#Please stop calling me that - ak

[thekenobee]

I can see, your running a blog of great quality

I mean I can now finally fill the lack of Russell Crowe characters on my dash, so THANK YOU.

Also expect me to drop in in your asks/messages to talk about fandoms.

And, if you haven't try watching Mystery, Alaska. You can thank me later...

#sorry not sorry for bothering you and promtoting my fave movie

OMG HI, YOU BEAUTIFUL OP WHO FUELS MY OBSESSION?! How do you do! (I'm doing terribly well because I have received an ask!)

Ok, so I was afraid that my re-awoken obsession with Russell CROW(N)E(D) king of my heart TM would go unnoticed but THANK GOD NO

I'm still recovering from "A Beautiful Mind". I feel as if I was pushed off the plane but *sobs* I'll be better. Someone mentioned Mystery, Alaska and I think I'll watch it in a few days to cheer myself up a bit ( oh boi doesn't he LOOK GOOOOOOD there).

Oh and by all means, please drop in! I love talking, in asks and in general(maximus decimus meridius) ! Fandoms are pretty much my life.

✨🌟*counting stars sound* 🌟✨

[papil0nglegs]

Can I request tf2 mercs with a reader who honestly looks really sweet and nice, but they're actually really blunt and rude like every time they open their mouth it's just "YOU #### ILL ### YOUR ### UNTIL YOU ######!!!"

Sweet n’ Sour 🎀

Mercs x “nice”! Reader

(pt.2)

A/n: MWAH I LOVE THIS IDEA SM. Rn I’m planning to make a fic of my own after this then I’ll be doing more requests afterwards so please be sure to suggests something I may do!!

Warnings: Harsh insults, Suggestive, Patronizing

Scout

Somebody warn him before he does some stupid shit like asking you out

At first he saw you as some ditzy babe he can pull unlike how classy Ms Pauling was, so he didn’t go to spy for you

I mean he still would’ve gotten his ass handed to him if he went to spy

“Sup princess, was wondering if you’d let me pop a soda with you and maybe you’d let me pop something else” lip bite

“..can you pop that giant disgusting pimple on your forehead instead??”

he ran to his room and began to cry, spy had some questions

“…what did you do? What did you say to him?”

“Omfg, what are you his dad? Jesus it hasn’t even been a week here and I’m already so fuckin tired of these guys god it’s like middle school all over again”

You just rambled on how annoyed you were

Oh yeah, he did pop that pimple eventually

Scout (like the child he is) went to spy because he genuinely wanted to know what he did wrong, like seriously wanted to know

“And then she friggin’ told me I had a gross pimple on my face and none of it wasn’t my fault!! I mean-seriously do chics just decide to be bitchy whenever they want?”

“Scout. You went up to a woman, a real woman, patronized her, and what? You thought she was going to suddenly want to be your ‘babe’ as you call it?”

“…okay I see how she could’ve took it the wrong way, BUT”

Spy smacked the shit out of him lol

He was so scared of you even if you did fight alongside him, he was scared you were gonna chew him up again the way you did before.

At the same time it did get him pretty hard to see you out there, something about you yelling at enemies swearing to kill them and their families just got him going

“CANT SNEAK AWAY FROM THIS AK MOTHERFUCKER”

“Uhh, I need to go take a dump or sumthin’ like dat”

He always thought about asking you out but the way you responded to his attempt at hooking up with you was enough to make hide his feelings

But you definitely weren’t one to hide yours, you quickly recognized that his dumbassery turned your laced panties into a slip n’ slide. So of course you went up to him asking to go out

“Hey Jeremy, I saw you out there bashing that heavy’s head in like it was nothing. You looked cute”

“Oh, y-yeah I mean pfft it’s what I do I mean it’s nothing special unless you think it’s sumthin’ special which I totally agree with you if you think it’s cool-“

“Shh- how about when we go back to the base I help you with some new techniques and you show me some of yours?”

Scout didn’t know if that was a metaphor for sex or if he was going to get his ass destroyed by you, but either way the answer was gonna be yes

Medic

When you first joined the team he never really expressed that he thought you wouldn’t be a good edition to the team

It only ever showed while on a mission, he’d almost never Uber you because he thought of you as weak

The first time he really interacted with you was in the battlefield he kept on using his syringe gun instead of healing the the team

You got so frustrated with him and just had to say something

“MEDIC PUT THE FUCKING GUN AWAY AND UBER HEAVY YOU FOUR-EYE BITCH” you screamed, slapping his gun way and shaking his collar

He blushed at the sight of you snapping at him, so unexpected yet so.. hot

“Oh, ja.. of course ♡”

The love in this man’s eyes compared to the hate in yours was astonishing, of course he immediately went to go do what you told him, all for you and only you

As soon as the match finished he couldn’t stop thinking about how much fury you had, he was definitely going to pocket you in the next match

It was so exciting to see you, so beautiful, yet so aggressive on the field

He’s always calming you whenever you get angry, basically this photo

We all know Medic likes to be a bit messy himself with his bonesaw, you hate it when he gets messy around you

“Ugh!! Medic! You got blood on my skirt, do we need to get your ass another pair of glasses??”

“Now now, I itz nothing to worry about my love. I know my vway around a blood stain!”

“Okay,, but if this thing is still on here by then you’re buying me another.”

He enjoys watching you get ready in your pretty outfits and makeup. Medic is well maintenance but it doesn’t compare to how long it takes for you to get ready

You defending him is his fav thing ever, he never shows it a lot but he loves it when you cuss out mercs who think they aren’t getting enough healing

“SCOUT YOU PEICE OF SHIT STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM MEDIC IF YOU WANT HEALING!!”

“Aww, y/n ☺️”

No but you guys are so cute, esp when he Ubering you

He’s always cheering you on as you tear the enemy team apart

“You’re doing well my perle!!”

“Thanks my love! WHO WANTS THEIR BALLS CRUSHED”

Soldier

As soon soldier saw you he was kinda annoyed in a way? He didn’t want to kick you out or anything but he did want you to prove yourself to him, he wasn’t just gonna let a wuss fight alongside him

He once tried to push you to your limit by making you do some exercise but nothing could’ve prepared him for how you were gonna respond

“DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME 40 CUPCAKE”

“Uh-uh I KNOW ur not talking to me bitch”

“DID I STUTTER?”

“DID I STUTTER?? DONT YOU HAVE LIKE AN EAGLE TO WALK OR SOMETHING? GO SHOVE A ROCKET UP YOUR ASS”

You continued to give him the death stare, but soldier just stood there

You guys made out hard, right there and then. He just couldn’t resist, we all know how he feels about strong ladies

After that the All-American Soldier we once knew turned into a loverboy, he lives and breathes to love you

But since soldier has the lowest IQ out of all of the mercs he tends to get you on your nerves a lot

“Soldier, sweetie!! Why are we dying so much what’s the biggie? 😚”

“APOLOGIES CUPCAKE, BUT IT APPEARS I HAVE KILLED ANOTHER SOLDIER. AND IN THE GREAT NAME OF LADY LIBERTY, I MUST BURY IT IN HER HONOR.”

“SOLDIER GET YOUR ASS ON THE POINT RIGHT FUCKING NOW.”

“..copy that”

He always straightens his back every time he’s in your presence, he always wants to show how tough he is and that he respects you

The team gets so overstimulated whenever you two are on the same mission, especially Spy. It always ends with him getting a headache

He’ll try to get you cute gifts, but sometimes what Soldier considers ‘cute’ can be um

“Yehhehehe, SWEETHEART, I HAVE A SUPRIIISE”

“Is it another ear necklace? Soldier I told you to stop giving me those they’re gross..”

“NEGATIVE!”

“sigh Finally, what is it?”

“A BOW MADE OUT OF MY TISSUE. DOCTOR HELPED ME MAKE IT.”

“..okay this is actually cute as fuck”

For the most part soldier means no harm, he just wants to love you. Even if it means giving you jewelry made out of the flesh of his enemies <33

[sleeplesssmoll]

I think Vertin might be a tactile person.

Here are examples taken from the voice lines and context clues.  This isn't an all conclusive list of touchy interactions, just what I could find. Someone stop her before she gets hurt. Update: I'm going to keep adding on as we find more interactions together because this is really fun.

Sotheby (hat and hair): Stop it! You can't just touch an adult's head! (She is 13. Vertin probably sees her as a baby and pat her head).

Bette (hands): Ha ha ... They might be a little rough. To tightly grab the eave does require abundant practice. (assuming Vertin is holding her hand. Don’t ask me how we got here.)

Rabies (clothing and torso): Straws ... be hugged. Rabies ... feels it. (she hugged him 🥹)

A Knight (hat and hair): One step further, and you will be in close contact with Someone's nose... As long as you can hit Someone's head. (how close is Vertin standing to the AK? Or maybe she was looking for an invisible head to pat.)

Mesmer Jr (Hands) :Compared to the incurable anxiety, these wounds are minor. Oh, watch your distance. (smh Vertin not everyone likes being touched.)

Melania (hat and hair): "Well done. Please keep on." ...Aren't you going to say that? (more headpats but Melania needs vocal praise too.)

Lilya

Clothing and torso:  Feel awesome? Now it's my turn to pet you. (...what is Vertin petting? This is clothing and torso but I'm lost.)

Hat and hair: You should be grateful that I am too lazy to move now. Or you should know that the first-class pilot’s got a first-glass head-butt, too. (Vertin taking advantage of the moment to give headpats. I'm telling you, its a THING)

Leilani (Hands): Shaka brah! Ooh! Do you want a handshake or a high-five, my friend? I'm fine with either! (She’s so wholesome)

Cristallo 

hat and hair: Are you patting my head? The doctor says, this is a reward for good children. Have I done something right? 

Hands and sleeves: Would you like to hold my hands? I could be with you anytime. (Cristallo is weak and frail. The nurses say she could be blown away by a gust of wind. Despite this she says she’ll be with Vertin anytime. To me it reads as Vertin being worried Cristallo will disappear too. Cristallo notices so she offers to hold hands and says she will always be here as a way to comfort her.)

Darley Clatter

Hat and Hair:  Oh ... I can't deny you are really good at patting.

Clothing and Torso: Take a look at my beautiful muscles! I don't need to explain how fabulous I am. Hey, watch out! Rub me in the direction my mane grows.

Bonus Intimacy : Adorable? Ahh? You don't even have a taste! (Vertin pets him and calls him adorable. Darley, don’t let the girlies know. They might end your noble bloodline.)

Pavia (Hat and Hair): Wanna know how many holes I've made on others' heads? No? Then stop it. (What possessed her to give Pavia headpats?)

Dikke (hat and hair): Thou art overstepping my boundaries, arcanist. (I’m guessing Vertin is at it again with the headpats. Dikke smiles when she says this so she isn’t offended. If anything, she seems amused. )

Eternity (hands and sleeves): Go on, try holding it, and feel its temperature rising in your hand… Easy, sweetheart… take it easy, heh heh… (more hand holding but Vertin wasn’t prepared this time)

An-an Lee (hands and sleeves): What? You want a palm reading? (Vertin, why are you like this? Are you randomly touching people's hands?)

Regulus (hands and sleeves): What do you want? I don't have any spare scratch. (I'm sure she knows you're broke since she's your boss. Vertin's just being Vertin at this point.)

Vertin leads Regulus by the hand into her Suitcase in the prologue

Blonney (hands): Interesting! It's been a while since I last met someone who would start with holding hands.

She also holds Blonney's hand as she calms her down during the green lake event.

I feel like I should have picked up on this sooner. Gift-giving, hand holding, and headpats. This is the Timekeeper way.

[igotanidea]

Walk down memory lane : AK!Jason Todd x fem!reader

Warnings: mention of self harm and suicidal thoughts.

You can find other AK!stories on point 4 here: Jason Todd masterlist

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She was just so tired.

Tired of fighting, of keeping up that fucking hope, of carrying the excessive weight on her shoulders.

She just couldn’t anymore .

Maybe it was time to finally accept that Jason didn’t care about her. That he would never care again. Not in the same way he used to before all this shit hit them. Before Joker, Harley, Arkham…

But she still needed, wanted, craved his love.

But how long can a girl be strong and live in a delusion?

And for the first time in a year she started crying.

What Harley could not achieve, happened because of a boy. No amount of torture and mind games and tricks she was subject to in Arkham, not once broke her. But the indifference and cold treatment from her former boyfriend, the one who she still loved got her on her knees, sobbing and shaking on the bed in her little, cold Asylum cell.

He was right. She was completely alone, no one was coming to help her, safe her from that void that finally found a way straight to her heart. Nothing more than a playtoy, unlovable, weak, pathetic, developing a heavy case of Stockholm syndrome.

Poor girl hugged herself in a foul attempt to calm down, but it was for nothing. Tears were falling freely down her cheeks, turning her into a puddle of emotions she couldn’t hold back. It was like the old wound and the feeling of being used opened and uncovered all the layers she cut off before.

Some people call it trauma, but she couldn’t care less about the terminology.

Maybe it would be better to just end her own life right now just so she wouldn’t have to suffer through another day of such lousy existence. It was Arkham, she was pretty sure she would find something to help her execute her plan.

On shaking legs she stood up from the bed, moving towards the bathroom. The mirror that Jason broke violently after their last encounter was still not fixed and the sharp pieces of glass poked on every side.

Perfect.

Gathering all the strength she had left, she reached towards the splinter and pointed it towards her wrist, assessing the “best” place to cut……

***

She woke up feeling sore and in tremendous amount of pain like never before. Both of her wrists were patched up with the clean bandages and she wasn’t even in her own sweatbox. Honestly, she couldn’t for the love of God recognise the place where she was, until the familiar, slightly muffled voice threw her off her confused state and brought back to reality.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!” Jason hissed with unconcealed anger and she shivered. “WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO!?” in a blink of an eye he was right next to her, grabbing her chin and forcing her eyes up.  

She was just completely silent, the tight grip of his fingers on her puffy, hurting cheeks causing a few more tears to flow down her eyes.

“I’m sorry…..” she whispered, slightly panicking. He was never supposed to find her, let alone to save her. And why did he? Was it only because he needed her for release in the future? “I’m sorry…..” her whole body shook violently.

“Y/N…….” her name in his mouth sounded almost sweet and the touch got far more gentle, sudden change in behaviour making her freeze. What was going on?

“I……” her mouth fell agape and it was impossible to say a word.

“Did you forget what I told you last time? You’re mine. You can’t just go and decide to hurt yourself this way. I cannot allow it.”

“Why?” she sobbed “it’s not like you care. I am just a reminder of the past, of all those lies you were fed by Batman and your family. Of someone you once were and could never be again.”

“Stop it!”

“Please, please, just let me go. Just let me finish it, please.” Her desperation and panic attack coming out in waves in the form of the aggressive tugging on the dressing, trying to reopen the stitched wounds and cuts. “I’ll do it myself. You won’t even have to lift a finger.”

“Stop it!’

“You can even watch it, I know you’ll enjoy the show. You wanted a show, didn’t you?”

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE STOP IT!” finally he managed to get a hold of her hands, pinning them down to her sides, precluding her from moving, even though she still struggled against his hold.  “Is that what you think of me? That I will enjoy that?”  she nodded shakily “fuck!”

“I’m sorry…..” she whimpered again. She was still here and he was now mad which could only equal to another punishment. And this time it was not going to be intimate. He could really hurt her at any time.

“Baby…..” he whispered, almost without thinking, closing his eyes “princess.”

“Wha….. what did you say?” her eyes grew wide. Did he really use those words or was it just an imagination?

Jason was completely inside his head now, memories flooding his brain like a fucking Niagara. He remembered the past. The moment, when while still being Robin, someone came after her, attacking her and almost eliminating her from the equation. He recalled the hours spend in the medical bay, watching her pale face and the heart rate monitor, praying to whatever entity was up there to bring her back to him. All those little heart attacks caused each time she took a sharp exhale. Falling asleep next to her bed, holding and caressing her cold hand, whispering pleas and promises to keep her safe in the future if she just woke up. Brushing up on how he felt when she finally opened her e/c eyes, looking at him with so much love and concern, asking if he was all right.

He remembered how she cared about him…..  And how he cared about her.

“Ja…. Jace?” she swallowed the lump in her throat, taking the risk to use his nickname, ready for another anger fit, but instead she met his honest gaze, so different from the one she was used to in his Arkham Knight version.

“Don’t ever do this again.” He gasped, brushing her cheek, putting a strand of hair behind her ear “you hear me?  Ever.”

“Jason?” he bottom lip trembled because of that sudden display of emotion from his part.

“Ever.” He emphasised.  “I don’t want to see you in pain.”

“Ok……”

“Anyone who hurt you deserve a punishment and that applies to you hurting yourself. Is that clear?”

“Anyone, but you?” she blurt without thinking and immediately covered her mouth in fear of the words that came out her mouth.

Jason tensed a bit, his muscles flexing but he didn’t move.

“Get some rest. Need you recovered soon. Big plans for you.” He just said and with one final look into her eyes left the room, leaving her completely speechless.

…..

[devotedfem]

→ Impostor

Synopsis: Who would've thought that your nice and dimpled neighbor was the militar spy stealing information from the government, and the one you have to caught.

K. Namjoon x f.reader

Genre: spies au | yander-ish

Tags: hidden identity, lying, yandere Namjoon, detective reader, betrayal, chasing, violence, whipped Namjoon, a bit of angst.

From the series masterlist; The chasing.

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You sighed tired, hiding your gun inside of the waistband of your jeans.  You’ve been chasing him for months and he is impossible to catch or to even watch from afar. He is like a ghost, because you know his presence is there with you but you can’t see him.

Your boss threatened you to fire you if you don’t catch the target in a week, so you’re anxious and distressed, because you need this job to pay your bills and your rent. If that scum of a spy would just show his face once, and recognize his terrorist crimes, then you can be in peace.

Your muscles were hurt, your body ached like hell and you were dying to drop dead on your bed and forget about everything while you’re sleeping. The chasing from tonight was really stressful, your team was chasing him with no success obviously, that’s why you’re walking towards your apartment feeling wrecked.

But then a nice and sweet voice stopped you.

“Oh y/n, hey,” your new neighbor, Namjoon, greeted you and you could imagine his dimpled and warm smile. You two were getting along these days, and you would be a liar if you say you don’t have a little crush on him, but lately you don’t have the state of mind to be thinking of men. You were too tired.

You closed your eyes for a second to ignore the ache and fatigue of your body, to turn around and face Namjoon, giving him a smile.

“Hey Nam, how’s it going?” you asked with a tensed smile, you were crying in the inside to take a shower and sleep your frustrations away, but your neighbor didn’t take the hint.

“Pretty good, uhm, actually i wanted to ask for your help for some assignments,” he said with a sheepish smile and a charming tone that melted your frustration a little.

He was majoring his third degree, forensic sciences, and sometimes you help him because you were a detective and you have experience in the forensic field, but tonight you were too tired to offer your help.

“Pretty please?” he said with soft pleading eyes, and how can you say no to him?

“Alright alright, don’t give me those puppy eyes,” you teased sighing, your date with your bed will be for later.

You two spent the night doing the assignments, in one point your head was tilting to the side with sleep, dropping on Namjoon’s shoulder. You heard him chuckle above you, but you didn’t care because you were drowsy and his shoulder was comfortable.

Sunlight made you frown with discomfort, you tried to stir your body but something heavy was bond to your side. Your breath hitched when you watched Namjoon sleeping by your side, you two were on his couch and it seems that sleep won over you both.

You get out of the couch careful, trying not to wake him up. And you couldn’t help but nose around just a little to know more about your new neighbor and crush.

And that’s when you discovered it.

What was doing an AK-47 hid under an armchair? Like, it seemed he put it down there on purpose, because there’s no way someone will display such a gun in that way, even less with a detective for a neighbor.

The problem was that after catching the weapon, you pried more in his apartment, trying to figure him out. Coming across with a Russian badge. Kim Namjoon, he was from the KGB, the military spy your targeting and chasing.

You dropped the badge to the floor with trembling hands and bill rising to your throat. A pang of disappointment, rage and sadness took over your chest. Your eyes blurred and you took deep breaths to try to calm yourself down.

You have to call your team and your boss right now.

But that didn’t happen, because you felt an oppressive warm from behind you, stopping your movements. He grabbed your neck from behind, without making pressure but not with a gentle grip either.

“What did you saw detective? Are you going to run from me? Is it my turn now to chase you?” He said with a low and cold voice, close to your ear. Hot breath brushing the skin.

His other arm wrapped around your waist, like a snake catching his prey.

“Let me go,” you whispered, still shocked by the betrayal.

“Mm, 'don’t think so, I wanna play with you a little more before I took you out of this country with me.”

Your eyes widened with terror the second a white clothe covered your mouth, making you fall limp between Namjoon’s arms.

You were so fucked up.

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[elliiesworld]

"How Many Ice You Can Handle?"

Contains: dirty talks, lap sitting (dom!Sun receiving), name calling (daddy for Sunoo and baby for reader), putting ice into the reader's priv!part, cursing. – /:remind me if I forgot something:/

Minors Do Not Interact ! 🚫

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"Pst" Rinig na tawag ko. Tumingin ako sa kabilang dako ng couch at nakita si Sunoo na umupo doon with manspreaded look. He smirked at me and tapped his lap, signing me to sit on it. Tumayo ako at pumunta sa kaniya nang nakakunot ang noo ko.

"tangina, ano nanaman gusto niya?" I thought of myself at lumapit.

"Sit" utos niya sa akin at tumango sabay upo sa lap niya. Gago? I felt his hard bulge underneath my skirt na nasa loob ng grey sweatpants niya. Nanood nanaman 'to. Biglang natigil ang pag-iisip ko nang dinakma niya ang aking mukha at hinalikan nang para bang siya ay gutom at may libog.

I whimpered between the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss, he entered his tongue inside my mouth as it dance along with mine.

"napakasarap talaga ng dila niya" while kissing him, I thought of something. I started to imagine the feeling of his tongue inside me. Naiisip ko kung pa'no niya dilaan ang basa kong puke na parang ito ay isang lollipop lamang.

I stopped with my thoughts nang naramdaman ko ang kamay niya sa likod ko at bumaba ito papunta sa aking buttcheeks. He broke the kiss and smirked.

"tangina, Uno. Ang random mo" sabi ko at ngumuso, bigla niyang hinalikan ang aking pisngi. "Naninigas ako, at alam mo na kung ano ibig kong sabihin"

"try to masturbate yourself, may monthly period ako ngayon eh" I said as I tried to excuse myself sa kalibugan niya.

"nakita ko yung period tracker mo, kakatapos mo lang nung isang araw." He said and smirked at me.

"Uno, masakit pa rin eh" I said and pouts, nag-isip siya at ngumiti. "Let's try something new kaya?" Sabi niya at ngumisi. "How about let's see how many ice it can fit inside of your wet pussy?" Tangina, sabi ko na eh. Kakaiba nanaman nasa isip nitong lalaking 'to.

I sigh and nodded, because I want to try it to but it sounds painful. "Let's see if five ice can fit inside."

TANGINA LIMA AGAD? Pero sige, basta siya.

Pinatayo niya ako at sinunod ko ito nang pumunta siya sa kusina at kumuha ng ice cubes. Mga stars na shapes pa ang kinuha niya shet?

"get naked, baby" sabi niya at sinunod ko ito at nagmadaling tinanggal ang skirt ko kasama ang cycling at panties ko.

He bowed down to see my already wet pussy na kanina pa nabasa dahil sa napakatigas na tite niya.

He chuckled before putting one ice na walang sabi ng warning, at ang masama pa, sinagad niya ito.

"TANGINA UNO! ANG SAKIT!" Sabi ko sabay ungol at napakapit nalang sa blanket underneath myself.

He continues to put ice until it reached four ice at sumisikip na ang puke ko.

"isa nalang at kapag kinaya mo, i-try nating gawing sampo" sabi niya at napapikit ako at umungol nang malakas dahil sa sobrang sagad nito at sa lamig.

Bigla naman niyang idinagdag ang tatlo.

"FUCK!! DADDY, PLEASE!" I beg for some mercy and he chuckled. He added three ice into my pussy at ang dalawa ay malapit nang iluwa ng puke ko.

"and...ten" he smiled and pecked my pussy as I moaned and reached for his hand, "daddy, it hurts.."

"Shh, malapit nang matunaw yung iba, baby." Sabi niya with soft and gentle voice na para bang wala siyang ginawang kalibugan sa puke ko.

Hinubad niya bigla ang kaniyang grey sweatpants kasama ang underwear niya, nilabas niya ang kaniyang matigas na tite.

"time to repay me, baby, for the pleasure I gave you. Kainin mo ng buo ang tite ko habang hinahantay natin yung mga yelo sa puke mo na matunaw. Later on, we'll have ten rounds." He said and smirked

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[theesirenteller]

Who's The Savior?

Manny, Mayans Mc X OFC

"Bunny, You alright there sweetheart?!" Tanner called out from across the desert. The ex-navy seal stood at the staggering height of six feet and four inches tall, with shaggy chestnut-brown hair, a Greek god-like chiseled build, and a babyish face that was fresh of any facial hair. One of the Mayans stood in front of him with the end of an AK-47 pressed against the back of his curls.  "Alright, you got our girl and we got your guy. Bring us the girl now!" Ordered Riker, A heavily tattooed blonde with wild, piercing blue eyes. His sun-kissed skin was covered in thick layers of ink. Toned and Muscular but not nearly as buff as his best friend. He had platinum blonde hair that was cut short into a sleek back mohawk. His trigger finger itches to unload his M4-carbine into the low lives before him, "Give her to us you fucks!" "Y-yes! I'm okay! Just be cool guys please," She called out with teary eyes and a pleading tone as she stood behind Manny. The tall and lanky male rested his hand against her shoulder as he led her to them. His touch sent unexplainable shivers down her spine. He provided her with this unspeakable security.  "Don't shed no more tears, muñeca, everything's gonna be alright."He whispered raspily and Bunny slowed down her shaky breaths.  "Thank you, Manny." She said in a soft tone that held a delicate whisper to it. His warm hand only squeezed her shoulder in response. Tanner nudged the captive Mayan forward as soon as Bunny was in arm's reach. Bunny went rushing into Tanner's arms and hugged him by the waist tightly. His large hand patted her back and gripped her waist with one of his hands despite holding his gun in the other.  "Fucking wetbacks," Riker seethed before he had unleashed the bullets from his gun. The thought of them doing anything to His and Tanner's girl caused an animalistic rage to boil within him. The man wasn't a stranger to using Mexicans as target practice either. He'd done horrific things to them in his military days and wanted to do worse now. Tanner followed along with his friend and shot forward until Bunny intercepted. "NO! No Riker stop!" Bunny screamed in horror as she watched the Yuma men drop. Without giving her actions much thought, she rushed in front of Manny who had dropped.   "Bunny what the fuck?!" "Get the hell up and away from him, woman!"  "No!" she cried as she sat on her knees beside him. He'd been shot in his knees and shoulders. "This is wrong!  He protected me, He's got a child to go home to for Christ's sake! You can't kill him! I won't let you." Both men gripped their guns tightly as they looked from her to one another. Silently debating with their eyes. "Tanner please…" Bunny pleaded with her more reasonable lover. "Alright sugar," The brunette sighed before shaking his head and slowly began lowering his weapon, "Put it down, Rike." "Fuck." Riker spat in annoyance before lowering his weapon, "Looks like it's your lucky day wetback." he smirked down at Manny, sinisterly. Despite coughing up blood and wheezing, Manny's eyes were stuck in a cold glare towards the redneck. "I'm so sorry, "Bunny whispered as she placed her hand against his cheek. The rumbling of motorcycle engines could be heard in the distance getting closer and closer. The pair held eye contact for a few lingering moments before the plump woman was snatched up by her blonde-haired lover and thrown over his shoulder. "Time to go princess," Riker announced as he pushed her into the backseat of the Jeep. "Move out! They're getting close." Riker hollered as he sent shots into the air in an attempt to prologue how close the Yuma biker gang was getting. Tanner did as told, placing his foot harshly on the gas pedal, and sped off through the desert. 

And months after the events of that weekend happened, Manny couldn't help but let his mind wander off to the bubbly, free-soul, beautiful brown-skinned brunette that saved him. Even when he was safely home with his daughter and family, he wondered how she was. If she was okay, how she looked, and most of all...He wondered if her lips felt as soft as they were when they'd kissed the night before the trade-off. What he didn't know was that she thought of him as well.

[hannahhook7744]

Stormbringer Crew Incorrect Quotes (Part 5);

Harry Hook: You fight like my sister!

Luke Tremaine-Westergaard, being a smart ass: I've fought your sisters. That's a compliment!

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Barnaby Teach, son of Black Beard *Jumps out of nowhere* We meet again!

Hannah Hook: I saw you three hours ago!

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Hannah Hook: Hello Captain Beardless.

Barnaby: I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALL ME THAT!

Hannah Hook: And I told you to pick on someone your own age.

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Hannah Hook, drunk on soda: I'm telling you man, she digs ya.

Luke Tremaine-Westergaard, also drunk on soda, groans: Another graveyard joke?

Hannah: Shut up, we both know you thought it was funny.

Luke: And we both know you have a thing for the prince of Arendelle yet you haven't done anything.

Hannah: Don't throw stones in glass houses.

Luke: That's not even how that saying goes!

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Darcy *stares at all nine of her siblings, who are gathered in the 'med room' suspiciously* What do you want?

Alex, playing with a knife: You gotta help us doc, we've tried nothing and we're all out of ideas

Darcy: Help you with WHAT?

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River Le Beak, holding his beanie to his chest as he stands on a sinking rowboat: Looks like we've shivered our last Timbers, mateys.

Hannah, shooting him a disgusted look: I'm revoking your pirate card.

River, gasping dramatically and hugging Luke: No captain! Please, anything but that!

Luke, playing along: Not the pirate card! What are you gonna do next? Give us the black spot?

Skia, glares with water up to her ankles: if she doesn't, will.

Zee, five inches are on the dock: You guys know you can just step onto the docs right?

All *shushes her*

Zee, looks to Peachy and Remi: would it be a mutiny if I tossed a cannon ball in their rowboat to make it go down quicker?

Peachy: YES!

Remi, grabbing his guitar: Oh there once was a row boat that went to sea, that got on the wrong side of a pirate named Zee~~

*Dodges rotten tomato*

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Joy Foxworth, pointing at Tulip with a squirt gun: You've yeed your last haw!

Tulip, pointing back at her with own squirt gun: No I haven't, partner.

Hannah Hook, baffled from the tree, forgetting she's supposed to be hiding: WHAT LANGUAGE ARE YOU GUYS SPEAKING?!

Peter Pan, sprays her with a water cannon filled with something that is not water causing her to fall out of the tree: COWBOY!

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Random AK: Having Vks in Auradon is all fun and games until they're on the opposing dodgeball team!

Kyle White: That sounds like a skill issue to me.

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Amira: YOU FOUGHT WHOMST WITH A WHAT WHEN YOU WERE HOW OLD?!

Hannah, confused: What are you referring to?

Amira: Aziz said you told him a story about your childhood—

Hannah, realizing what she's talking about: Oh I stabbed a kidnapper with a fork when I was three.

Amira: YOU WERE NEARLY KIDNAPPED?!

Hannah: Yeah, hasn't everyone nearly been kidnapped at one point?

Amira: NO!

Hannah, not believing her: Oh sure. Next thing you're gonna tell me is that there isn't a Creeps Peak and Cannibal Cove everywhere-

Amira: THERE'S NOT-

Hannah: And that not everyone gets death threats as children-

Amira, eye twitching: Stay here, I need to go take my Tiger for a walk to Beast Castle.

Hannah*laughing* That's a funny joke Amira- hey where'd she go?

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Tulip Rossi, Zee Snoops, Evie, and Luke Tremaine-Westergaard: SURPISE MAKEOVER!!

Hannah Hook, running: NO NO NO NO!

Luke: YOU CAN'T OUTRUN US FOREVER!

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Hannah, half asleep and looking through her spy glass: SWOGGLE MY EYES IT'S MERMAIDS!

Moxie, amused: Describe 'em.

Hannah: There's a tan one with a gold and black tail that looks like sequins and one with a blue and black tail and an afro, a buoy grave, and a baby one-

Rian Frankenstein-Van Helsing, not even bothering to look up from his marine biology book: That's just Misty, River, Shania, and Toby, captain.

Hannah, embarrased: Oh.

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Hannah at 3am: Do you guys think other types of bending exist that were forgotten to history? Like bone bending?

Luke at the end of the bed: I think that's just breaking bones.

Drizella, who came to check on Luke: When on earth did you get here?

Hannah: about 11?

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Luke: Hey Darcy, are you Christmas? Because I wanna marry you.

Darcy:

Luke: I'm guessing that's a no until I propose in a non corny way?

Darcy, nodds:

Hannah off screen: I told you she was gonna say no if you did it that way!

Luke: SHHH!

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Kyle, in a silly voice: Yarr, I be a pirate, maties. Arrrg!

Hannah, looking at him as if he just shit in her cereal: I can't belive you've done this.

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Moxxie laying on a beanbag: Christmas gets so much harder the older you get. What do you want for Christmas? I don't know! Financial security? To not almost die for a week? Socks? I don't know! What about you guys?

Rian: I want to be as smart as I was before I got brought back to life.

Eduardo Frollo: My father dead.

Parker McLeach: A gun.

Hannah: To be normal.

Haul Bjorgman: My depression to go away.

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Hook: Okay which one of you gave my daughter a real golden sword and who taught her slang?

Hades, drinking out of a gauntlet: She won a ship, I thought she deserved a reward.

Hook: Did you teach her the slang?!

Morgie: What slang did she use?

Uliana, amused: And how does this slang relate to the sword?

Hook: She named it the nut slicer!

Hades *does a spit take*

Persephone *chokes on her cereal*

*Meanwhile elsewhere, Maleficent can be heard cackling*

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Hannah, near tears: Alex I did something terrible!

Alex, the son of Helga Sinclair and Hades: Don't worry, I have a shovel! *Taps ground with shovel*

Hannah, vaguely terrified: Wait what? What do you think I did?

Alex, a mad glint in his eye and a wild smile on his face: It doesn't matter because no one will ever find out.

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Kidnapper: We have your son.

Haul, confused: I don't have a son.

Kidnapper: Then who watering and talking to my plants while blasting heavy metal music?

Haul: Oh my god you have Noah. His siblings are going to kill you.

Kidnapper: Hey buddy don't you threaten me.

Haul: I'm not threatening, I'm warning-

*A loud crash rings out over the phone followed by glass breaking, swearing, and screaming*

Darcy: Hey Haul.

Haul: Hey Darcy, Hannah told me to tell you and the guys to be at the ship tonight because we're having a party.

Darcy: Will be there.

*Phone hangs up*

Haul: Well I did warn them.

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Olivia, Gaston's daughter: In hindsight, having an abusive parent is funny because it's like 'Daddy why you have beef with me, I'm literally three years old and I love you'.

Eduardo, Frollo's son: Ugh, don't remind me. One time my dad yelled at me for drawing too loud.

Luke, confused: How do you draw too loud?

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Darcy: I've got a date with destiny and it ain't gonna end with a kiss.

Noah, confused: Who's destiny?

Darcy: It's just an expression, brother.

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Hans: We have a front door you know.

Hannah, who came in through Luke's window like normal: I know.

Hans *sighs*

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Noah: MY CABBAGES!

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The kids in Hannah's crew: I wanna be just like you when I grow up!

Twenty year old Hannah, suddenly getting flashbacks to every dangerous thing she's ever done *spit take*

Hannah, internally: NO GODS, PLEASE. GODS NO!

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Elara's birth parents *try to take their daughter back after abandoning her on the barrage and causing her to grow up on the isle*

Hannah, pushes the elf girl behind her and glares: SHE'S NOT YOURS, SHE'S MINE!

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Hannah *shooting up in her bed in the middle of the night and accidentally knocking Skia, Luke, and River who she was having a sleepover with out of it*

Luke: OW!

Skia: Hey!

River: Hannah, what the hell?

Hannah, getting horrible flashbacks to her family's partners violent attempts to flirt: HAVE MACON WEST AND OLGA HEARTS BEEN FLIRTING WITH ME THIS WHOLE TIME?!

*Momentarily silence followed by a loud explosion of noise as the other three question if that is the case*

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Hannah: When I was younger I used to set toilet paper on fire and flush it down the toilet for fun and only stopped because I burnt the seat.

Eduardo Frollo: Again, weird but not a sin.

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Luke: One time when I was a kid the toaster caught fire, so I went over to my dad who was arguing with my grandmother and tugged on his sleeve for six minutes till I had his attention and calmly told him the toaster was on fire.

Hannah: Oh yeah I remember that. He was all like 'WHAT? AHHH!' and your grandma asked why we didn't say anything lol.

Kyle: why do you remember that?

Hannah: Oh I was there.

Kyle: ?

Hannah, fondly sighs: Good times.

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Lady Tremaine, impatiently: And if I wanted to sit around all day going nowhere, I’d be a teacher!

Luke, fed up *hits the gas and starts driving recklessly* Got it.

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Lady Tremaine to Luke: You’re not fit to be king of … name a place

Luke: and you're not fit to be a mother, let alone a hair stylist.

*five minutes later*

Luke runs and hides behind Drizella: MOM! GRANDMA'S TRYING TO KILL ME!

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Lady Tremaine, regarding Luke: My third biggest fear: He brings home a whore and says, ‘We’re married!’ Oh, and the whore has bangs.

Darcy: I'm literally right here.

Lady Tremaine, drinking: And I wish you weren't.

Darcy: And I wish you were dead but we can't all have what we want.

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Luke: Your point being- *freezes in horror*

Hannah *staring at him wide eyed*

Haul: Uh... What's wrong?

Luke, screaming: I'M TURNING INTO MY GRANDMOTHER!

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Luke: You know, when I was little I used to pretend you weren't my grandmother.

Lady Tremaine: Me too.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

The fab response to my smut has made me want to work on my dark AK Jay smutfic again 😈 So please enjoy a (wip) preview of my fic Reptile, a dark reader-insert from Jay's POV~

(If you see this post, consider yourself tagged, and be sure to tag me if you share your WIPs!)

⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

His men had followed his orders to the letter. The girl’s bound to a wooden chair with heavy ropes, her arms wrenched behind her back, tiny wrists shackled with handcuffs. A black canvas hood was pulled down over her head when Hudson and Vasquez grabbed her—the little fool should know better than to walk home alone in Gotham at night. They reported that she put up quite the fight. Hudson’s still sporting bloody red furrows down his cheeks from where the bitch clawed him. That was welcome news. Jason likes when they struggle.

Muffled whimpers echo off the concrete walls of the cavernous hall—sweet music to his ears. They’re in one of the many safehouses he has established across Gotham. This one’s hidden deep within an abandoned subway tunnel, deep within the bowels of this godforsaken city that will soon be his. No one will hear her screams, not even Levy and Flores, two of his most trusted lieutenants who he’d stationed outside the heavy steel door that soundproofed the hall.

The forlorn figure sits like a trussed up sacrifice to him. He can’t help but shudder at the sight. It’s a scene he’s intimately familiar with, a scene staged to match how the Clown had kept him so often. He knows it’s fucked up but he doesn’t give a shit. His cock’s already aching, straining against the zipper of his blue camo fatigues at the thought of this bitch suffering like he had.

His legs tremble as he approaches her. Hot blood rushes through his ears, his heart pounding as hard as hers must be. He knows how terrifying it is to hear footsteps approaching, not knowing who they belong to, nor what that person may have in store for them. He has to stop and steady himself against one of the cluttered workbenches, to try and get control of his ragged breathing. Panic’s creeping in on him at the memory of how utterly helpless that damn hood made him feel, how it amplified his terror, how every single hint of a sound made him want to scream. She’s probably close to hyperventilating now, suffocating inside that hollow blackness like he had so many times before.  

Silence suddenly engulfs the hall, choking off the muffled whimpers, and he inhales a shuddering breath. She knows she’s not alone.

A tiny, tremulous voice calls out to the darkness: “Hello? Is someone there?”

[stelladess]

So instead of doing something fun I wake up to finding out more bs from Yostar Korea, I will explain below but first, reminder, please write in about this to Yostar and Hypergryph (again, unlikely HG had anything to do with this but their silence on this matter is still extremely disappointing) info@yo-star.com info@yo-star.com press@yo-star.com press@yo-star.com cs@hypergryph.com cs@hypergryph.com

They did not take down an artist´s work this time for extremely flimsy reasons and call not hating women a divisive position that divides people and then go on about how Arknights strives to be apolitical. Or have the social media manager liking on the official AK Korea twitter account art of Jessica being tortured. This time it was a bit less severe, they censored Jessica the Liberated in game artwork.

For those unaware there is a conspiracy theory in South Korea about there being a wide spread thing of femenists in video games hiding hand signs that imply small dicks in gacha games specificallly to harass men. Because of this many gacha games will censor any hand gesture that can even remotely resemble such when publishing in Korea, this is very common and done by many gacha games. Which like, is part of the problem. They are catering to sexist pigs which then helps cultivate an audience of said sexist pigs who they need to keep placating. And quite frankly, the people who make these games, artists, writers, etc. Deserve to be treated better then to have their work censored or removed to appease sexists. Because I love Arknights and it means a lot to me it really hurts seeing the people making it have their work be disrespected like this by the publisher, and it hurts seeing the studio being silent about this. I strongly suggest completely boycotting originite packs and similar things, make clear on any survey for the game that actions such as this make you NOT want to spend money on the game, WRITE to both Yostar and Hypergryph and explain you do NOT want to support a game that bends over to the whims of sexist pigs. I want to be able to say that I did *something* about this. Arknights is the gacha game I have spent the most money in, but I have a hard time justifying doing so anymore if this situation continues, which I am going to tell Yostar and Hypergryph, and I think anyone reading this should do so as well, also I think you should tell other people to tell them that as well. Yostar needs to issue a full apology and put back all the artworks they took down or censored to the way they were, and unless that or HG cutting off their partnership with Yostar happens, or at the very least strongly condemns these actions, I am gonna stop buying any more packs for the game. I do however suggest you go support artists harmed by such practices, im sure other people know of more but the only one I know of from the top of my head is here: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/16826909 For Arknights ones, for other games i also know at least of Vellmori for Limbus Company who was also targetted by incels. EDIT: had written poll instead of survey by accident

EDIT: Previously suggested boycotting Jessica banner, this was a pretty silly suggestion made in anger when not thinking clearly. The important thing is to refuse to give any MONEY. Pull all you want. Just dont spend ANY money.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

I've got a lovely idea for a story ❤️ and too little time ❤️

Anyway.

This is gonna be all over the place but.

For context this is inspired by a scene from Hazbin Hotel when the angels learn about what's heaven doing to hell and yeah. MC (princess of hell) "...You didn't know?" To which the younger seraphim turns to the older one and in absolutely heartbroken voice asks her "Please tell me you didn't know"

That's about it tbh

Now imagine this scene for AKs learning that there are, in fact, VKs on the Isle.

How they learn that?

Well funny story.

The Facilier sisters casually pop off from the Isle via Shadows and go: „Do you have any - stop screaming it's just me - Do you have any fire extinguisher? Father run out and someone's trying to set the school on fire again. We think it's Frollo.“

„WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU GET THERE?!“

(entirely justified reaction if you ask me)

Later, when FG learns of the Facilier girls casually popping off the Isle her reaction is largely „Oh goodness me, I thought I fixed that bug fifteen years ago.“

That's about the time Dr F decided to fund a school cos the other Villains didn't wanna deal with their brats and would owe him for babysitting them. He also came to the conclusion that several Villains would off him if he didn't provide Quality Education, very painfully. So jumpscaring FG for decent textbooks it was.

Anyway.

I was thinking that the Facilier sisters jumpscared Jane; she could call for Ben. (Audrey could also come on scene)

The AKs were like, VKs?? Do you think you could like. Give us some proof??

Yeah sure they can do that.

They told the de Vil cousins to get a camera and go wild.

CJ stole the camera at one point. You can tell exactly when cos that's when the tape became a running commentary of her siblings love lives.

The death threats she recieves upon being discovered are not by far the most concerning part of the video.

Oh and since Diego is canonically a singer of Rotten Apples or whatever it's partially a music video too. He's having fun.

The Tremaines are not having fun. He and Ivy broke to the salon after hours to get a cool background probably.

Last scene I can kinda imagine is a sweet & deeply concerning encounter of Diego's with Ginny.

(he tells Ivy to stop filming. She doesn't.)

Oh yeah Freddie sings too doesn't she? Music video it is. The lyrics are also deeply disturbing to Auradon audience.

However the most disturbing part would probably be when Ivy was left with the camera unsupervised ngl

Anyway I'm struggling to come up with a format for this cos this kinda doesn't fit the third person limited POV I'm usually writing in.

Like it could but the narrator would be Jane

And she's just too sweet for this.

Plus she wouldn't recognise the VKs so I couldn't use their names.

And I don't wanna write emotional turmoil. I mean I do wanna but I want to write the chaos more so it'd need to be switched up somewhere?

[yukicoded]

you broke up with Yuki Ishikawa

An Ishikawa Yuki AU wherein you are Yuki's long-time girlfriend your relationship with him has been holding him back.

“Love….” I called for him.

“Look at all these gifts love.” He showed me the gifts he received from his fans. Masayang masaya sya as he looked at them and happily showed them to me. “Look at this one, you should try to wear this one.”

“Yuki, I have something to tell you.”

Hindi niya ako pinansin.

“This one is so cute, you’re the one who took this picture right? I should frame—”

“Yuki please listen to me!” I begged as my voice cracked.

“If this is about what we talked about last night then no.” matigas at seryoso niyang sabi.

Tumayo siya, astang aalis pero hinarangan ko siya.

“Please, Yuki…” nanghihina kong saad.

I was looking at him habang mahigpit ang hawak sa kaniyang kamay. Umiwas siya ng tingin pero hindi naka iwas sa akin kung paano nag simulang mamula at mag tubig ang kaniyang mga mata.

Parang may kung anong tumarak sa aking puso.

I bit my lip to stop the sobs from escaping. “I’m sorry, Yuki.”

Hinilamos niya ang kaniyang mukha gamit ang mga palad. “What do you want me to do then?” mahina at nanginginig ang kaniyang boses. “Leave you? You want me to leave you? Paano sige, tell me. Paano ko gagawin? Kasi ni-isipin ay hindi ko magawa! So please tell me how, kasi I don’t think I can.” his tears fell.

Waves of memories of us being happy together flashed through my mind. Every smile. Every fights, sorrys, i love yous. Every kiss, every failures and victories. Every highs and lows that we conquered together. Akala ko talaga kakayanin namin. I thought our love was strong enough to face this harsh reality of this world, ngunit hindi.

Tinalikuran niya ako at naupo siya sa couch. He buried his face on his hands.

My heart broke into million pieces as I watch him cry.

I watch as my whole world collapse before my very own eyes.

I kneeled infront of him and held his cheeks. I wiped his tears without paying attention to my own.

“You need to listen to me alright?” humihikbi kong saad. Ang sakit sakit. Pero wala akong magawa. “This is for your own good.” nababasag ang aking tinig.

Umiling siya sa akin. Ayaw pumayag.

“No, no please love. Don’t leave me. Parang awa mo na. Don’t leave me.” he was shaking as he held my hands on his cheeks, paulit ulit niya itong hinahalikan at mahigpit na hinahawakan as if I’ll slip away kung luluwag ang hawak niya.

“Yuki this isn’t just about us anymore.”

“It is, it is about us love. Please. Aayusin ko, I’ll play harder, I’ll work harder, I’ll train harder. I’ll do anything just please don’t leave me.” umiling ako at pilit muling hinanap ang kaniyang mga mata.

His eyes are red but I know mine is as well.

Ang dating mga mata na puno ng ningning at saya ay napalitan ng mga mata na puno ng takot at lungkot.

“I don’t want to hold you back…” Tears fell from my eyes.

“You’re not holding me back..”

“You have a bright future ahead of you, Yuki. A great, big, bright future hmm? You hear me?”

From the very first day that I met him until now, he has always been shinning. Kaya hindi ko kayang maatim as I watch how that light slowly disappear just because of us… of me.

“A great and big bright future where your dreams will all come through.” nanginginig ang boses ko pero pinilit kong mag salita. “Your dream is right infront of you. It’s waiting for you, baby.”

“But you’re my dream..” malungkot ang kaniyang tinig. He slightly chuckled a bit as he wiped some of his tears. Basang basa na ang aming mga pisngi at damit.

“Every dream that I have, you’re included. You were my dream, you’re still my dream, and you’ll always be part of my dream. So tell me, how can I have that dream when you’re gone? Sabihin mo kasi hindi ko alam kung paano!”

“I’m not your dream, Yuki.” pamimilit ko, kasi hindi ko na talaga alam. God know how hard I’m resisting right now, kung paano ko siya kagustong yakapin at sabihin na hindi ako aalis. Na mananatili ako, na iba ang sinasabi ng puso ko.

“You know nothing.” he answered. “Kasi kung totoong alam mo, hindi mo gagawin to. You knew the very reason why I’m here.”

Alam na alam ko. Kaya ko nga ginagawa to. Kahit magalit ka pa. Kahit ako pa ang mag mukhang masama. Kahit masakit. Kasi mahal kita.

“Yes, Yuki. I know it very much.”

That’s why we have to end this one. Dahil ayokong ang rason kung bakit ka nanjan ay siya ding maging rason kung bakit ka mawawala sa kung nasaan ka ngayon! Ayoko! You deserve the world, you deserve the crowd, you deserve all the good things in life.

Umangat akong kaunti at pumikit as my lips pressed against his. Naramdaman ko ang pagbasang muli ng aming mga pisngi. I felt his hands on my waist as he pulled me towards him. Humiwalay ako sakaniya at muli siyang nginitian.

I stared at his face. From his eyes, to his nose, to his lips, to every mole that he has. I want to memorize them all.

This is the face of the man that I will love for the rest of my life.

And I can’t believe I’m letting him go.

“I love you..” I said weakly as I caressed his face.

“Liar..”

I didn’t answered and just smiled at him sadly. Lumayo ako sakanya at tumayo. Pinalis ko ang mga luha na nag uunahan sa pag tulo.

“I have to go now..”

Sabi nila pag mahal mo, ipaglalaban mo.

Mali.

Dahil minsan, the greatest thing you could ever do is to surrender the fight— not because you don’t want to, but because it’s the best thing to do. Dahil sometimes, you have to surrender so that others can win.

At ayos lang matalo, basta sa dulo sigurado ang panalo mo.

Basta sa dulo, natupad lahat ng pangarap mo, ang pangarap natin — kahit hindi na ako yung kasama mo.

[dantakeyoman]

𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘 | 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞

♡ 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚, 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒛𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒆-𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬), 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬), 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚: 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 *

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

"Knowin' them, it's a trap," Tal scoffed, lowering his binoculars and handing them to Columbus, "Wait here. Drive down if I signal. Princess comes with me."

You shot him a sharp glare, but nodded, grabbing your AK off the hood and cocking it.

After driving for a couple more days, you came across the old Cadillac stranded in the middle of the road.

The hood was up, and it looked abandoned, as if the girls were never there.

Oh, but they were there, somewhere.

You could feel it in your gut.

"You're not gonna shoot them, are you?" Columbus asked, nervous.

"Not unless they shoot at me," you assured with a smirk, starting down the hill with Tally, "Oh, I hope they shoot at me."

As the two of you approached the car, you shot out the tires, just to be safe.

"Not the tires!" Tal cursed you under his breath.

"You don't want them to escape, do you?!" You hissed back.

"My fuckin' Caddy!" He grumbled, seething.

"We got a car twice as good as it up on the hill. Stop whining and check the backseat," you rolled your eyes, crouching to check under the vehicle.

He muttered some more curses at you but complied, quickly checking the backseat and seeing no one there.

You got up and walked over to the open hood, where it looked like the engine was smoking.

Tearing off a piece of cloth from the shirt that was hanging on the hood, you used it to touch some parts of the engine, checking it out.

"Got some residue on the engine block. S'what's causing all the smoke," you stated, Tal walking over to join you.

"You some car nut?" He asked.

"Was a mechanic before the world went to shit," you corrected, "Best damn job in the world."

"Grease monkey?" He cocked a brow with a smile.

"Damn right," you smirked up at him, before turning around to face your other car.

You used your fingers to whistle loudly, Columbus getting the message and driving the Hummer up.

"Looks like they hoofed it. Probably headed west," Tal walked over, hopping in the passenger, "Drive slow. And keep your eyes peeled."

You took the backseat, immediately noticing the little girl from before in the back.

"I'm gettin' real sick of your shit," you rolled your eyes, drawing your gun and pointing it at her head.

But she was quick, and trained hers on Tally's neck before you could blink.

The man let out an exasperated sigh, hanging his head.

"I'm really sorry. She was like a crouching tiger," Columbus apologized.

Tal seethed, "You got taken hostage by a twelve-year old?"

"This is why I call you a doofus, Doofus," you sighed.

"Girls mature faster than boys. She's way ahead of where I was at that age," he defended.

"Twelve's the new twenty. Gun, please," she ordered, holding out her hand.

"You know I'm a squeeze and a smile away from makin' you past tense, right?" You cocked a brow, taking off the safety with a click.

"You wouldn't," she scoffed.

"Neither would you," you scoffed back.

The two of you quickly aimed for the sunroof, letting out a shot before returning to position.

"Don't kill me with my own gun!" Tallahassee shouted.

You paid him no mind.

"I like you," you smirked at the girl, impressed.

She let out a small smile at the compliment, before catching herself and going back to normal, "Honk the horn."

"What?" Columbus asked.

"Honk it!"

"Honk the damn horn, Doofus," you groaned.

He quickly honked it, and the other girl stepped out from behind a hay bale, gun drawn.

"Oh, it's your sister...with my gun," he sighed, sticking his hand out the roof and waving, "Hello."

'I'm gonna shoot him before the day's over.'

"Bummer," she sarcastically winced as she came up on the driver's side, gun aimed at Columbus, "Now step away from the vehicle."

"Not if you would like to see your sister's brains on display," you denied, the woman checking the back and seeing that you most definitely had a gun trained on her sister.

Again.

"I take Weirdo's seat, he sits shotgun, and Country goes in the back with you," she offered, turning to you.

You turned to Tally, who looked back at you with a nod.

So you nodded to her, and Columbus got out the car, everyone switching around their seating arrangements.

But you forgot how big this man was, and you were now squished in the back between the twelve-year old adult and the annoyingly charming cowboy.

'Fuck me.'

As soon as Wichita sat down, she turned and pulled a handgun on you.

You quickly switched your target from Little Rock to her, and Tal trained his gun on her as well.

"For fuck's sake, enough! We're being chased by ravenous freaks! Do we not have enough problems?" Columbus exclaimed, turning around to face you all, "Oh, they stole my Hummer. We have trust issues. They piss me off. Get over it! We can't just fucking drive down the road playing I Spy or some shit for hours like five normal-ass Americans?"

He caught his breath, turning back around in his seat.

"Fuck me."

"Whoa," you nodded, shocked.

That's the loudest you'd ever heard him raise his voice.

"I know," he sighed.

"Let me be the mature one here," Tal stated, slowly lowering his gun.

The rest of you carefully followed, and Wichita finally pulled off.

Everyone stayed in wary silence for a long while, until Columbus decided to spark up some conversation.

"So...where are you guys headed?" He asked.

"Pacific Playland," Little Rock answered.

"The amusement park?" Tal cocked a brow.

"Wait, outside LA?" Columbus turned around to face her.

"Yeah, we went there as kids," she smiled.

"That place totally blows," Tal chuckled.

Everyone turned to him with a scolding look, but he shrugged it off, turning to the little girl with a condescending smirk.

"My mind. It's so fun. Just perfect entertainment for the whole family."

"That's country for I'm a fuckin' dementia patient and should be admitted," you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"You act like you're such a spring chicken," he scoffed with a smirk, knowing the comment would get on your nerves.

"Thirty gives me spring chicken status, asshole," you spat, shooting him a sharp glare.

He smiled.

You were pretty when you were mad.

"I went there as a kid, too," Columbus quickly interrupted, not wanting the two of you to embarrass him in from of Wichita, "In fact, this probably counts as off-season."

"Well, did you guys hear? There are no zombies there," Little Rock smiled.

"Yeah, we heard," Tal nodded, turning to her with an air of annoyance, "Uh, y'know what, I may not shoot you, but you have still royally pissed me off, and I'm not going to play with you at Pacific Playland."

The girl looked slightly hurt, and you rolled your eyes, sitting back in your seat with a sigh.

"Don't worry, he grows on you," Columbus assured, turning to Wichita.

"Really?" She sarcastically asked.

"No, he gets worse," you corrected.

"Okay, how about we play the Quiet Game? Yeah? Starting now," she shut down.

And everyone stayed quiet...until Columbus spoke up again.

"Oh, um, I've actually been meaning to ask you. Did you hear anything about Columbus, Ohio?" He asked.

"You never played the Quiet Game?" She asked.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"No? Well, they're playing it in Columbus," she stated, coldly, "It's a total ghost town. It's burned to the ground."

That was fucked.

You cleared your throat, tapping her shoulder with your gun.

She turned to you, and you nodded towards the doofus, who looked on the brink of tears.

"You're Columbus..." she finally got, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

He didn't answer for once, and instead opted for the window, taking a deep breath.

She paused for a moment, trying to come up with the right words.

"We'll get you a ride. That way you can take it if you wanna go see for yourself, or find somewhere new," she offered.

He turned to her and gave a thankful nod, the two of them sharing eye contact while you and Tal gave each other knowing looks, wiggling your eyebrows.

'Doofus might get some tail after all.'

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

"Who wants to go first?" Tal asked as the five of you stepped foot on the porch of this Native-American themed rest stop.

Everyone was feeling a little cooped up in the car, so you all decided now would be as good a time as any to stretch your legs.

But living in the apocalypse meant being constantly aware of your surroundings.

And someone had to check things out first.

"Dibs," you smirked, stepping forward.

"After you, Princess," he taunted with a pretend bow.

You rolled your eyes, kicking up a rock from the ground and catching it, tossing it at the small bell hanging from the doorway.

With a loud growl, a zombie suddenly came sprinting out from the back, running straight for you.

Noticing a mallet with tribal paint sitting patiently in a barrel, you grabbed it, smashing the monster right in the face.

It fell over and you were quick to wail on it, not letting up until it's head was completely caved in.

And even then you made sure it was done with a head shot.

Tally let out a long whistle, and you turned back to the group with a proud smile.

You were met with varying different expressions.

Columbus was embarrassed, Wichita and Little Rock were concerned, and Tal was beaming with pride, and a little bit of something else.

"What?" You asked, confused.

"This is why you're my favorite," he chuckled, giving you a firm pat on the shoulder and stepping over the dead body, walking in.

But in all honesty, that rougher than normal pat was the only thing keeping him from tossing you over his shoulder and finding somewhere private.

Since day one, you were a thorn in his side.

A pain in his ass.

You were loud, and opinionated as fuck, and ragged on him any chance you got.

You were cut-throat, and cold, and irritable, and concerning levels of violent.

But you were also funny, and confident to boot, and oh, so fucking sexy it drove him insane.

You were impossibly gorgeous, even while being in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.

Your hair, your skin, your curves, your smile, your hot Jersey accent.

In fact, you looked so good that he'd thought you were at least in your early twenties when he first met you.

Not that he discriminated by age, but such a beautiful and capable woman like yourself deserved find someone else better than him, someone younger than him, someone more your speed.

So until that day came, and he could finally start getting over you, he would press his feelings deep, deep, deep down, until he could no longer notice they were there.

You entered the store with a smile, making a beeline for the snack aisle.

"C'mon, you little bastard. Where are you?" You muttered to yourself with a smile, searching for a fridge.

After speed-walking to the end of the aisle, you found yourself staring at a wall of glass fridges, filled with water and sodas galore.

"There is a god," you beamed, starting to scour for that signature red label and delicious brown tint.

"Why do you wanna find this Coke so bad?" Little Rock asked, walking over to stand next to you.

"'Cause it reminds me of the time before the world went to shit," you answered bluntly, not taking your eyes off the wall.

She nodded, staying quiet as you continued to look.

"Gotcha," you smirked, opening one fridge and grabbing a can, the satisfying crack of it opening scratching a very nice part of your brain.

As you took a rough swig, the little girl looked like she wanted to ask another question.

"Back at the other store, when I pretend to get bit, you got really mad," she started.

You cocked a brow, "Yeah.....and?"

"Was it because something like that happened to you?" She asked, looking up at you with a flicker of guilt.

You sighed, noticing that you'd now have to choose your words carefully.

"Yeah," you nodded, sliding down the glass to take a seat on the floor, "Yeah, it happened to me."

She slowly sat down next to you, pulling her knees up to her chest.

"Do you think...you could tell me about it?" She turned to you, sincerely.

You nodded, deciding now was as good as ever to get three months of angst off your chest.

"The day everything went to hell, I went into my brother's car shop, like I would any other day," you started, looking down at your drink, "Everything was normal 'til around noon, and my brother left for lunch. I had asked him to pick me up a Coke while I hung back to finish up a detail that was running long. But even when I finished he still wasn't back yet..."

You quickly gathered yourself, already feeling your voice about to crack.

And you were not about to start bawling in front of this twelve-year old.

You took a deep breath, "I was washin' my hands, when I started to hear some commotion comin' from outside. And like usual, I paid it no mind. Newark wasn't the greatest city to begin with."

She nodded for you to go on, fully invested.

"But it started to get louder and louder, and it wasn't the usual sounds of scuffles and punches. It was screaming. Bloody-murder type screaming. And loud, monster-like grunting," you continued, staring down at the ground as the sound echoed in your ears.

"I knew better than to go outside and check it out, so I went for the window, picking up an ax off the wall, just in case," your heart beat roughly in your chest, as if you were reliving it right that moment.

"When I looked outside, all I could see was chaos. Neighbors were eatin' neighbors, cars were crashin', and those that were still normal were running around in a huge panic, gettin' taken out left and right."

You shook your head at the next part, taking a swig of your drink.

"And me, bein' dumb and terrified, dropped my weapon, making a loud clang," you let out a painful chuckle, turning to the little girl, "And guess who found their way home?"

Her eyes went wide, and she clutched her knees tighter, already knowing the answer.

"Yup," you nodded, "My brother came running in through the back door, all glassy-eyed and covered in blood."

Little Rock let you take a moment before you started up again, not saying a word.

She felt that if she'd made anything over the peep, it would shatter the surprisingly strong hold you had on your emotions at the moment.

"He ran straight for me, growling and hissing like a fuckin' animal, and I picked up the ax, using the dull side to knock him in the stomach. And he fell over, hitting his head against the pavement. But he was still alive, slightly moving," you continued, taking another swig.

"Finally able to get a good look at him.......I knew he was gone. Chunks of his skin was missing, his shirt was stained red from whatever poor bastard he'd attacked on the way.....and the constant smile I had never seen him without.....was gone."

You stared out at the aisle in front of you, an empty expression on your face.

"I knew it wasn't him anymore.......and I didn't want him to hurt anyone else......so I did what needed to be done," you stated, "His head went rollin' and I booked it for my apartment, bashing whatever came within three feet of me."

You let out an awkward chuckle, "I was lucky I had a wannabe redneck for a dad. I scooped up all the guns I could carry and stole a truck, then got out the city as fast as I could."

Tally, Columbus, and Wichita all shared sorry looks, the three of them having listened to the story right from the beginning.

No wonder you freaked out so much before.

What you went through was fucked, even on Zombieland standards.

Little Rock looked down at her feet, ashamed, almost as if she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized, barely above a whisper.

You quickly shook yourself out of it, going back to your normal, Jersey self and flashing her a smile.

"Don't apologize. You were doin' what you had to in order to survive," you assured, standing up and ruffling her hair, "Besides, I didn't tell you the story to make you feel bad, I told you to give clarity. Now we're square."

She looked up at you with a small smile, and you smirked, taking a final swig of your Coke before tossing it somewhere.

Suddenly, you heard something shatter, and Tally howled excitedly.

"Yeah. Come on, break another one," he egged.

You and Little Rock turned to each other with a confused look, before walking over to see what was happening.

Wichita joined you two to watch Columbus push over another vase, an awkward smile on his face.

"Nice," Tally nodded.

Wichita pushed over a cup of drumsticks, and you and Little Rock picked up a snow globe, smashing it on the ground.

Delightful chaos ensued, and after ten minutes of non-stop destruction, the five of you had completely destroyed the store.

Standing at the entrance to admire your work, you suddenly caught a whiff of something.

It was flowery.

Quickly sniffing the air, you found it was coming from Tallahassee.

"Tex..."

"Yes, Princess."

"Why the hell do you smell like petunias?"

He snapped his head over to Columbus, glaring at him so hard that he'd probably burn holes if such a thing was possible.

"I think I'm at fault for that," the boy admitted awkwardly, slowly inching away from the man.

You snickered, resting your arm on Tal's shoulder.

"Keep messin' with him, Doofus, and he'll strike a fault with your head."

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

[igotanidea]

Mine: AK!Jason x reader

Is it second update today? Yes. But I'm on a roll and I simply cannot keep @thesandsofelsweyr waiting anymore (thank you for requesting!)

Summary/request: "why are you shaking" angst with AK! Jason

Warning: a bit smut-ish, but nothing explicit. (not in this part at least....)

***

„Why are you shaking?” he didn’t even bother taking his helmet off and the distorted voice coming from it really did make her tremble. Not that she was going to admit it, even though he was angry at her.

“I’m… I’m not.” she stuttered

“Stop lying to me!” oh, shit, he was angry. What about? Did she do something? Or did his other mission went south? Again? He wasn’t telling her anything, how the hell was she supposed to guess what got him spinning?

“I’m sorry.” She squealed and took a step back, slouching to make herself smaller “I….”

“What did you do?” he hissed

“No…. nothing, I swear…..”

“Nothing?” he took another step forward, the words hanging in the air like an axe that could fall onto her neck in a second. She had to be extremely careful at the moment. “Nothing, princess?”

“I…..”

“so you are trying to tell me, you weren’t fantasizing about your past life? Hm?”

“Jace, I…..”

“Stop calling me that!” he yelled, grabbing her arm and shaking her violently, getting another broken sob which she could not hold back “it’s not who I am anymore!”

“But you are….” She tried to calm him, but it was for nothing

“I don’t know what little fantasy you got in your head, but let me tell you: it’s not gonna come true.”

“please….” she begged struggling against his bruising grip

“Look around, Y/N. See where you are? This is Arkham. Not Wayne Manor.”

“I know… I know… I…..”

“Shut up! When will it get into your silly little head?! No one, no one is coming to save you!

“I don’t need to be saved….. I’m with you and ……”

“Me?” he laughed viciously “you still think you can save me? Oh, honey.” He raised his gloved hand and brushed her cheek, but it was more threatening than loving and she shook upon the harsh feeling “such a delusional, brainwashed, stupid girl, aren’t you? Batman won’t rescue you! And neither will Robin. And definitely not Nightwing! Oh… “sudden realization hit him “that’s who you were thinking about while touching yourself weren’t you?” those cameras he had all over Asylum were not for nothing. “Did those silly dirty thoughts make you come?”

“Wha….. what? I didn’t …… How…..?”

“STOP LYING TO ME!” he yelled again, this time in full voice and a few tears fell down her cheeks. He still didn’t believe she loved him. HIM. Not his brother. His twisted mind worked in two completely opposite directions. On one hand he was jealous and possessive and wanted her under him, wanted to love her, on the other abused and threatened her, convinced that those were the only methods of keeping her. Jason was simply too afraid of letting her lose, worried that the second he let go she would run away, not wanting to stay with the monster like him. He believed he needed to force her to love him, no matter how much she assured him it was different.

How wrong he was.

And it made her angry and desperate. Determined enough to sacrifice her own health and safety to prove that to him.

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT NIGHTWING! I DON’T FUCKING CARE!” she yelled through the tears, not caring about the consequences of that outburst. “I don’t….. it’s you…. It’s…..” her voice broke, as well as her legs and she found herself on the floor, unable to stand anymore.

Well, not for long, since Jason grabbed her arm and yanked her back to her feet, pressing her back to the wall. For a moment they just stayed like that and then he removed his helmet, finally reveling his face, those beautiful eyes conveying so many mutually exclusive emotions. With one hand he tossed it to the floor, not caring anymore and she trembled, suddenly fully aware how close he was and how many pain he could bring her.

Not more than Harley though.

“Y/N….” he whispered “Y/N, Y/n, Y/n…..” her name fell from his lips like a silent prayer.

“I’m ready for my punishment now.” she closed her eyes

“You’re such a good little pet, aren’t you?” he laughed condescendingly “are you scared of me?” he removed one of his glove and traced her trembling bottom lip.

“No.”

“You should be.” he whispered those cliché words and not giving her any opportunity to answer leaned forward and kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t delicate. It never was with him.

It was angry and rough and animalistic and predatory, almost like he wanted to swallow her whole. Y/N moaned at the feeling and locked her hands on his neck, pulling him closer. Since this time he was still in his armor, Jason did not push her away. She couldn’t truly feel his body and scars under all those layers so that he could accept. But it didn’t mean she was off the hook. He bit on her bottom lip. Hard, drawing a bit of blood and the metallic taste of it in his mouth spur him on even more. He grabbed her legs and locked them on his waist, hoisting her up in the process, grinding against her, getting some more of her sweet sounds. “Did it feel so good in your fantasies with Nightwing?” he mumbled into her skin, mouth tracing the path starting on her jaw, ending on her collarbone.

“No…” she whined, tangling hands in his hair, pulling lightly, not strong enough to try and explain that it was never Nightwing in her wet dreams “No…..”

“You’re not getting away from me.” He bit on the sensitive skin, her head falling back in ecstasy. “You’re mine.”

“Yes. Yes. I’m yours. Please….” she wanted so much more from him, but asking would be just so stupid

“You want more, princess?”

“please….”

“too bad I’m not into giving mood.” He smirked and let go off her, causing her to drop to the floor. Again. It was just getting to intimate for her and he couldn’t not have that. “Too bad you will have to take care of yourself. I expect a little show tonight, princess. And you better think about me while coming. You hear me?” he crouched next to her, grabbing her chin and forcing her eyes on him.

“Yes.” She nodded

“I want to hear you moan my name. And then maybe, maybe….  you can convince me to help you. It’s up to you whether I’ll be good for you or not. Just remember….” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear “you’re mine.”

And then, almost like nothing happened, he stood up, collected his helmet and left the room, leaving her panting and gasping and with the sudden urge to give him the best show of his life.  

Anything to have him.

Anything....

.............

@jasontoddsthickbabe - fixing my negligence here 😁😉

[dino-fart]

Heyi don't know if you still open request but can you make angst Stephen strange x reader?

Reader is his sorcerer and his girlfriend , she always feel stephen not really lover her but she ignore her inner thoughts. Until in Multiverse of madness, in Christine wedding reader heard Stephen talk to Christine, again she ignore that. Then when they landed in sinister strange universe. Stephen literally ignoring reader and more focus to cristine, he even aked cristine to take care of him when he about dreamwalking. Reader realise stepehn never will love her. After they back to they own universe reader talk to stephen about they relationship and the fact stephen abandoned her. Stepehn feel he very stupid and sorry but well -

it's up to you about the ending you want make angst or happy

@saltykidcreation

Oof, ouch man

Here's your angst WITH A TWIST!

"I love you in every universe," Stephen said to Christine.

You felt your heart break in two. You stood there in the background like you always were. You watched Christine help him because he asked her to. You walked over to the broken Sanctum window and sat down. You lost yourself in the black hole that spun in the sky.

It resembled the black hole in your heart growing. The loss of Stephen and the acceptance of there was no love for you back home. You closed your eyes and let the surroundings overwhelm you.

"Let's get back to our universe!" You heard Stephen say. Christine stopped Stephen in his tracks and pointed to you sitting there. Stephen turned around and walked over to you slowly. "Hey...Are you okay?" He said softly and put his hand on your shoulder.

Are you okay? Are you OKAY? How dare he?! You opened your eyes and just nodded. "Come on, let's go home." Stephen stood up and gently helped you stand up. A star-shaped portal opened up in the middle of the room. You watched Christine jump through the portal and Stephen followed right behind her. Like he always did.

You stood there, still in the haunted Sanctum. "Honey? Come on!" Stephen looked at you and offered his hand. Tears fell down your cheeks and you stared at Stephen's confused expression. It would be the last time you'd see his stupid face again. "What are you doing?! Come on, the portal is closing!" Stephen walked closer to the portal.

You stepped back from the portal and looked at the young girl struggling to hold it open. "Close it..." You said to her and more tears fell down your cheeks.

America let go because she couldn't hold it anymore. You heard Stephen call your name as it shut. "Get me back there, America! Please!" Stephen looked at the teenager.

"I-I'll try!" She nodded frantically.

She opened the portal again but it led to Christine's universe. Stephen helped Christine step through the portal so she could go home. "Stephen...Promise me that when you find her, you remind her how much you love her. Don't lose what's in front of you again." Christine advised and went back home. Stephen was now alone with America.

"I can keep trying..." America said softly.

"Don't...Don't hurt yourself...Let's go back to Kamar-Tajj...Wong can help." Stephen said sadly.

You fell to your knees and cried softly. You buried your face in your hands and wept.

"Now now, little canary, there's no need to cry." You heard a familiar voice say.

You looked up slowly to see Sinister Strange standing in front of you. He smirked down at you, the holes in his torso from the fence slowly closing up.

Part 2!!

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[Bitter Sweet Sixteen] 002-A21 - Carpe Diem

*tapping*

Muneuji: …-ake, Isotake.

Akuta: …Hm?

Muneuji: You'll catch a cold sleeping here.

Akuta: Wasn't sleeping. I was listening to the egg. Anyway, you're back late.

Muneuji: Apologies for the worry.

Akuta: What were you doin' til now?

Muneuji: I was going around the 88 Temples.

Akuta: Oh… casually taking on that harsh 145km pilgrimage… that's gotta take a mind of steel and an infinite supply of stamina~

Muneuji: No, it was nearing the devil's hour*, so I've suspended it. I tried to go everywhere, but—

I didn't make it. …Apologies.

Akuta: …

Fu fu fu.

There's no need to call on the gods, because we've already been granted it—our special item.

Muneuji: ?

Akuta: Have faith. This is a turning point in our story.

Momiji: Aaugh… I can't do this anymore…!

Just what on earth have those students done! Don't you think this treatment is too cruel?

Sakujiro: Just to confirm, that beer you're downing is nonalcoholic, yes?

Momiji: Yeah, what about it!?

Sakujiro: Nothing. I've no particular motive for asking.

And—in regards to the weather tomorrow, there's nothing to be done.

It being an area said to have little rain, nobody could have guessed it would rain on the day of the event.

Momiji: …I know that. But still.

(In the end, nobody even turned up for dinner.)

(The GPS lets me know where they are, so I don't have to worry about that, but—)

(Everyone being scattered right before the big day… This is all my responsibility.)

(Even so… just what should I do here?)

(I couldn't even persuade Akuta-kun. Maybe I really am incapable of leading people.)

(So then—)

So then, I can't be a splendid teacher…!

Sakujiro: Do calm down. You are a tour conductor.

My heart aches for you. Your mind has become quite clouded.

Momiji: H-has it… sorry.

Sakujiro: Now, here, please have some water.

Momiji: Thank you…

Sakujiro: …

Momiji: It's true that I'm a tour conductor, not a teacher. But I'm older than them, and have more life experience-

So… even though I intended to teach them all sorts of things, I've only been learning myself.

I couldn't do anything right at all… I'm truly ashamed.

Sakujiro: …

A life without mistakes would be boring indeed.

Momiji: Huh?

Sakujiro: A life where you never stumble, with no ups and downs. …Such a life would have no moments of deep emotion.

To take a long-term view, the times where things don't go right are for the sake of catharsis upon success—

Seeing that is a kind of talent, I believe.

Momiji: …

(Such a kind expression… he's trying to cheer me up.)

(…Right. It doesn't particularly matter if things don't go well.)

(Even if it's not perfect, it's fine…)

That's right… No matter the conclusion, I'll accept it.

*stands up*

Momiji: So long as I've done everything I can…!

*shuffling*

Sakujiro: Where are you off to at this time of night?

Momiji: I'm heading to Kobe for a bit!

Momiji: I'm going to see if I can borrow a weather control device from the special tourism ward!

Sakujiro: Right now? But, the ways to get off the island are already—

Momiji: I'll figure something out!

It's a period of preparation in order to someday obtain catharsis… when I heard you say that, my heart lightened. Thank you.

I felt a little comforted, thinking that it's good to take a long-term view. But—

But I think that's something we can say because we're already adults.

The time you experience Summer as a kid goes by in the blink of an eye—this moment, right now, will never come again.

Making sure their sixteen year old Summer memories are framed in the best way is my role as their external instructor, as the chief of Hama Tours!

Sakujiro: —Chief…

Momiji: Please don't try to stop me!

Sakujiro: No, I've no intention of stopping you.

Momiji: Huh?

Sakujiro: —The last ferry.

*jingling*

Sakujiro: If I drive seriously, we should make it in time.

Ushio: Ah.

Nanaki: …Ah.

Ushio: …

Nanaki: (Running into each other now… this is awkward. Should've waited a bit longer before coming out.)

(No, why should I be thinking that? …This is such a pain.)

(As I thought, being alone is much more comfortable…)

Sakujiro: Good morning, everyone.

Nanaki: Good mooorniiing…

Ushio: …Do you know where Muneuji went?

Sakujiro: He has already left, along with Isotake-kun.

Ushio: …Ah, 'kay.

Pretty admirable to be full of motivation. Even though it's all gonna be ruined regardless.

Nanaki: What about Kinugawa-kun, Sakuchan-sensei? He wasn't there when I woke up.

Sakujiro: He went to the atelier early this morning. He appears to be helping put up the lanterns with Gannosuke-san.

And so, it is only you two left.

Nanamegi-kun, you are assisting with the installation of the sound equipment, and Kurama-kun, you are assisting with the construction of the stands—

It is finally the day of the festival. Things are going to get busy, so prepare yourselves post-haste.

Ushio: Yeah, got it, got it.

Sakujiro: You need only say it once.

Ushio: Gooot iiit…

Nanaki: …

Nanaki: …It's such a lovely morning, and yet.

Do you really—

Intend on making it rain today… god…

*He uses the term "逢魔が時" (ouma ga toki), which is similar to the "witching hour"/"devil's hour" in what it means, except it refers to twilight hours/6pm as opposed to midnight or 3am. Since there are other ways to say "twilight", I felt I had to keep the supernatural tone, and opted for "devil's hour" since I believe it's used less often than "witching hour" and could therefore cause less confusion in regards to the time… even if it does still ultimately refer to a different time than "逢魔が時"

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