blinked, then sighed standing up looking for your towel “you’re going to milk this, aren’t you?”

she grinned. “absolutely. babe.”

you threw your training towel at her head, making her run away laughing.

“my mom visited me in my dreams last night.” manon told you the next morning. “she said she loves watching you and megan figure things out. bold move you did while sparring too.”

your eyes widen. aphrodite was watching you? how embarrassing.

daniela grinned “what move?”

“apparently, they were a little touchy while sparring?” manon smirked “y/n even—“

“stop!” you said covering your face “it wasn’t on purpose!”

“she straddle her hips for a whole minute!”

“no way! i didn’t know you had it in you,” daniela laughed, shoving you lightly.

your face was now the color of megan’s hair. “how do you know that!”

manon shrugged with a cocky grin. “my mom tells me everything that happens in your love life. daniela’s too.”

the latina was not laughing anymore “what?” but her panick was cut off was when she whispered “oh no. ken boy coming through.”

a second later michael was standing behind you. “y/n, can i talk to you for a second?”

you looked at your friends, they were silently asking if you needed help to get out of this situation, but you shook your head at them. “sure.”

he led you towards the edge of the training grounds, where you were alone.

“i know you are faking it.” he stated with a smug tone,

“excuse me?”

“you and megan. i know it’s fake.”

you blinked caught off guard. “why do you even care?”

he crossed his arms “you expect me to believe that one week ago you didn’t even look her way, and now you are letting her call you brain baby?”

“i don’t owe you an explanation” you said, starting to get annoyed.

“but you hate her,” he continued “since that mission with the empusai. so unless you hit your head climbing the lava wall, i know it’s fake.”

before you could reply, megan appeared, jogging with a bottle of water in hand and sweat dripping down her face. she must have noticed the way you were standing, clenching your fists and the tension in your jaw.

“hey babe” she said cheerfully, wrapping an arm around your waist “everything okay here?”

michael scoffed “cute. real subtle.”

megan raised an eyebrow “oh i’m sorry, i must’ve forgotten. do i need your permission to touch my girlfriend?”

he turned to you but you only tilted your head. “fine. keep pretending. but when it falls apart, don’t come crying to me.” and with that he left.

“what the hell was that?” you said once he was out of earshot.

she was thrown off by your tone. “rescue mission?”

“i didn’t need rescuing.” your hands were still clenched and your eyebrows were still furrowed.

“you looked like you were about to punch him.”

“i had it under control. i can fight my own battles, i’m not weak.”

“okay.” she said taking a step back. “sorry for caring and trying to help.”

“but you don’t care!” you snapped. “all of this is a joke to you.”

there was silence. until she spoke again, “is that what you think?”

you crossed your arms “what else am i supposed to think? you are always teasing and making fun of me, calling me stupid nicknames just to get on my nerves—“

“because i like you, dumbass.”

you stood there in shock.

“i like you” she repeated. “i’ve liked you since i first stepped on this camp. and suddenly i have the chance to make you like me back and i screw up that quest, the one i knew was important to you, and you hated me. the only thing that i could do to get your attention was by making stupid jokes.” she took a shaky breath.

“i came because i saw him talking to you, and i know how uncomfortable he makes you. not because i think you are weak or need saving.

i know this was fake. i know it was your idea. and i know after this ends you’ll continue to hate me. but it was never fake for me. i do care about you.”

you finally said something, it was a whisper but she heard you anyway. “i don’t hate you. i never did.”

she scoffed, it sounded heartbroken not bitter. “could’ve fooled me.”

you looked down “i mean, you are infuriating, and loud, and reckless. you talk too much and you joke at the worst possible times.”

she nodded slowly with a tired smile. “yeah. sounds like me.”

“and i like you too.”

you finally looked at her, she was already looking at you. her brown eyes wide with emotion. “you do?”

“yeah.”

she stepped forward slowly, cupping your cheek with her hand. she was hesitant to come closer, but when you nodded she finally leaned in.

the kiss was slow, careful. different from all your interactions up to that point, which were playful and almost aggressive. megan kissed you gently and steadily, as if she didn’t want the moment to end.

when she pulled back her eyes stayed closed, she wasn’t ready to open them and see it was all a dream.

then you reached up and brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, and she whispered “that was real?”

you chuckled “it was.”

she finally opened her eyes “are you still mad i came to save you?”

“you are so annoying.”

she grinned. you were sure her smile was becoming your favorite thing in the world. “and you are obsessed with me.” you shoved her playfully but she just laughed pulling you back in her arms “does this mean we are not fake anymore?”

you looked at her. her sweaty hair, dirty shirt, the blush that adorned her cheeks and the nervousness behind her eyes.

“no.” you said “we’re real. very, very real.”

the next week, michael was the one cleaning the stables. while you and megan enjoyed a nice date on the lakeshore.

[4ever-me]

Have you changed your mind? - Park Humin (Baku)

Synopsis: At your new school you meet a boy who is your complete opposite, but opposites attract.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Dom!Humin, squirting, oral (fem!receiving), bulge kink, big dick!Humin, fingering, size kink (light), overstimulation, violence(Reader gets punched), blood, harassment (not described in detail), Reader attacks some guys with a pen, Reader is a female version of Sieun, In this story there are girls in Eunjang, Grumpy X Sunshine, Reader is sensitive to loud noises (this was a little bit based on me).

does not follow the drama's storyline, so all the characters are of legal age. Minors DNI

Word Count: 3.4k (Sorry)

A/N: It was the first Weak Hero story I made, but it took me longer to post. I hope you like it ♡. English isn't my first language

Part 02: here

You were still in your first week of classes at your new school: Eunjang High School. It didn't take you long to figure out the roles of each one, but you didn't fit into any of them. You weren't athletic, you didn't play any sports, you didn't fight, you weren't the most popular or the smartest.

You didn't usually start conversations, but if someone approached you and started talking, you would do it without any problem. However, no one had approached you yet, and maybe it was because of your somewhat grumpy appearance and not very friendly expression. But you were cool; still, you didn't have any friends or roles or positions in the school.

You enter the school and walk down the hallway with headphones on, without listening to any music. You walk slowly, starting to hear a commotion approaching. You don't care until you hear loud laughter and some people laughing a little more quietly. You get scared and lean against the wall, seeing a tall guy laughing and greeting people, followed by several others. Park Hu Min, or Baku, as everyone knew him, was the "leader" of the school. He had beaten up some guys from a gang that was chasing Eunjang. You didn't understand much about these things, so you didn't think much about it. But you knew one thing: Hu Min was loud, very loud.

He walks past you and your eyes meet. He winks in your direction and, when he's no longer looking, you grimace, frowning and finding what he did strange. After the crowd leaves, you go into your classroom and wait for class to start.

It’s lunchtime and you’re in the stands, watching a group of boys play basketball on the court. You eat a snack and drink some strawberry milk that a boy with glasses gave you as an apology after he bumped into you while running through the hallways. You watch Hu Min dribble the ball quickly and make a basket, yelling and hugging his best friend. You startle when he yells, even though he’s wearing headphones. The main reason you wear headphones all the time is to drown out loud noises, since you’re extremely sensitive to sounds.

You go back to eating, distracting yourself with the boys playing, and it doesn’t take long for you to get startled again by a boy sitting next to you. Park Hu Min. You look at him with raised eyebrows and a full mouth, staring at him like he’s the strangest being you’ve ever seen.

– Hello, pretty girl, – He smiles, leaning on his hands as he spreads his legs a little, looking a little sloppy.

– Hi – You say with your mouth full, trying to swallow the food.

– What is such a beautiful princess doing here alone?

– Eating – You answer dryly, wanting him to speak a little more quietly.

– You know what? – He points at you – I don’t think you’re a princess; you’re a thief, because you stole my heart. – He winks at you.

– What? – You didn’t understand if that was a compliment or an insult.

– What’s your name, cutie? – He approaches. But, thank heavens, before you can answer, a boy in blue shouts calling him; when Hu Min looks at the boy, you quickly leave in silence. And when you’re already far away, you hear him calling you, but you don’t look back and go straight to your class again.

It's been a few days since Humin last spoke to you, and you had avoided him like the plague during those days. If you saw or heard him in the hallways, you hid; you didn't go to the court anymore, because you knew he would be there with his friends. One day, you were in your class and saw him appearing at the door. You quickly crouched down, intending to hide. He shouts your name and you wonder how he found out your name and your class. No one answers, because probably no one remembered your name. When he leaves, you look up, seeing a boy looking at you with a bored face: Yeon Sieun. You realize that you used the table and his body to hide; embarrassed, you get up and go to your table. But, one day, Humin unfortunately found you. You were in the cafeteria, with headphones on, trying to drown out the noise. You are startled again by someone sitting next to you quickly, making you choke on your food and start coughing;  Someone pats your back as you grab your juice to drink. Stopping coughing, you see Humin next to you.

– Are you trying to kill me? – You ask loudly, still out of breath.

– Me? Kill you? No, no, no… – He moves his hands quickly as he explains to you – I would never want to kill the love of my life.

You just look at him in disbelief, picking up your tray as you leave and muttering “weird” to yourself.

It had been a few days, and you kept avoiding him. In the last few days, you had noticed the boy, seeing that he and his friend Gotak had been getting closer to Sieun and Juntae. They were a bit of a strange foursome, and it was funny to see the four of them together.

You walked home; this time, you decided to take a different route, one that wasn't full of people. You put your hands in your sweatshirt pockets, feeling a folded piece of paper, and smiled thinking about what it was: a little letter you found under your desk, signed with the name "Baku". It was a romantic letter, written in a not-so-pretty but legible handwriting. You couldn't help but laugh when you finished reading it, after lunch; you put it in your sweatshirt pocket as soon as class started. You thought it was cute, since you always wanted to get a love letter, but you never imagined it would be from him.

You walk down an alley, seeing a message on the wall that says "No Fighting, Eunjang High School", signed with the boy's name, exactly like in your letter. You keep walking until you see three boys entering the alley. You continue, attentive and cautious, holding the pen tightly in your other pocket. You used to carry a pen in your pocket, since you never knew when you would need one.

They were from another school and, when they see your uniform, they start talking to you. But you ignore them; they step in front of you, blocking your way.

– Hey, kitty, where are you going? – Asks the middle boy, with his hands in his pants pockets.

– She's from Eunjang! – He states the obvious, giving you a mischievous look while his hands shake.

– Move out of the way. – You say in the strongest voice you can. They stop laughing and look at you.

– What did you say? – Asks one of them, angrily.

– Get out of my way, idiots! – You says more firmly.

The boy in the middle advances towards you and you quickly pull the pen out, stabbing him in the shoulder. He yells some curse and you pull the pen back, making him fall to the floor near the wall. The other two boys come towards you and you even manage to cut one of their arms; but the other holds you back and makes you drop the pen.

– You cut me, you crazy bitch!! – He yells in your face and you struggle trying to get out of his grip. But the boy who yelled at you punches you hard in the face and you fall dizzy when he lets go of you. It's the first time you've been punched and it hurts more than you imagined. You put your hand on your nose and feel something wet; when you put your hand in front of your eyes, everything is still blurry, but you can make out the red color of your blood.

You hear a commotion as if it were a fight, but you don't try to see what it is.  When the noises stop and your vision starts to return, you see Humin approaching and crouching next to you.

– Are you okay?! – He asks worriedly, touching your face with both hands.

– They broke my nose… – You whimper.

– Let me see… – He lifts your face, analyzing it. – It’s not broken – He reassures.

– Come on, let’s go to my house to clean up this blood, – He carries you on his back.

– No… My house is close by – He agrees and guides you to his house.

You arrive at your house and go inside, heading towards your room. Humin leaves you on the bed and goes to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit. It's a good thing your parents weren't home; they would freak out if they saw you with a bloody nose. He sits down next to you and starts cleaning the blood.

– How do you know how to take care of wounds so well? – You ask curiously, since he seemed like a professional doing it.

– I get hurt a lot, you know? I play basketball and I also get into a lot of fights. – He explains. – Aren't your parents home?

– No, they went on a trip… – You say. – Will I get a bruise? – Your parents couldn't even dream of what happened.

– Probably not, but if I do, it won't be very obvious. – He sets the cotton aside. – There you go!– He puts the materials he used away and throws them in the trash. He comes back and sits down next to you.

– You look like a friend of mine;  He loves to poke people with pens. – He says.

You laugh and look at him. – Yeon Sieun. – You already knew the story that was circulating at school about the boy. Humin mumbles an "exactly".

– Did you see my letter? – He comes closer with a smile on his face.

You mumble in agreement – ​​I threw it away. – You lie in a simple tone, but try not to laugh when you see the boy's incredulous face. You pull the letter out of your coat pocket and throw it near him. He opens a smile from ear to ear.

– I knew you loved me too! – He claps his hands happily.

– Calm down, it's not like that! – You don't love him, but he's cute and funny too, and the letter made you look at him differently.

– I have time to change your mind. – He looks at you so intensely that you feel embarrassed. The atmosphere in the room gets more tense, but not in a bad way.  He still analyzes you and looks deep into your eyes.

– Come here... – His tone of voice changes, becoming more serious as he calls you with his hand. You get up and sit next to him. But he rolls his eyes and spreads his legs wider as he places you on his lap.

– What are you doing? – You ask with wide eyes.

– Making you change your mind. – He places his hand on the back of your neck. – Do you want it?

You don't think twice before nodding and saying "Yes, I want it" in a whisper. He also doesn't think twice before closing the space between your lips.

The kiss is easy at first. You notice him testing the limits, moving his hand from the back of your neck to your waist and asking for his tongue to enter your mouth, which you immediately grant, feeling the muscle invade your mouth, making the kiss more intense. You don't even notice when his hands are on your ass, helping you to grind on his lap, and you also didn't notice when he yanked open your school shirt, making the buttons fly across the room, exposing your bra.

He lifts you off his lap, leaving you sitting on the edge of the bed. You don't understand what he's going to do until he spreads your legs and kneels between them. The boy smiles and kisses your thighs, and you shiver. He brings his hands to your shirt and pulls the fabric from your shoulders, pulling your bra down, freeing your breasts. He looks at them and comes closer, kissing your collarbone, before lightly kissing each of your nipples and you arch towards him.

The boy returns to between your legs, calmly taking off your panties and hiding his head under the fabric of your skirt. You feel his hot breath against your wet intimacy, and without warning he separates the lips of your pussy and gives a big lick, making you let out a loud moan and close your eyes tightly and do the same with your legs, he spreads your legs with his big hands, pulling your thighs to his shoulders. Humin begins to suck your clitoris and lick it like a hungry man, you lean on the bed with your hands and moan loudly, the boy runs his tongue from your entrance to your clitoris, sucking hard, making you scream and arch. You feel the tears blurring your vision and bring your fist to your mouth, biting down to muffle your moans. He sticks his tongue in your entrance and you shudder, he does the same movement a few times before pulling away and sticking a finger in your pussy, moving right after, you cry and grip the hem of your skirt.  He puts another finger in and you feel full, your pussy burns with the lack of habit. Seeing how much you are squeezing his fingers, Humin goes back to sucking your clit, making you relax your grip on his fingers, allowing him to move them. He starts slowly, still sucking you, speeding up each time you moan louder and soon he is already thrusting with his fingers quickly while sucking you and you can hear how wet you are, you feel hot and tight, already seeing stars. Your hands go to his hair when you start to feel something approaching, you scream and your arms almost give out when the knot in your stomach breaks, you feel a wave of pleasure, you shudder and writhe, but Humin doesn't stop, leaving you whimpering and crying with the sensitivity, and consequently he stops after a while, the boy looks at you and gives you a kiss on the lips. 

Humin lays you down as he climbs on top of you, he kisses your cheek and forehead, you hug his shoulders and pull him into a slow kiss, you wrap your legs around his hips, he looks into your eyes.

– Are you sure about that? – He asks quietly.

– Yes, I am – When you say it, he goes straight to your breasts, taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking it, he caresses your thighs, lifting your skirt, leaving it on your hips, his mouth releases your nipples and he looks at your pussy.

– You are so beautiful...– He is already putting his hand on his belt, taking it off and pulling his pants and underwear together.

You widen your eyes when you look at his pelvis. He is big, very big. You get nervous, maybe he won't fit you.

He laughs at your reaction – Touch it. – He asks, but when he sees that you don't, he takes your hand and puts it around his shaft.

It is soft and you almost don't wrap the whole shaft with your hand. You start stroking, seeing a drop of pre-cum fall on your belly, he continues with a small smile looking at you.  He takes your hand away and fits it between your legs, passing the tip through your pussy, he fits it at your entrance and starts to push slowly, but when he puts the whole tip in, you feel yourself being torn, you complain "stop, stop". He does, rubbing your clit very lightly and leans in to kiss you, but when he gets closer, his cock slides deeper into you, making you whimper.

It takes a while until he's completely inside you, but when his hips are pressed against yours, you feel full, about to cum, your eyes are wet and you're shaking, and Humin still plays with your breasts. He starts to thrust slowly, and you feel that familiar wave of pleasure returning.

– S-Stop! – You stutter – I'm going to cum! – He laughs mockingly, grabbing your legs and pressing them to you chest, giving a deeper angle to his cock. He pulls out of you and comes back in hard, you scream and he keeps doing it.  With just five thrusts you cum on his cock, he continues, despite your sensitivity.

You hear Humin's deep moans increase in volume, he's almost screaming, and what you expected would bother you turns you on even more.

– You're so tight! – He moans, pressing his weight into your legs, speeding up the pace even more.

You feel small beneath him and this makes you extremely sensitive, with these thoughts you feel your climax approaching and you don't know if you can handle a third orgasm, but at this moment it's the only thing you want.

He pulls away abruptly before you can cum and he lies down on the bed pulling you onto his lap, he grabs your hips, placing you on top of his cock and slamming you hard into his pelvis, you open your mouth in a silent scream at the sudden invasion and more tears fall from your eyes, he leaves his hands on you as support. You lean on his strong chest and start moving up and down on his cock with his help. You lower your gaze, directing it to where you are connected, and on your belly, you see a bulge that appears and disappears as Humin's cock enters and leaves your pussy, you moan broken and low seeing this, Humin follows your gaze and realizes what you saw and smiles satisfied seeing his cock marking your belly.

– Look, do you see how deep I'm in you? – He takes your hand and places it on your belly, and you feel the volume. He puts pressure on your hand making your hand squeeze your belly making the angle change and you feel fuller.

– Do you like this?  – He moans loudly and you head shakes in agreement desperately.

He holds you still on his lap and begins to lift his pelvis towards you violently, he leaves one hand still holding yours against the bulge in your belly and with the other he grabs your hips moving you according to his movements.

You are exhausted, with your eyes rolled back and moaning without caring who can hear as he destroys your pussy with desire. The climax approaches again, but this time much stronger, much more intense, much faster, and you scream along with him and with the euphoria of the orgasm, you don't even feel that you have wet the boy's entire abdomen and the bed with your squirt, you fall on his chest weak and with your vision darkened, still feeling the violent thrusts pressing on your cervix and the jets of sperm inside your pussy.

You take a while to recover, and when your consciousness returns completely, you feel the boy's hands caressing your hair, and a few light kisses on your forehead.   You snuggle closer to his chest, wiping your tears with your hand, feeling a slight pain in your nose.

You lift your head, seeing the boy's gaze on you and that characteristic smile. You approach and give the boy a long kiss on the lips. He smiles between the kiss and when you pull away, he asks:

– Did I make you change your mind?

[toast-on-dandelioms]

🕷️Just Another Neglected Story🕷️

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Any names that you find familiar, in this part, were taken (with permission) from the fanart made by @the-broken-truth, while some changes like description of what's happening were made by me then modified by my beta reader, my bbg, Jamie.

tw: Joker, angst/no comfort, small description of injuries, small description/mention of a panic attack (I am unsure if it was that, please tell me if I am wrong).

Weeks passed with you still being Spider and a 'normal' teenager at the same time. But some changes and new things happened in these weeks.

You got visited by Superman almost daily, or nightly since he always visited when you were patrolling at night. You never questioned how he knew where to find you, you didn't want to think about it and just let him follow you during your nightly patrols.

He also helped you train while using all of your strength because you usually held back in fear of hurting people, so his tips helped a lot  considering that he also had the same problem before.

Furthermore, now that you started to help with small problems around Gotham, like small thefts and gang problems, those problems started to slowly stop, giving you more time to train with Superman and help around the community.

You still didn't join the Bats or even the Justice League whenever Superman tried to propose it, you just didn't want to fight big shots like Joker or other super villains.

You liked doing small things and loved seeing the change it brought from you helping.

Just defeating super villains won't reward you with a pie from the nice old lady after helping her move her things in the apartment and give her groceries if she can't go to the supermarket, or getting drawings of little kids after you help them go home safely.

You also scored candies whenever the moms had them, which made you incredibly happy because they always had the candies you loved. 

So you were happy, especially since Alfred never mentioned your breakdown after that night and kept on the usual routine of leaving your food on the desk in your room so you wouldn't have to come down to the kitchen.

You did notice him acting a bit weird but you pushed those thoughts aside since you didn't really notice anything weird happening around the Manor so you thought he was just nervous for something Bruce did.

You gave him too much trust and sooner than later you will regret doing that.

But something did change around the Manor, you just didn't notice because you started to walk on the ceiling, without shoes or Alfred would kill you, to avoid annoying encounters with anyone in the house, even if listening to music while on the ceiling was a bit difficult but you’re managing.

Well, Alfred knew that if he walked to Bruce and told him about you and what you felt he would've been ignored, especially since Bruce barely remembers that you even exist in the Manor and that you're a member of the family.

And even if Bruce did remember that you exist he would be annoyed, especially since he clearly hated your mother and was only paying the child support because he had to, especially since your mother threatened to take him to court if he wouldn't pay when he first got the news.

Talking to any of the batkids would've also been useless, because he also knew that no one in the Manor remembers you, especially now that you could walk on walls no one could even see you.

He couldn't count how many times he almost got a heart attack whenever he could see you on the ceiling, just hanging out or doing your homework, even though he still didn't understand how you could work without gravity making everything fall.

So he decided to do it in small steps, starting with leaving photos of you around the house in places where everyone sees them.

He put almost every picture that he owns of you, like you at a dance recital as the lead dancer or you at a science fair to which you won first place with an invention of yours.

One thing Alfred knew by putting your photos was that every person would notice how in all your photos you were alone and how your face never showed any emotion.

He knew it was small but he couldn't wait anymore, he needed to take action now or before you decided to leave for the Kent family, he couldn't let you go after he heard you talk about Clark and Conner while he made food in the kitchen.

He just hoped it wasn't too late for you, especially with your break down. He hoped you could still let someone in after all these years of being alone.

He did try his best but he was only a butler and he couldn't change someone's view of another person if that view was filled with hatred.

And you never noticed thanks to your walking on the ceiling or walls, moreover, you couldn't care less if they actually noticed you now. You were finally moving on and having a new start thanks to Spider.

But now it's not the time to think of Alfred's attempt of getting you acknowledged by the family, you were getting busier thanks to all the work as Spider, school and also dance classes.

You also kept on using yourself as a test subject, just to check the process of the spider DNA that's now in your DNA and seeing if anything changed or you had some mysterious new powers, taking videos to record the process of your evolution with the now Spider DNA in your body.

One thing you acquired after a while was invisibility, or camouflage as you called it since invisibility sounded magical and you didn't want it to sound like you were a kid.

How you found out you could use it was not a good experience.

You were in the kitchen with Alfred, just hanging out with him while he cooked when Damian suddenly entered the room to ask Alfred for some food for a new pet that he adopted.

In your panic at the sheer thought of Damian seeing you and hurting you like he did in the past made you freeze up, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes that he would just disappear from existence. Praying to every god you could recall that Damian wouldn't find you, you tried to not breathe too loudly so he wouldn’t hear you.

After a few minutes of paranoia passed and you didn't hear anything around you, you slowly opened your eyes and saw Damian still waiting for Alfred to give him the food for a cat he adopted and completely ignoring you.

You were still scared he would see you so you stayed silent and waited patiently, albeit apprehensively, for him to go away before actually making a sound, which was a loud sigh of restrained relief as air poured back into your lungs. Somehow you hadn't noticed that you'd been holding your breath the whole time. Strange.

You slowly got down from the counter you were sitting on and walked up to Alfred, confused as to why the old man wasn't looking at you and instead was looking at the ceiling before softly calling out his name.

You got even more confused and slightly worried when he got scared since you were standing right in front of him but he, for some reason, couldn't see you.

After a bit of Alfred trying to explain that he couldn't actually see you and you not understanding why, you finally managed to make yourself visible.

You quickly went to work at the corporation to take a few tests to see what happened and didn't see anything with those tests but after a few days of trying to understand what happened and how you could make it happen again, you managed to go invisible on command.

It took a bit but you managed to do it, which got extremely useful to sneak into the kitchen when you need to get some snacks in the middle of the night so that Alfred doesn't catch you on the wall eating chips at 3 am.

Plus thanks to that time you found out that your eyes glow in the dark, which was a bit weird since the spider that bit you wasn't a bioluminescent one but you figured it was your own DNA that changed some things.

In the time following that discovery and training with Clark, you slowly started to join him in solo missions for the Justice League, but made sure to tell him that you didn't want to partner up with another person except him.

And you made sure that he knew you weren't an official member of the Justice League or of the Young Justice League, you just joined him so you wouldn't get rusty since Gotham is still filled with crime but fighting with teens or men who just swing a crowbar or knife is not really challenging.

You didn't want anyone except Clark to join those solo missions, not because you were scared of hurting another person since you learned to control your strength thanks to him and got pretty good with your spider senses.

You just hated being around people you didn't know or trust, especially if they were a member of the Wayne family, you absolutely detested them.

You refused to look at them and especially talk to them even though you had the voice modulator.

One of the many reasons you used the voice modulator was to not get recognised but also because you hated your own voice and the voice modulator helped when talking to lost kids or just kids in general.

You never told anyone why you hate your voice, you just refused to talk one day and learned asl to communicate with people and also used notes if people didn't know asl.

The mask was like a hearing aid, it changed your voice and helped you use it more so you could talk sometimes.

As time passed, the birdies (basically all of Bruce's kids, you just called them all bird to show how much you didn't care about them) kept on trying to talk to you and showing up where you were when you were patrolling.

You had a list of most annoying to less annoying since you couldn't really do much about them, especially since Clark forbade you to throw another one of them off a roof if they got too close to your liking or just breathed wrong.

They never sustained grave injuries since you always threw them to another building or a dumpster, or to Superman if he was around.

Most of the time in a dumpster to make yourself smile since you would take a photo then swing away before they could do anything, but they started to pose whenever you would take a photo, making you annoyed and ruining your fun.

The most annoying was Dick, with how persistent he was even if he was stuck on a wall thanks to your webs when he got too close or made you uncomfortable by continuing to call you nicknames that he would use with Damian and Tim.

You hated how he would just laugh and call you his little sibling, especially since he would never call you that if you didn't have a mask on and you felt that it was unfair that he suddenly cared about you just because of the mask.

It made you feel like you were getting ignored and forgotten once again but this time to a version of you that he likes while the one behind the mask is always getting ignored.

Just like at the Manor, the real you will never be appreciated and accepted with love.

The second most annoying in the list is Tim, it was gonna be Damian but Tim took second place with how creepy he is around you and how he knows too much of what you do.

Like, you knew he's the one who knows everything about every hero and villain since you saw him work on the bat-computer while you were stealing a few grappling hooks for your web shooters since they broke. (You were invisible and you got lucky that Cassandra wasn't there or she would've found you immediately.)

But seeing him open a folder and watching how many videos and photos he has of you in the bat-computer, like when you were fighting some gang members or when you were helping some nice old lady crossing the street.

If anyone else showed you their collection of you doing badass or just normal stuff while you were a vigilante then you would've felt impressed and very honored because you never thought someone would actually go out their way to be a fan of you.

But seeing Tim, someone you still had some respect for, having so many files, especially from when you first started and hit so many walls while swinging around made you weirded out and somehow violated, especially with how concentrated he was while staring at the videos.

Seeing that folder and all the information he had on you made you lose all the respect you still had for the boy.

Another thing he did was that, whenever you met him while patrolling or eating a few hot dogs with your favorite guy, he would always talk of things you did like he was there and creeped you out so much that you had to restrain yourself from throwing him off a roof or wherever you two were.

Most of the time you just tased him and went your way, paying the hotdog guy a little extra so he wouldn't stop selling you hot dogs.

You're also starting to think that hot dog guy is using you for the tips since you always tip him 50$ or more to stay silent and let you grab more hot dogs from him.

Third annoying but still so annoying that you want to punch his face is Damian. Mostly because he treats you like you're his older sibling.

Like he respects you and looks up to you. But you knew it was because of the mask since you also knew that if you ever took off the mask in front of him he would try to kill you.

You have to be supervised by Clark and even Jon since your only solution to get rid of Damian when he’s around you is throwing him off a roof without worrying about not using your super strength.

You hated the kid and didn't really hide it but he never said anything about it since he thought you two were bonding and you acting like you hate him is normal.

You wanted to tase him when he dared to call you his older sibling in Arabic, hating the look on his face that had so much adoration and admiration for you since it actually made him look like a normal teen.

(You learned some Arabic to get close to Damian when you found out where he was from when you were young)

Like he didn't create so many scars on your arms and legs with his sword and those batarangs. Like he didn’t make you so afraid of the Manor that Alfred had to assure you that he wouldn’t hurt you or you would get a panic attack by getting near the Manor.

Least annoying but still annoying is Jason Todd. You hate that mask he wears because you can't see his face and know what he’s really thinking about, and especially how he acts like you two are two old friends who meet up everyday.

You hate how he pats you on the head when you're distracted, since the spider sense doesn't really deem him a threat for you, and manages to evade your attempts to kick him away or throw him off a roof, laughing whenever you try to do so.

Like you two were just playing and you weren't angry at him and wanting to throw something at him but couldn't.

So your one solution was ignoring him and walking to the side of the building so he wouldn't reach you since he couldn't walk on walls like you.

Which did make you smug whenever he complained about it on the roof of the same building, finding it funny when he acted all offended when he understood you were smug by how you were acting even if your mask didn’t show your face.

Yea you and Jason did get along sometimes, most of the time if you were having a nice day and if he was the first one you would meet of the birds.

You had a decent relationship with Jason, yes you did have fun sometimes but you wouldn't call him a friend or even your brother.

Plus you never forgot about the years he would ignore you and especially when he punched you in the eye and didn't even apologize decently.

Or how he would complain about how terrible of a father Bruce is, or how annoying Dick is to anyone else while you would just stand there, completely ignored since he was probably talking to someone else or to himself.

And acted like he was the only one who's life was 'ruined' when Bruce got in his life when he's still loved even after everything he's done.

Even though he's still remembered every Christmas and given big gifts that means that the person who bought them thought of him, and birthday while no one even remembered you had a birthday and you always celebrated it with a cupcake or some friends.

So you preferred to ignore him or you would punch his skull if he tried to complain one more time about Batman and his death.

Not like Cassandra, Duke and Stephanie were any better.

Cassandra was annoying because of how silent she was. You always managed to see her but you knew she wanted you to see her.

Plus, 'hanging out' with her was just you doing your usual stuff while she followed since you couldn't push her away like the others.

And fighting wasn't in the option since she could kick your ass with just a hand and without moving, so you just ignored her, even though your spider sense was always going crazy when she was around since she was a walking threat.

Even five minutes with her would give you the worst headaches that you had to ask her to stand very far or you wouldn't be able to even walk around without wanting to puke.

You hated her because she was taken in by Bruce like you but instead of being hated because of her upbringing, she got accepted with open arms and he always loved her.

What did she have that you didn't?! Why does she get all the attention and love you always wished for while you're getting forgotten and hated?!

You saw her getting accepted, getting all the love you always wished for, seeing your father going to her dance recitals while he didn't even bother to even acknowledge that you do the same sport as her but in a different and smaller dance studio since you couldn't afford to go to the one Cassandra goes because of how expensive even one lesson was.

Stephanie was another person you hated. You knew of her past, you used the bat-computer whenever no one was in the batcave when you managed to control the invisibility.

You knew about what her dad did. You understood her reasoning to become a vigilante. You didn't hate her for her past, god you didn't even care who her father was.

You just hated her because of how loved she was by everyone. She was like Cassandra but once again, all the love was going towards the two and it never even touched you.

You did try to bond with her when you arrived at the Manor but she did look like she wanted to be everywhere but not with you.

Even when you only talked about things you knew she loved, it still wasn't enough for her. She still avoided you and preferred to spend time with either Barbara, Dick or Tim.

And after a bit you gave up and let her live her life without you in her way since she clearly didn't care about you.

The worst part was that everyone prefers Spider than you, since she also keeps trying to hang out with you when you're patrolling or spending time with kids and teens.

Or getting beat during a game of basketball since you sucked at that game and the teens you played with would tease you which made you laugh since you liked spending time with people the same age as you.

But it would be ruined when she would show up, wanting to play too even though she would just play with you and make it obvious she wanted to make you win.

Which ruined the game entirely for you and always made you leave after a bit with the excuse of being busy as a vigilante, which made the teens and also Stephanie confused.

Duke was the only one of them that you knew tried to hang out with you when you weren't Spider. That's why he was one of the ones you hang out with most if he came to see you while you were patrolling.

He came when you were almost 15, you didn't remember how old you were but you knew he was one of the ones who actually paid attention to you.

But after a while, all his duties as Signal, as a high schooler and as one of Bruce's kids made him too busy for him to spend time with you, to which he explained whenever he was late for something you two planned to do.

And you understood, you cheered for him from the back and always smiled at him whenever he was with you as Signal, even if he couldn't see it. And he did tell you the best places to get food during patrols so you liked him for that, but you remained loyal to the hot dog guy.

But then there was Bruce, acting like he was the savior from his kids that kept annoying you even though he wasn't any better than any of his kids, he was one of the worst in terms of how annoying he was.

He was starting to compete with Dick for the first spot on your list, which you didn't like since you just wanted to be alone, or with Duke and Jason.

Like he would keep on calling you kid and other nicknames you heard him give to his sons over the years, which made you sick because it reminded you of when you were little and that your biggest wish was to also get a nickname like your brothers and sisters and spend time with him as your father even if he never paid any actual attention to you.

But what you hated most was how he always smiled softly at you, even when you tried to kick him away and he would just grab your ankle like it was nothing, like you were his favorite child. Like he didn't tell you that he would never be a father to you when you gave him a father's day card when you were 12 and trying to bond with him.

Looking at you with so much love and adoration, making you disgusted since he was the same man who once looked at you with disgust and hatred just for entering his office because you needed his signature for something.

The same man who clearly told you to not expect him to treat you like his child since you weren't. You were just an annoying kid who had to come to his house since no one else wanted to take you in.

You wanted to puke whenever he looked with love, refusing to forget about everything he did just because you were a child of someone he hated.

You understood why Bruce hated your mother, you couldn't force everyone to like what you like, but you still didn't understand why he had to ruin your life by keeping you with him.

He could have sent you to a foster home, he could have sent you to boarding school all your life so he could never see the face of the one he hates. But he didn't.

No, he decided to accept you in his home and ruined your life, making you miserable by keeping you there and then basically neglecting you and forgetting you even exist.

You wanted to puke whenever he looked at you with love when you were Spider, you had to take so many showers and had to scrub your skin so hard it turned red by how hard you tried to wash away his touch whenever he managed to actually touch you on either the shoulders or head.

You found comfort in Clark since he never forced you to interact with the Robins and Batman and understood why you hated them since you explained to him who you were but didn't tell him everything.

He did annoy you whenever he tried to suggest you to come with him to Metropolis even after you explained that you couldn't just move to another city right in the middle of the school year.

Moreover you were still a minor and you would need Bruce's consent, which you refused to ask since you refused to acknowledge that he was supposed to be your legal guardian.

Plus you always had fun with his kids when they were around since they would throw you in the air and catch you, making you laugh like crazy since their throw was like making you fly for like 2 minutes before catching you.

Conner was more fun to be around because he understood what you were going through since he also had problems with Superman when the kryptonian refused to accept the clone as his son.

Plus he always made the best jokes and made you laugh whenever you would have a bad day after seeing your legal guardian and his kids having a fun outing together while you were at the Manor since they didn't even remember you existed.

Or when you had a bad dance practice and almost destroyed your pointe shoes with your strength because you thought you weren't good enough to be a ballet dancer which spiraled to thinking that because of you not being good at dancing then you weren't good enough to be recognised by your legal guardian and his family.

He was more like an older brother than Dick, Jason and Tim ever were for you. And you didn't even care, you loved him as a brother and loved hanging out with him.

Jon was nice but he was also friends with Damian and you didn't really spend that much time with him because of that. You were scared Damian would be with him and you didn't want to see the evil spawn.

But the times you did hang out with him were nice, he always brought cake that his grandparents made and shared it with you while you listened to him talk about whatever he wanted.

He was fun and very nice but you weren't used to hanging around a small teen who actually wanted to be with you and actively seeked you out for your attention.

You were more used to a small teen who would glare at you and attack you if you dared do anything, even just breathing in his direction, the scars on your arms and back proved that.

But you never said anything to Jon about what his best friend did to you, you didn't want Jon to feel like he had to choose between two sides.

And you knew he would choose Damian's side, no one ever chose your side. You knew no one would even dare to be by your side.

Well after a while of going to missions with Clark and him letting you do most of the work as training with his close by to make sure you wouldn't get hurt, you were finally going on a relatively simple mission with Conner and unfortunately with Jason.

You knew Conner didn't want him there but he probably got Batman to convince Clark and him, so you didn't say anything to him about Jason being there and just stayed by his side while you were in the small ship.

The whole ride was spent in silence, only stopped whenever Conner would check the coordinates or by the sound of you fixing the web shooters to make sure they wouldn't go haywire when you were fighting.

You finally landed in the spot where you were supposed to start your mission, near the villain's lair, if you could call it that since it was an unused bunker a group of cultists found and are now living there, which made you get down eagerly since you wanted to finally do a mission without Clark's supervision.

But your excitement immediately died when you saw Stephanie waiting for you there, making you let out a loud string of curses.

And yes, you did ignore the message on your phone from Clark that said 'language' and just walked past Stephanie and Jason, just wanting to get the mission done and go home with Conner.

Plus he did promise you his grandmother's best pie if you finished the mission and you could not pass up the opportunity of getting another slice of that delicious pie.

As you walked up to the lair with Conner, you patted him on the back before standing in front of the door as Stephanie tried to open it by picking the lock. You waited exactly 10 seconds for Stephanie to unlock the door before pushing her away, kicking the door down with your strength since she was taking too long for your liking.

You didn't even care if they were watching, you just glared at them all in silence for a few seconds before they were able to hear you say.

"Stay here and you two don't follow me, Conner don't try anything or I will tell Clark"

Then, right in front of them you became invisible before walking off, the only sound they could hear were of your sneakers walking down the metallic stairs.

(Switch Pov to Stephanie)

Stephanie knew she wasn't the best person. She knew of her father's evil doings and she knew she wasn't the best Robin or the best vigilante.

But when she saw Spider, she thought that they were perfect. They were always helping people and never too busy for everyone.

She, at first, didn't even know who Spider is because of how busy she was with her life and her vigilante job. But when she saw Tim researching them, she was amazed.

She knew there were other vigilantes in the city, it was a big city but she didn't know about a vigilante who didn't fight big villains like the others.

She saw Spider helping old ladies, stopping small gangs from forming by helping the teens and just being an image for the people to rely on.

She knew Bruce stopped high grade villains like Joker or others but Spider, Spider was different.

They didn't fight Joker, no they just fought the criminals who would bother people that couldn't do anything to stop them.

She admired the vigilante and wanted to be friends with them, maybe one day she could convince them to join her and her family at the Manor.

But what she didn't understand even though she craved to know was why they hated her. Why they hated her and the rest of her family.

She tried so much, she craved their validation so much that she trained so hard and tried so many times to interact with them.

But she would keep on getting ignored or she wouldn't be able to follow them by the speed of them swinging or when they walk on walls to avoid her.

She cried so many nights at the thought of her idol, the one person she wanted, no craved validation would hate her so much when she can't even remember or know why they hate her so much.

But when she heard of Jason joining Spider for their first mission, she was so jealous that she used the bat-computer to check where Spider's mission was supposed to be and followed them in another ship.

She wanted to show to her idol how brave she was, so maybe they will praise her and laugh like when they're with Conner, Clark and Jon.

Plus she wanted to wipe Jason's smirk off his face since he kept on bragging about going to a mission with Spider for days and how he was the favorite since compared to the rest of them, he was the one who Spider stayed the longest before leaving or throwing him off the roof.

But all her excitement and hope died the minute she heard Spider curse when they saw her, her head slowly lowering as she tried not to cry.

And when Spider told them to stay there, god she wanted to protest but strangely Jason held her back and just told her to hack in the security system to watch Spider with the cameras.

She didn't understand why she couldn't follow Spider to help them but did as Jason told her to, watching all the cameras with him and seeing henchmen getting knocked out or tased by Spider even though they weren't visible.

Plus she found it hilarious when a goon got knocked out by a flying metal tray and the others just stood there confused before also getting knocked out by a taser or a punch then getting tied up on a wall or floor.

As she watched the security feed, she noticed that Spider entered the boss's sanctuary, filled with small and useless artifacts that the Justice League used to trace the villain so they could capture him and stop him before he tried to grow his cult or summon some demon.

She kept watching and trying to find a camera inside the sanctuary, starting to get annoyed and also panicking a little because if she couldn't see anything in the sanctuary then she couldn't call for backup if something went wrong, especially by how far Spider was, and even if they were going to help them, it would take too long.

She kept on switching cameras and trying to hack into anything that was electronic, getting more frustrated as time passed since she could see the villain approaching the sanctuary with someone next to him, making her confused since he wasn't supposed to have partners that helped him.

She managed to switch a camera in time to see Joker next to the villain, the blood in her face draining as she stared at the clown on her screen in silence, her eyes wide like bugs and no sound could be heard from all three of the teens.

She went back to where Spider was and noticed a camera was on, to which Stephanie immediately tried to warn them by moving the camera a bit but it was too late and both villains entered the sanctuary and closed the door so Spider wouldn't be able to leave without getting noticed by the cultist and the clown.

She watched the feed without moving any part of her body in terror that if she even moved then the two villains would notice Spider and do something horrible to them.

She gasped when she saw Joker suddenly pulling out a gun and pointing it at where Spider was supposed to be, not managing to hear what he was saying since the cameras were old and didn't register any sounds, plus his psycho-smile made it difficult for her to read his lips so she couldn't even use that to her advantage.

As Stephanie kept watching, not noticing that she was holding her breath by how focused she was on Joker then cursed loudly when she saw the screen turn black, throwing the tablet in anger as she got up, making signs for Jason and Conner to follow as she ran into the lair.

She quickly jumped over any henchmen on the ground, needing to get to Spider immediately and save them.

She had to help. She had to stop that psychopath from hurting them. She needed to protect them.

As she ran, her vision was starting to get blurry by the tears threatening to fall as she ran. As she ran, she suddenly got blocked by the metal door that was blocking her from saving Spider.

She immediately called Conner, wanting to use his strength to open the door but unfortunately he couldn't even throw a decent punch that could leave a dent on it.

Even after a few tries Conner didn't do anything so she started to try to open it by using the panel next to the door, her frustration already growing by how useless he was.

So Stephanie sent Conner outside to call Superman and Batman while she and Jason tried to open the door as they waited for the two heroes to arrive.

As the three of them waited for Batman and Superman to come, Jason and Stephanie saw something coming out the door that made their blood cold.

Some form of gas kept on coming out the door and the only thing they were able to hear were some noises of something or someone getting hit and coughing.

Stephanie did smell the gas, trying to pinpoint what the gas was but she couldn't recognise it since the only thing she could detect was that it had a sweet smell, which was nothing like all the gasses she ever smelled before.

The only thing she knew is that the gas wasn't the usual gas Joker uses on his victims since she wasn't laughing or having a maniacal smile but she still couldn't pinpoint what the gas was.

Stephanie stayed silent, trying not to show how terrified she was while Jason was trying to kick down the door while yelling curses directed at Joker.

Conner was outside the lair to use the ship and communicate with Batman and Superman, knowing they were both on different missions and he couldn't fly to both of them to ask for help, especially since he found out that he couldn't even fly, making him even more desperate for them to come.

As they waited Stephanie tried to make Jason stop punching the door when she saw his knuckles bleed, not wanting another one of her siblings get hurt because of her incompetence before looking at the door.

The blood drained from her face, her knees giving up on her and making her fall to the ground as she heard a scream, the cold metal floor the only thing she could feel at the moment.

She knew the scream couldn't be of Joker. He heard him yell before and this scream wasn't his. She hoped for every god as she tried to hack the panel of the door, even though she already tried before, with a bit of difficulty, her vision starting to blur as tears started to fall and her hands trembling as she was trying to ignore the multiple screams she kept hearing.

She couldn't let Spider get hurt, she should've been there to help them. They didn't deserve the pain and hurt she and almost all of the Robins went through because of Joker.

She stopped when she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder, the realization that she was just messing up the wires and making it even more difficult for the door to be opened when she looked at her hands tangled in between the wires.

She looked up at the man and visibly relaxed, completely giving out on the floor as Jason helped her by cutting the wires tangled in her hands while Batman examined what was happening as Conner explained what he knew, Superman next to him and waiting for Batman to give orders since he knew that if he acted irrationally then Spider would be in danger.

(Switch to Bruce's POV)

Bruce knew he wasn't a good person and a hero like Clark and Diana, that's why he called himself a vigilante since heroes save people and stop criminals but he couldn't save everyone.

Sometimes he was too late and he couldn't save someone innocent that unfortunately crossed ways with a villain or a gang.

Another thing Bruce knew was that he wasn't the best father because he let his kids get hurt by going on patrols with him as a vigilante, not thinking about what could happen to them if they fought someone too strong or if he suddenly decided to make them stop being a vigilante by saying that it was to protect them, which made everyone sneak out to be a vigilante.

He had to bury his children too early because of vigilantism and couldn't help his son when he was being trained by the League of Assassins.

But when he saw Spider for the first time, seeing a child that looked no older than 14, maybe 15, made him think that maybe, maybe he could help this one become the best version of themselves.

And if he was good enough, he could be a father again and get another child saved from the darkness and evil that surrounds Gotham.

Even if the only evil Spider saw was him and his family.

One thing he hated was that he couldn't understand why Spider absolutely loathed him and everyone of the vigilantes who live or have lived under his roof.

He couldn't understand why and even after checking every mission he ever did that included helping kids/teens in Gotham, nothing gave him a lead as to why Spider hated him.

And the worst thing was that Spider decided, out of all the heroes and vigilantes in the world, and especially in the Justice League, to trust and get close to Clark.

To Clark! His enemy! He was supposed to be the one teaching Spider to control their strength! He was supposed to be the one laughing with them while eating hot dogs and sharing funny stories of stupid people they say during patrol.

(He knows about it thanks to a small camera he put on Clark’s costume after he found out that he and Spider got close)

He didn't trust letting them go on a mission even if Clark told him that they could and that they were ready.

He thought it was too early and that they weren't trained to fight villains like he and the others fight everyday, especially with Conner since he wasn't perfectly trained so he managed to convince Clark, with much manipulation and guilt tripping, to let Jason come with them if there was trouble.

He didn't know Stephanie would also be there, especially since he didn't talk about it in the batcave about the mission but he already guessed that Jason bragged about going so she also went to also see her idol, knowing about her obsession with Spider to which he didn't say anything but encourage it with his own obsession towards the arachnid vigilante.

Not that he minded, two of his kids were better than none and Spider needed all the protection necessary even if the mission was one of the easiest possible. Especially since he chose it as a way to make sure Spider wouldn't be in actual danger.

But the moment he got a message from Conner explaining that Spider was in danger because of Joker, someone who wasn't supposed to be there in the first place, made his world crumble as he ran to where his jet was, needing to get there as soon as possible.

He couldn't let another person, no he couldn't let Spider get hurt or worse, killed, by the clown bastard.

He needed to save them, he needed to stop that fucking clown and he couldn't let Clark beat him to it. He knew that if he was the first one to save them, to help them then they would trust him more.

He couldn't lose that huge advantage to Clark or it would be impossible to even be able to get Spider to trust him or any of his kids. Which was already difficult but he saw them being more comfortable with Duke and Jason.

He arrived almost 3 seconds before Clark did, even though the kryptonian made his presence known since he made a crater at his landing and looked extremely infuriated as he walked towards Conner.

Bruce was already next to the boy and listening to his explanation on what happened, his usual frown that always made him seem annoyed with everything since he didn't want to show that he was scared.

He listened to superboy as he explained what happened in detail as they walked in the lair, a small smile appearing on his face whenever he saw henchmen and cultists knocked out and all tied up in Spider's web.

As they walked he noticed Conner and Clark weren't flying even if the space was big enough for them to even float, so he approached the boy, knowing it couldn't be Clark since the kryptonian was flying just two seconds ago, to see if he had anything on him and saw a familiar glowing green stuck to the boy's shirt.

He quickly grabbed it and put it in a container to block its effect since he knew it was kryptonite, the result showing on both kryptonians because they now could fly again.

He showed the container containing the kryptonite when both Supers looked at him "it was on Superboy's shirt, not sure who put it on him" he explained, now confused but especially enraged to who dared to interfere with the mission and put Spider in danger.

When they arrived at the door he saw something that made him frown more but also worried. He saw Stephanie continuing to tangle her hands in the wires of the panel next to the door, probably trying to open it but he saw her shaking and sobbing, making him understand that the girl was too focused on trying to save the vigilante inside the room that she couldn't focus on the task she was doing.

He then turned to Jason and saw him kicking the door and punching it, small dents on it to show how much strength he was putting in it and his bloody knuckles showing for how long he was doing that.

Bruce quickly checked on Stephanie and Jason before telling Superman to get rid of the door, the silence around them being too suspicious and dangerous since almost 2 minutes before they arrived both Stephanie, Conner and Jason could hear screaming from inside the room.

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𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 summary: where he has an interest in a certain pop singer, and he doesn't try to hide it. note: believe me or not i’ve been listening hip hop since Im like 15 y/o, soooo why not do an M&M’s fic?? Let me know if u want part 2! xoxo

The lyrics of Mr Eminem's new song being mostly about you? That was something you definitely didn't expect.

I get so weak on my knees

Lose all control

Damn, her silhouette

So hot

Fuck bein’ a gentleman

I'm going to fuck her instead

The red carpet at the Grammys has always been a dream for you, you had already won a couple of awards, today... you were excited to be the presenter of one of them.

Best Rap Album.

To say you were excited is an understatement.

You've loved this genre of music since you were a teenager, Tupac, Fifty, Snoop...to name the most classics.

The camera flashes were the only thing you saw, accompanied by many voices that stunned your ears just by hearing your name.

"Y/N! over here!" A reporter called you, without hesitation, you approached.

"Hey how are you?" you asked with a big smile.

"Incredible! How are you? I imagine you're very excited for tonight" he smiles.

"Don't even mention it! I can't wait to call the winner on stage!"

"Do you think Eminem is nominated? He's been on everyone's mouth lately with his latest song..."

Here we go.

"Yeah... well, I'm sure he'll be nominated, I mean, he's fucking Eminem, it would be like a sin if he wasn't, right?" You laughed a little awkwardly.

"What do you think about his last song, about his comments towards you? 50% of people are upset calling Eminem a degenerate..." you didn't let him finish speaking.

"Well...I really like him, I mean, I've always been his fan and it's an honor to be named in one of his songs. Plus I also think that...we all know how he's like, if you don't like his way to be, to think, to speak, the lyrics of his songs, just don't listen to it and that's it, problem solved, I don’t see the point in hating so much on something you can just...ignore" you laugh looking at the camera "Just take things more lightly, not everything is fighting and bad intentions."

You finished your conversation with said reporter and simply headed to your designated seat.

On the other hand, a certain blonde boy was also being attacked with questions regarding his controversial lyrics.

"She's here? Shit, I want to see her," the blonde rapper said, showing a small, very small, smile, turning his head around with the intention of catching some sign of the hot pop singer, you.

"Yes! In fact she will be the one to present the award for best rap album!"

"No shit! Damn man she's here" Em turned around and said to his best friend, Proof.

In a few minutes everyone finished settling into their seats and you both were surprised when you looked at each other, just a few seats away.

You were five seats to the right and three to the back, so you caught him every time he turned his head back a little to look and smile at you.

Until, soon...your moment had arrived, you got up from your seat to head backstage.

By the way, when you walked past the rapper, he didn't try to hide the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off you for even a second.

"And the Grammy goes to..." you created some tension "EMINEN!" You blurted out the name more excited than you should have.

The rapper's reaction might not have been very expressive normally, but he couldn't contain his smile when he knew who would be the one giving to him his award. The rapper and his friends got on stage and it was inevitable that you felt nervous as you watched him walk towards you, with a playful look, as if he knew what he generated in you.

"Congratulations," you whispered when he was close enough to you, taking the grammy as you felt the soft brush of his fingers against yours, he did it on purpose.

You didn't expect him to give you a hug.

"That's all I get?" He whispered back to you, keeping your faces close and your noses touching, his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him as if he didn't want to move away from you.

A great bustle from the public was heard, and it took them both out of the small cloud in which they were.

This was definitely going to stir the waters.

You both walked away, while you greeted and congratulated the rest of his friends (Proof winking at you in the process).

"Wow, shit, this is crazy, thank you so much to everyone who made the production of this album possible, Dr Dre, who always had my back, I will be forever grateful...and my god, damn, thanks to whoever the fuck is that put this beauty in that dress..." he turned to look at you and winked "Y/N Y/L/N ladies and gentlemen, the source of my inspiration for Heat Seeker"

Obviously, you blushed.

The entire audience was applauding, probably already starting to gossip among themselves about the little show between you and Eminem.

Like a gentleman he offered you his hand as he watched you walk down the steps of the stage with great caution. "Thank you," you whispered. “Any time” he smiles at you.

´Til the end of the awards you continued to connect glances from time to time, you also noticed how his friends bothered him every time he turned his head to look at you.

"Hey, Y/N! wait!" listen to yourself behind your back. "Hey," you looked at him softly, "whats up?" He shook his head quickly. "I just wanted to…I mean, normally I wouldn't give a shit, but, I wanted to make sure that the song didn't offend you, it wasn't to upset you…" You interrupted his attempt to apologies "Don't worry, I understand it was just the song, I didn't take it personally, actually, I loved it" you laughed. "You did? I'm glad you're not like the rest and laugh instead of being offended." His attempt to hide his smile failed completely.

It just slips away from him.

Just with you.

A few seconds of silence took over the situation, though it wasn't uncomfortable, your eyes connected and you didn't seem to realize that you had been staring at each other. "Uhm, I was about to go to my hotel," you pointed behind you, "I was gonna change for the afterparty."

"Can I go with you?" He asked you, but before you processed the fact that he wanted to go with you to your hotel, he interrupted your thoughts "I mean, just so then we can go to the party together, if you want" he scratched the back of his neck.

You didn't even need to think about it "Yeah, I would like that" you smiled.

The two of you walked together towards your limo, captured by several cameras, so neither of you doubted that tomorrow you would wake up to a bunch of articles about how Eminem and Y/N left the Grammy's together. But none of you care about it.

[nozo-muu]

Hello Zero, Could you do a hot David Corenswet scene? the new Superman Something like him feeling jealous of the male reader.By the way, I would like to know if you write for DC too

Thank you so much for the ask! To be honest, I'm not the biggest DC watcher/reader so this might be ooc, but I tried my best. Also, I don't really write for DC since, again, I'm kinda out of the loop, but you can always ask!

YOU'VE CONVINCED ME, SUPERMAN

Pairing: Top!Superman/Clark Kent X Bottom!male reader

CW: Sex, Jealousy, Oral (reader giving), Ass eating (reader receiving), creampie?

Author's note: I don't know how to feel about this...

Metropolis was sunny as always. The sun beamed through the windows of the redaction office. Clark was working on a news article about a mysterious figure spotted multiple times over the last few weeks whenever chaos struck the city. 

He knew who that was, a vigilante he had “worked” with a couple of times to fight off some bad guys. He had to admit, he was talented, his energy manipulation magic was impressive. And the way he fought hand to hand… Gosh, it was a sight for sore eyes. 

“Breaking news!” He turned to watch the TV they had in the office. “An attack has been perpetrated on the intersection between Rowan and Mains Street. The attacker has already destroyed multiple police units.” 

Upon hearing that, Clark made his way towards the stairs that led to the rooftop. He needed to do something. Once he got undressed, revealing his suit, he leaped off the edge of the building and flew towards the place of the incident. 

The area was surrounded by police cars, trying to contain the danger, which honestly wasn't going to accomplish much. 

He flew down, landing on his feet. There wasn't that much mayhem… some upside-down cars, cracks on the ground, and some nearby stores with shattered windows. 

There was a figure though, a big silhouette, almost animal-like. It had shards of some kind of crystal all over its back.

“I would be careful if I was you” 

He looked around, seeing you levitating off to the side. 

“The bastard's got some strength. And those shards… Kryptonite maybe? I wouldn’t touch them if I were you.” You say, approaching the broad man beside you.

“Kryptonite? How is that possible?” 

“Beats me.” You shrugged. “As long as you don't attack his back, we should be good.”

He nodded understandingly, preparing his attack while you immobilized that thing with your magic. You could have gotten rid of the threat on your own perfectly, but you wanted to see him. He was so fine, it was like skipping dessert if you didn't look him up and down after a fight. 

The threat now being eliminated, you walked over to the police cars where a head of police approached you two. 

“That thing shouldn't cause any problems anymore. I've gotten rid of its body. There shouldn't be any more issues, officer.” 

Clark stood silent behind you.

“Thank you, thank you. I don't know what we would have done without you.” 

“You probably could have handled it too, I'm sure of that.” You replied smiling. 

There you were again, making small talk with some random guy. He didn't know why, but he hated it when you did that, always having flirty remarks and comments, and smiling at strangers. 

Some passers-by were shouting your names, and of course, you went and took pictures with them, smiling and being friendly. 

He hated it. 

Once everyone had started to dissipate, you went back to his side. He was silent…

“What?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Nothing, I just need to go get my clothes.”

“I'll come with you. We can go watch the sunset later or something.”

He grunted. He didn't want that, he wanted to fuck you then and there. To show you you were not about to go around flirting with everyone. You weren't together or anything, but he wanted you to be only his. 

When you landed on the rooftop of the building, he took his clothes and made his way towards a broom closet where he had been putting his discarded clothes to go pick up at a later date. 

That's when an idea crossed his mind. He quickly took your wrist and locked you both inside the broom closet. 

“What are you -” you get cut off by his lips on yours. He was a surprisingly good kisser. 

“Let me fuck you.”

“What?”

“Let me claim you.” He keeps kissing your neck. 

You moan at the sensation, and seeing that you're not pushing him away, he takes that as a yes.

He starts getting rid of his and your clothes, leaving you as naked as the day you were born in that dark room. 

He starts planting kisses all over your torso and neck, leaving some marks here and there to show that you are his. 

He slightly pushes your shoulders down, enticing you to get on your knees. 

You oblige and kneel in front of him, instinctively taking his member into your mouth. You started licking around the tip, slowly making your way down the shaft. The sensation made him tremble and groan…

You kept sucking his cock until you felt him push you away slightly. It was now all wet and ready, but your hole still needed some prep.

“Turn around for me.” 

You did as he asked, now facing the door separating you from the outside world. Clark got on his knees and spread your cheeks apart. He spat on your hole, slowly massaging the liquid around your entrance. He approached his face and started eating you out. Once he felt you were ready to take him, he got up, embracing you from behind and whispering in your ear.

“Can I fuck you now?” 

“Yes.”

He kissed you one final time before lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushed in, making sure to not hurt you. You moan at the feeling of it stretching your hole. He paused for a little so you could get used to the feeling of it.   

“Can I move?”

“Mmhmm” You nod, not being able to form a coherent sentence. 

He started moving slowly, but then sped up, remembering all those fuckers you had flirted with. In a way, fucking you was a win against those nobodies who thought they had a chance with you. 

The pace was perfect, rough but gentle enough to not hurt you. He kept hitting your spot, your cock leaking from the pleasure. For an alien, he sure knew how to fuck a man’s ass well. 

He then pulled away a little, turning you around.

“I want you to face me.”

You nodded, and he took you in his strong arms, pressing you against his muscular torso. You straddled him while being suspended in the air, his member lining up with your hole. He inserted it again, this time hitting deeper because of the position. He started kissing you while you bounced on him. 

He took your cock in his hand, and using the precum he rubbed your tip, before starting to stroke you while fucking you. 

“Clark…” You moaned in his ear.

“I’m also getting close, pretty boy.”

You kept that position until you both hit your climax. You came first, your cum coating his hand and your abs. 

“Can I cum inside?” He asked sultrily. 

You hummed, still kissing his neck and leaving the occasional bite mark from pleasure on his neck and collarbone. 

That’s when you felt it, the warm liquid filling your hole. He pulled out his thick member and rested you on a table as he kissed your forehead. 

“You okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah. You fuck like a pornstar…Damn.” 

He chuckled softly at the compliment. 

“That means you’ll only flirt with me from now on then? “

“Fine, you've convinced me, Superman.” 

He smiled. He officially had you for himself now. And if you ever started your little games again, he’d jealous fuck you again and again until you understood. 

[piracytheorist]

So about that grenade pin...

On first glace, this is certainly a top-notch proposal scene. A spy and an assassin, who are hiding their identities from each other, arranging their marriage for mutual benefit while fighting criminals, and the proposal ring coming out of a grenade pin, followed by an explosion from said grenade behind them? It's so absolutely badass and fun and as wacky as the story goes.

But I also like over-analyzing this story and making that everyone's problem, so I would like to share with you my thoughts on the symbolism of that gesture.

1. It's unconventional.

Twilight's original plan was to use the diamond ring from the repossessed artifacts to propose to Yor. In his mind, he wanted to create a family that's as conventional as it gets, in the hopes that it won't attract too much attention. Losing that diamond ring is a sign by the narrative that there was actually no chance this family would be anything but extraordinary. A grenade pin is not only unconventional for a proposal ring, it's also the result of impulsive thinking, of using what he has on hand.

Over time, this family will cause Twilight especially to act more impulsive than he's used to. All three of them will also be able to be themselves within this family, without putting any acts - Yor has already started feeling more confident than what she started as. There won't be any need for fancy diamond rings, or for any part of the family to be the perfect husband, wife or daughter. They will feel free to be themselves and know that they won't be judged for their secrets.

2. It represents the life of violence both Twilight and Yor are living.

Being in dangerous situations, protecting themselves from such dangers, and killing people is by now second nature to both of them. Throwing a grenade at a group of thugs after them is nothing out of the ordinary for them. It's very fitting to connect that with the thing that brought them together - the mutual need for a cover spouse.

But it also represents a truth; Twilight lies to Yor about the reason why he's being pursued by murderous thugs, and Yor lies to Twilight about how she became so good with self defence tactics. There's a TON more violence in their lives than they let on. The grenade ring is kind of a symbol of all that violence they're hiding from each other, and almost like an admittance of it, from the narrative at least.

3. Despite its catastrophic nature, it's a gesture of defence.

Twilight might have stolen back the stolen art pieces, but getting shot at by the first thieves was not a fair retribution. Plus, they weren't shooting just at him, they were also shooting at Yor, without knowing for sure whether she was an accomplice or not. She did kick a few of them unconscious but neither that nor taking the art pieces back guaranteed the death penalty. So he was acting out of defence when he threw the grenade at the people shooting at him AND Yor. Yor, on her own, only attacked a thug when she saw he was directly targeting Loid, so she was also acting in (self) defence.

And this parallels the reason behind their motivation for their jobs; Twilight wants to stop a war from happening and to avoid all the pain and casualties brought by one, and Yor wants to stop violent people from causing pain to her family or other innocent people. It is dirty work, without any consideration of their own innocence and well-being, but it's one they do for someone else's peace and safety.

That's what that grenade did. It killed the thugs, but it kept both of them safe.

4. They're a match of weirdos.

I don't think I need to point out how downright wacky it is for someone to propose with a grenade pin. We joke like "If my significant other doesn't propose to me like this they shouldn't even bother" or something, and it's a good joke, but in reality we would be horrified to see someone pull a pin from a grenade, throw it at a group of people, then propose to us with that same pin while those people are being blown to pieces right next to us. We would also be horrified at the prospect of us being the person to pull the pin and propose like that.

Yet neither Twilight nor Yor find any of this weird in the slightest. Twilight doesn't hesitate for a second to use the pin as a proposal ring while he's reciting his vows to her, and Yor accepts it wholeheartedly and even looks at him with admiration, not even worrying about the fact that this near stranger is holding her hands in his - a kind of proximity that would normally cause a violent reaction from her.

Not only is neither of them weirded out by the whole situation, not only do they not suspect the other might find this whole thing weird... their inner thoughts even match here. Cause the main feeling in that moment, for both of them, is a kind of relief that their plan for a cover spouse was successful, much faster and much easier than anticipated, and a security that they don't have to fake their feelings to each other. Until Twilight's mission and Yor's real job do them part.

I can't be certain how much of all that was intentional, but it was fun looking for what that grenade pin could symbolize. And I'm always down for an excuse to go meta on this story :D

(anime only here, don't spoil me for the manga)

[lazycats-stuff]

Hey, first I just wanna say, big fan of your writing. Second, I just watched Kengan Ashura, and I was wondering about a batfam x male brother reader who is not a vigilante, but is terrifyingly good at fighting. Of course the batfam doesn't know that, but they find out accidentally on patrol one night. Any of the family members accidentally sees Reader going into an abandoned building and wonders why he is out this late. They follow him and find a crowd of people in suits and one of Bruce's managers standing there, and it turns out that Reader is an underground fighter for Wayne Enterprises with an undefeated record and makes billions of dollars because of fighting. They watch him fight out of curiosity and are shocked at his skill and at the fact that he is better than any of them, and that he uses a style none of them know (please make it Niko style with Kure style combined - Reader developed it for himself in secret). After the short fight, where they see Reader being bored because his opponents are weak, the batfam listens to the conversation between Reader and Bruce's manager (Reader's employer for Wayne Enterprises - and underground fighting), they find out that Reader's nickname is Baba Yaga (or The Boogeyman, or Ogre - whichever you prefer) and that he is the reason why Wayne Enterprises has been able to get so much real estate and why the profit has been so high the last 2 years. They run home and wait for the Reader to get back. They confront him together with Alfred and Reader just pretends not to know anything until they attack him to prove he is lying and he just mops the floor with them without getting a single scratch. Cue shocked faces and Damian begging Reader to teach him his style.

You can finish how you want. Sorry if it's long, and thank you for writing.

Okay, I've never heard of Kengan Ashura, since I'm not really a manga person, but since there is no plot related to the actual series I need to abide by, I'm comfortable doing it, I just need to do some research, so no worries. I'll do it.

And yes, I'm alive everyone.

Also, could not find a better GIF, my apologies.

Summary: (Y/N) fights underground. Bruce and the fam find out.

Warnings: mentions of fights, nothing explicit though. Again, no explicit fights. It's said he fights, but no explicit description.

In a house full of vigilantes who are brilliant at investigating and discovering things, hiding secrets of your own is not an easy task. They were all observant, even when not in their suits and when they were not on patrol. It is not easy to shut off the part of the brain that keeps you alive, after all.

But, if you live with those people long enough, you learn enough how to keep your secrets underneath the radar and you learn how to move past those people. (Y/N) has learnt that the hard way, but he learnt it regardless. He had to if he wanted to keep it all a secret. And now, what would that secret might be?

(Y/N) was good at fighting. But not just good.

He was terrifyingly good.

Better than his brothers and better than his father combined.

Why was that a secret? It should be a good thing to be good at fighting, since he is the son of Batman, after all. The problem lied in the fact that he had a style that was never heard of. And he fought underground for Wayne Enterprises. That made him billions and it was on a secret account, one that Bruce didn't know about, otherwise he would blow a gasket.

And besides, the money was just an added bonus. (Y/N) liked fighting, so money wasn't needed. But Jesus, was it a nice touch to keep fighting. He had a scheduled fight anyway. And it was tonight, so he had to make sure to wait that everyone else went on patrol. And that's what he has heard at the moment.

Shuffling around the rooms, chatter about the criminals and soon enough, all of those footsteps and chatter moving to Bruce's study. And then nothing. (Y/N) has waited for an hour longer before he snuck out of the manor, ready to go fight tonight. It's been a while and he needs to get this restless energy out of his system. He got to his car and started driving.

This time he was hoping that the opponents would be somewhat able to withstand him and give him a challenge. But those opponents are rare unfortunately and it made (Y/N) a bit bored. But hopefully, tonight would be fine.

It was a few hours into patrol now and oddly enough, it was all fine. Usual Gotham villains were quiet and just wanted a peaceful night in, it seems. The only crimes they stopped were some muggings, break in and maybe some crimes they had heard over the Gotham Police radio. It was easier to follow rather than to wait for something to wait.

At the moment, they were taking a small break on a random roof top, just resting their feet and talking about stupid things and the most random things they could think of. They were bored beyond belief, but they knew that they couldn't end patrol early because of two words, what if?

What if one of the Gotham villains tries something and they are already back at the Batcave? What if they can't reach the place in time?

There were far too many what ifs for their comfort.

Damian was glancing around, always on alert, when he paused and had to do a double take. He stood up, now sure that (Y/N) entered an abandoned building.

" Why did (Y/N) just enter that old building? " Damian questions and everyone looked at him confused. What is that supposed to mean?

" What do you mean? " Dick inquired, wondering what the hell he was talking about. " (Y/N) can't be here. He's at home. "

" No, he just entered the building. " Damian pointed at the said building, which made Bruce stand up to get a closer look.

" So... We are going to go inside? To check it out? " Tim wondered, clearly not sure on what to do in this situation.

" Well, that depends on how sure Damian is that he saw (Y/N) enter, " Bruce said, glancing at Damian.

" I am absolutely sure father. I would recognize my older brother. " Damian crossed his arms and scoffed. " Now I'm insulted, " He muttered, making Dick chuckle.

" Alright. I say we get in there. " Bruce jumped off the ledge and glided down, landing silently onto the ground in front of the old house. He looked around as he waited for his sons to come down. Once they did, they silently made their way inside. They could hear lot of noise and they moved onto the big beams.

It gave them a nice view of the floor and it wasn't really a shock as to what it was.

A fighting ring.

The only odd thing?

There were men in suits. And Bruce did a double take when he noticed one of his managers. What the hell passed through his mind, wondering why his manager would be here?! What the hell was he doing here?!

But once he saw (Y/N) enter the round circle made by men, shirtless, hands wrapped.

Why the hell is his son even here!? Why is he fighting?!

Bruce was perhaps speechless for the first time in his life.

" What the fuck? " He muttered to himself, wondering what the hell was going on.

He watched as an opponent stepped into the circle, ready to face (Y/N).

Bruce wondered how much would (Y/N) survive, since he wasn't the one who was trained by him. Bruce or anyone else didn't train him, they simply trained him to have at the very least some sort of self defense.

Bruce nearly fell of the beam once he saw (Y/N) fighting. It was... Bruce has never seen anything like this before. He doubted that Ra's even had knowledge of this fighting style. This was... Incredible. Bruce had to be honest, this was just... How and when did he learn this? Who the hell taught him?!

Damian had the exact same train of fought.

Bruce kept observing, making sure to remember as much as possible. But there was something that was noticeable to him. Two different style, clearly something that he tailored to himself. Bruce noticed the tense up muscles, both in defense and offense. Then the sheer agility... Quick movement...

And redirection of the opponent's moves... What the hell was this? And with minimal effort too... Bruce tilted his head as he watched. This was incredible.

And since when is he so flexible? What the fuck was going on in his manor, Bruce thought as he kept watching his boy fight.

Then there was clear clawing at the opponents eyes, going for the neck...

Bruce couldn't believe it.

He had to figure out where he learned this. He needed to know.

But he couldn't do it here. He signaled to the boys to get moving back home. Bruce would deal with it later, but paused when he heard (Y/N) speaking to one of the managers, well, (Y/N)'s manager.

" You couldn't have brought in more skilled opponents? " (Y/N) leaned on the wall, arms crossed and Bruce was sure that he could see that frown on (Y/N)'s face, even though he couldn't see the face of his son.

" It's not my problem that you are leaps and bounds above them. " The executive said, adjusting his tie.

" You need to get me better opponents. "

" Is that the way you speak to your manager? " The man chuckled and Bruce could only sense the eye roll from (Y/N).

" Well, when your Boogeyman is getting a lot of money rolling into Wayne Enterprises, I would like to think that I can speak to you the way I damn please. "

Bruce's eyes widened as he listened in, adjusting his position on the beam.

Big profits that created a spike were 2 years ago and they kept growing... Underground fighting was the reason why there were even more money rolling in? What the fuck?

" Well, I do pay you well from what we earn, don't I? "

" Well, you have to if you want to keep the Boogeyman.. Besides, why did you give me that name? "

" I didn't name you that, everyone else did. And besides, it's a scary nickname that fits you. " The manager said as he stood up straighter.

" Anyway, I'm going home now. I have to make sure that dad doesn't see this, " (Y/N) murmured, making the manager nod.

" If Bruce finds out about this, we are all doomed kid. Have a good night. "

" You too. "

Bruce and everyone else were waiting for (Y/N) back at the manor, making sure to get there before him. They informed Alfred and have decided to confront him once he gets home. They dressed out of their suits and were waiting in the living room, all pretending to do something to seem natural in their behavior. Not like they are trying to confront him.

And oddly enough, the night is young anyway, so they didn't need pretend to be asleep.

(Y/N) came in, saying hi to everyone before going to the kitchen to get a snack. He already showered at the old house, curtesy of his manager.

" Evening (Y/N), how was your night? " Bruce looked up from a magazine, something he just picked up randomly.

" Eh, peaceful. "

Bruce and everyone else glanced at each other. Liar, liar, pants on fire.

" Ah. So we didn't see you in that abandoned house? " Damian started and (Y/N) tensed up for a bit before relaxing.

" No, must have been someone else, " (Y/N) said nonchalantly, keeping his composure.

Everyone slowly migrated to the kitchen, ready to slowly confront (Y/N).

" Are you sure? " Bruce asked and (Y/N) nodded.

" Of course I'm sure. "

And so they all attacked him at the same time.

And (Y/N) reacted, of course.

By wiping the floor with them. Completely and utterly.

Bruce was shocked and Damian was starstruck. Tim, Dick and Tim slowly moved away.

" What the fuck? " Jason muttered.

" Language, " Alfred stated, trying not to show his shock.

" (Y/N), you need to teach me! " Damian now followed (Y/N) around, clearly trying to get into his good graces to teach him. (Y/N) just wanted some peace in this insane household.

" Who taught you all of this? "

(Y/N) simply ducked into his room, avoiding everyone. Not tonight. Nope. Nope. Not gonna happen.

[layla4567]

Guardian Angel

Pairing: Bob!reynolds x Fem!reader Summary: On a mission you get injured and Bob protects you as if you were the most precious treasure he has (you are) Warnings: Brunette!Sentry, Bob has already learned to control his powers (yay!), Fluff, reader can create objects with magic (similar to green lantern), mention of blood , fights and injuries, treating wounds (a little explicit), Valentina and Mel appearance, Bob is a little clumsy but he means well, Y/N use, no proofread, possible gramatical mistakes since English isn't my first language, A/n: I think I've written something similar, sorry, I just love the trope of "treating wounds" or "hurt/comfort" and I also love that the reader has powers.

"Okay, you know what to do. Go ahead, defeat him, and come back unharmed. Simple, right?" Valentina said with a smile.

Mel, at her side, raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes slightly, luckily her boss couldn't notice.

And in front of them were you, The New Avengers, The Avengerz, or the Thunderbolts, whatever you want to call them. All lined up next to each other, sorted by height. Everyone was there, some with their arms crossed, a little fed up with hearing Valentina. Even Bob was there; over time, he'd learned to control Sentry and his powers and had been able to go on missions successfully.

Valentina looked at their superhero suits from top to bottom with pride.

"You better not let me down, yeah?" and he looked at Sentry winking "Not even you, Wonder Boy"

Bob looked at her, a little uncomfortably, rubbing his arm for comfort. Even though he could now fight and defend himself like the others, he still felt insecure about having to be a hero and wear a suit. It's not that he doesn't want to help or protect others, but sometimes he felt a little ridiculous. Bob hadn't gained that much confidence in himself yet; the powers and the outfit were just a facade to him; inside, he still felt like the same old man. At least his hair wasn't blonde anymore.

But you could tell that his newfound family had helped a lot in the process. They had been understanding without judgment and had listened to him and advised him wisely whenever he had a problem. You especially, you were always there for him, making time to spend quality time with him despite knowing you were always busy. As Valentina continued talking, you peeked your head out of the line to look at him and give him a smile. He smiled back and gave you a little wave, like babies do when they learn to say hello.

The woman in front of you snapped her fingers to get your attention. "Hey! I hope you understood. Now go away, y'all give me a headache."

It didn't take them long to reach the scene where the chaos was unfolding. The streets were almost empty except for a few civilians running, taking cover. Cars were overturned, and in front of them, a hooded figure was hovering two meters above the ground. His hands looked robotic, and he fired bullets like a machine gun. To top it all off, robot sentinels were running behind him at his service.

Everyone decided that you and Bob would get close enough to attack while the others would take care of the robots. Sentry took you under the arms and lifted you to the roof of a building where you could use your powers while he would attack him head on.

Bob dodged the blows by teleporting behind him while you used your fists to create an exact copy of your hand, but larger and green, like a giant hologram. You used it to hit the hooded stranger. The brown-haired man was fast and landed punches and kicks with precision. You helped him however you could. But at one point, Bob got distracted when he heard a scream coming from downstairs where the group was. This gave the hooded man an advantage, landing a punch that sent him flying.

Now you were alone fighting him, and you were scared to notice that despite your powers, he was much stronger. Bob, now recovered, looked at you and the group, not knowing who to focus on. You nodded at him, assuring him that you would be okay. He hesitated, but nodded and went to help the others, who seemed to be struggling due to their lack of superpowers. With great effort, you created different weapons to throw at him. Spears, crossbows, etc. But nothing worked; he seemed to dodge them so easily. Suddenly, at one point, he fired at you. You tried to set up a shield, but you didn't get there in time.

When you felt the bullet graze your shoulder, you froze in place. The bullet had passed through your shoulder and had come out clean, but you felt it burn your skin through your clothes. A burning sensation spread down your entire arm. Bob, who kept glancing at you from time to time, captured all of this and, panicking, watched as you closed your eyes and fell rapidly into the void. It was as if time had frozen. He ignored everything around him and flew swiftly toward you, all he could focus on was you now.

He opened his arms and caught you mid-flight, wrapping you around him and holding you tight so you wouldn't fall. He saw your peaceful, unconscious face, and a worried frown crossed his face. He was very scared when he saw the blood on your shoulder, but he tried to hide it.

Without hesitation, ignoring his teammates, he flew higher than the clouds and left the battlefield to take you to the tower. The wind ruffled the brown waves in his hair. He knew what he was doing wasn't right, leaving the team stranded just to make sure you didn't take serious damage. Valentina will be furious too, but right now you were his top priority.

Bob held you closer to his body, taking care not to let the wind chill your face, and carefully placed a hand on the back of your head, holding you in place. Hurriedly, he reached the tower's balcony. His presence stirred a strong breeze behind him that ruffled the place and knocked a few chairs, along with Mel's paperwork, to the floor. He crossed the penthouse with you now in his arms bridal-style. His eyes were constantly on your face, afraid of losing you. He didn't even notice when he stepped on the scattered papers, crumpling them even more, and he didn't even feel the pain when his knee hit the leg of a knocked-over chair. None of it compared to the ache his heart felt at seeing you in that state.

"Sentry, what the hell?!. What happened to the others?!" Valentina shouted, annoyed and surprised.

"Bob" He corrected her "It's Y/N, she's hurt" his tone of voice was pleading and urgent

Valentina approached, clicking her heels, followed by Mel behind her. "Yes, of course," she said, coming closer to get a better look at you.

She made an open gesture with her hands and pointed to a sofa. Bob gently placed you as if you were made of porcelain, attentive to any responsive movement from you. Your breathing was steady, so you were definitely still alive, but as he looked at your shoulder, he noticed you'd lost a lot of blood. Valentina, faster than him, exclaimed.

"Jesus Christ, Mel brings a disinfectant kit, quick! "

Bob finally turned to look at her and whispered a thank you, then looked back at you worriedly. "No need, darling," she said with a rehearsed smile, but then she turned to her assistant and before she could leave, she grabbed her arm tightly. "Hurry up, I don't know if I'll be able to get a replacement in time for her otherwise."

The truth is that Valentina cared very little if you were hurt, if you lived or not, for her people were like nails, you take one out and another replaces it. But for Bob, people couldn't be replaced so easily, much less you, the one who made him laugh, feel relieved after a stressful day, the one who had trusted him and his powers despite the terror he had of the city falling into darkness again. Mel finally trotted in with the first aid kit under her arm, handing it to her boss. Val opened the small box and took out alcohol and cotton balls, then leaned closer to you, sitting on the couch to see you better. But Bob, who was crouching next to you, saw Val approaching dangerously and instinctively wrapped his arms around you, pushing her away. Like a lioness protecting her cub from strangers.

She frowned. "Come on, dear. I just want to assess the wound, scoot."

A little hesitantly and reluctantly, Bob slowly stepped away, keeping an eye on the woman and you very closely. With Mel's help, they carefully removed your damaged jacket, leaving you in a tank top. Your shoulder was bloody and had an open wound; luckily, the bleeding had stopped, but you needed stitches. Valentina ordered her assistant.

"Come on Mel, sit here and take care of her, I hate getting my fingers dirty" she said with his nose wrinkled in disgust

She hesitated in confusion, but seeing Bob's pleading look, she finally agreed. She sat down, took a cotton ball, and soaked it in alcohol. As she rubbed it around the wound, Bob noticed your eyes twitching slightly behind your eyelids and your fingers trembling with discomfort. He gulped nervously and leaned closer to your face, thinking you were about to come around. And so you did, because when Mel finished disinfecting you and gave the first stitch, your face contorted slightly in pain and your brow twitched next to your eyelids. Slowly, you began to open your eyes and the first thing you saw was Bob's worried face a few inches from you. Instantly, Mel froze in place, holding the needle still.

"W-what... happened..?" you said in a thick, hoarse voice

You looked around as if you'd woken up on a different planet. Beside you, Bob gave you a small, comforting smile as he gently placed a hand on the side of your head. "It's nothing... you're hurt, but you're here now. I'm here."

You looked at him for a second. His gaze was warm, telling you that everything was going to be okay now, but at the same time, behind all of that lay a deep concern and a fear of imagining what would have happened to you if he hadn't arrived on time. You tried to smile, but it came out as a painful grimace. Suddenly, Valentina's shrill voice broke the silence and the sweet moment.

"Great! Now that you're awake, maybe you can explain to us what really happened!" Then she looked at Bob and Mel, who were giving her reproachful looks. "What? Oh fine, I guess we should get that shoulder fixed first."

"Shoulder..?"

You turned your head slowly, lightly, and with difficulty to look at your left shoulder out of the corner of your eye. You couldn't see much, but you noticed dried blood and a hole. You felt yourself turning pale and your blood pressure dropping from the shock. Mel, standing next to you, tried to get your attention and get you to focus on her.

"Y/N look at me, I'm sorry but I have to stitch you up, okay? I promise to be as quick as possible" she said with a grimace of pain as if she were the one who had to be stitched up.

Your eyebrows raised in a worried arch, and you turned to look at Bob. He already had his eyes on you. "And I'll be here the whole time. You can hold my hand if you need it.."

You nodded nervously. Valentina rolled her eyes at the cloying scene and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket to hand it to you. "Here, put it in your mouth and bite down hard. Believe me, you'll need it. I've seen this happen many times."

Bob took the handkerchief for you, and you put it in your mouth as Val advised. Mel looked at you with wide eyes, waiting, silently asking for permission. You nodded determinedly.

"Alright, here I go. Take a deep breath"

You closed your eyes and obeyed, but when you felt the sting in your skin, you gritted your teeth tightly and let out a loud moan of pain that resonated in your throat like a drum. Meanwhile, your face contorted in pain and you threw your head back. Mel stopped startled, and Bob, frightened, touched your arm, looking for your hand.

"Here, here. Take my hand. Everything will be fine, it's just a few seconds"

His tone of voice was firm but with a hint of adrenaline. Still with your eyes closed, you groped his hand until your fingers were tightly intertwined. Bob nodded to Mel, and she continued stitching you. The seconds seemed like torturous hours, where from squeezing Bob's hand so hard your knuckles turned white, as if you were in labor. Your eyes stung with tears, and sobs and screams bubbled in your throat as you tried not to shake. But he was always by your side, whispering words of encouragement.

"That's it, don't worry, you're doing it right. You can do it."

"There's not much left. You're very brave."

"I know, I know. I promise you it's over"

Finally, when Mel finished the last stitch, your body relaxed a little, and you stopped clutching the handkerchief tightly between your teeth. But your chest heaved with every sob, your nostrils trembled slightly, and your red face was damp with the tears spilling from your reddened eyes. Bob stroked your hair and wiped the tears away, caressing your cheeks.

"Now it's over"

It broke his heart to see your lips turned down in a sad grimace. You'd been through so much pain, so much so that you thought you were going to faint. But now everything was going to be better. Mel sighed in relief and gave you a compassionate smile, while Valentina watched impatiently.

"Good, now you have to rest, dear. We want you strong for the next missions, right? She clapped enthusiastically, but no one laughed.

Bob looked at them shyly "Uhm, could you leave us alone for a moment?"

Val opened her mouth, about to retort, but stopped and nodded, walking away with her assistant. The sound of heels echoed across the polished floor until they faded away, and all was silent. Bob looked at you, swallowing hard. Despite your pitiful state, you looked really pretty to him. And when he saw you in such a vulnerable state, something inside him ignited, something that told him he would take care of you from now on, just as you had taken care of him so many times. He wanted to be your fighter, your protector, your guardian angel.

You had your eyes closed, simply resting, unable to sleep because of the pain, but at least your breathing had calmed down and you were no longer crying. He didn't know what to do to make you feel better, although his presence and concern for you alone were more than enough.

"Y/N... How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" He asked not very sure

You softly opened your eyes again and turned your head slowly to look at him. "I need you... I want you to stay..." you said without much force, almost in a whisper.

He blushed slightly and looked at you with devotion, not believing what you were asking. But he nodded vigorously, pleased and understanding. "Are you sure? Uh, do you want me to... sit with you? Would that be okay for you?"

You nodded tiredly, and Bob whispered a soft "Okay." He stood up slowly and very carefully, placing one hand on your waist and the other on your back, barely lifting you. Even so, you hissed with a grimace. Bob felt terrible.

"I'm so sorry" he said distressedly

"S' okay" you frowned

The brown-haired man sat down on the couch and placed a pillow on his lap, then gently rested your head on it. Feeling the soft, comfortable pillow, you let out a loud sigh of contentment.

"Better?"

Bob knew he shouldn't bother you with so many questions since you didn't have much strength to speak, but he wanted to constantly make sure you were comfortable. To his surprise, you gave him a small, sideways smile.

"Yeah, thanks"

He smiled back even wider, feeling relieved. His fingers instinctively went to your hair, combing it, almost tangling his hand in it, feeling the silky strands. At his tender touch, you closed your eyes and moaned softly in pleasure with a bigger smile. Bob looked at you with what could be called love. As if you were the brightest star that had just fallen from the sky. An immense feeling of care for you took hold of him again. He really wanted to take care of you. You mattered to him. A lot.

"Bob...?"

He came out of his trance of thoughts and paid attention to you.

"Thank you for saving my life today..."

And with that, you turned your head slightly to the side so you could sleep better despite your sore wound. Bob's chest swelled with pride, his stomach fluttered with butterflies, and he couldn't suppress the huge smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth toward his ears. You were thanking him for saving your life. Him. Oh, if only you knew it was you who had saved him, so many times.

"And I would do it again," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

But you no longer heard him, you snored softly, lost in the world of dreams. And little by little, sleep began to overcome him as he fell asleep caressing your face.

Barely 1 hour later, the noisy footsteps of the team, exhausted and grumpy, groaning and complaining, echoed from the elevator. This caused Bob to wake up with a start, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the sleep.

"Finally, here you are! You have no idea what we had to go through to get out of there alive" shout Yelena

"Yeah, why the hell didn't you come back for us, Bob?!" John demanded angrily.

Bob, his eyes slightly narrowed, put a finger to his lips, demanding silence, and then pointed at you on his lap. You were still sleeping peacefully like a baby. Seeing you and then your wound, everyone gasped softly in understanding.

"Oh right, she was wounded..."

Bucky frowned worriedly "Is she okay?"

Bob nodded "She is now"

Walker congratulated him admiringly, "Good job, Bob."

"Thanks, Walker" he smiled, pleased

"Well, I guess we'll have to give the report to Valentina and explain what happened," the blonde said as she gestured to the others to leave.

The others quickly followed, and Bob was left alone with you again, peacefully watching you. He hugged you a little and smiled contentedly, happy that you were by his side, not just literally, but that he could rest easy knowing that he'd still have you in his life, that he'd still see you in the hallways, in the kitchen, that you'd laugh and smile again, lighting up everything like the sun. And for him, that was simply perfect.

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༆THE LAST WOMAN ON EARTH ☢︎︎- ➪enhypen ot7 x fem reader

SYNOPSIS: Moving to South Korea at just 20 years old to study medicine was something that made you extremely proud. You had so many plans for the future, but it seems that fate doesn't want the same for you. Overnight, a virus that affects only women spreads throughout the world, causing all the women in the world to die in a matter of weeks. You were the only one left standing, the problem? Nobody knew, only you. As time passed, you managed to survive this post-apocalyptic world, where you had to hide from men because if someone knew that a woman still existed, everything would go to hell for you. You didn't expect seven strangers to break into your house in the middle of the night and you didn't expect what was going to happen next either.

Word count: 4360

Pairing: enhypen! x fem!reader

Genre: Suspense, death, dystopian, post-apocalyptic world, angst, too much drama, slow burn, smut as the chapters go by (mdni), fluff, Possessiveness, jealousy, fights, toxicity, lots of love (I know, it sounds contradictory) enhypen are complete losers for the reader in the best way, strangers to lovers and other things that may happen later

Warnings!⚠️: Death, loss of loved ones, use of weapons, depression and anxiety problems, mentions of suicide, survival, vulgar and sometimes offensive language, graphic descriptions of traumatic events. If you are sensitive, don't read it for your own good. Rader is a little mean to the boys in this chap, but she's just defending herself! everyone is of legal age!! Heeseung is 26, Jay, Jake and Sunghoon are 25, Sunoo is 23, Jungwon is 22 and Ni-ki is 21.

Status: ongoing (16-01-2025 -)

Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction, everything came out of my head, the personality of the characters are not real and do not represent them in real life in any way, any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. Everyone is of legal age in this universe. English is not my first language so you will probably find spelling mistakes.

Hii beautiful people!! I'm finally back with the second chap of this story! It took me longer than the first one, sorry for the delay! hope you enjoy it a lot! You would help me a lot by liking, reblogging and commenting! Without further ado, thank you very much and enjoy!

CHAPTER I: "Disaster"

CHAPTER II: "Loneliness"

more under the cut ☟︎︎︎

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... that sound definitely wasn't the rain....

Your senses were sharpened to the maximum again, your hand gripping your weapon tightly and securing it close to your body. Your heart and breathing seemed to be in a race to see which one was faster, but you could be sure that your heart was the winner, as you could literally feel it pounding in your ears. Your throat suddenly felt tight and dry, nerves and anxiety on edge, you tried to swallow to moisten it, but your attempts were futile. You could feel tears stinging your eyes from the desperation you felt.

"Holy shit..." your voice was barely a whisper as you tried to process what was happening. You tried to calm yourself and sharpen your hearing so you knew how many men you were up against. Your room suddenly seemed suffocating and tiny, you felt the bubbling of a panic attack in your chest, you felt like you were going to die, your mind kept telling you that your minutes were numbered. You started to shake as one shudder after another went through your body like lightning, it was desperate and terrifying. You quietly climbed down from your bed and approached the door of your room on tiptoe. You wanted to listen better, because despite your fear, dying was not an option, not after surviving for so long. Breathing shakily, you leaned your ear against the door of your room, trying to catch a sound. Fuck, you had no idea what to do, fear made your legs shake slightly.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, the intruders were breathing heavily and panting, a sign that they had been running. Their clothes were soaked from the heavy storm outside, so the floor was filled with small puddles of water and some mud "Fuck, that was close..." one of them said, trying to catch his breath, putting a hand on his chest, feeling the strong beating of his heart as he leaned against the front door, holding it shut.

How stupid you were. In the midst of crying for your mother, you'd forgotten the most important thing: securing the fucking front door of your house.

"It was all Jake and Ni-ki's fault, we almost got caught by the police!" another voice shouted, pointing at the named ones who looked at him with a mixture of indignation and disbelief, while the first boy who had spoken looked at him with wide eyes, signaling him to shut up.

"Excuse me? no no, no way, it's not our fault, no one forced you to come with us Jay..." another of the voices said with a distinctive accent, his words tinged with contempt "And try not to scream, the police might still be around.." Jay frowned and approached this one with indignant steps "Don't be an idiot Jake, we can't let you go off alone in the middle of the night, you know crime has risen too much in the last few years, there's a reason the government declared a curfew after midnight, fuck..." his voice sounded frustrated as he looked at him seriously. "'You're a grown man, you should have a little more conscience, you both could have been killed..." he said this time with more seriousness and concern, scolding him firmly in a whisper. The weight of his words hung in the air.

Definitely none of them wanted to die, let alone go to jail, Jay was right, they couldn't just leave in the middle of the night and put themselves in danger and worry the rest of the group. It was a miracle they had found this house, a few more minutes and the police would have caught them.

"Well, sorry, it was my idea Jay Hyung..." another deeper voice said as he scratched his neck a little embarrassed and looked at the elder "Anyway, we're all fine," he said this time with a little cheeky but guilty smile trying to break the tense moment.

A sigh was heard, followed by another clear voice. "It's okay Ni-ki, make sure you don't do it again please..." he asked firmly but at the same time calmly as he looked at the one named and also at Jake who nodded silently, feeling a little guilty, he had quite a bit of leadership in his voice. Ni-ki nodded, "Okay, Jungwon Hyung..." Ni-ki's deep voice hung in the cold air of the house as Jungwon sighed again.

The house was silent for a few seconds as the boys looked around and surveyed the place, ignoring the fact that they were freezing to death from the water that had fallen on them in the middle of winter. And it had occurred to Ni-ki that it would be fun to leave (escape) from where they lived at three in the morning, Jake saw him trying to leave and joined him on the pretext that he "couldn't let him go alone because it was too dangerous", which brought them all here.

Ni-ki was the youngest of the group, which of course made him the most rebellious, and someone like that always needed an accomplice, which was Jake most of the time, which led to both of them getting into trouble quite often.

"It's a nice house...strange that it's abandoned..." another voice, different from the others, a little softer, broke the silence, praising the architecture of the place, your place. And it was true, it was a huge house, with a modern vintage style. Another of the boys nodded in agreement as he shook his head a little, trying to get the water out of his hair, "Yeah, Sunoo's right...it's pretty nice for being abandoned..." The words hung heavy in the air as the boys looked at each other, seemingly searching for answers, there seemed to be an immediate understanding between them as the named one nodded and the seven began to explore the living room, their steps cautious in the new suspicion that someone already lived in the house. Even though it seemed empty, they had to make sure they were out of danger.

On the second floor, you had managed to identify seven voices from your room, where you were still trying to calm down. So they were being chased by the police for breaking the curfew, tsk...men. Your breathing was still fast, but as you listened to their conversations, you managed to calm down a bit, knowing that because of their actions, it wouldn't be very difficult to deal with them.......

or so you thought

You could hear them walking around your living room and decided that you needed to listen more closely, their voices were a little muffled by the distance. You were about to open your bedroom door slightly, but what sounded like something falling to the floor startled you slightly as your free hand instinctively grabbed the doorknob, as if holding on to it would somehow protect you from them.

"Shit..." cursed the voice of one of the guys whose name you hadn't heard yet, furrowing his brow slightly "Pfff...what an idiot, Heeseung Hyung..." Ni-ki said, letting out a laugh as he sneered at the older one, watching as he crashed into a nearby shelf, causing a ceramic jug to fall and shatter into several pieces on the floor.

Heeseung turned his head to look at Ni-ki with narrowed eyes, "Aish...hey, what a brat...i can't see..." mild annoyance ran through his dramatic voice as he defended himself and pointed at Ni-ki who was still laughing. The other five boys chuckled a little at the amusing situation between the oldest and the youngest of the group. They got along so well, you could hear a certain camaraderie in their voices, as if they had known each other forever "I mean, ....Ni-ki isn't wrong..." the other boy, whose name you didn't know yet, remarked with a slight sideways smile that showed his fangs a little longer than usual, a cute, not-so-usual attraction.

Heeseung looked at him without any amusement on his face, judging him with his eyes. They had this habit of teasing him, not that he really minded, but he was tired, hungry and soaking wet, not in a good mood "Really, Sunghoon, you too?" he shook his head in disapproval as Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders without saying anything else and let out a small chuckle. He was really stressed out too and fuck, the current situation had affected him a lot, he hadn't had pussy in over four fucking years and he fucked so often that he was really going crazy.

Not that he was a pervert (or maybe yes), but he excused himself by saying that "fucking relieved his stress and made him perform better in his daily life"

But he had never experienced falling in love, only one-night stands, just like the other guys. The hope that he could have pussy faded deeper and deeper in the back of his mind, and he resigned himself to settling for his own hand. But he refused to accept that idea, he still had some hope. He didn't just want to fuck, he wanted a woman he could love and who would love him, he wanted to be a good love and he also had a dream of being a father, something that obviously seemed unattainable for Heeseung, in fact it seemed unattainable for the seven men.

They really wanted to fall in love...

In fact, they were all stressed about the lack of pussy.... Even Jungwon and Ni-ki, who were still virgins and had never been able to bury their sad cocks in real pussy, were sexually frustrated. But for Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon and Sunoo, the feeling of being trapped inside a pussy was like nothing else in the world and now they could only remember and even imagine because fuck, four years without sex, it was like being a virgin all over again.

But come on, their hearts needed to be stimulated as much as their cocks.

Jungwon cautiously approached the now non-existent jar on the ground, bowing slightly and examining it, "If someone was here, they would have heard us by now..." he mused with a calm expression. He straightened as he turned to look at the other boys, they were like his family, he had known them for many years and loved them like his brothers.

The only thing that illuminated the living room at the moment was the light from the occasional thunder light that came through the window like a horror movie. It was a huge place, enough for everyone to be comfortable "I think we can either spend the night here or keep the place, after all, the one we had was getting too small for the seven of us..." he looked at them, waiting for a sign of denial, but they all seemed to agree.

It wasn't a bad idea, after all. They were in the middle of the forest, far away from the city, where there was more crime by the way, and the place seemed quite cozy. Besides, if Jungwon said so, it was because it had to be. He always made sure that everyone felt comfortable, even though they often fought like siblings, which was sometimes funny, Jungwon always prioritized everyone's well-being.

"Well, we should look for the bathroom, clothes and blankets, I'm freezing...we could take a bath..." Sunoo spoke for the second time, articulating each of his words with his hands. The boys nodded. A hot shower sounded great after running through the forest in the rain, so much that their legs felt tired.

"Good idea, we should split up, go through the rest of the house and look for the things we need..." fuck no, if they went through the rest of the house they would definitely find you and that couldn't happen, they couldn't find you, so you had no choice but to find them before it was too late.

Sunghoon's voice was full of determination as he explained his idea to the others, who immediately agreed. But before they could take action, you beat them to it for your own good.

"I wouldn't do that if i were you..." Your voice finally echoed through the living room with newfound certainty, causing a sudden hush to fall over the place. Your gun was pressed against the large back of one of the seven boys, who was now undeniably tense, you could tell by the way the muscles in his back were contracting under his clothes. He was tall, blond, and seemed to have well-defined biceps.....

"No, idiot, this is not the time to think about biceps, concentrate" You mentally scolded yourself.

Instinctively, he raised both hands to let you know that he was not going to attack you. His hands were shaking slightly and he was completely stiff as he felt the cold metal of your gun against his back, which, in addition to your distinctly feminine voice, sent shivers down his spine.

From your vantage point, you could see the faces of the other six boys, pale and still as if they had seen a ghost. And no wonder, they must be more confused and shocked than ever. The torrential rain that pounded against the windows and roof was the only thing that filled the deadly silence. It was the first time you had seen people in years, your heart was beating fast in your chest and you couldn't tell if it was from fear or excitement...

or perhaps a mixture of both.

After what seemed like an eternity, one of them tried to move forward, his hair was a deep red, but quickly there was an instant click in your head as you pulled the safety off your gun, making him flinch in place, your survival instinct was at its peak "Take another fucking step and I'll blow your friend's head off..." your voice was cold as was the expression on your face, your breathing rapid, matching that of the guys in front of you who seemed more nervous than you.

Your eyes were still slightly red from crying earlier, and even though you were scared shitless inside, you didn't want to let it show, you didn't want them to notice your weakness. This time you leaned your gun against the back of the blond boy's neck, indicating that you meant business.

Fuck, they couldn't let something go unnoticed, something they thought didn't exist anymore and that they would never see again in their lives, suddenly the reality they lived in took a 180 degree turn when you appeared, you were a woman, fuck, you clearly were, and you stood in front of them and threatened to blow Sunghoon's head off with one shot. It all seemed like a lie, the last four years of their lives began to have an unbearable weight on their backs when they saw you. They began to think they were hallucinating and had to blink several times to process the information. Even so, their throats felt dry and their eyes couldn't take their eyes off you. Sunghoon began to feel impatient, yes, he was scared, but he also wanted to see you, so he gathered all his courage to speak

"M-Miss...we don't want to hurt you..." you idiot, he mentally cursed himself for stuttering slightly and scrunched up his face in an expression that clearly said 'I screwed up', he who never hesitated in front of any woman had just done it with you, which left his ego a little bruised, but he didn't care.

You clenched your jaw as you heard him speak, pressing the gun harder against his head, making him tense up even more, if that was possible, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...really, we don't mean any har-..."

Pathetic, he begged pathetically, but a mixture of fear and emotion controlled him at that moment, he couldn't control it.

"Shut up...you talk too much for someone who is being targeted..." your voice was cutting and harsh, making it clear that there was no room for discussion in your words, making Sunghoon shut up immediately as he nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly.

You had to find a way to control the situation, no matter what. You grabbed the boy's soaked shirt from behind and pushed him down, "Get on your knees..." you ordered firmly and he obeyed immediately, kneeling on the ground, you don't have many options when you have a gun pointed at you, making it so that everyone could see you better now. You didn't mean to be so rude, but you couldn't trust them, not yet, "You too, idiots, what are you waiting for?"

Yes, maybe you were too harsh, but you had to guarantee your survival first and foremost.

With the seven men now kneeling on the floor in front of you, you sighed and thought about what to do next. You weren't going to kill them, you weren't that kind of person, even if it gave them a free hand to hurt you, you just weren't that kind of person. But letting them go wasn't an option either, what were you going to do, stay with them? you didn't know them, the most you knew was their names and from the way they looked, they were all around your age.

"Are you really a woman?" the voice of one of them broke through your cloud of thoughts. Oh God, you didn't think they were that stupid, he really just asked you that?

You raised your eyes to look at the boy who had spoken, your brow was clearly furrowed, he had some blue strands in his black hair "Jay, shut up for God's sake," Heeseung spoke softly, clearly scolding him, really, he couldn't believe his friend had asked that. But he didn't blame him, he was just as or even more stunned than Jay by your presence, which made him move slightly in his place, not wanting to alert you, he really couldn't believe his eyes either, actually none of them could.

While you thought intently without saying a word, your gun still rested on Sunghoon's head. You bit your lower lip, trying to think of a quick solution, but damn, this was clearly going to take a long time. A sigh left your lips, you were sleepy, your body was aching and your head was going a mile a second, which made your mental situation difficult as well as putting your thoughts in order. In addition, you couldn't see much because there was no light and everyone's eyes were on you, which inevitably made you a little nervous.

Meanwhile, the boys' minds were no better off than yours, still trying to process that you actually exist and are not a figment of their imagination.

Hell, they even wanted, no, they had to be in Sunghoon's place. Just knowing that you were a woman got them going, but what about your assertive dominance? The way you had brought Sunghoon, who was probably one of the strongest in the group, to his knees with a simple command from your lips was fucking attractive.

The tension in the air was thick, not only because they were threatened at gunpoint, but also because there was an undeniable sexual attraction and tension between you and them. It was impossible to control, something instantaneous that left them with their breath caught in their throats and their cocks already half hardened in their pants, including Sunghoon himself. They didn't want to look like dogs in heat or perverts, they didn't want to scare you and make you think badly of them, but it was something that was simply out of their hands.

The cold they had felt from being soaked earlier vanished at a ridiculous speed and was replaced by warmth. Their faces were slightly flushed and now that they knew you were real, they couldn't help but imagine a lot of situations in their twisted minds, but damn, besides being hard, you were beautiful, a temptation at a glance that made them clench their thighs as their erections went wild.

Sunghoon, who was closest to you, was the most affected, he could even smell your scent, so soft and delicate, the scent of a woman. He stopped himself from inhaling your precious scent with all his might, forgetting that the tip of a gun was pressed against his head.

Jungwon cleared his throat, trying to find his voice in your presence, which was quite strong, "Miss, please..don't hurt us... we can just go and..." a dry laugh came out of your throat as you looked at him with narrowed eyes, cutting off his words, "Sure, I'll let you go so you can shout that you found a woman all over Seoul..." Your words were clearly sarcastic, rejecting his suggestion outright, making Jungwon quickly shake his head in an attempt to contradict you, but your gaze was enough to make him stop trying.

"Then you'll have to let us stay here..." the rational sense of Heeseung had left his head when he dared to say those words with a tone of boldness and obviousness as he looked at you with slightly half-closed eyelids, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

It infuriated you, how could he be so arrogant when you could literally kill him at any moment? You looked at him as you let go of Sunghoon and approached him with quickened steps. You grabbed his jaw with one of your hands and roughly lifted his face to look into his eyes while resting your gun on his forehead. Your eyes betrayed your anger, but he seemed too relaxed for his own good, "You better shut the fuck up, because if you don't..." the asshole didn't let you finish as he blatantly interrupted you, "If I don't, what?..." he dared you, not only with his voice, but also with his eyes.

How fucking dare he?

"You're not going to kill us..." he said, his fucking grin getting bigger and bigger, "if you wanted to, we'd all be dead by now from the moment you walked into this room, precious..."

Oh fuck, he couldn't be that fucking arrogant, but he was right, you wouldn't kill them and you hated that he could read you so easily without even knowing you.

You clenched your jaw, wanting to break his ridiculously attractive face, because that was one little detail you hadn't been able to overlook, they were all fucking attractive, but you couldn't afford to think about that when your top priority had to be keeping yourself safe.

You clenched his jaw with your hand, your fingers digging lightly into his skin, causing a small sigh to leave his lips, "You're right, i may not want to kill you...but I'll blow your fucking balls off if you keep spitting shit..." this time he didn't dare interrupt you, instead he seemed to be lost in limbo. His gaze was fixed on your lips as you spoke each word with furious determination....

Fuck, you had fire in you

The formula was simple: danger equals adrenaline, adrenaline equals thrill, and thrill equals arousal. There was no other way to explain why they enjoyed danger so much.

The others were waiting for the scene to unfold in front of them.

So you weren't going to kill them. A relief settled in their chests when they realized that you weren't a bad person, you were just defensive, which was completely normal when seven intruders enter your house in the middle of the night. Jungwon had quickly understood and realized that Heeseung had been the first to notice, that's why he dared to talk to you like that. Now the group was less tense, they trusted their oldest member, they knew that Heeseung wouldn't risk doing something he wasn't completely sure about.

"All right, no need for anyone to get hurt, miss..." Jungwon interrupted what seemed to be a dueling stare between Heeseung and you, his words a little more confident now that Heeseung had taken it upon himself to break through the layer of harsher tension, but still he was being cautious.

Your eyes didn't leave Heeseung's and you didn't take the gun away from his head either, but his words echoed in your head and honestly, you didn't have much of a choice. Curiosity bubbled in your chest, you wondered what to do, you had been alone too long, you remembered nights when you couldn't sleep because you were so scared. Maybe letting them stay was your best option, you knew you were the last woman on earth, you were sure that if you asked them to do something, they would do it without hesitation and maybe they could protect you. Bring you out of your state of loneliness, which seemed to grow with time.

The boys' knees were starting to hurt from kneeling for so long, but the tense situation in the living room was too tense for any of them to try to make a move. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen, including you.

A sigh escaped your lips when you realized that you would have no choice but to let them stay here, but if that was going to happen, it would be under your own rules. You didn't want to be alone anymore, which didn't mean that you were going to blindly trust them overnight, because trust was a luxury you could pay dearly for if you decided to put all your cards on the table.

You let go of Heeseung's face and slowly lowered your gun, your gaze, still quite hard, shifting from him to the other guys as you took your time to study their expressions.

"Alright..I'll let you all stay..." you finally declared and your words were an immediate comfort to the seven men in front of you, but before any of them could say anything you continued "But..." you fell silent for a few seconds, letting the anticipation fill the air "if any of you do anything stupid, i swear...

i will kill you..."

CHAPTER III: "Trust Issues"

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[chessboredom]

Watching western CRK fandom fight online is very interesting and annoying at the same time. They attack people for slightest disagreement and all the evidences they bring up to back up their argument are in many cases straight up misinformation. Many parts of their so called "canon lore" is built upon fandom headcanons and mistranslations.

(Like I can't believe some fans actually think cookies represent races and have canon sexualities. Former was debunked by the officials and latter was never mentioned.)

That's why I was surprised when I found your translation blog. Someone actually recognized the translation problem! The translation quality is quite impressive. As a Korean I know my language isn't easy to translate. There are indeed some errors here and there but your works provide a surprisingly accurate translation. I can't help but be amazed by your dedication.

Also I saw how you were complaining about the VAs so I decided to compare KR and EN version. And I must admit while EN ver is very fun to listen to thanks to their various accents and tones.. The Beasts sound a lot like a silly cartoon villain than they do in the KR version. They sound a lot younger than what I imagined especially shadow milk. I think I understand why some prefer the different versions.

Sorry for the long post Chess! Just wanna say keep up your great work!

OMG 😭😭😭 Daghang salamat sa imo!!(Thank you so much!!) This is such an honor to receive compliments from a Korean like you. 🥺

I'm sorry if your experience with the western side of the fandom is quite annoying/harsh considering their unwanted white savior complex towards things that could be solved peacefully. And as a fellow Asian, I want to be the one who could put you into a different perspective.

I respectfully disagree with you on the race part because they are still representing real races and are inspired from many cultures. It is best that not only you but also everyone would recognize them and depict them correctly to give the cultures and the people respect.

Disclaimer for the next parts: This is not to say that you drop your headcanons because I'm sharing information sourced from Korean. They're fictional cookies. Do whatever you want with them forever.

A lot of English speaking fans rely on the Fandom wiki (English version of Namu wiki.) I don't even trust that much it as a source for characters or lore because it came from mistranslations that mistake so much of characters' names, genders and pronouns.

MANY examples:

Credit to @burningcheese-merchant (9 year long fan of crob) for sharing me these information.

Snow Sugar Cookie has they/them pronouns found in the Fandom wiki, while he's assigned male in Namu wiki.

Angel Cookie has they/them pronouns found in the Fandom wiki, while he's assigned female in Namu wiki.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie's has they/it pronouns found in the Fandom Wiki, while he is assigned male in Namu wiki.

The above left is when Pitaya initially released. They retroactively changed it to erase his pronouns, as shown in the right image, which is the current one.

Longan Dragon Cookie (from CROB) has they/them pronouns found in the Fandom Wiki, while he is assigned male in Namu wiki.

Snake Fruit Cookie (from CROB) has they/it pronouns found in the Fandom Wiki, while she is assigned female in Namu wiki.

(Westerners threw a tantrum over that.)

Cream Unicorn is a male. There's an interview with the character designer confirming it, talking about how they purposely made him look effeminate as a display/exploration of gender nonconformity. (Source)

(This is so based.) (hungry dog meme) Devsis!! More effeminite men please!!)

Caramel Arrow is Brown Sugar in Korean.

Burnt Cheese is Basque in Korean.

Tea Knight is Ceylon Knight in Korean.

Since Korean version doesn't use pronouns, the Korean language infers gender through context.

Ex:

(Korean version) People mistook Pure Vanilla as a girl because of his looks and voice at first until it was mentioned that he used to be a king, confirming that he is a guy.

(En version already had him with a masculine voice making it obvious.)

Hahaha, I do complain a lot. I'm mostly pissed off about how the En localization team described the characters to the voice actors and also giving them mistranlated scripts, so it was never any of the voice actors fault. They're doing a great job, but they were did dirty. U_U EN Shadow Milk more of a silly clown/walmart Bill Cipher than KR Shadow Milk who is more of real and serious jester making them 2 completely different characters. (My friend who also knows a lot about jesters think that Korean Shamil is also the best characterization of jesters in a while.) Also, the last parts with Korean Burning Spice laughing psychotically as he was being attacked by Golden Cheese is my favorite.

[azulsluver]

Can i get yandere Floyd, jade and Azul with reader that keep getting save by rsa student? You know how heroine in most otome gamd usually got saved by this protagonist and fall for them?

I wonder how they will react knowing that the stupid cliche is actually happening and in this one, they're the villain.

My lovely trio! I love cliche scenarios like these, but there’s never a good ending to them in this blog..

You’ve ever seen a jealous Floyd? Now the word jealous and Floyd shouldn’t be in the same sentence. The look on his face is one of disbelief as an rsa student hold you close while checking over your injuries. The pristine white uniform and silky voice is enough for him to get up and personal.

Floyd expects you to pull away. Come back to him by his side so he can snidely tell Prince Charming that you’re alright. Failing to meet these expectations are met with a heavy tension brewing. A fight is bound to happen. If you curry in favor of another’s well being you would get the message, it’s hard not to, not when Floyd is hunching and gritting his teeth.

But to have this done multiple times pisses him off. He doesn’t want to share, it’s his turn to play with you. It honestly overstimulates him a lot, you get your injuries sorted AFTER he’s done.

Whether you put him as the protective type, or he doesn’t actually see you as a person but his ‘thing’ to play until he’s bored. Floyd enjoys reminding you on just why he keeps you around. See, he jabs and nags you like an annoying brother in public, a bit extreme since he has no problem letting you humiliate yourself. But when he’s got you cornered and alone he’s much more needy and serious. Somewhere away from everyone, away from people who sympathize you, give you looks of pity, they don’t matter. And he hates nothing more than people getting into business they shouldn’t bother themselves with.

Jade holds up his hands in fake surrender as you’re swept off your feet and into the arms of another. Not just a student, an rsa student. Jade is caught off guard at being confronted so boldly but easily masks it with a narrowed closed eye smile. He meant no harm, just fun poking. But the student isn’t convinced when you’re practically on the verge of a panic attack.

Annoying. Jade confidently uses his status and height to intimidate people around him. He’s so used to people just watching. Watching and shutting up. But this idiot wasn’t doing either. But he can’t be brash now. Smoothing out his tie, he gets right on to justify his actions. A story that comes out of his mouth is too convincing, and just a small glance towards you he expects you to follow along. He expected one day someone would have the guts to call him out on his cruelty. That’s why he trained you to swallow and nod.

He’s pulling you away from the student with a gentle tug, you’re even heartbroken at how easily they bought it as your face collides with his chest. He’s sorry he’s scared you to death, he’ll brew you some tea and get your favorite snacks, so bury your face in his chest quickly and let out a small okay. You earned yourself a more comfortable day with Jade.

Jade is very, very unhappy with this incident. And many more to come with these snobby rsa students. He won’t let them touch a hair on your head again. As long as you continue to stay by his side, he’s much more kind. Not in the way you would want. The subtle possessiveness is hard to convey under his gentlemen like face.

Where Azul watches from afar in the midst of chaos, he’s more stuck into his studies and work. He refuses to engage with you or those hooligans, whatever happens to you isn’t his problem. Drowning over deals, during times of interrogation he’s more violent and demanding, slipping away from his calm and calculating manner. Just when he thought he could go on with his day, he’s too busy laying in bed with the image of you with a good boy.

An over thinker. Because people don’t help you, he won’t help you, yet it makes him pull at his hair when he recalls your face of shock. Gentleness. It’s almost enough to make him vomit from the sheer stress, if he wasn’t such a stuck up you could look at him just like that. Lean into his touch with a shudder and pout in relief.

It takes a long time before Azul could step up. Snapping at anyone getting close to you or showing an ounce of respect. You learn to fear, fear feeds and he wants to protect you. Azul Ashengrotto wants to keep you. Do you hear how stupid that sounds? He’s a hypocrite, a selfish lowlife who thinks he deserves your affection. But you don’t have much of a choice to begin with.

A tug and push. He’s always indifferent about your sad reality. He wants no trouble but would like to stick his nose in places, but to be outshined through something a child would think of, playing knight in shining armor when he’s no better than the rest. Azul would imagine that it’s he who you could relax around. You’re the only person he has trouble keeping up with his big boss personage. Jealous, jealous, jealous, even he won’t deny it.

[moonydustx]

A not so funny story

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Summary: With Uta controlling everyone and the marine attacking, you needed to contain an unconscious Law who was looking to join the fight. Now, you need to deal with the consequences of him finding out about this.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: blood, Law hurts Reader (not on purpose), they both love each other, but they are idiots who don't know how to talk. Law doesn't know how to express his feelings in this one. Angst, kinda fluff/happy ending.

W/C: 3.6k

A/N: I just saw the movie Red and the idea came to my mind. I need to shake off the rust and get back to writing, I thought it would be a good solution. Despite being linked to the film OP Red, there may be some things that differ from the canon.

For those who haven't seen the film, a spoiler-free context: in the film, we see a singer called Uta, who Bepo is a fan of and, together with Law, go to the show. Problems happen, she puts everyone to sleep and with her power, she manipulates these sleeping people to fight with other people who want to stop her.

italics apply to flashbacks and thoughts

Part 2 | Part 3 (NSFW)

The cold stone beneath you contrasted with your hot, sweaty body. You could feel the wounds burning on your body and if you reached out your hand, you could find the cause of them, your captain.

In the distance, you could hear someone calling your name and it didn't take long for Penguin to appear in your field of vision.

"Are you okay?"

"He gave me a hard time, but I'm fine. And you?" You grumbled, sitting up and taking in your surroundings. Apparently everyone had gone back to sleep.

"We're tired but fine. You're bleeding, do you need any help?"

"Everything is fine." You stood, with his help. "We need to get them out of here, I doubt the marines will miss the chance to catch so many pirates gathered in one place. At the very least, this will end in a fight."

You chose to help carry Bepo back to Polar Tang. Even though he was big, sharing the weight would be much easier than carrying Law alone. As soon as you entered the submarine, you disappeared from sight, leaving all of Uta's fight behind.

"Do you guys need help? I can see some pretty bad injuries from here." Ikkaku approached, already stopping the blood on your forehead. "Are they both okay?"

"We should take them to the infirmary and keep them under observation." you warned, seeing two other crew members carry them out of sight. "Can we get away from the fight?"

"Yeah, off their radar." someone answered you in the background.

"Perfect, keep us at this depth, keep an eye on the radios, any sign of change, if Law hasn't woken up, you look for me." You leaned against one of the tables, trying to ignore some of the pain in your body.

It was supposed to be just a quick show, at least that's what Bepo had said. Unfortunately for Law, he ended up being the polar bear's requested companion.

"Sure you don't want to change places with me?" Law appeared next to you, while you finished cleaning the kitchen.

"No captain, I'll be right here, with my duties." You smiled at him and, despite being frustrated, he let out a sideways smile.

"You know that I'm the captain right? That I can give the order and you have to go and I don't."

"You wouldn't be so mean, would you?" you asked indignantly and on one of the few occasions, you heard him laugh, even if it was low tone. "Captain!"

"I'm kidding. Just keep an eye on everything, okay? Don't let Shachi and Penguin cause any trouble."

"Yes, sir. And you, enjoy the show."

You were almost regretting not accepting the proposal. Law would certainly be much better at containing you and preventing you from getting into a big fight than you would be doing the opposite. But you liked the idea of ​​him trusting you.

"Everything is alright?" Ikkaku took you out of your reverie, noticing your body slightly bent and the blood falling on your forehead.

"Try holding back a furious Trafalgar Law from wanting to get into a fight and tell me if that's okay." You laughed, even though it took some of the air out of you. "Just a few bruises, nothing major."

"Come on, I'll help you take care of this." Ikkaku gently pulled you by the hand.

"Boys, do you deal with them?" you asked and they both nodded. "If Law wakes up, don't say anything to him about our little fight."

"You mean, about the big fucking beating he gave you?" Shachi teased you, earning a push.

"Exactly. He has bigger problems to worry about than dealing with this."

You and Ikkaku headed towards the dorm you shared. Your friend made a point of supporting you at every step, even if you insisted it wasn't necessary. She sat you down on the bed and grabbed a small first aid kit hidden on one of the shelves.

"Why not tell the captain?"

"Outch" you mumbled with one of the stitches she had on your face. "I have a feeling he's not going to like that we got into this fight without his presence."

"I think he'll be more resentful that you were the one who held him back." You laughed at her silly observation, then grumbled with another needle. Damn fight. "Don't act stupid."

"What you mean?"

"I'll let you choose. Between you being the only one who can steal books from him without him complaining or about every time we disembark, you having to be on his side. Should I mention that time he freaked out because Kid wanted to take you to the crew from him?" she laughed to herself, at her own memory. "What do you need to see that he likes you too?"

"And who said I like him?"

"Okay, you still want to keep hiding your feelings for him, just hide it better." she laughed again. It was clear to her - and anyone else who saw - that there was something between the two of you. You just prefer not to feed this illusion. "Still, I agree that he won't like all this one bit. Let's try to keep out of his sight."

Law was still trying to assimilate everything that happened. Uta's show had turned into a war scene and in the end, even he had become a puppet. That idea would haunt him for a long time.

Despite recent events, Polar Tang was quiet, too quiet. He could hear some buzzing, nothing he could identify. Another thing he couldn't place was you. The last time he saw you, he had tried to bargain for your presence at the show, even though he had asked to change places with you, he didn't think the idea of ​​going with you was bad. You'd probably hate the song, but he'd enjoy your sarcastic comments about any awkward situation. A small laugh crossed his lips when he thought about what you would say to see little Bepo.

At dinner, he observed Shachi, Penguin and Bepo, talking to each other. The concerned expressions denoted the seriousness of the matter, but that could come later. Even though he slept through it all, he still felt tired.

At lunch the next day, again, nothing from you. Ikkaku was also missing. It was impossible for the two of them to have disappeared together and without any justification. He tried not to think about the worst-case scenarios, but no matter how much he denied it, he wasn't such an optimistic person.

It only took a few seconds of your three companions stalling for him to know that you and Ikkaku were up to something or had already been up to something. He left them behind, following with firm steps to your room.

"I didn't see you two at lunch or yesterday at dinner, I wanted to know..." you two found Law leaning against the door of your room. His relaxed position disappeared in seconds when he looked at where Ikkaku's hand joined your forehead. "What happened?"

"Just a few scratches, nothing major." your colleague replied before you could open your mouth. She knew - actually, you weren't that good at hiding it - about your feelings and how easily you could wrap your head around your own words.

"Yeah, they're from yesterday, some scratches." you tried to complement, the captain's serious expression made it clear that that hadn't helped at all.

"Nothing much and that's why you haven't shown up since yesterday?" he grumbled and before he could continue his lecture, he felt his body being pushed forward, with Bepo, Shachi and Penguin falling beside him. "What the fuck?"

"We just wanted to know if you already know that she was the one..." before the bear finished speaking, the other two covered his mouth.

The grey eyes trailed from you to Ikkaku, to the group lying next to him, and back to you again. The small stress that was forming inside Law turned into concern when he saw the small trickle of blood dripping from your eyebrow.

It only took a few moments away for you to appear like that and he would never tolerate that, you didn't need to know about his feelings or how he was already thinking about taking revenge on whoever had done that, he would deal with it after taking care of your wound .

"Everyone out." you made to follow Ikkaku, stopping a few meters away. "Not you, I need to see this."

The door to the small room knocked subtly behind Law, who waited for a few seconds to approach you. The two of you already had a considerable height difference, but when you felt Law's cold, tattooed fingers on your chin, you felt even smaller. He turned both sides of your face, despite the cold touch, you could feel your skin burn beneath his fingers.

"You're warm, but I don't see any trace of infection." Not this one, you thought. "Give me the name?"

"Name?"

"Which idiot did this?" he replied without much patience, his fingers leaving your face behind.

"This is going to be a funny story." you laughed, stopping immediately when you saw him look deep into your eyes, his expression serious in an almost irritating way.

"Someone decided to hurt one of my crew. I don't think it's such a funny story. Who did it?"

"Captain of the Heart Pirates, Trafalgar Law." your answer didn't seem to catch him instantly, with each word that left your mouth, you could see him getting paler and paler. "I believe you already know, but Uta managed to control everyone who was asleep to attack the pirates and the marines and with that, you and Bepo were also controlled. The boys held Bepo and I had to deal with you, but everything is fine. "

"They told me about Bepo..." he seemed lost for words, taking a certain distance from you and leaning on the small table in your room. "So you restrained me, alone?"

"You, actually Uta, didn't have access to your Devil Fruit powers, it ended up being easier. After all, our mission was just to keep you two away from the navy." you explained, leaning on the opposite side to where he was, seeing his crestfallen expression. "Like I said, it's okay captain."

"Where else did I hurt you?" the question took you by surprise, making it difficult to hide your reaction. "I know my strength, I have a feeling it wasn't just that. I could see it myself, but I trust you, so please."

With your fists clenched and your gaze following your every step, Law could see your hand go to your ribs, along with a grumble, as you bent down to pick up a small cloth and fill it with something that smelled similar to alcohol. As much as he noticed you trying hard, he could see you limping. He watched you smear the contents on one of your cheeks and your arm, revealing some bruises.

You stopped in front of him, letting him analyze. Despite the pain throughout your body, Law's proximity was almost like an anesthetic. If he stayed there, you wouldn't mind spending the day under his gaze. Law took your arm, gently sliding his fingers under the bruise, watching you flinch in discomfort. His hands practically put your arm back in place and placed themselves on the zipper of your jumpsuit.

Your hands placed themselves next to his, pulling the device and opening the entire piece. Of all the times he had dreamed of touching your skin, none had felt like this. He liked to imagine how soft it would be, to think about how your body would shiver, to feel with his own lips every piece of exposed skin, while he heard you ask for more. All the purple spots he had dreamed of leaving on your skin were nothing like the one he saw. Thoughts would need to be put aside at that moment.

His hand knocked down one side of your jumpsuit, showing the large bruise on your rib, which made him hold his breath for a few seconds.

"What else?" his voice was barely audible. He knew there was more to it, but he didn't want to be invasive.

"Just this cut." you took off the other strap of your jumpsuit and let it fall below your waist, showing the wound on your thigh. It wasn't that big, but when you both looked at the place, you understood where all the warmth in your body was coming from. "Shit. It wasn't like this last time I looked." actually it was, you just wanted to spare him the worry.

You adjusted your jumpsuit, leaving the top hanging around your waist. Your eyes searched for Law's, but he seemed to be far away, even just a few centimeters away. For some time, he didn't say anything. His eyes followed one point you had shown and others, looking for other signs. His hands prostrated in front of his body, why had he done that? Why hurt you?

"Law?"

"I...I..." the words seemed stuck somewhere inside him. His hands placed themselves next to your face, a gesture you hadn't received from him yet. "I don't know how to apologize. Forgive me, I didn't want any of this to happen."

"No need, Law, really. I was doing what any of us would do, taking care of our crew, taking care of our captain."

Again the words seemed to have escaped him. He just wished he could hold you and apologize a thousand times, hold you there and heal every little part of you and never allow anything to hurt you again. Some conscious side of him screamed in the background that this wasn't anyone's fault, but the sound seemed so far away to hear, while the picture of what he had done was so close to him.

A few seconds passed, his hands were still on your face, while you just enjoyed the awkward affection you received. He didn't know how to deal with that feeling, it was a guilt like he had never felt. Along with a fear, a need to see you well. There were too many things to deal with and at that moment, he chose to be the most rational one.

"It's infected and may have broken something." Law let his medical side take control of the situation. "Room. Shambles."

Before you even noticed the blue dome surrounding you, the two of you had already been transported to the infirmary. You remained standing in your place as you watched the captain hurriedly walk around the room, collecting some materials and before you could try to get on the stretcher, the two of you were already being taken to another place.

The table full of books, the small window of the Polar Tang showing some little orange fish passing by outside, a cozy bed, even with the sheets spread out. That definitely wasn't your room. You watched Law leave the materials on the table and reach Kikoku. You saw the blue dome again, this time, you knew that he was using his powers to confirm that you had indeed presented all your injuries to him.

"I was worried about your rib, but apparently it was just the bruise. Now about your leg, I may need to redo those stitches and medicate you. I can't let the infection spread."

You knew he was nervous, bordering on anxious, but you had known him long enough to know that stopping him from treating you would be even worse. You had chosen to hide your injuries so that Law wouldn't feel guilty, now that he knew, you didn't have much else to do.

"Law." you called out to him carefully, as he prepared the medication. "Do you mind if I bathe first?"

"Sure, I mean, no problem. Just wait a second." He walked away from the table and piled up some things, which he handed into your hand. "Here's my towel, I also left some clothes in case you want to use them, if you don't want to, that's okay. I can ask Ikkaku..."

"This is perfect, thank you Law." you hugged the small bundle of clothes close to your body.

"Room." again, in a matter of seconds, you were at the bathroom door. "I'm sorry, but your leg is really hurt, you shouldn't force it while walking."

"Okay" unlike the time he had taken you to the infirmary, now he had transported you close to each other, which made the air disappear from your lungs. "Can you wait for me? I mean, you said I wouldn't I should force my leg and..."

"I'll be outside, just call me and I'll be here." Please call me, Law's inner voice practically screamed.

Your shower was much quicker than you expected. Just knowing that he was waiting for you outside made butterflies fight in your stomach. You gently dried your body and took the clothes he had given you. Something that looked like shorts - it might have been underwear, but you didn't worry about that right now - and a black button-down shirt. As soon as you button the last button, you can pay attention to the smell of the fabric. Something soft, woody, you wondered if that was his scent.

"Law?" All it took was a small call and he soon entered the bathroom. Not as discreetly as he expected, his eyes roamed your body. "Can you help me?"

"Of course" your feet left the floor, giving you a few seconds to assimilate that he had picked you up and carried you back to the room. He hadn't done this before, but you preferred to just enjoy the sensation, locking your arms around his neck.

With a few steps inside the room, he placed you lying on the bed, pulling a rod further to the side, only then did you notice the hanging IV.

Law bent down, reaching your arm level, cleaning it with a small piece of cotton. He looked at the wound on your leg. In silence, he cleaned the area and took some bandages, placing them across the entire length of the wound. The contrast between your warm skin and his cold hands was strangely comfortable. You wished they would last a little longer there.

"I think we can leave these stitches for another day, but I need you to take this medicine. It's an antibiotic, the infection is small, but I'd rather take care of it soon." He pulled the small needle, seeing your face pale. "I'm sorry darling, but it's the best option we have."

Darling.

That word would echo in your mind for a long time. The fear of the needle that was about to come into contact with your skin eased when you saw the care he took with each gesture.

"Just don't look, okay?" He waited for you to close your eyes. "Just a few seconds and that's it. You'll feel sleepy, but that's normal. As soon as you wake up, I'll bring you something to eat."

He got up and started to adjust the pillows on the bed, the ones that were around and under you. His hands rested around your body, his body was on top of yours, even without any immediate contact. It was inevitable not to get lost in his eyes, or see him do the same with yours. You would like to engrave that in your memory, forever.

"Are you comfortable?" his face still had the same tense expression from the first moment he found you in the room.

"I am, I promise." you replied, in a burst of courage, you brought your hand to his face, touching his cheek. "Law, what worries you so much?"

He walked away, sitting at the foot of the bed. You just straightened up so you could look at him. His tattooed hands took off his hat, fingers tangling against the dark strands.

"I can't deal with the fact that I did this. I did this to you. Of all the people that could have been there, I hurt you." he grumbled, turning so he could look at you. "You do not understand."

"Actually, I understand." your answer left him stunned for a few seconds. "But don't blame yourself, you didn't choose this, captain"

"I know, but at the same time..." he huffed, trying to find the right words, which scratched his insides every time he looked at your scourged face. "You understand me, huh? I mean, I don't just see you as a crew member and something tells me you don't just see me as your captain. And knowing that of all the things that could have happened, I hurt you. I promise compensate you for everything."

"About what you said, about what we see in each other." your thought was interrupted by a long yawn. "What should we do about this?" You made to get up, but the IV attached seemed to transmit drowsiness straight to your body. Your eyes were already starting to get heavy.

"That we can deal with this later. You took care of me, now it's my duty to take care of you. For that, you need to rest." His hands reached yours, giving a slight laugh when he saw you fighting with your own eyes, wanting to leave them open. "I promise not to hurt you again or let anyone else hurt you."

Before you fall asleep for good, you can feel his lips on your hand.

[brookediamonds]

she was wearing white, and he was like, 'i might be in trouble' | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

prequel to 'the reason why i smile'

Summary: As the newest student to Miyagi-Do, you're the shiny new toy everyone wants to see and play with. Unfortunately for them, you didn't have quite the bubbly personality, but one person who loves a challenge, finds out for himself what lies beneath the hard exterior of yours.

Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: None, cursing, fluff, fighting (karate)

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Axel couldn't believe his eyes. You stood in front of the class, dressed in your white Miyagi-Do gi, with an emotionless look on your face as Sensei LaRusso introduced you to the team.

When your eyes landed on him, he swallowed the lump in his throat. He thought you were the prettiest girl he'd ever laid eyes on, and there you were, directed to go fall in next to him.

"Welcome!" He greets you with a big smile. It doesn't phase Axel when you barely spare a glance towards him, and nod in return. He loved a challenge.

The next few weeks, your paired with him to spar and it takes everything inside you not to be annoyed because why was this kid always asking you questions?

"Do you have any favorite bands?"

You huffed trying to keep focus on attacking your opponent while still answering his question. "The Strokes."

"I don't think I've listened to them all that much, maybe you can give me a few songs to listen to," he babbles, effortlessly blocking your two strikes.

"Fine," you agree, "focus!"

He laughs lightly before you manage to sneak in a 'ashi barai' foot sweep, and landing a point in the middle of his chest.

"Nice, (Y/n)!" Miguel comments from behind you. Axel is staring up at you in awe, completely mesmerized by the way you were able to take him down.

"I'll make you that list," you smirk at the boy on the grass, walking away as he processed what had just happened.

Miguel ran up to him, offering a hand to stand up.

"You okay?" He asks the awe-struck boy, helping him sit up.

"I think I just fell in love," Axel confesses his eyes searching for you.

"With the new girl?" Miguel questions. "She just kicked your ass."

"Exactly," Axel exhales seeing you take a sip from your water flask.

When it's time to call it a day, you find yourself waiting for your mom to pick you up at the exit of the dojo.

Axel see's this, and takes this opportunity to talk with you.

"Need a ride?" He asks coming up to your side.

"My mom is on her way," you say adjusting your gym bag on your shoulder. "Thanks though."

Axel nods slightly disappointed, and continues to walk to his car. Your phone buzzes in your hand, it's a text from your mom.

She was stuck in traffic and wouldn't be there for another thirty minutes. The sun was nearly all the way down, and you didn't want to stay out in this cool weather for the next half hour.

"Axel!" You call out to the tall boy. He stood by the drivers side of his car, his head snapping up.

You hastily walk over to him tucking your hair behind your ears.

"I could use a ride if the offer still stands," you say a soft blush rising your cheeks. Axel smiled widely pressing the key to his car for a second time so the passenger side could unlock.

"Of course!" He responds running over to your side, opening the door for you. You can't help the small smile on your face at his manners, carefully getting into his vehicle.

He closes the door behind you, going back to his side and sliding in.

"Type in your address," Axel hands you his phone, apple maps already open for you. You quickly type in your address along with something else he would soon appreciate.

You sent a text to your mom telling her she can meet you back at the house, you were getting a ride from a friend.

"Thanks for this, my mom is stuck on the highway," you explain placing his phone on the small holder in his vents.

"It's no problem," he assures you beginning to drive off. "Are you hungry? I can stop by something on the way."

You can't help but feel a warmth spread through you at his kindness, you had been so cold towards him and here he was offering you food.

"My mom is making dinner tonight," you inform him. "But thanks."

"Is it just you and your mom?" He asks quickly glancing over at you.

"Yeah," you sigh scooting slightly down in your seat. "My dad and brother live in Ojai."

"Is that where you're from?"

You nod silently, your parents divorce still somewhat fresh. They had separated for years but finally decided to part ways recently, landing you here in The Valley.

"Are you from here? Your accent," you motion to his mouth making him smile.

"No," he confirms. "Europe, my parents are doing business here in California."

"When did you move here?" You quiz him.

Each question evolved into another, Axel throughly explaining each one with you listening thoughtfully, completely intrigued.

When he pulls up to your home, you're still staring him taking in the words that fell from his lips.

"Thanks again for the ride," you give him a genuine closed mouth smile making his heart stutter.

"Anytime," he says hands tapping against the steering wheel. Before you can close the door, he says "wait!"

You raise an eyebrow, reopening the door slightly. Axel's mouth gaps, the question he wants to ask you, not coming out.

He wants to ask for your number, and continue to get to know you. But you were quiet, he knows you still have a guard up and he didn't want slow the progress he's made with you today.

"Never mind," he shook his head. "See you tomorrow."

"See you later," you say closing the door. He waits for you to enter the house before driving off.

Later that night, Axel is doing his homework, or at least attempting to while thinking about you.

He was remembering the way he your (e/c) eyes stayed focus on the side of his face while he responded to your questions, not leaving a single detail out, and the way you nodded as he talked, letting him know you were listening.

He's caught off guard when his phone buzzed on his desk, a text notification popping up on his screen. He furrows his eyebrows together as he notices it's an unknown number.

When he unlocks his phone, he's taken by surprise when it's a homemade playlist on Apple Music.

And it's from you.

(Y/n): Here, to get you familiar. If you like them, I might have to introduce you to Arctic Monkeys, maybe Cage The Elephant.

Axel fell in love twice that day.

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As time passed, you found yourself enjoying Axel's company, so much so you looked for him at school.

One of those days, your walking down the stairs with Hawk, listening to him ramble about a new video game that just came out when he says something extremely funny making you laugh.

Hawk glances over at you as you shake with laughter, this new noise coming from you surprising him and the others around you. Including Axel whom trailed behind you.

"(Y/n), is that you laughing?" You hear. Peeking back, you see Axel grinning down at you. "It's so...perfect," he grins.

You roll your eyes playfully, a scoff falling from your lips.

"Shut up," you mutter turning your back to him once again.

He made it his life's mission to hear that laugh again.

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There's a rare random Friday where the Sensei's decide to give the kids a day off and enjoy their weekend.

As the final bell rang for your last class, you make your way out of the classroom and search the halls for a tall Croatian boy. When you spot his golden brown hair, you mentally smile noticing it's tousled end of day look, just how you liked it.

"Hey," you greet Axel casually.

"Hey!" He gives you his famous grin as you fall into step with each other.

"You doing anything with your free night?" You ask casually.

"I'm trying to decide what I'm gonna do for dinner tonight, my parents are going to a dinner party for my father's business," Axel says. You could work with that.

"Do you wanna try that pizza place off Encino?" You proposition.

Axel nods, completely unaware what you're asking him, and what your intentions are.

"Yeah! Miguel says it's really good," he says, excited to finally try the pizza place he passes on his way to the dojo.

"Cool, we can meet there around six?" You suggest fiddling with your car keys.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" He offers. "You're on my way."

You realize you are in fact on his way to the place and nod in agreement.

"If you don't mind," you say lightly. Axel notices the tiniest sincerity in your voice that he doesn't hear very often making him giddy.

"Of course not," he insists. "I'll text you when I'm there."

"Don't be late," you say flatly making him smile. There's that charm he knows and loves.

You two part your ways for the afternoon, each heading home to get ready for tonight.

Normally your attire is casual, jeans, crop tops, sweatshirts, converse. Tonight you wanted to try.

It doesn't surprise you when Axel doesn't text you but instead gets down from his car, rings your doorbell, and waits outside like the gentlemen he is.

Axel feels his heart begin to thump in his chest when you open your door revealing your beautiful self. 'That's a new sweater' he notices.

The way the white cashmere top fell off your left shoulder, revealing your glowing skin made him swoon internally.

"You're early," you point out, stepping out and locking the door behind you.

"I wanted to avoid traffic, didn't want to risk being late for you," he explains. "Can't have you bailing on me."

You chuckle turning back to face him. "I wouldn't."

The both of you head towards his car, as per usual, he opens the passenger door for you, closing it softly once you get in. Learning to reciprocate the same manners, you reach over the counsel and open the door for him.

The car ride is filled with a comfortable silence, your newest playlist you curated for Axel playing in the background. Glancing over at you, Axel notices something different about you.

It's not a bad different by any means, but he can't quite place what it is.

Your lips are painted with a pink gloss, and the way your hair style went from straight to curled since he last saw you at school made him a little confused.

Not to mention the car was filled with a vanilla scent that lingered from you, it was heavenly to him.

"You look nice," he says sincerely, breaking the silence.

You're caught off guard, noticing his eyes fall to your exposed collarbone.

"Thank you," you respond quietly. It was the first time Axel ever heard you sound so vulnerable.

Axel smiles to himself, enjoying your music and relishing in your perfume.

It's when you're both sat across from one another, having just placed your order, that Axel realizes what was happening.

You were being nice, laughing at his jokes more than usual, sharing just a little more of your thoughts and opinions. The effort behind your subtle but elevated look. You were trying.

"So...what's the occasion?" Axel inquires as you take a bite of your pizza.

You raise your eyebrows, placing your slice back down on the plate to take a sip of your soda. "What do you mean?" Your words are innocent.

"Don't take this wrong way then I say this, you look beautiful everyday," he begins his words making your blush. "But tonight you look like you're dressed to impress."

"Maybe I am," you shrug avoiding his eyes.

"Oh," He grins, his heart doing backflips. "Should I be jealous of who ever you're trying to impress?"

A playful smirk comes across your lips as you pick up your pizza, taking another bite.

"This is a date isn't it?" He draws together, his smile never faltering.

"Date, hanging out, whatever," you attempt to play off. "Don't be weird."

Axel laughs softly, leaning back against the booth, his eyes still fixed on you with an amused glint.

"I'm honored," he spoke completely infatuated by the situation.

You rolled your eyes, the same smile tugging at your lips as you tried to hide behind your normal careless attitude. "You're annoying."

"Yeah, but you like me anyway," he teases grabbing another slice of the pepperoni pie placed between you two.

"Debatable," you snort at his accusation.

"I don't know, the way you've been looking at me recently says otherwise," he taunts you playfully.

"Right, like I haven't noticed the way you smile when I knock you on your ass at the dojo," you push back wiping away at the grease on the slice you grabbed.

"What can I say, I love a woman that can kick my ass," Axel deflects with a cheeky grin before taking a big bite out of his pizza.

"I can't stand you," you can't hold back the laughter that Axel loves to hear.

"But yet, here you are, on a date with me," he grins shooting you a wink.

"That I am," you admit stubbornly picking at the pepperoni.

It was the start of something you hadn't fully anticipated when you first arrived, Axel couldn't be more opposite of you. But it's also what you liked about him.

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I LOVE YOU! 愛してる! 사랑해!

sungho x fem!reader (ft. mild instigator!taesan and mistaken!woonhak)

GENRE: pure unedited fluff! SUMMARY: Sungho keeps avoiding you... so why is he confessing to you in Japanese? WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used one time | highschool!au but you can ignore that most of the time | this is my world and overtly self-insert so reader doesn't speak japanese and takes chinese in school NOTES: everyone say thank you boynextdoor for the fantastic comeback! seriously though, all their songs are so good i cant even believe it also no proofreading we post like god intended. WC: 2.2k (woww)

It was all Woonhak’s fault—that’s what Sungho thought, at least. He set up the damned snowball fight after all. 

The first time you saw—really saw—Sungho was when you cast a snowball at him and the icy contents landed right in his face and froze him when they snuck through his coat down his neck. You’re not sure why he didn’t block it, you saw him evade others thrown with far less warning and far more force. Instead, he stood with a ready snowball in his gloved hand. That’s the problem—he stood. He just stared at you as your attack wet his brown hair and dropped between his collar and his neck. You had met Sungho a handful of times, but when you did you didn’t speak to him much at all. He was kind of quiet and there were plenty of other mutual friends around for you to chat with, so you didn’t press it. He was pretty, of course, but that alone wasn’t enough for you to individually pursue him. Plus, anytime you showed up it’s like he suddenly had somewhere else to be. You eventually assumed he just didn’t like you all that much, and that was fine. A little disappointing, but fine. After your attack, his expression didn’t change, save for his eyebrows which raised a little. The poor boy looked like he had seen a ghost. You would have put more thought into it if another friend of yours, Taesan, cruelly dared you to a fire—or, snow—fight by crashing an icy cold ball of snow right onto your head. Almost as fast as Sungho had come to the front of your conscious, you were taken away again. The image of him, however, was burned into your mind. Why did he look at you like that? Why did he not react? How did he look so perfect? Those were some pretty frequent thoughts, though the last one you tried to ignore. Regardless, it kept coming back. The image of his soft brown hair, long for the boys your age, sprinkled with snow and his surprised, slightly parted lips came to you at the most inconvenient times.

—

The second time you saw Sungho, he was sitting on an uncomfortable plastic chair on the slightly raised wooden stage of your auditorium, his navy guitar slotted in his hands, about to start another song to the cheers of the small audience that had gathered during their free period. You remember him prefacing the song with something along the lines of ‘this is a work-in-progress,’ he tsked, ‘so it’s not done yet, but I hope you like it so far.’ You join the group on the periphery, smiling and nodding along to the song he starts. His voice rings clear around the room as he strums the hook. His hair falls just over his eyes that close when he starts singing the lyrics. You shoo away the thought that tells you he looks handsome—really handsome, especially in his element with the music swirling around him. It makes no sense, but when you look at him you want to talk to him. You want to ask him what inspired him to write it, you want to ask him how he got into music, you want to ask him. The song is heartfelt throughout, but the lyric that sticks with you is ‘yeah, I’ve got it bad,’ because that’s the line that preceded the chorus, the tentative chorus in which he critically screwed up when he saw you. You swear it was like his brain stopped for a minute when he saw you swaying along. Wrong chord, wrong lyric, wrong chord, again. You could feel the glances being exchanged by the confused crowd. After he tore his eyes away from you, he barely got it together for the end of the in-progress work. You looked to Woonhak, a few people to your left, and he just shrugged. The song was good, but still, you couldn’t quite figure out what was up with Sungho.

—

The third time you saw Sungho, you barely saw him at all. This was because of the open door, the paper thin walls of your classroom, and Sungho’s loud voice that fills whatever space he’s in. You infer that that’s how he is normally—‘normally’ meaning specifically not around you. It’s beneficial here, though. You were mercifully sitting against the interior wall and took the golden opportunity to rest your head and take a break from thinking so hard about… well, lots of things. Classes, new collectables, what you were going to have for dinner, you know what it’s like. It was Taesan’s, not Sungho’s, voice that broke you from your cursory peace. Taesan’s voice is certainly loud, especially when he’s surprised.

“You’re joking!” Taesan said and was quickly shushed by Sungho. It appeared to just be the two of them. It was strange—you were friends with most of Sungho’s friends, but barely friends with Sungho himself at all.

“Quiet down! I’m not kidding.” Sungho groaned, and you heard a clunk against the wall your ear was against, so you assumed he was leaning too. “This is just what I’m like, I don’t know what to do at all. I’ve got it really bad.” Taesan laughed at his friend’s complaint. It’s funny, that line was almost the same thing he said in the song. “It’s not funny.” He sighed. He was scolding Taesan, but you feel yourself frown as if he could hear your thoughts about his recurring phrase.

“It’s a little funny.” Taesan presses him. Sungho does not sound like he thinks it's funny.

“I’m being serious, Taesan. She’s all I ever want to think about.” Your ears perk up at the mention of a pronoun. Sungho has a crush? That’s news to you, at least. You mean, maybe it could be something else, but it damn sounds like he has a crush. This makes your heart twist in a way that you are highly uncomfortable with. “Everything's a mess, I’m all over the place. I can’t figure this… this thing out.” He laments. You kind of get it, though. Something you don’t get, however, is the way you hope he doesn’t figure it out. The part you refused to think about was that you didn’t want him to like someone else. God, you hadn’t even spoken to this boy. This is pathetic. You tore your ear away from the wall and covered your ears. Out of sight—or, earshot—out of mind, that’s how it works right? Apparently not, because even after you can’t hear him and that moment gets farther in the past, you think about him. Why can’t you stop thinking about him? This is so stupid.

—

The Friday that Sungho came to school late with his hair sticking up and wearing wrinkled clothes was, counterintuitively, the day you found him the most attractive yet. He sat down after whispering a hushed apology to your frowning teacher. He wasn’t even wearing his contacts, and he always wore his contacts. His glasses framed his face nicely, you decided. You looked back down at your paper as quickly as you looked up at the latecomer entering your classroom. It was hard to focus on your work for the rest of the day. In your Mandarin class, you bombed your quiz. How do you even write that character? You had no idea. All of the sudden, ‘高’ only made you think of Sungho and his stupid broad shoulders and not at all if there’s a hook at the bottom or not. Damn you, Sungho! You got what he meant by the lyrics in the song he had played in the auditorium. You got it bad. As you glanced out the window, you saw the very beginning of the budding cherry blossoms. They look so happy, all bunched up together and starting to bloom in hues of soft pink.

They look the same as you exit from the main door, pink and falling and beautiful. You pause outside those doors, taking in the sight. The trees are pretty, even against the gray sky. You feel more like the gray sky, conflicted. Especially so because you heard Sungho tell Taesan that he “couldn’t take it anymore,” and was “going to tell her today.” That certainly dampened your mood. Not that you have any skin in the game, but you secretly hope that he finds a reason not to. 

You hear a commotion near the doors, and see Sungho rather unceremoniously shoved out of the door by, by the looks of it, more than one set of arms. He looks like a deer in headlights, but starts moving anyway. You watch him, puzzled, before he starts walking over… to you. Behind him, you see Woonhak’s face poke out of the door frame before he looks to be pulled back by someone. You turn your attention back to Sungho, and realize you weren’t mistaken at all. He was walking towards you, holding something behind his back. A slight smile plays on his nervous lips as he closes the remaining distance between you, and you can’t help but glance around to see if this is some kind of joke. He was “going to tell her today.” Is he serious? Are you dreaming?

“What is it?” You ask, though you’re not quite sure why you’re asking or what you hope the answer is. He says nothing, simply extending a hand from behind his back and presenting you with a neatly folded piece of white printer paper. The ink on the inside bled through, slightly visible on the back.

“Aishiteru. Open it.” He encourages you and rolls his bottom lip in his teeth. You had watched him long enough—not in a stalkerish way! Just… in the way that you like looking at his face—to know that this is the face he makes solving a difficult equation. You also know enough about Japanese to recognize the romantic nature of his initial phrase. Why the hell is he speaking to you in Japanese? Regardless, if you weren’t blushing already, you definitely felt heat creeping up to your cheeks now. Doing as he instructs, you gingerly open the folded paper like it’s an artifact that could disintegrate if you so much as touched the paper the wrong way. 

It doesn’t disintegrate, but it might as well have. You stare at what’s written with a blank face. You recognize every other character (your Chinese teacher would be proud), but this is definitely not Chinese. You do recognize the swirling nature of what’s written, however. You furrow your eyebrows, why the hell does Sungho think you speak Japanese? Why is he writing to you in Chinese? Now you’re more confused than nervous. The butterflies in your stomach have settled, evidently asking the same questions you are.

“Sungho,” his name isn’t a question, but it comes out sounding like one, “I can’t read Japanese.” You hold up the paper to him as if he didn’t know it was in Japanese, and he looks absolutely petrified as your words hit him.

“Really?” His voice comes out high-pitched, and he clears his throat. “I mean, you actually don’t speak Japanese?” His register is back to normal, and now he sounds just as confused as you.

“I take Chinese, who told you I take Japanese? What does this even say, anyway?” A smile tugs at your lips. Oh, Sungho. He’s not stupid, you don’t think, maybe it was Woonhak who told him. Woonhak could probably mistake Chinese for Japanese. It could’ve been Jaehyun.

He groans, “Woonhak did.” This satisfies the first part of your question, but he seems hesitant to answer the second part. You raise your eyebrows, prompting him, “well, this is super lame,” what you don’t know is that he internally curses himself, Taesan had told him ‘no self-deprecating statements,’ oops, “but I thought it would make the way I told you unique.”

“Told me what?” You cock your head. The butterflies are back. Thanks to Taesan, you have a sneaking suspicion of what it is, but you refuse to celebrate until you get confirmation. It’s like in debate (your friend had told you way too much), you can think you won the most rounds but you can’t say you won anything until you’re officially told so. It’s like that.

I love you! 愛してる! 사랑해!

“I like you. I like you a lot. I’ve got it really bad.” He smiles and you think your heart might melt or explode, you’re not sure which feels more imminent. You’ve been told you won. It’s like a big weight has been lifted. The cherry blossoms look pinker.

“That’s what you wrote in the song!” You remember, hoping that he’ll be impressed you were paying attention.

“Yeah,” he says sheepishly, rubbing his neck, “that was about you.” It might be the best sight you’ve ever seen. This kind, handsome boy telling you he wrote a whole song about you. “It’s finished now, I can play it if you want… is that embarrassing?” He’s asking for reassurance, and, oh, do you give him reassurance. Reassurance comes in the form of putting your arms around him. Actions speak better than words—that’s your reasoning, at least.

“That’s not embarrassing. That’s cute.” You tell him, though your words are slightly muffled since you’re not speaking directly to him anymore. The butterflies in your stomach cheer you on as you muster all the courage you can find in the deep crevices of your heart and mind, “I like you too, Sungho.” You tell him, and you can hear his heart beating through his coat.

FINAL NOTES: yippee!!! going to a debate tournament wont post for a few days love you mwah

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i've been dealing w/ a lot lately and wanted to write something nice so. enjoy.

SLASHERS w/ A GN! S/O WHO IS DEALING WITH DEPRESSION & ANXIETY

MICHAEL MYERS

"I just don't feel like doing anything..."

Michael gives you space if you ask for it but will still stand and watch you from the corner of the room

He's not the most outwardly affectionate person but you can tell he's worried when he comes over to squeeze your wrist once or twice

And you can tell he's worried sick when he points at the television as an invitation to watch a movie with him

He'll let you cuddle against him and he plays with your hands or hair and actually does hold you back

(It's not that he's NOT affectionate, just not usually like this)

The two of you can spend all day watching silly tv shows and movies to make you laugh

Every day may not be good, but there is something good in every day.

LESLIE VERNON

"Oh my god, Leslie, I think I'm having a panic attack."

Your hands are shaking so bad, you're sweating cold, and your vision is starting to get spotty as he hurries over to catch you

He rocks you through it, sits you down on the floor, and keeps you close to his chest while running his fingers down your arm or through you hair

Leslie's voice is soft and grounding as he tries to talk you back down

When you're finally able to breath again, you break down into such guttural sobs that he just holds you and rocks you gently

He lets you stay over at his house, you two get your favorite for dinner, and he reminds you that if you ever need to talk, he's there

After watching a movie, you talk to him about it. About how everything feels so overwhelming, how you feel helpless and out of control, and how you feel alone. He listens, really listens. And right now, that's all you really need: to just talk it out with someone

Even the darkest hour only has 60 minutes.

STU MACHER & BILLY LOOMIS

"I feel like everything is going wrong."

Stu happily listens to you vent about your problems and tries to drag you out on walks or to see movies or something

Definitely the type of guy to take you to amusement parks to give you constant dopamine hits

Billy, in contrast, will give you solutions to your problems and gives you space

He's not the most emotional guy so he tries to give you space to sort out your thoughts

So you've got a good balance!

Whenever they catch you starting to spiral again, Stu will go grab you a drink or a blanket while Billy tries to talk you down, reminding you that your problems are temporary and you will be okay

You've survived everything up till this point. You will continue to survive.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

"Do you hate me?"

Honestly, Vincent is surprised you could even think that!

But he understands how your mind works at this point so he takes you aside and opens the floor for you to talk

Everything just spills out. Small things he may have done on accident that just began to pile up, larger things that have just added to weighing you down, everything

Anyone else would think you were blaming him for your problems but he didn't see it that way. He saw you finally cracking and asking for his help to fix things

He can't magically solve everything for you but he supports you, showers you in hugs and kisses, and starts talking to Bo about maybe driving you out of Ambrose every so often to see someone about your mental health

You're grateful for his help. Everything feels so much less overwhelming when you have someone to hold hands with while you try to get help

Small, baby steps each day add up to huge, giant leaps over time. Don't give up.

LESTER SINCLAIR

"I think everyone hates me."

Lester's head snaps around and catches you staring down at your phone with wet, sorrowful eyes

You break down when he hugs you, spilling everything about a fight with your friends that left you scared. Not sad - scared

That's what sets off alarm bells in his head. He puts your phone aside and listens to you talk, vent, cry, anything you need

You're afraid. Afraid of what your friends said, worried about what they might tell others, and a petrifying anxiety that you'll end up alone

But Lester reminds you if they do that, then they were never really your friends to begin with

He peppers your face in kisses and reminds you that, no matter what, he will always love and care for you. Even if the whole world was against you, you'd always have him Jonesy comes and sits in your lap, licking your face and hands as she tries to smother you in her love as well!

Don’t dwell on those who hold you down. Instead, cherish those who helped you up.