#and then sigh in relief when he doesn't end up killing himself

[rafesfavgirl]

i just want to know — r. cameron

another sad one bc i apparently don't know when to stop lol

❝ you didn't measure up in any measure of a man and i don't even want you back,  i just want to know ❞

pairing: ex-situationship!rafe x fem!reader

context: on the night of your 21st birthday, you run into rafe cameron—the boy who broke your heart.

words: 1.3k+

warnings: mentions of a toxic situationship, drunk!reader, word vomit, alcohol use, cigarette use, might make you cry, so much ANGST

you tumble out of the bar, your vision getting hazy from the amount of alcohol you'd drank, when two hands reach out to steady you.

"woah there, doll," the familiar drawl of his voice catches your attention, the alcohol haze fading for just a second as your eyes meet his.

rafe cameron.

"those are bad for you, you know," you point at the unlit cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth and he narrows his eyes at you, amused at your drunken state.

"and alcohol's not good for you either, but that didn't stop you, did it?" he kinks an eyebrow and you giggle.

"touché," you nod once and slip out of his arms to walk along the sidewalk, before slipping down against the brick wall of the bar to sit down on the concrete.

"alright, what are you doing?" rafe walks over to you when you begin unstrapping your heels from your feet.

"these shoes have been killing me all night," you complain, letting out a sigh of relief and tossing them off to the side.

"then why do you wear them?" rafe asks, taking a seat beside you.

"because they make my legs look hot," you say, causing him to chuckle.

he couldn't exactly argue. when the two of you used to go out, your legs were one of his favorite things about you—especially the way they looked wrapped around his waist.

"where are your friends, doll?" rafe takes the cigarette out of his mouth and shoves it into his pocket.

"don't know," you shrug. "making out with some guys, maybe?"

"and why aren't you?" he asks. "isn't it your birthday?"

that makes you snap your head towards him. "are you stalking me?"

"i-"

"i'm just kidding," you playfully hit his arm and giggle, causing him to shake his head at you, amused. "and to answer your question, i prefer to be single."

"oh?" his eyebrows raise, his blue irises boring into yours. "and why's that?"

"it keeps me focused," you say, pointing a finger at your forehead.

"focused on what?"

"school, college, my career…" you begin listing things off, and rafe listens intently. "i wanna be a doctor, you know. can't be out and about dating guys and getting my heartbroken."

"just 'cause you meet a guy in a bar doesn't mean you gotta date 'em," he reminds you. "don't you wanna have fun?"

"i tried that already, remember?" you allude to the situation you'd put yourself in with him a year ago, the alcohol clearly clouding your judgment—you'd never bring that up to him sober. "it didn't work out quite how i wanted it to."

a sigh falls from his lips, as he glances down. "y/n…"

"hey, can i ask you something?" you cut him off, and he picks his head up to look at you again.

"are you in the state to ask me something?"

"probably not," you shake your head, a smile on your lips. "but i probably won't get the chance to ask again."

"alright, shoot," he nodded.

you tilt your head to the side, eyes locking with his. "why did you end it?"

by the way his shoulders shift and his posture straightens, it was clear he wasn't expecting that to be the question. he always thought it ended amicably because you both agreed to it—or maybe that's just what he's told himself to prevent himself from feeling bad for breaking your heart.

"i mean, was it me?" you continue when he doesn't answer. "did i do something wrong? was i not experienced enough? did you just feel bad for me? what was it? cause i've driven myself crazy trying to figure it out and i just— i thought we were having fun."

you knew that you'd began to ramble, questions slipping out of your mouth with no filter, the alcohol winning over.

his eyes scan over your face, which looked to be in agony, your eyebrows scrunched and your eyes pleading.

"we were," he nods. "y/n, it never had anything to do with you."

"then why?" you asked, voice cracking.

the alcohol was now making you emotional, and there was no stopping it.

"why did you end it, rafe?" you poke a finger at his chest. "i thought you liked me."

"i did," he said, hand reaching up to push a piece of your back. "oh, pretty girl, i did."

his touch lingers for a second before it's gone again, and your eyes are welling up with tears.

"then why were there always other girls?" you ask, surprising him—he didn't know you knew about them. "if you liked me, why was there always someone else? why were you always with someone else when you weren't with me? why wasn't i enough for you?"

"i— i didn't think you knew about them," he admits.

"i pretended not to," you shrug, sniffling. "thought if i said something, i'd lose you. i mean, it's not like we were dating, y'know? i wasn't your girlfriend— it wasn't my place to tell you not to be with other girls. i just thought that if i'd stuck around long enough you'd realize that—" you stop and shake your head. "you know what, it doesn't even matter. it's not like it's gonna change anything."

well now, he felt like shit. you'd played it off so well when it ended—or maybe he was just too high to notice—but seeing you like this… he'd be lying to himself if he said it didn't break his heart.  "i didn't know you cared that much."

"well, now you do," you tell him, before pushing off the ground to stand up. "and if you'll excuse me, i'm not really in the party mood anymore, so if you see my friends, tell them i left."

"y/n, wait," rafe scrambles to his feet, his hand reaching out to clasp around your wrist to stop you from walking away.

"what?" you turn to look at him, defeated. this wasn't exactly how you expected the night of your 21st birthday to pan out.

"i'm sorry, a'ight?" he drops his hand from your wrist, shoulders shrugging as his sad eyes met yours. "i never wanted to hurt you, i just— i wasn't ready."

"and that was fine," you tell him. "but you should've told me that. not pretended like you were taking me seriously when you weren't. i asked you so many times, rafe. and you lied, every time."

rafe sighs, hand motioning to you. "you were just so pure. perfect. i didn't have it in me to hurt you."

you scoff, head shaking as you eyes averted to the side. "doesn't mean you didn't."

"i know, i know," he closes the distance between you, taking both your hands in his. "and there is not a day that goes by where i don't kick myself for how horribly i treated you."

well, this was definitely news to you. when he called things off with you, claiming that it'd be too hard because you were going off to college and meeting new people, he made it look so easy. the words rolled off his tongue as if he'd said it a thousand times before. while you were falling for him, you were just another girl.

"i am so sorry," he says, eyes zoned in on yours. "the last thing i wanted was for you to feel as if you weren't enough for me. if anything, you were too much. and i mean that in a good way. i was too much of an idiot to see how special you were then."

though you'd waited for him to say those words the last six months, they didn't mean much to you now. you'd already come to terms with the fact that he just wasn't the one—hearing him say this now only provides you the closure you so desperately needed to move on for good.

"god," he brings a hand up to caress your cheek, and for just a second, you let yourself lean into it. "some guy is gonna be lucky as hell to get you one day."

"that guy just isn't you."

a small, sad smile forms on his lips, but he nods. "happy birthday."

y'all i think this one triggered something in me bc why tf am i crying rn 🌝

promise i'll start working on some cuter fics that aren't so heartbreaking!!!

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[offantasiesandreams]

God imagining. A More ridiculous route for the thought reading thing. ‘I am going to jump out of this window to get to that specter-‘ “NO!!!!!!!!”

Batter may be smart, but the smartest people can also be the dumbest alive! Reader really needs to keep him on a leash from time to time!

Mental Link - Silly Version

Despite being fairly odd for a library, with the majority of the shelves being fake and not allowing for the sole purpose of the building - reading, you had to admit to its aesthetic being rather nice. The view was remarkable. Had the edifice not been infested with the likeness of spectres it would have probably been a nice place to read books indeed. But that was not why you had taken it upon yourself to climb down this tower of knowledge: You simply forgot to write down the code granting access to the upmost part.

Even so, the story of how Japhet turned into the vile creature you knew him as was interesting. It did make you feel bad for both the Elsen and him. And knowing you had little to fear when it came to being assaulted by those horrid phantoms, due to your companion, you could take the happenings in without worry. Although you did know you had to hurry up, but that was not on your mind as you were engrossed in the books. …whale outside…

With a jolt you remembered your primary objective and noted down the order of the numbers on a luck ticket. It was quite unfortunate that you did not possess any other kind of paper. Scribbling on it might diminish its power. …have to defeat spectre…

You put it away, separating it from the untainted healing items, as you turned to Batter, who was staring out the window, eyeing something that had clearly caught his attention. Not unlike a cat, actually, but that was a thought for another day. Approaching him, you opened your mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the right words to say when you heard his thoughts: I am going to jump out of this window to get to that spectre.

In fact, he was already opening the window as you watched him for another second, the indescribable taste of panic mixing with disappointment. Seeing him climb onto the frame of the window revealed a power within you you were previously unaware of.

“NO!!!” There was no time for you to even think properly as you dashed towards him and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling him back. Naturally, he stumbled ontop of you, but quickly got up once more.

The spectre is still out there.

“Batter, if you jump out of that window I will personally kill you before you hit the ground!”

The silence between the two of you for that second was deafening, until he finally spoke up again: “I can assure you-”

“NO!!!” Holding onto his sleeve so he wouldn’t run off, you groaned. “Give me your bat.”

He did as he was told and you soon held his, surprisingly heavy, weapon of choice. After having rotated it so you held the barrel in your hands, you lightly bonked him on the head with the knob several times. “My Player, that is not how you make proper use of a bat. If you so wish, I can show you how it is utilised.”

“My mans, I am punishing you right now. Stop doing stuff like this and I won’t have to bonk you.”

Even if Batter was being penalised right now, he did not seem to mind. If anything, all you could make out in his thoughts were observations of how he could have improved his already perfect plan of defeating the mammal.

[devilfic]

Do you still make Batman x reader? If yes, could I request a "reader figures out Bruce Wayne is Batman"?

Thank you!

❝honeymoon❞

parts: next plot: 'til death do you part. pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: arranged marriage, friends to enemies to (fake) lovers, implied history between reader and bruce. words: 760.

a/n: a little something quick that I thought of!

Recognizing that you had agreed to this, you had been prepared to accept anything. An affair, a drug addiction, secret ties to the mafia overlords like high society always suspected. That was your job as Bruce's spouse: contractually obligated to be okay with it and never let anyone find out about it. Whatever it was.

Even now, as your brain short circuits and the floor feels like you're about to sink right into it, you're looking for ways to be okay with this, and he's looking at you like he wants to kill you.

It's a fleeting look. One second there, the next vanished. Neither of you say anything but there is a world of things being felt, you're certain. One of you has to budge. "This... isn’t what I was expecting."

But Bruce doesn't laugh (and you'd never expect him to, not in your presence). He stands there, heaving slow breaths to calm himself down, the cowl still conspicuously trembling between both of his hands. He could've tossed it or let it go but it's almost like you've frozen him solid.

"Where did you get that?" Is all he demands, eyes trained on the key glimmering in your hand now. "The doormen have orders to-"

"To not let me in? I know. I had the key made myself. Your doormen are easy to persuade with the right amount of money."

Bruce's lip twitches and he scoffs. "I won't tell anyone," you assure him, about 75% convinced of it yourself, "It does me no good to have extra eyes on me, and I'm sure you've got contingency plans in place were I or anyone else to expose you. You were always very good about that. Plans."

"Of course you won't. Your mother wouldn't approve of the disruption in cash flow."

Your eyes narrow. "I am not interested in what my mother wants."

"Why not? She's a part of this marriage, too. Isn't she?"

"Can we talk about the suit?" Bruce stiffens when you bring back attention to the compromised position you'd found him in. "I have questions, and I suppose if you want me to be good at lying about your... hobby, you'll have to prep me."

"I think the less you know, the better. Personally."

"The 'my husband's just busy with work' spiel is getting old, and people are already starting to talk about us living apart. Now, when I married you," you watch him flinch as you take a step forward, "I promised that I would be with you in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, 'til death do us part. Your business is my business. Your secret," within arm's length of his cowl, you wrench it from his grasp and he relents rather easily, "is my secret. I will take it with me to the grave so long as you keep up your end of the bargain."

Up close, you take in the black paint smeared over his eyes, a fitting backdrop for his stunning eyes so cool. The fire in the hearth flickers off of them, reflecting back at you as you stand but inches apart.

Just as you stole his cowl, Bruce steals your key. He holds it up in the palm of his glove, "You want to move in."

You hum, "It would help with appearances. And my mother would be pleased."

"I thought you weren't interested in what your mother wants."

"I'm not, but she's interested in you, and given tonight's revelation... I think you'd like someone keeping her nose out of your business."

You punctuate your point with a touch to his chest, palm laid flat over his heart and the several layers of iron-clad padding in front of it. His hair falls into his eyes as he looks down at it, then back at you. There's discomfort there but... something else. Resignation, you'd wager. Defeat. You almost sigh in relief when it dawns on you that you've—rather miraculously—won this battle going in completely blind.

Later, it will dawn on you (or plummet on you) just what you've witnessed tonight. Just what you've agreed to. Just who you've married.

Bruce peels your hand away, placing the key in your palm before releasing it like a burning stone. "There are guest rooms on the second floor." He pauses when you're not fast enough to school your expression, his mouth turning down into a scowl, "This changes nothing else." And he stalks away.

Nothing else. This changes nothing else, but if anyone were to ask, the honeymoon was going great.

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[hiraya-rawr]

so i betrayed you, my love– (2/5)

Xiao Version || Childe Version || Thoma Version || Gorou Version || Ayato Version

synopsis !! Part 2 of “You Were The Enemy All Along” featuring the aftermath of betrayal and confrontation, with more depth to their stories! (Part 1 of each character was also included to make reading convenient.)

contains !! some character lore spoilers / a little violence / dialogue heavy in some scenes / reconciliation but also complicated relationships mending together / cameos of other characters! / might be easier to understand if you knew the lore of the characters 

notes !! This was commissioned by the wonderful @mh8 who allowed this to be posted in public for everyone to enjoy! and honestly childe scares me to write bc I've barely written anything for him but I tried to bring out his charm? idk 😭

CHILDE

wc !! 2.4k

The noisiest of them all. He doesn't understand at first, tries to deny it by making jokes. The prank is up, what are you still doing? It's only when your betrayal becomes painfully obvious does he allow himself to laugh. It's ironic to be surprised coming from his line of work. He should really be used to these things.

"If you're this desperate for a fight, you could have just said so," He laughs, "Though, I warn you comrade, I won't hold back this time." It's so easy to drown in the adrenaline of battle and if he doesn't think hard enough, it feels no different than any of your usual spars together. There's a battle crazed look in his eyes at the thought of not holding back with you, but it's odd how numb he feels as Foul Legacy takes over. 

Whether or not he wins the fight, the result remains the same; with him lying in the middle of the battlefield, mask still on, staring blankly upwards. He thinks of the abyss he fell into as a child, and briefly wonders when did it all go wrong.

— Before Him

You sighed in relief, a long day of training was finally coming to an end. Dottore was not an easy harbinger to be a rookie under; aside from the harsh training requirements of a Fatui Agent, you also had to deal with a lunatic scientist for a mentor. You were lucky enough to have the doctor more distracted on conducting his experiments rather than training fresh meat like you. 

You leaned against a wall. You were in an isolated, snowy village, a mile away from the nearest Fatui training ground. It existed quietly, the villagers were as cold as Snezhnaya in that barren wasteland. You knocked twice on the concrete behind you, then an additional four times, then once more.

“Agent (Name), report.” A voice muffles from behind the wall, a figure you can't see.

“Pulcinella adopted a strange boy. . . He's coded as Childe. They say he fell into the abyss. He's quite strong, we've only sparred once but I know there's something off with him.” 

“Hmm. A peculiar new recruit. I've heard from the other agents.” Muttered the figure of the shadows. He doesn't talk much. You know it's to keep identities hidden and to avoid letting you know too much lest you get caught and the information forced out of you (and believe me, the information will be forced out of you).

“You think he could rise in the ranks? Perhaps become a general or diplomat?” You question quietly.

“I think he could be the next Harbinger.”

A sharp intake of breath, surprised. A Harbinger. The next and possibly youngest one after so long.

“Continue your work. Do what you believe is best for our organization. Leave any files you found useful under the gap.” Were his last orders before hearing the footsteps walk away. Work was never easy; you dealt with loneliness most of the time. The only comfort was when an ill-reputed plan of the Fatui failed, knowing it was only possible through your contributions and warnings. For every plan you thwarted was a step closer to revealing your identity and getting killed for it.

Yes, you're prepared. You've been preparing for it ever since you joined the Fatui.

With a sigh, you went back to the training grounds. 

— With Him

There’s a reason why Diluc Ragnvindr survived the hunt by the Harbingers when he sought out revenge in Snezhnaya. That should have been the first red flag for Childe. You were transferred early under his platoon, just when he was solidifying his position as a Harbinger. You were the subordinate he sent out to represent the 11th and, having the approval of Dottore (The old geezer, what a wack. Should he really be trusting a mad scientist? Childe questions this everyday) he trusted you enough to do your job.

Yet, the winery-heir-slash-fatui-serial-murderer escaped Snezhnaya with the help of those damned underground pests they've been trying to get rid of. Honestly, Childe could care less about the guy— if anything, he was immensely excited to try and pick a fight with him! But it still hurt his pride that one of his early missions as a Harbinger didn't turn out well. He needed to prove himself to the Tsaritsa after all! If not to at least make Pulcinella proud.

Going back to you.

It was always him and you; you and him ever since you transferred; sparring blade against blade. It was easy to get along when you were one of the only trainees close to his age, even easier when you managed to keep up with him in everything, bloodlust and all. 

You were his match and he was yours, or so he believed.

“Say, why did Dottore transfer you anyway? Did you get kicked out, pissed him off somehow?” Childe once asked, boots scraping the ground as he dodges an attack from you flawlessly. Despite Dottore’s rather crazed way of managing his platoon, agents were given a handful of benefits for being under a high ranking Harbinger with a budget larger than the others (Experiments don't pay themselves, you know!).

You huff, a little tired from the onslaught of keeping him entertained in battle, “No, didn't he tell you? I requested for transfer.”

“Oh really? What, did the good looks of a new Harbinger catch your eye?” He teases, going on the offensive once more as he sprints to slash his blade. You block it with yours, trying to push him back with force. When he does pull back, getting pushed a few meters away as hir boots skid on snow, you scoff.

“Good looks? If that were the case, I would have transferred to–”

He immediately sprints ahead again, blade nearly catching you off guard as you block the attack.

“Aww come-” Slash. Block. “-on! Don't tell me you're not-” Kick. Jump. “-even a little bit enraptured by-” Hit. Block. “-me?” He huffs heavily, finally catching your eye as your blade stays on his, pushing each other back with all your strength.

“Hmp. Must you be so arrogant?” You strain out, matching his force before– “Maybe. . . maybe just a little bit.” You avert your gaze at the very moment he catches sunlight in your eyes. Childe pauses, his grip on the blade loosens momentarily at your admittance. You take the chance— kicking his stomach back with force as he skids across the training ground, the sword clattering on the ground.

“Does this mean I won?” You giggle, your weapon still in your hand as he looks at you from where he crouches, a smile on your face.

Maybe it's the butterflies that erupted in his stomach, but he laughs out loud. Childe wonders to himself; Is this the thrill of battle? Or something else? You tilt your head in confusion.

“As if! I haven't even gone all out yet!” He yells enthusiastically, “Agent (Ņ̸̛͕͔̏̓ͅa̶͍͊m̸̲̫̄͝ȩ̴̹̙̄̀ͅ.)”

Your smile tenses. Your heart beats. Pensively, you also wonder to yourself; Is this the success of a mission? Or . . . something else?

— After Him .

You should've known.

You should've known, you should've known, you should've known that the Fatui would never have let a betrayal such as yours go so easily. The past few months after him was spent laying low, hiding from daylight and any chance that you could be recognized. A large bounty was on your head and the Fatui weren't cheap by any means. The organization shielded you as much as they could but even you had missions you had to continue fulfilling. You’d gladly risk your life for the better good; after all, if you didn't, you wouldn't have went undercover in the Fatui anyway. 

But now, he was chasing you.

It's back to the snowy forests of Snezhnaya, sprinting and dodging all the tall pines in your way. You hear him gaining speed from behind you, hydro blades swishing as they cut through branches, unbothered to waste energy on dodging. Distantly, the sound of a Fatui gunner prepares his shot. You immediately switch directions, a pyro blast landing inches from where you once were. It’s followed by more blasts, each hitting a little closer to you until—

“Ah!”

It grazes your shoulder, blood escaping the wound and soaking your clothes. You don't stop running, adrenaline keeping you alive and conscious. Childe barks something out in Snezhnayan. You’re too distracted with running to understand what he said, but the Pyro Gunner stops shooting and soon enough you focus on escaping.

A clearing appears in your line of sight. A field of snow and endless white and—

Crash! You're knocked off your feet, landing on the snow. You feel him on your back as you quickly force him away, rolling to the side and kicking. It's a blur from there on— a flurry of kicks, punches, scratches, the snow around you forming the most unrecognizable snow angel.

Until his hydro blade was on your neck as he keeps you pinned underneath him. No amount of sparring could've prepared you for a battle to the death with a harbinger. Your breaths fog together with every exhale, the proximity feels bad for your heart but finally, you get a clear view of the face you haven't seen for months.

“I win,” He says, an ever-so-childish grin on his lips, “Any last words?”

It astounds you how casual he is, as if you weren't running for your life just moments ago. Sparring had always been his favorite game but this wasn't like the other times. You do as you were trained (by both the Fatui and your organization)— you keep your mouth shut. Last words are worthless in the face of the enemy, you’d rather bite your tongue off.

“Hmm. . . the (Ņ̸̛͕͔̏̓ͅa̶͍͊m̸̲̫̄͝ȩ̴̹̙̄̀ͅ) I know would have barked back some words. You would've scoffed.” Childe says, the blade pressing deeper onto your neck, drawing beads of blood to the surface. “Or was that some personality you made up? Was it fun for you?” 

Silence.

The smile falls off his face. Something darkens in his eyes. “Alright. You won't talk, that's okay. Anyone who would dedicate their lives living undercover naturally wouldn't respond. I can respect that.” He starts, the blade doesn't move an inch on your skin, the snow numbing more of your back, “But at least answer me this. Not for your organization, not for you. . . answer it for me; was I ever anything to you?”

Silence. Keep quiet.

Something unrecognizable crosses his face. There’s a smile on his lips, but his eyes are pained.

“You know,”  He whispers, leaning down closer to you. “Whenever we sparred, did you feel anything? Anything at all?” His face contorts to a mix of frustration, “Because I sure as hell knew I loved you. I can differentiate things, (Ņ̸̛͕͔̏̓ͅa̶͍͊m̸̲̫̄͝ȩ̴̹̙̄̀ͅ.)! I knew what was bloodlust, it wasn't just me being battle hungry. I’m not dumb! I knew— know I love you!”

As if wanting to hide from your gaze, he hides his face on the crook of your neck. Forehead to the snow, blade stilling on your skin. Despite how cold everything is, the warmth of him seems enough to coax you in.

“. . . At least tell me how much of it was real. Please.” He mumbles slowly. Did you mean to cause this much anguish? Did you have to go fall for someone like him? 

The words fall from your tongue before you could even catch them. The lack of hesitation, the urge to come clean; “Everything. . . everything was fake. Even my name. (Ņ̸̛͕͔̏̓ͅa̶͍͊m̸̲̫̄͝ȩ̴̹̙̄̀ͅ.). It's fake.”

He freezes over you, listening intently. Snow falls quietly into the ground, you wonder if you'll be buried in— caved to become timeless underneath the ice. Briefly, you think it would be fine if it happens if it's with Childe.

“I know it's hard to trust me, but please— loving you,” Pause. You feel tears well up in your eyes, blinding your vision of the descending snowflakes. “Loving you was real. Is real. It was the realest thing I had in that life under the Fatui. I’m so sorry, Childe, I’m really sorry. And I’m sorry we have to end like this.”

“You mean it?” He asks, hushed.

“Yes, yes, archons I mean it.”

“Then what's your real name?”

Your breath hitches, “(Name).”

“(Name).” He repeats.

The awareness of the metal on your throat becomes all too obvious. Breathing too hard would cause it to press more against your skin. You try to calm down, trying to accept the falling of the snow (the fall of you) as the end of your life nears and suddenly—

the blade is retrieved. You hear the shuffle of leather as it's placed back into its holder. Blinking, bewildered, you glanced up at him only to see his boyish grin.

“You honestly didn't think I'd kill you, right?”

Your mouth falls open. You want to hit him.

“You're going to let me go?”

“I mean, I did kind of let the traveler go back in Liyue.”

“The senior Harbingers reprimanded you for that!” You sit uo, hands flailing as you grab a handful of snow to throw at him. He lets it hit his stomach, laughing.

“It's fine, it's fine! The higher ups don't really care about me as much as they do the others anyway,” He shrugs nonchalantly, “It gives me a whole lot of leeway. If I say I don't want to kill you, they'll just nod along.”

You stare at him longer than you mean to, holding his cheery gaze as the snow continues to settle around you. How quiet and peaceful to exist with him in that space. 

“Is this really okay?” You ask and he falls silent with you.

He looks away to the white horizon, speaking in a softer voice, “Well, of course not. You still betrayed me, I still got hurt,” He inhales, “But you love me. I think that's all that really matters, no?”

Tears well up in your eyes. You can't bear to think how close you were to losing your life (losing him) and how easily he pushes your lifelong conflicts aside. So who cares if you played for the opposing organization? Who cares if you struggled with love and truth?

You've faked yourself for so long but Childe would still embrace you, lies and all.

“Come on, the snow must be cold.” He extends his hand, gesturing for you to take it, “Sooner or later the other scouts would be arriving. You should keep running east.”

“Ajax–” You start but he hushes you gently.

“We won't be seeing each other for a while. I don't know when we’d meet again but. . . you know, I’m sure it'll work out if it's us. So don't cry anymore, (Name).”

Stiffly, you nod. It was this moment that you tried to memorize everything about him— his eyes, his ginger hair, the way your name -your real name- falls off his tongue. You replay every sound he made to say such a name, just for the sake of remembering.

“Now go—” He pushes you to the direction, “Don't worry! I won't let them catch the love of my life!” He grins widely, hydro blades appearing in his hands once more as you nod towards him, tear stained smile in response. Your feet take you away, further and further away as you hear the familiar sounds of his blades against his own agents. Icy wind whipping against your face. You can't help the laugh that escapes you, surely the agents would think their blood-crazed superior is in another one of his impulsive moods. 

You pity them and envy them all the same.

~

notes !! thoma is up next, featuring some of our fav inazuma characters <3 ill edit it into a post once my finals settle down (currently cramming in a cafe) I hope you guys liked this one

childe // i really tried to fulfill that he's the more talkative of the bunch! and honestly with childe’s history of forgive and forget, i dont think it's a surprise that he’d easily forgive MC and brush everything under the rug. if anything, he kind of likes the complexity as far as i could tell! by the way, did you like the inclusion of “before him, with him, and after him”? i think it was a poem or a dedication in some book. I really like the thought of it since it's a good way to divide timelines. BY THE WAY do you like the parallels? In part 1, he was left on the snow looking up at the sky. Now in part 2, ur the one on the snow looking up at him :D

[vioartemis]

One last time

(Tara Carpenter x fem! Bridger! reader)

Summary: Amber and Richie planned on framing Sam and you for the 2022 massacre, as you were both daughters of past Ghostfaces. Only thing; the fans never get a happy end. Neither do you. Request is here :)) a/n: This is pretty short I'm sorry I couldn't come up with anything else 😭 Warnings: blood, injuries, death (reader), angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

“Imagine the headlines tomorrow: ‘Billy Loomis’ daughter went mad and killed her friends with the help of her accomplice, Roman Bridger’s daughter! The two wanted to pursue the legacy of their fathers.’ Now that’s what we want to see!” Amber said, holding a knife to your throat

Your little group was gathered in the kitchen of her house after Richie and her tried to kill you and exposed their plan.

“What are you talking about? Roman died in 2000, he doesn’t have a daughter.” Sidney said

“No one here is his daughter!” Tara yelled

Richie turned to you with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, you didn’t tell her did you? I thought you would’ve, when Sam confessed being Billy’s daughter”

All eyes were on you.

“Fuck you.” you spat at him

“Y/n…? He’s wrong right…? You’re not…” you gave Tara a guilty look “Oh my god… why didn’t you tell me…?”

“Because… because I didn’t want to lose you… I was scared you would leave me if you knew…!”

“How am I supposed to trust you…? You lied to me for more than two years! Two fucking years Y/n! How can I know you’re telling the truth? Maybe you’re with them. Maybe-“

“Don’t say that…” you started to tear up “Please don’t say that…”

She looked away from you, like she couldn't bear to see you again. That broke your heart.

Lying to your own girlfriend for two years hurt you too. You wanted to tell her, you tried multiple times. But every time the words got stuck in your throat.

“Ow sorry, I think we messed up your relationship…” Amber smirked at you

You didn’t think about her knife still on your throat and punched her in the face. No one saw it coming.

Sidney took this opportunity to take a kitchen knife and attacked Richie, too focused on you to defend himself.

Everyone started fighting everyone. It was a messy fight; everyone was a little confused by your sudden punch at Amber.

You tried to protect Tara from the fights, pushing her away when Richie tried to stab her. They made her question your relationship? Fine. You would make them pay for that. But the most important thing was keeping her safe.

At one moment, you got thrown against the counter. You got up quickly, but Amber was now ready to shoot you. When she pulled the trigger, Tara screamed.

“Aw come on, I’m like two meters away how can you miss such an easy shot?” you smirked at the killer

“Oh you…”

She was ready to try again, but Sidney slammed the hand sanitizer on her head, making her drop the gun.

Immediately you tried to take it, but Gale looked at you with suspicious eyes.

“Right, you don’t trust me”

You backed up, letting her take the gun.

Amber tried to explain herself and convince Gale not to shoot her, but she did it anyway. The girl fell on the stove and lit up.

“Holly shit…” you let out as she burned and fell on the floor

A scream was heard, coming from the hall. Everyone got out of the kitchen and ran to the hall, ready to help.

On your way there, you grabbed Sidney’s gun that slid into a corner earlier. Just in case.

When you arrived, Sam was standing in front of Richie’s dead body, covered in blood. She didn’t need help after all.

“Careful, they always come back” Gale said

Sam took the gun from her and shot Richie in the head.

You all sighed in relief, until you heard a scream behind you. Amber was still alive and was running toward you knife in hand.

Your body reacted before your brain could process what was happening. You shot her in the head before she could hurt anyone else.

“Y/n…” Tara said, next to you

“I know, I took the gun. I’m sorry, here” you drop it “I’m not with them I-“

“No you’re bleeding!”

“Hm?” you looked down. There was blood on your jeans. “Oh… yeah… I forgot about that…”

You were too focused on Tara’s well being you completely forgot about your own wounds. Multiple wounds.

You placed a hand on your stomach. It came back stained with blood. Your black shirt made it difficult to see you were bleeding.

All of a sudden, you collapsed on the floor, all your strength leaving you.

“Shit…” you groaned as the pain grew

Tara knelt beside you, concern written on her face. She lifted your shirt up to see where your were hurt. Three stab wounds and one bullet hole.

“When did you-“

The fight flashed before her eyes. When Richie was about to stab her you protected her. Three times. Then Amber tired to shoot you.

“You said she missed…!”

“Maybe I lied…”

You started coughing, blood coming out of your chest and mouth. Your girlfriend tried to stop the bleeding, applying pressure on your wounds.

"Sam call an ambulance!" she yelled at her sister before turning back to you "Y/n I'm sorry I told you that earlier... I didn't mean it I swear..."

"I know, I know..." you smiled weakly, putting a hand on her cheek and wiping her tears gently "It's okay my love... please don't cry... I want to see your smile one last time..."

"W-what do you mean 'one last time'...?"

"You can't save me Tara..."

"No no no no no..."

"C'mon... smile for me, my pretty girl..."

She held back her tears and cracked a weak smile.

"I love you so much..." you whispered, still smilling

"I love you too..."

You closed your eyes for a second, the light hurting you.

"Y/n...?" your arm fell slowly "Hey..." she shook you slightly "Baby please... Y/n...! Please wake up...! Don't leave me..."

She wanted to scream. You couldn't die. Not like that. Not now. You still had so many things to do...

"What about these holidays we talked about...? The amusement park...? The dates on the beach...? The sunsets you said we'd see together...? Y/n please..."

She couldn't admit it. Even months after. She still hoped you would come at her door one day, hug her, kiss her, take her hand and take her with you to some cool place you promised her to go.

But you never came.

Sometimes she dreamt about you. Waking up without you next to her was always heartbreaking. She kept the clothes you forgot in her closet. At first they still smelt like you. Not anymore.

It was like you really disappeared. Every trace of your presence slowly vanished.

Not the pictures though. Oh how much she cried looking at your selfies together, holding your favorite necklace tight in her hand. The one she gave you on your first anniversary. The one you never took off.

Everyone told her to move on, to see someone if she needed help. But she didn't need help. She needed you.

[miamochi-writes]

Hi! I’m the one who requested the Vash x reader and Wolfwood x reader scenarios of them having nightmares. Thank you so much! You wrote it so beautifully, my heart couldn’t handle how cute and sweet it was! 💖

I wanted to request if you could do the same thing but how would Vash and Wolfwood react separately to the reader getting hurt by someone? Bonus if you write for Knives too? The way you write him is so beautiful too 😭💖

I'm so glad you liked it! <3 And I can definitely take a shot at this :) Hope you like it :)

The Guys Being Protective

Vash

The minute this man finds out you're injured, your well-being is his first priority. He needs to know that you're okay before he decides his next move. If it is a minor injury, like a bruise or no bleeding, he'll probably let out a sigh of relief or give you a quick kiss. Vash is more likely going to caress your face or hold you very close to him without hurting you. He's thankful that you're still breathing and still by his side. Yet, he will remind you to be more careful next time. Vash has already lost many important people in his life, and he's not going to lose you too.

Although, if this injury is serious, Vash's fight-or-flight is going to kick in. He is going to make sure you're out of harm's way and that you get the necessary treatment possible. If anything, he'll try to patch you up with what he has available or rush to find someone to take care of you immediately. Vash is already restless that you're hurt, but would be devastated if your condition got worse.

If you even dare try to brush off your injuries as nothing, you're going to make him feel worse. He's only okay with him doing that to others, not when you do that. He's already beating himself up that you got hurt under his watch and that he didn't prevent it. So be sure to give him lots of cuddles and kisses to reassure him before he spirals. Make sure you tell him that he's not at fault and that you stay by him no matter what he says. He's been through so much, so you comforting him and showering him with kisses should do the trick.

Afterwards, he's going to ask you who did this to you. This man will find and go after whoever hurt you. Because if Vash finds the culprit, this person needs to run for their life. Vash may be Love and Peace, but that goes out the window if anyone hurts the people he loves and cares about, especially when it comes to you. He values you way too much. If he catches the culprit, Vash will make sure they don’t hurt you again. If this person gave you minor injuries, Vash will try to warn them not to do it again. But if that fails or if this person gave you serious wounds, Vash will use his fighting skills or his gun, (no killing obviously) I’m sure of it.

Let me just remind you, this is the same man who took out a good chunk of the Badlands Boys when the people in the Sand Steamer were under attack. Don't forget, this is also the same man who threatened E.G. Mine to disarm the bombs or else he'd make sure he wouldn't get away unscathed. Have you seen Vash angry? He may be babygirl, but he will punch, fight, chokehold, and bite whoever hurts you. Period. Vash will fight for you and your safety until the end of time.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

If Wolfwood finds out you got injured there's a bunch of scenarios of what could happen. But they all to lead one thing, him beating the hell out of whoever laid a finger on you. It doesn't matter if you got a bruise, scratch, cut, wound, or mark, this man is going to be worried sick about you. Despite how cold, stoic, or teasing he is, Wolfwood has a big heart for you. He's cares way too much to brush off your injuries. Although after a minute or two, this man will be seething with rage. No one hurts you and walks away it.

Of course he's going to check up on you and see how bad the damage is. If Wolfwood finds out you're lying about the pain or hiding any other injuries, his anger is going to boil over. Not at you, but at the person who did this to you. But, he would rather you tell him honestly. Wolfwood has the biggest soft spot for you and would hate it if you lied about being fine. This man has already lost Livio, and he refuses to lose you too.

This man is invincible, but you're not. He knows you only have one life and he's going to make sure you live it to the fullest with him. Once Wolfwood is done looking you over, he's hunting down the person who did this to you. He's going to give you the: "I just want to talk to the person is all." Which means, "I'm going to beat the living shit out of this person."

No one messes with The Punisher and his loved ones. Just remember that this man carries the heaviest and deadliest cross weapon in No Man's Land. So imagine the beating this person gets once Wolfwood finds them. It doesn't matter how much they run, Wolfwood will find them and make sure they know what happens if they hurt you or anyone else again. Let's face it, Wolfwood is not going to let this person live unless you or Vash stop or convince him.

Once Wolfwood settles things with the person who hurt you, you're not leaving his sight. He's going to be taking care of you to the best of his abilities and making sure you get plenty of rest. This man will need lots of reassurance from you that you're doing okay so he'll be sticking by you a lot more. Probably going to cling onto you with hugs and kisses and giving you his lollipops. Call him Nicholas from time to time in private and this man will be putty in your hands.

Knives Million

Knives is someone who rarely wears his heart on his sleeve. But if it involves you, he'll only show his feelings in private with you. So imagine what is going on with Knives internally when he finds out someone hurt you. That stoic face? Gone. Composure? Shaken up. His blades? Ready to cut someone up with no hesitation.

If you're a human, Knives knows that humans are delicate and don't live long compared to him. If he sees a cut or a minor scratch, he'll tell you to be mindful of your actions. He knows those kinds of wounds will recover in no time. However, if he even sees a bruise, any deep cuts, or bleeding, Knives is not going to let that pass.

If you're a plant and Knives finds out someone hurt you as mentioned above, there's no stopping him from seeking revenge. Knives will send Con'rad to tend to your wounds. If Con'rad doesn't do a good job of patching you up, the plant will have a long and menacing talk with him alone. If you can bring joy, solace, or even fill the lonely void Knives has within him, of course he's going to hold you in high regard. You are beyond special to him and will make sure no one lays a finger on you. Or rather, make sure no one takes you away from him.

Knives will demand you tell him who did this to you. If it was someone from outside his humble abode or lower ranking men that hurt you, he's going to off them immediately. Plus he never liked most humans, so less people for him to worry about. However, if he finds out it was one of the more important men like Legato, Con'rad, or any other high ranking follower...good luck. He's probably going to make their punishment slow and painful. Knives will reiterate what happens if they dare even hurt you and that they should consider themselves lucky that he's keeping them alive. He’ll probably make an example of someone if he catches them hurting you again.

Once he's done taking care of things, Knives will go check up on you to see how you're doing. He will take time out of his schedule, more importantly his alone time, to see you. Knives needs to know that you're doing okay and healing from your injuries. If you visit him while he's playing piano, he'll beckon you to sit with him and play you a song. If you try to play along with him, you're going to brighten this man's day.

[wolfiesmoon]

There's a first time for everything

yuuji x fem!reader

i think yuuji's birthday recently passed...💕

i didnt plan this on purpose and i haven't been keeping up much w jjk but i do know it's kinda gone to shit rn (gege why do you hate your own story sm😭)

i say we keep living in blissful ignorance ☺️🤞🏻

He checked his phone for what felt like the hundreth time. It's about 5 minutes until the agreed meeting time.

He fixed the edge of his shirt, looking at himself in the reflection of the café window. He looks good. But what if you don't think so? Ugh, it feels like his nerves are going to kill him any moment.

Why is he even nervous at all? You've been his friend for a while now, he knows you're a great person. But... this is the first date he's ever been on... how can he not be slightly worried?

He never really thought of a girl like that before he suddenly caught feelings for you. When you told him you felt the same way, he was happy but unsure how to treat you from now on. What do you do with a girlfriend? Even calling you that felt a little foreign. Not bad at all, just strange.

So that's how he ended up awkwardly asking you out on a date after being educated on girls by Nobara.

Gojo got excited and ended up giving Yuuji love advice before he left for the meeting spot, but something gives Yuuji the feeling that Gojo's advice isn't the most reliable on the field of love. He'll probably just stick to listening to his cursed energy manipulation advice.

You should arrive any minute now.

He gripped the boquet of flowers in his hand, another piece of advice given to him by Nobara.

"Yuuuuuuji!" he heard your voice from behind him, turning around to see you running to him, wearing the most cute outfit he'd ever seen. He nearly forgot to breathe when he saw you.

"Hey. You look so handsome today! Love the shirt!" you smiled at him, glancing at the flowers he was holding. You feel kinda cheeky, complimenting him like that right out of the gate. Now that he's your boyfriend, you get that priviledge.

"You too! I mean, not handsome, I think you're cute! Unless you like to be called handsome..." he laughed a little to cover up his awkward mistake. You didn't seem all that mad about it though, which was a relief. He wanted to say so much more about how absolutely adorable you look, but it could possibly come on too strong. Atleast he thinks it might?

"Here, for you!" he swiftly handed you the flowers, grinning widely at you.

"Oh, thank you! I love them!" you smiled down at the flowers. He breathed a sigh of relief. Nobara chewed him out thorougly when he said he doesn't know your favourite flower so he ended up having to guess which boquet you'd like.

"Should we..." he turned his head to the entrance and you nodded. He went over to the door and held it open for you.

"Oh wow, you're such a gentleman." you entered the café, waiting for him to enter behind you. Okay, you called him a gentleman. He must be doing something right. He followed right behind you, trusting that you'll pick the perfect spot.

The two of you sat down in a nice, cozy spot, with you sitting across him. You really got a good look at his face, noticing he looks slightly nervous. Oh, he's so cute.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous yourself, so knowing you weren't the only one made you feel much better. The very beginning of the relationship is always the most awkward. It can only go up from here though, right?

Your hand slowly moved up and across the table to hold his hand which was placed on the table. He jumped slightly when your hand touched his but then grinned widely at you, gripping your hand back. Both of your hands were sweating like crazy.

You were about to start a conversation when the waiter showed up, smiling sweetly when he noticed your intertwined hands on the table. The two of you placed your orders and you waited for him to leave before trying again.

"I was really surprised when you asked me out on a date all of a sudden. Not in a bad way." you squeezed his hand slightly.

"Well, it wasn't exactly my idea, I'll admit that. But! You're my girl now, so it's only natural!" he squeezed your hand back, which hurt a little because he squeezed too hard.

You felt your cheeks heat up when he called you his girl. You could definitely get behind him calling you that from now on.

A silence fell between you, but it was not an uncomfortable one. You just looked into his eyes and he looked back into yours and it all felt right. You felt comfy and safe around Yuuji, even before you officially got together. But now you feel a different kind of comfy around him. One more laced with excitement and newfound affection.

Is it kind of corny? Sure, but it's what you feel. And you're sure he feels the same way, too.

The waiter placed down your drinks and the pastry you ordered for yourself, interrupting your lovey dovey trance.

"Thank you." You said quietly, a bit flustered that you got so lost in Yuuji's eyes you didn't even notice the waiter.

The waiter smiled at the two of you knowingly before leaving to take other's orders. You get the feeling he's amused by the two of you, not in a malicious way, though.

"Sorry I came last minute. I was worried about whether I'd look good in this outfit." You turned back to Yuuji and admitted bashfully. You spent way too long looking at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you overdressed or underdressed for the occasion. If the hair was too much or not enough.

"Why? You look amazing." He said it with such a casual tone, as if it were the most obvious thing in the entire world.

"If you say so, then I'm inclined to believe it." you said after a short silence. He's a simple, honest guy. And that's one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

"I would never lie to you!" he grinned happily, taking a sip of his drink and taking a moment to admire you. Wow, he's never really noticed your beauty until now. Back when he first started crushing on you, your looks weren't even that big of a factor, surprisingly. He found himself thinking about the way your laugh sounds or how you always make him feel happy and excited to be around you.

"You're looking at me weird, Yuuji." you narrowed your eyes dramatically. Although you were just exagerrating for the sake of fooling around a bit. You were sipping on your own drink, pleasantly surprised by how nice it tastes. Yuuji suggested the place, so you had no idea what to expect.

"Oh- I am? Hehe, sorry." he felt kind of embarrased at being caught staring at you like that. It's like he zoned in on you completely for a moment there.

You took a bite of the pastry you ordered and the colorful flavour immediately started dancing around on your tongue. This is very tasty!

Yuuji kind of wished he could take a photo of the expression you made the moment you started chewing on the pastry. The way your eyes lit up was simply magical. Now that he thinks of it, you've always made that face when eating the foods you like most. He's noticing so many things he's never thought about before, and it's both overwhelming and exciting.

"Yuuji, want a bite?" you asked sweetly, taking notice of the fact he was looking at the pastry.

"Yeah, sure." he isn't going to lie, he's interested in it too. He just has to ask the waiter for another pastry fork, right? His hand moved upwards to catch the waiter's attention when...

"Say ahhhh."

He looked back at you, wide eyed. You're holding out your fork over the table and smiling innocently.

"Uhhh..." he felt kind of mortified for some reason. He supposes it's because it came out of nowhere. You never did this when you were friends, but then again, he's pretty sure friends don't feed eachother. Are you pulling a little prank on him or do you actually want to feed him?

You looked at him expectantly, worried that you might have come on too strong. If he doesn't want to, you'd respect it, of course.

When he looked at the fork, he gulped. If he did eat off that fork, it would kind of be like a kiss, wouldn't it? Since your lips touched the fork before...

He takes the plunge and eats the pastry off the fork, eyes screwed shut as he tries not to think about the indirect kiss too much. If he's getting this flustered over an indirect kiss, how is he going to...

Oh, even thinking about it has him turning red!

"How is it? It's really good, right?" you wanted to know his opinion, too.

"It really is." he found himself enjoying the flavour too. Maybe the pastry tastes even sweeter because he's with you. Nah, that's way too cheesy. He's not saying that.

.

"Well, that's that. I really enjoyed being with you today."

The two of you exited the café. You were about to part ways when Yuuji remembered Gojo's love advice. Initially, he wasn't actually going to do it, but now he kind of wants to try it, as nervewracking as it is to ask.

"Wait. Before you go... can I kiss you?" he looked like he could implode any second now.

You froze, feeling butterflies rapidly hatching out of their cocoons in your belly. You weren't sure if you really heard him right, getting the sudden urge to pinch yourself to check if this is a dream. But judging by how red his cheeks are, you heard him perfectly well.

"I... yes, yes you can." you smiled awkwardly. You didn't know where to look at this moment. But you did know that you definitely want to experience your first kiss with Yuuji. There's no boy you trust more than him.

After getting your confirmation, he awkwardly grabbed your arms before closing his eyes and leaning towards your face. Internally, he's praying really hard he won't miss your lips. "I, uhhh, I've never kissed anyone before. So don't be mad if I mess up." he mumbled.

You screw your own eyes shut, feeling like you're about to explode from anticipation, waiting for his lips to touch yours. "It's okay. I've never kissed someone before, either." you whisper dreamily.

When his lips met yours, it felt kind of weird. You definitely need to get used to the feeling. But it certainly isn't bad.

You tried to wrap your arms around him to deepen the affection, but as soon as your lips joined, they were already seperating. He pulled away from the kiss, running his hand across his lips as if he was confirming the kiss wasn't just a fleeting dream.

"I'm sorry... I kinda got cold feet there. Not because of anything you did, though!" he assured you. His entire face was tomato red. How cute.

Kissing a girl feels weird. Well, not just a girl. His girlfriend.

"..It's okay, I get it. Thanks for the date and I hope to see you again tomorrow!" even though you said so, you were a bit dissapointed internally. You really wanted to feel that exciting, tingling feeling for a few moments longer.

You're sure you will again, soon enough. You almost want to pull him back and initiate your own kiss but you turn around and start walking away, turning back to wave at him happily and clutching the boquet in your other hand.

He waves back with equal enthusiasm. He's very relieved that the date went well. Now that you're almost gone from his line of sight, he relaxes his shoulders.

For how long have they been tense, anyways?

"Wow... she really is mine." he mumbled to himself. It feels like he's sealed a promise of many great things to come with that kiss.

[octoberclidan]

We're Here for You

Request: what about a TFW x reader where is more sensitive & has trouble going to bed alone after hunts? not nightmares, but just the need for safety. she seeks out each member individually, to ask if she can sleep in their bed. later, they find out that you’ve asked each of them, & you all just end up sharing one bed?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader

Masterlist

Story

It wasn't that bad of a hunt. No one had broken any bones or been hurt too badly, just a few scrapes and bruises. No one had died either, apart from the witch who had been causing trouble, so all in all it was actually a pretty successful hunt. Still, [Y/N] was disappointed when both Sam and Dean wanted an early night, and she knew Cas would get suspicious and ask why she was still sitting with him and not going to bed when it got late enough. The witch, although they'd killed him, had put up a fight. He'd been using a curse that he'd designed himself to make people hallucinate their worst fears, making them to pay up for a 'cure'. Knowing about how real monsters were, [Y/N] wasn't even sure what her worst fear was, but she was sure she didn't want to experience it, whatever it was.

She was sitting in the library with Cas typing up some notes from the hunt, trying to put off going to bed for as long as she could, when she noticed Cas staring at her. When she looked up to meet his eyes, his eyebrows were furrowed. "What?" She asked, hoping he'd shrug and go back to his research. She wasn't so lucky though.

"Aren't you tired?"

"Just a little".

"You should get some sleep [Y/N], it's important". He said, now looking concerned.

She sighed and looked away, a little embarrassed, before she looked at him again. "Can I tell you something Cas? Like, it's a bit embarrassing so I'd prefer if you didn't tell the boys". He closed his book and angled himself so he was looking straight at her.

"Of course, you can tell me anything. You know that". Cas' look of concern made her smile. She had never had a falling out with him, whether on a case or not. She always found him easy to get along with, and he seemed to care about her just as much as he cared about the Winchesters.

"I don't like being alone after hunts. I know I'm a hunter, I know I'm in the safest place I could possibly be and that nothing is going to 'get' me, but still. I dunno, I just can't sleep after them, like I feel anxious and a bit paranoid that something followed us home, even though rationally I know nothing did. So, I'd prefer to just stay up and sit with you".

"[Y/N]-" Cas started.

"I know it's stupid and doesn't make any sense, but it's just how I feel. We really don't need to discuss it. Is it okay if I just sit here with you?"

"It's not stupid. I understand". He offered her a reassuring smile and she felt herself relax slightly with relief. "But you really should get some sleep, it was a long hunt". Just as quickly as the relief came, it was gone again and replaced with worry. Cas pushed his books back and stood up before pushing his chair into the table, and she looked up at him confused. He held out a hand to her, and she hesitated but took it, allowing him to pull her up. "Come with me". He turned around and began to walk out of the library and she cautiously followed behind him. They walked past her room, and he stopped outside his room. While Cas didn't sleep unless there was something wrong with his grace, he still had his own room. Sam and Dean had insisted he have a place that was just his. There wasn't much in it, just a bed, an empty closet, a desk with some books that Sam had recommended, and some tapes that Dean had made for him. He pushed open the door and walked inside, turning around to gesture to [Y/N] to come in with him.

"What are we doing?" She asked as she stepped into the room.

"You're going to sleep, I'm going to watch over you so you don't have to worry about anything". She felt her heart swell, his expression was so genuine, as if there was absolutely nothing wrong with her not wanting to be alone. The thought of telling her that she was a hunter and shouldn't be afraid hadn't even crossed his mind. The only thing he cared about in this moment was that she should get some sleep. Expecting him to pull over the chair from the desk, she was surprised when he took off his trenchcoat, loosened his tie, and began to untie his shoe laces. "You should take off your shoes too, you'll fall asleep more easily if you're comfortable". He said as he pulled back the covers and sat on the bed.

"You're.. you're going to sleep too?" She asked as she kicked her boots off and walked over to him.

"No, I don't need sleep, and I wouldn't be able to watch out for monsters if I was asleep too. Dean says it's easier to sleep when he's holding someone, so you should hold me". She smiled at him, she wasn't used to people being so thoughtful for her. She slid into the bed, and he pulled the covers up over her shoulders. He slipped his arm under her shoulders and pulled her closer so her head was on his chest, and she wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Thank you, Cas". She yawned and tightened her grip on him. She felt completely safe, which had never happened so soon after a case.

"Sleep [Y/N], I'll be here when you wake up".

***

[Y/N] was sitting in the bunker's kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal. It was late, too late to still be up. She had her head propped up on her hand as she lazily picked up spoonfuls, trying to make it last as long as possible so she could once again avoid going to bed. The hunt she'd just got back from had been a wendigo, one of her absolute least favourites. She actually usually chose to stay in the bunker when they suspected it was a wendigo, just research for the boys while they handled it, but they hadn't known what it was until they got there this time. It wasn't a great hunt, there had been several local victims before they found it. Even though [Y/N] had been the one to kill it in the end, it didn't feel like much of a victory. Cas had had to leave halfway through the hunt, some issue in heaven, and that had left them without his safety net. If any of them had sustained serious injuries, they were a long way from any hospital. While Sam and Dean didn't seem to be affected by this, it left [Y/N] even more on edge than usual.

"You're still up?" She heard a gruff voice and she dropped her spoon in surprise, the metal clang echoing throughout the kitchen. Her head snapped towards the door, where she saw a very sleepy looking Dean, dressed in his dressing gown. She quickly grabbed her spoon and cleared her throat, hoping he didn't see how jumpy she was.

"Oh, um, just hungry I guess". He walked over and sat down opposite her.

"Why aren't you asleep?" He asked, grabbing a handful of cereal from the box and popping it into his mouth. She just shrugged and pushed around some of her now very soggy cereal around her bowl. "It was a tough hunt, huh?" He asked and she nodded.

"Yeah".

"You got it though, you did good". He said and she gave him a small smile. Dean wasn't one for chick-flick moments, but he'd always hand out a compliment if he thought someone deserved one.

"They creep me out, the wendigos". She said, letting go of her spoon and deciding she'd had enough. Dean scoffed.

"Yeah, because they're creepy. I'm glad we don't come across many of them".

"Me too". They sat in silence for a moment. [Y/N] had been hoping that Cas would turn up at some stage, finished with whatever was going on in heaven, and then she could ask him to stay with her again, but there was no sign of him. Knowing that Dean was going to ask her why she wasn't going back to her room, she sighed and decided to just ask him instead. "Dean?"

"Hmm?"

"Could I... I mean, would it be weird if... if you don't mind..." She was awkward, she didn't quite know how to ask him what she wanted to. He gave her a confused look, so she took a deep breath and tried again. "Look, I know it's silly, but I hate being alone after hunts. I just can't sleep and I don't feel comfortable after them. I don't feel safe". She could feel her cheeks heating up as she was leading up to asking him. "Would you mind if I slept in your room tonight?"

"Not at all". His answer was so quick it took her a moment to register it. "Don't tell Sam but I don't sleep well after hunts either, nightmares, you know?" He took another handful of cereal and shoved it into his mouth before closing the box. He grabbed her bowl and walked over to leave it in the sink, before turning back to her. "Come on". She stood up and followed him out of the room towards the bedrooms. They were quiet as they walked past Sam's room, and Dean ushered her into his room before closing the door behind him. "Sorry about the mess". He said as he pushed a pile of clothes off the unused side of his bed. He took off his dressing gown and threw it over his desk chair, leaving him in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He got into his bed and held up the covers, motioning for [Y/N] to join him. She did, though she made sure to leave a gap between them. "I don't bite". He chuckled, and she looked over at him.

"I just don't want to make you uncomfortable, this is your space".

"You're always welcome in my space. Come here". He held his arm out and she moved over to be closer to him. He wrapped both of his arms around her waist and pulled so half of her body was on top of his, one of her legs between both of his. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and she closed her eyes, listening to his heart beat below her. "I wouldn't do this with just anyone, you know. Have a soft spot for you". She smiled to herself and listened as he began to quietly hum something, the thoughts of the wendigo long forgotten as she quickly fell asleep.

***

She'd been lying in bed for two hours, her eyes trained on her bedroom door, thoughts of vampires barging in. Sam and [Y/N] had arrived back to the bunker after taking out a nest of vamps that turned out to be bigger than they'd originally thought, and it had left her pretty shaken up. She'd killed several herself before one dug his teeth into her shoulder, and Sam had taken out the rest. He'd cleaned her wound and put in a couple of stitches before they'd left the town, but it was still aching. She wanted nothing more than to ask Cas or Dean to stay with her for the night, but they were out on a hunt of their own and wouldn't be back for a few days.

She had been debating with herself whether or not to go and find Sam. She knew she'd fall asleep if he was there, but she also knew that Sam liked his privacy even more than Dean did, so she'd been putting it off. Her exhaustion but inability to fall asleep eventually got the better of her though, and she got out of bed. She opened her door and walked down the hallway, the only noise being the quiet patting of her feet against the floor. When she got to Sam's room, she knocked and waited for an answer. She felt vulnerable out in the corridor alone, especially since she knew Dean and Cas weren't around. It was eerily quiet, and she started to worry when there was no answer from Sam. Not being able to take the silence anymore, she quietly opened his door and looked inside. He was in bed, sound asleep. She felt a little bit guilty knowing she'd have to wake him up, it had been a tough hunt for him too, but she needed to.

"Sam?" She whispered, walking over to the side of his bed. "Sam?" She tried again, this time gently shaking his shoulder. He woke with a start and quickly looked around the room before his eyes focused on [Y/N].

"[Y/N]"? He asked, his voice low with sleepiness. He rubbed his eyes and glanced over at his clock, confused by the time. "What's wrong? Are your stitches okay?" He sat up in bed.

"Yeah they're fine. Sorry for waking you".

"Don't worry about it, what's up? Can't sleep?" He asked and she shook her head. "You wanna sleep in here?"

"Would that be okay?"

"Of course, here, lie down with me". He moved over in the bed, and she got under the covers with him, surprised by how warm it was. "Big spoon or little spoon?" He asked and she giggled. "Hey, I know I'm big but I can make a good little spoon when I want to". He chuckled.

"Are you a good big spoon too?" She asked and he nodded.

"The best. Turn around, I've got you". She turned to face away from Sam, and she felt his arm snake around her waist, pulling her close against his chest, his head resting on hers. "Do you feel like talking about it? Whatever is keeping you up?" She could feel the vibrations of his voice against her back.

"Do you ever... feel unsafe after a hunt?" She asked, and there was a pause before he answered.

"Yeah, yeah I do sometimes. Especially if it's something new. I've been in this my entire life, so I'm used to most things, but when we face something new, all I want to do is stay up and research everything I can possibly find so we can be better at killing it the next time. I stayed up for three days straight once after a hunt when we lost people, Dean was worried about me. We need sleep, it's important. If you're not well rested then you could make mistakes, so sleep is good. Sleep helps keep us safe". He snuggled in closer to her, she could feel his gentle breathing on the top of her head. He began to tell a story about one of the first hunts he and Dean ever took on without John, and as interested as she was, his low voice and the warmth of his body quickly sent her to sleep, feeling completely safe wrapped up with him.

***

"[Y/N]?" She was nearly asleep on the couch in the Dean Cave when Sam's voice woke her up.

"Hmm?" She asked. They'd arrived home from a simple salt and burn earlier that day, and had been lounging around watching movies all evening.

"I think you're falling asleep there". Dean chuckled from beside her.

"What? No, no I'm awake". She sat up and straightened herself out.

"You looked like you were sleeping". Cas said from his chair. "You must be tired from the hunt".

"I'm actually fine, I think I'd be up for another movie". She said as she stifled a yawn.

Sam, Dean, and Cas all shared a knowing look. "[Y/N], can you come with us for a second?" Sam asked as he stood up. Dean also stood up and held out his hand to her. She looked at it for a second before furrowing her eyebrows at them.

"Why?"

"Just take it, come on". Dean said, waving his hand in front of her. She looked over at Cas who gave her a reassuring smile, and she took Dean's hand. He pulled her up and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as Sam led the way out of the room, Cas following behind them all. They walked past her room, Cas' room, and both Sam and Dean's rooms, before stopping outside one of the spare bedrooms.

"Now, if you're not comfortable with this, just tell us and we'll forget about it, alright? But just know that we are all comfortable with this, we came up with the idea as a group". Sam explained.

"Okay..." She was apprehensive, but Dean gently squeezed her shoulder and she tried to relax as Sam opened the door. Inside was a large bed, much larger and much newer than the beds in the other rooms. The desk and bedside table were all covered in photos of the team, some old, some new. Photos of all four of them smiling, photos of them all dressed up for a case, photos taken at restaurants, bars, motels. All happy memories. "What is all of this?"

"This". Dean gestured to the entire room. "Is our post-hunt room". He grinned at her, but she was still confused.

"Look, we all know you don't feel safe immediately after a hunt, and we know that you do feel safe when at least one of us is around. We also don't always feel great after a hunt, and we feel better when you're around". Sam smiled at her.

"So we decided that after hunts, if we are all in the bunker, we'll spend the night together so we can properly rest". Cas finished explaining. "So you can sleep". She didn't really know what to say, she never would have expected the three of them to come up with something like this and actually do it. She looked up at all three of them, all smiling at her, all hopeful that she'd agree. She really did love all three of them, and this just boosted that love for them even more.

"This is.. amazing. It's so thoughtful. I can't believe you organised this". She laughed a little, looking around at all of the photos. "We're all going to sleep in here?"

"Well, I'll just rest. But yes, we will be here with you all night". Cas said.

"How are we all going to fit?" She asked, eyeing Sam who was practically the length of the bed, and Dean and Cas who weren't much smaller than him.

"Don't worry, we've figured it out". Dean winked at her. "Want to show her Sammy?" Sam walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back. He slid in, and maneuvered himself so he was lying on his back right in the centre of the bed. "You're next Sweetheart". Dean pushed her gently towards the bed, and Sam opened his arms.

"You're gonna have to lie on top of me. I promise I'm softer than I look". Sam smiled at her. "C'mere". She crawled onto the bed and over Sam, laying down over him. She wrapped her arms around his back and he wrapped his around her. She lay her head on its side on top of his chest, and their legs tangled together. She looked up as Cas and Dean walked around to either side of the bed and got in on each side of her and Sam. Dean wrapped an arm around her waist, and Cas wrapped an arm around her waist too, above Dean's and below Sam's. Dean pulled the covers up over all of them before leaning up to kiss her forehead.

"Go to sleep, we're here for you and you're safe here". He whispered to her. She was completely cocooned by all three of them, surrounded by the best hunters in the world and an angel. There was no way anything was getting to her like that. She was completely safe. Between Sam reaching up to stroke her hair, Dean stroking her arm, and Cas tightening his grip around her, her eyes closed and her breathing deepened. She did manage to whisper an 'I love all three of you' before she finally drifted off, and fell asleep smiling as all three of them said it back.

The end

[white-poppie]

Hello!! Can you do a Chrollo x reader where his S/O has a death note just like light yagami?? :O

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒  ⭒ chrollo lucilfer.

(Since this is HxH we are gonna presume that the Death Note is made by using reader's nen)

Content type: hcs + scenario

Okay, so I've said this before but Chrllo himself has this twisted sense of morality and god complex.

I think he disagrees with your ideology of justice, because he himself is a criminal, and just doesn't think a person should play devil's advocate. (he only thinks that because it affects him, he's a hypocrite.)

But that's just how he is, the day he meets you, he is trying to include you into the trope, your power is so helpful and versatile.

So somehow he ends up coaxing you into the trope with his sweet words.

He is so curious about your ability, he has to know everything! The weakness, the flaws, the time, the loopholes, he has to have it all figured out!

He is just observing you silently like a hawk for the longest time.

Also kinda enamoured by the fact that your and his abilities are similar to some extent.

He's not someone that cares about looks, so no matter how you are if you're an entertaining person (smart, independent and have a beneficial ability) then he's yours.

If you are even slightly similar to how Light thinks, my guy is smitten.

He is well aware of his feelings, and he knows when the interest turns into denial, to acceptance to crush to pining to infatuation.

No one except Chrollo himself knows.

He treats you just like other members, maybe slightly better, but you can't notice

Honestly, Chrollo is a very romantic person.

Say for example if he hears you talking about anything that you might desire or want, he is gonna steal and gift it to you.

If you question he is just like," It's a reward for your good work, keep it up."

EVENTUALLY, The troupe starts noticing, especially Paku and Phinks.

Shalnark teases you when he finally figures out, they all are like 'oh it's boss' favourite.'

He is the embodiment of poetic rizz.

He would ask you out when Paku persuades him tho, she is like "Please you two are killing us with the tension in the room."

So eventually he agreed. He slips a note or letter into your notebook and asks you to meet him first if you agree.

HE HAS PLANNED EVERYTHING.

The soft thundering rain brings down such a loving blanket of comfort in the atmosphere.

You walk upto the window and open it a little to breath in the petrichor aroma as your eyes fall on your 'Death Note' kept on the window-sill and has a small piece of paper sticking out of it.

'Dearest Y/N, I really do hope you see this note before the rain stops because there is something just so intimate about rain that no weather can mimic. So when you see this, meet me on the rooftop, I have something for you. ~ Chrollo

Alright so you leave your Death Note there, cause the rest of the trope is there and obv you can trust them with your belongings. (They share knowing looks lol)

And when you reach there you see Chrollo in his glory.

Chrollo stands on the roof, waiting for you, he is rather drenched as he has his eyes closed and head tilted towards the sky, enjoying the faint pattering of the rain against his skin.

His onyx hair is stuck to his forehead as his ears perk at the sound of your footsteps. He lets out a sigh of relief.

"You came," he mumbles and finally looks at you, his eyes strutted in a way that has you melting despite the cold weather.

You walk closer to him as he looks into your eyes.

"Y/N, I think you already know what happens when two people meet rain," he chuckles and shakes his head, "it took me long enough to say this, but I-I like you, a lot."

There is a huge spurge of butterflies in your stomach at the knowing smile on Chrollo's face.

"I like you too," you whisper and he smirks softly as he tucks in a stand of your wet hair.

"I know, sweetheart," he says and closes the distance between the two of you and kisses you gently.

Congratulations please invite me to your wedding.

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CREEPYPASTA ON PURGE NIGHT:

(tw mentions of gore and trafficking rings.)

Jeff The Killer

Always gets incredibly hyped before hand but two hours in and he's bored, keeps going just to up his body count for bragging rights.

Probably robbed a store for a butterfingers

Favorite thing to do is find the most dangerous person and hunt them down. See who kills who faster.

Spoilers: he always wins.

Sometimes he keeps killing just to hear people scream at him about the purge being over, he enjoys shattering their false senses of security.

Ticci Toby

Can barley contain himself leading up, excited to not have to hold back and be so stealthy

Practices ax throwing in hardware stores

Loves to be as brutal as possible, gets a little too into it. Sometimes people have to shake him to get him to realize the times already over.

Immediately whines that it's over and tries to compare kill counts with anyone else who participated.

Definitely goes to a playground to fuck around, might even break equipment on purpose for a laugh.

EJ

Finds his way into a medic van and rides around all night helping people get patched up. Easy excuse for kidneys if necessary and he gets to practice medical skills on more than the pastas.

The people in the vans definitely realize he's not human and taking organs but don't say anything because he's helping far more than he's hurting.

Accidentally intimidates anyone who would think to attack the van just with vibes alone.

Likes to go on walks in street clothes, it's the only time he doesn't feel like he has to hide.

Jane The Killer

Hunting Jeff and helping any victims he accidentally leaves alive.

Uses most of the time breaking up trafficking rings because she doesn't have to worry about cops getting in her way.

Uses the chance to stock up on feminine hygiene products for the girls, never know when they will not have access.

Often accepts Nathan's help/company

Kate The Chaser

When she's Kate, she often assists EJ or guards the perimeter of the current hideout. Anyway to feel useful.

When she's the Chaser she's known to wipe out streets of purgers, dragging them away down alleys and slicing apart their weapons. Everyone knows when they see her mask to give her a wide berth.

Often one of the few nights she doesn't have time to feel guilty about her past.

Clockwork

She stole all the art supplies. ALL of it.

Donates some to relief centers or charities, along with keeping an eye out for their safety

Creates large beautiful murals along buildings, they are known to stop fighting nearby. Partially out of adoration and partly out of fear of what she will do if you mark it up.

Sometimes if she's particularly angry at someone for ruining her art she ties them up as a gift for Helen.

The Bloody Painter

Doesn't go out. Finds the whole thing annoying and a waste.

His art becomes a lot more violent, less grace and care. He usually doesn't let these pieces see the light of day because "they aren't my best work."

Pretends he doesn't appreciate it when someone's gifts him a purger.

Masky

Finds the whole thing to be pretty hypocritical and foolish. He uses the opportunity to secure their Basecamp.

Always ends up at the nearest orphanage, relief center, or mental institution. No one will ever know how many wounds he's wrapped due to his efforts for their safety.

Checks spies on everyone throughout the night to make sure they are alright. He's always in their corner. He will chew them out after he saves their ass though, just to hide his own sigh of relief.

They are all in this together, he can't lose anyone else.

Hoodie

Spies checks on everyone the same as Tim, mostly hijacks security systems and cameras to do it.

Thinks its funny to call a pasta when danger is coming up only to text them instead and hang up. Enjoys seeing their reactions.

Often the one who has to volunteer to try and snap Toby out of his bloodlust.

Keeps a few extra magazines for his handheld.

Nathan The Nobody

Sticks to the shadows, usually crawling along ledges and drainage pipes.

Same idea as Jane, whatever targets she isn't hitting, he is.

Absolutely fucking brutal about it, we are talking cryptic messages in blood and bodies dragged into shapes of words. Pisses him off that it never seems to fully stop the rings wherever they go.

Takes hostages far past purge time to get "information" most of the time this ends up just being catharsis.

Last question is always about his sister, he hasn't gotten a answer yet.

Scavenges for the group.

Sally

Usually doesn't participate, doesn't like the loud noises and the pastas still try to let her enjoy some semblance of a childhood. Most of them get incredibly protective when she does participate,

Jeff cheers her on just because he thinks it's fucking hilarious.

Usually sticks in the house with Kate, sometimes watches Helen paint if she can get away with it.

She has a underlining fascination with gore so it's hard to get her to not be attracted to the displays of it.

No small children have to worry if they are anywhere near the current pasta hideout, it's one of the only reasons Sally will break the rules and leave.

Always knows if Masky or Hoodie are watching her, it's some kind of sixth sense but she lets them think she didn't notice. She finds it sweet and like a fun game of pretend.

Judge Angel

Spent months gathering case files and connecting dots. She uses this as a night to mass exterminate her targets with extreme prejudice.

Sometimes she breaks into a court house and sits in the judges chair, just to feel what it's like. Sometimes she cries while she does not that she would admit it.

Watches nearby prisons, some targets are hard to reach and she's hoping they will make it easier for her by trying to escape.

Ben Drowned

Drones.

More drones.

Constantly trying to beat his "previous high score"

Jeff gets SO pissed he can't ever kill more then Ben, says he's cheating and a pussy not getting his own hands dirty and depending on machines.

Finds it the PERFECT opportunity to play practical jokes, not to anyone's amusement.

One time he stole all of Jeff's knives only to figure out Jeff stole his controllers. Ended up with a standoff in the living room that masky begrudgingly negotiated.

Nina the Killer

Enjoys the chaos but gets hella annoyed when she's hunting just for them to get killed off by some rando.

Very much feeds into horror movie tropes, sometimes she dresses like iconic horror villains just for fun (if she sees anyone else doing the same thing she guts them on sight. It was her idea first.)

Likes to scare or intimidate people through security cameras, sometimes managed to convince Ben to join in on a "stealth level"

Loves it when people underestimate her, she usually sticks to shadows to hide her scars

Sometimes gos to the rare parties she can find, immediately slaughters anyone "killing the vibe" often the dj too if they don't like her song choices.

Stalks Jeff and tells Jane where he is just to watch them fight for a laugh, sometimes she helps Jane and they both get a good bonding moment out of it.

[bruciemilf]

I honestly think that for Gotham criminals—regular criminals, drug lords, pedos, abusers, etc—getting caught by a vigilante with Bat in their name is the best case scenario at this point. Like, at least with Batman, Batwoman and Black Bat, you at least know you're making it out of it alive. If they've had a bad day, maybe you'll end up with a few broken bones or be sore for a month or two, but you'll recover.

If you're caught by Red Hood when he's had a bad day? Say goodbye to your life. If Red Robin hasn't made a singular smart comment during your fight and you want to get out of this without lifelong injuries, just turn yourself in right then and there. Robin chooses violence on the regular, you never know if he's going to be normal or downright vicious, and it's best not to take the risk without a reasonable vigilante there. If you're fighting an angry Nightwing and there's nobody to hold him back, it's best you start saying your prayers so maybe someone will show up and pull him off you at some point .

For Rogues, see, there's safe Rogues. If you're one of the Sirens and catch a Bird having a bad day, the worst they'll do is break down crying when faced with the prospect of having to fight you. Selina has been faced with countless of these breakdowns over the years and is the most equipped to handle them, Harley can distract and knows calming techniques, Ivy's easy to rant to. If you're Harvey, or Oswald, or even just a generally harmless Rogue, as long as you aren't doing something horrible, they'll leave you be. If you're literally any other Rogue—Bane, Black Mask, Riddler, Scarecrow, the Joker, etc, be thankful if you make it back to Arkham with more than eight bones intact.

ESPECIALLY if they let you have the first hit. That means they can claim provocation when they're standing over your barely-breathing body. They don't get into as much trouble with Batman if they can claim self defense.

Bruce, Cass, and Kate are the only ones with defined no-kill rules. The rest abide by it for peace sake for the most part, but there are always exceptions, and you don't want to be one of them.

OH GOSH YESSSSS

Let's be honest, - the rogues? Family friends. The Sirens are family PERIOD, and Harvey's their second honorary father after Clark, courtesy to Bruce. Also, kids tend to assimilate traits from people they look up to/love.

Robins and Rogues, tale as old as time.

When he's sad, Tim will flop himself over Bruce like a bunny. " Tell me a joke, Brucie," and of course a tired but fond sigh leaves Bruce's lips. " What do you call a vegan BBQ?"

" What?"

" A funeral."

Tim rolls his eyes like Harley, too.

Cass learns the sophisticated art of tantrums and pouting from Selina; Crossed arms, bratty eye roll, so much sass she's sizzling. Bruce has a Sigh jar, now.

Damian picks up an interest in plan and promptly transforms the manor in his very own botanical garden.

Alfred doesn't mind. The air is fresher, smells cleaner, they look beautiful againts their monochromatic palette, and everyone must take care of them. No exceptions.

A breath of relief unlocks Damian's stiff frame. " Persephone smiles upon us."

" Persephone? Where did you learn that, habibi?"

" Aunt Pamela said Greek Mythology belongs to lesbians, so I can't divulge."

Caught between " Jason hits Bruce with every single legal technicality Harvey thought him to evade getting benched" and " Jason accidentally calls Bruce pet names Spanish or Italian when he's distracted."

" My alma can yo- SHIT,"

" GUYS, HE DID IT AGAIN!"

Also, there's a difference between murder and killing; Bruce won't weep after monsters, that's for damn sure. Which gets him questioning gazes from the GCPD.

" Do you know how many people your buddies kill?"

" Do YOU?"

[vasyandii]

KruegerNak FIC- PLUMERIA

Synopsis: Nak tries a cigarette, talks before a mission.

Warnings: Mentioning of Drugs, Smoking, Violence, Murder

Word Count: 1,000+

Type: Casual, dialogue heavy

Characters: Sebastian Krueger, Phayvanh "Nak" Sotsvahn

Creator Notes: This is actually the most I've ever written in my life xD have fun

Sop Ruak; Chiang Saen, Thailand. It’s the heart of The Golden Triangle; Laos was just across from where they stood. Nausea rarely gripped her, but being here was too close for comfort. The Mekong River was the only thing separating her from what she had two years ago.

It felt familiar, almost nostalgic—if she could even call it that.

She's never been fond of Counter Narcotics Operations; interdictions specifically. Nikolai proposed that Phayvanh's first hand experience with this area would be useful during their time in the East. The setup, at least for larger trafficking operations, was always the same; outdoor labs, “product” stored in barrels or polypropylene woven sacks.

Maybe her feelings are more akin to regret.

“Light.” Sebastian requests, leaning against the guard rails overlooking the Mekong, an unlit tip of a cigarette dangling from his lips. That snapped her out of her introspection.

She pats her pockets, nothing. Fuck, was it like her to be so forgetful?

“Don't got one.”

“Right.” He murmurs, retrieving his own to light for himself.

“Why even ask?” Phayvanh squints, scowling.

A smirk plays across his lips, tendrils of smoke spiraling from them, “I like it when you light them for me.”

That son of a bitch.

“Drop dead.” She mutters, not wanting to look at him after his ridiculous confession.

That got a chuckle out of Sebastian before a silence settled in. It felt uncomfortable, something she’s not used to feeling with him. Maybe it's just her.

It wasn't like she could ignore and forget where she was even for a moment– the humidity in the air, the smell of leaves that were too sickeningly sweet– it's all overwhelming. Not to mention that damn sight in front of them. Maybe that's why he smokes? It Feels like she could break out in hives or have her hair turn gray.

“May I?” She holds out her hand.

Sebastian gives her a skeptical look, cigarette perched comfortably between his fingers. “Thought you didn't do shit like this.”

“You're going to die sooner because of it, might as well catch up.” Phayvanh utters, waving a dismissive hand.

“Fair.” He hands her what remains of his cigarette.

Her fingers awkwardly held it up; more familiar with handing them out than holding one. Phayvanh tentatively brought the borrowed cigarette to her lips. As she inhaled, a harsh burn seared her throat, and a sudden fit of coughing overtook her. The acrid taste lingered, catching her off guard.

“You're supposed to inhale, you know.” Sebastian watches with amusement.

She couldn't help but shoot him an exasperated glare between coughs; a miserable attempt of recovery as the acrid sting from the back of her throat shoots back out.

“So much for trying to catch up with me, huh, Schatzi?” He teased, retrieving what remained from the cigarette , Sebastian expertly drew another lungful before tossing it somewhere on the ground.

"So much for that" She grumbles, finally being able to speak properly.

Krueger smirks, nudging her shoulder with his.

“Want to try that again?” He goads, giving the end of her ponytail a light tug.

Phayvanh swats his hand away “Not really. I thought it'd have more..you know.”

"Tastes like shit and kills you slowly, Phay." He shrugs. "It doesn't offer much in the realm of comfort or relief.”

"I want it to." She sighs, overlooking the Mekong."I feel like I'm back to where I started again.”

A silence settles between them, only the hum of insects and faint splashing of water. "This place isn't Laos," Sebastian says finally after what felt like an eternity.

"But that place is." Phayvanh's eyes direct him to look the strip of land across the river. “And we have to go back there.”

Sebastian follows her gaze. "Are you up for it?" He doesn’t add anything, just leaves the question to hang there in the space between them

The words seem to not want to come out. Phayvanh makes a vague gesture with her hands, hoping he gets what she's trying to say.

"Wow, you should become a spokesperson. Really got me raring to go." he says with a dry grin.

“Don’t be a dick.” She complains, wanting to sulk a little longer.

"Too late for that," Sebastian retorts,the smirk on his face tightens; he gazes at Phayvanh as if he's challenging her to toss another insult.

“I don’t know where I stand in this anymore,” she vents out.

“Bullshit.” Krueger cuts through any potential excuse or argument Nak could throw up against him. “Right now is not the time for a fucking existential crisis."

His curt tone stings worse than when she had taken a puff from earlier -

“What if he's there?” She gives him an incredulous expression- just what right does he have giving life lectures?

Sebastian's gaze sharpens. He doesn't need to ask who she is referring to - he knows.

The snake of the Laotian underworld, mingled with blood and fear.

“He’d kill me.”

“Not if I’m there.” Sebastian chuckles

"He’d kill you first."

"Then we kill him," he replies, as if they were discussing the weather instead of plotting murder.

“..What?” She takes a step back.

Phayvanh had to do a double take at Sebastian's words. Kill him? She was lucky enough Kapano didn't send anyone after her the first time she tried.

"We kill Vang." he repeated,

"No." She lets out a small laugh of disbelief, it eased her more than she liked to admit "Is the heat getting to your head? There's no guarantee we'll even run into him.”

"No guarantee, no," Sebastian concedes with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. He then leans in to look at her directly.

"But you and I both know this world isn't kind enough for sweet coincidences." His voice lowered into a whisper "This is your chance Nak-- One bullet- just one can send him straight back to the sty he slithered out from”

"What, so we go out of our way to find him? I can't do that Sebastian." Phayvanh reasoned, crossing her arms.

"That bastard has had a chokehold on your neck since you were old enough to walk,” Sebastian retorts, he knows he's not wrong “It's deserved.”

She wasn't stupid. Naga would cut off the hand she used to stab him with. Then he would use it to do the same thing she did to him years ago; he'd get away with it as well.

“It's not about that, I could lose my job. Isn't this against protocol?" She reminds “He's not a target.”

"No one's going to care if that bastard drops dead, Phay." He urged her

It was clear she considered it for a second.

"I'll take care of it- You just have to be there with me. Like always.”

“You wouldn't.”

"You underestimate me." Sebastian scoffs. "I’d have his head put on a tray for you, Phayvanh.”

[ravixen]

svt + actor!s/o's on-screen kiss (pt 2)

➔ reaction || not requested || actor!au || (most of) 96 line

➔ warnings: none || 683 words ➔ notes: fluff, actor!y/n ; I've been outlining a seokmin romcom series lately (between adult life things), but here!! have this :) maybe i need to sort out a new posting schedule haha

JUNHUI: he literally filmed a romcom himself—he knows how to separate a script from reality. you actually ask him for advice because you're worried that the camera will pick up your nerves and ruin the chemistry you've built up with your co-star. junhui hums, tapping absently on his phone as he considers. "maybe talk to them about this?" he suggests. "aren't they a new actor? they might be worrying about it, too. you can hang out more between takes. the more comfortable you feel, the less awkward it is." and after some thinking, you take his advice to heart, dropping by your co-star's trailer the next morning to chat. it's a good thing you did because they huff a sigh of relief, saying that they were struggling to approach you about this, too. "it's also awkward because, y'know," they say, waving a hand, "you have a famous boyfriend. i don't want things to be weird. he's pretty cool. i mean, is he the type to get jealous?" you laugh at that and relay the information to said boyfriend, who blinks at you, strangely flattered. junhui ends up coming on set to get to know your co-star and he brought a snack truck, so now everyone loves him, but you're trying to make him leave because you feel shy. he insists on seeing you in your element, but you've never performed with him watching like this before...

SOONYOUNG: he actually finds out about the kiss scene before you do because he overhears some writers talking about it backstage. he's standing by the water cooler, minding his own business, when someone mentions your name and it piques his interest. he edges closer. they're discussing how there's more chemistry than they expected between you and your co-star. with the viewers actively shipping you two and the plot progressing so naturally, it wouldn't be weird to throw in a kiss scene—responding to audience feedback is the advantage of not pre-filming. they won't write in a whole love line because it'll ruin the premise, but a kiss would be enough to go viral, so one of the older writers pitches an idea that's so old-fashioned that soonyoung actually scoffs. "that's a waste of both their talents," he mutters before he can catch himself, and he flushes when they all turn to him. they're the professionals, not him. they're better at writing. they're also better at keeping secrets because as soon as he sees you, he blurts out what he heard. "i've never done a kiss scene before," you say hesitantly. "so? you're good at your job. you're going to kill it." you never thought your boyfriend would be hyping you up to kiss someone else, but it's kind of a funny image.

WONWOO: you didn't tell him about the kiss scene. oh my god, he totally didn't know about it because he insisted on no spoilers, and now he's completely blindsided by this journalist's question. he can see the headlines now: trouble in paradise? our lovebirds no longer talking, followed by a screenshot of his caught-in-headlights expression and a screenshot of your movie. he actually doesn't care that you had a kiss scene, not in the way that the articles are going to insinuate at least, but his brain is struggling to wiggle its way out of this situation. luckily, the ever quick jeonghan lifts his microphone and laughs. "that's a spoiler," jeonghan says, voice thick with amused charm. "poor wonwoo spent the past few months avoiding every detail of this movie to watch it with fresh eyes, and you just ruined it with one sentence. he blacklisted every mention of the movie, made us skip ads for him, even muted his partner on instagram to avoid promotional pictures." the more jeonghan talks, the more absurd it sounds, but his diversion works because now the journalists are chuckling and moving on. just to squash any lingering rumors, he goes to see your movie with you the next day, posting a proof photo about how his spoiler-free isolation has ended.

JIHOON: posted in part 1!

[fallout4-reacts]

Companions reactions to Sole getting surprise adopted/kidnapped by a Mama Deathclaw who is very protective of her young, which just happens to include Sole now?

This one is refreshing. Thank you for the challenge, I hope to be up to it!

Cait : The young fighters is frozen on the spot.

When she witnessed the massive thing take over Sole, she was certain it was the end of her partnership. Who would survive being eaten by a deathclaw?

But the matriarch wasn't eating Sole. She carried them.

Cait followed, despite her better judgment. She was unable to convince herself to leave her friend.

She is now hidden in the creature's cave, watching the monster... Take care of Sole?

It appears that the creature decided that Sole should replace her offspring, whose bodies have been decimated around them.

She is currently attempting to persuade the Sole to consume radstag... raw. And Sole doesn't appear to enjoy the harshness.

"Hmm, yes, yum yum," they pretend to eat.

The deathclaw isn't looking persuaded, stuffing the piece of meat against the human mouth.

Cait tries not to laugh. There is nothing to laugh about here— 

Finally, a commotion outside the cave catches the reptilian mother's attention, and Cait seizes the opportunity to approach Sole quietly.

"Looks like you made a parent…"

"Laugh, but we have to get out of here before she comes back."

"I told you that this power armor made you look like a lizard…"

"Will you help me find a passage?"

They continue searching the rubble for an access route, if they can impossible to follow by Mother Deathclaw, but at this point, any path at all. They don't find any. These beasts aren't foolish enough to let their prey escape.

Cait turns to notify Sole of her failure, but the words remain stuck in her throat.

The Deathclaw is there, standing above her, threatening with claws and jaws to "protect" her tiny one.

Sole stares at Cait with horror, but it is too late.

The monster will have another type of meat to serve to his child.

Codsworth : The butler panics. He panics, goes in circles, and turns on himself. He noticed that the Deathclaw did not kill Sole, but he left with him. He panics and has no idea what to do. His circuits will burn if he does not find it.

Against all conventional sense, he resolves to do the only thing within his power. He rushes forward with a battle cry, later blaming himself for his barbaric behavior, which is unworthy of his code. He charges ahead and strikes the creature's bottom without hesitation.

"I may not be a Mister gusty, but you will not take away my master/mistress!"

Everything in the way is engulfed in flames.

The monster leaps into the air before clinging to a cliff. Codsworth wonders how to reach him for a minute, but the creature merely places a dazzled Sole on the plumb, pats their head, and turns to face the robot to returns to the battle.

Oh, Codsworth now understands.

"You…you think it's your…child?"

"Cods!" Sole exclaims from their headland. "Don't oppose with the lizard! Run away!"

"I will never abandon you, Mum/Sir."

"Save yourself! I will get through this."

"Are you sure?"

"Run! Go find Preston! Do not fight this creature alone!"

Codsworth, hesitant and dubious, slowly withdraws. The deathclaw does not appear to intend to fight. Her priority appears to be to get Sole into a shelter, and when the menace flees, she does not follow it.

Codsworth sighs with relief. His circuits may not have withstood the clawed assault.

But now he needs to find Preston.

He is unsure how his poor master/mistress would cope with the beast's overly rustic treatment.

Curie : "Is it the habit of these creatures to choose a human as their offspring?"

"Not at all. Are you helping me or not?"

"But she don't! want"

Curie attempted to approach, but Mother Deathclaw, who tolerates the Miss Nanny in her cave, does not allow her to be closest Sole.

"Then go get help!"

"What help?"

Sole opens their lips to respond, but then holds back. Do they genuinely want others to know about their situation?

"Do you know what? Nevermind. We wait for her to fall asleep. Walk away and get to the isolated cabin we saw higher up the hill. As soon as I get out of this mess, I will join you."

"Sure."

Curie turns away to obey Sole without asking any further questions. Even if she has to wait many days in the cab for her companion to arrive.

Danse : When the Deathclaw attacks Sole, Danse opens fire. The creature glances over its shoulder before fleeing with his loot at breakneck speed.

The paladin struggles to follow the track, much slower in his power armor, but he eventually reaches in the place where the monster brought Sole.

And the scene he unexpectedly encounters perplexes him.

The mother, in her empty nest, tries to feed a dull Sole.

The Brotherhood freezes for one moment. His subordinate is not actually in danger. And what he sees is so bizarre that his mind pauses.

However, the hesitancy is short-lived.

"Ad Victorium!"

He targets and shoots the beast, hoping to eliminate it as soon and easily as possible.

And the creature turns out to be a very easy target, focusing all of its efforts on "protecting" Sole, exposing itself to unnecessary risk.

When the battle is ended, Sole walks south without speaking. Danse immediately catches up to them.

"Soldier—

"A word in a report, and you will never be able to call me a soldier ever."

Danse doesn't insist. He is unsure whether he can obey Sole on this point, given the importance of the reports, but a glance at his companion makes him question whether he should make an exception.

Deacon : "What I find awful is that no one will ever believe me."

Sole stares at the spy.

They were on their way to Coastal Cottage when a familiar Deathclaw from Sole emerged on the road and snatched them. Deacon was so astonished that he didn't even consider shooting. When he saw his comrade being placed on the lizard's shoulder, he did not dare to shoot either, waiting for the appropriate moment. And the monster led them to the bottom of a ravine, where he had built his nest.

Another little deathclaw was anxiously waiting for them.

The matriarch sat her guest on the floor and offered them a good, bloody radstag. Deacon understood right away.

He settled within earshot, but not to claw reach. The mother was clearly annoyed by the intruder at first, but she did not strike him until if Deacon try to approach.

She only gives him a dark glance on occasion, which pales in comparison to Sole's.

Deacon already has a plan. As soon as Mama Deathclaw and her child fall asleep, he will join Sole and use Stealth-Boys to escape. But, in the meantime, he breaks the crust himself because he has nothing else to do.

And laughing from time to time…

Dogmeat : The dog reacts with astonishment and growls. But every time he takes a step, he crosses the path of the massive lizard. However, the matriarch does not reply forcefully to the bothersome creature. When Dogmeat leaps to bite her, she cups him like an overly eager puppy.

Surprised, Dogmeat realizes he have not the weight. And that the monster does not harm his master/mistress. Confused, he follows them to the cave containing the deathclaw's nest.

The mutated chameleon mother clearly sees the human as her offspring and promptly feeds them with good food. Dogmeat is ecstatic to have his fair share of raw meat.

When Sole moans and collapses to the ground, the dog casts him an intrigued glance.

The monster does not harm them and provides them with food, what more could Sole want?

Elder Maxson : Despite his physical and mental strength and training, Maxson completely freezes. Not for long, but completely.

He is actually paralyzed, the terrible memory of his first combat with a Deathclaw returning to him at the same time as the phantom pain in his face.

But it doesn't last very long.

Maxson shakes himself as the matriarch took Sole on her shoulder.

"Ad Victorium!" he yells as he rushes to save his Knight.

The weapon brandishes, without hesitation, he let rains on the beast all of the bullets in his magazine.

This is insufficient to kill the beast, but it does allow Sole to get to the ground and position themself by his side.

They worked together to put an end to the monster's reign of terror.

As they leave the scene, Sole turns to their superior, ashamed.

"I know I don't have the right to ask, but—

"Do you want me to keep it quiet?"

The elder's comprehension appears to relief Sole.

"Please."

"I don't see how killing a monster that threatens civilians is shameful."

"You know—

"I know you shot a monster by my side, threatening civilians."

Sole smiled. They let out a tremendous sigh as they set off again, knowing Maxson would cover their embarrassment without hesitation.

Hancock : He has no constraint in laughing. Not for one moment. All the way to the monster's lair, he laughs so hard that his ribs hurt, and when Sole gives him a dark glance, he laughs even harder. He even takes one or two dosages of Jet to prolong his pleasure.

"Can you help me instead of making fun of me?"

"Can I help you? But mom is there to take good care of you, don't you see?"

Hancock was taken aback when the Deathclaw grabbed his partner and nearly attacked. But something hold him back. In the creature's mentality. She didn't seem to intend to harm Sole. And now she carries them around like they're her own little one, tries to feed them, and, in general, taking care of them.

Hancock finds the scenario hilarious. Especially since she recognized that he did not want to hurt her and that she was leaving him behind.

Yes, he will help Sole out. The beast will ultimately sleep. But, in the meantime, let's have some fun.

Gage : He stands up, frowning.

"Hey, Boss, she seems to love you very much, the Madonna."

Sole just grunts and crosses their arms, humiliated by being hoisted on the monster's shoulder.

"Can you give me a gun if you don't decide to kill her?"

"Kill her? Why? She wants to protect you. An Overboss with a Deathclaw as a guardian is a thousand times better than anything I could have imagined for fucking the dog with the young hoodlums."

"Hey! I am being held captive by a monster! Are you helping me, yes or no?"

"Shit. I'm not going to risk my life in a situation that doesn't need it. She does not want to consume you; she wants to feed you. Open your mouth wide, please."

"You're foolish, huh—

Sole is interrupted by a piece of bloody flesh forced into their mouth. They spits out, much to Mama Deathclaw's displeasure.

"Oh, don't offend your mother like that. She bothered to hunt; now eat."

"BUT YOU'RE REALLY STUPID!"

"Eat!" commands Gage, the beast carrying out the directive.

MacCready : "500 caps!"

Sole stares at their partner.

"Seriously? Isn't that a little redundant?"

"500 caps, and if I don't live, you'll give them to Daisy for Dunkan. I won't move unless you promise me."

"I promise you!"

Mac stands with his trusty Mighty, aims at the monster's eye, and shoots. The Deathclaw doesn't even have time to realize out what's going on, he falls, dragging Sole with him.

The mercenary rushes to assist the other in getting up, but he is welcomed coldly.

"My life for 500 caps…"

"What, you weren't worth that?"

Sole merely growls away, clearly humiliated and irritated. Mac looks at the thing.

"So this monster, he thought you were his little one?"

"Shut up!"

"No, but it's true you're cute."

"SHUT UP!"

"Didn't you like your porridge?"

Sole no longer answers to him and moves forward with determination. Mac soon follows them, vowing to tell Hancock about their adventure when they return to Goodneighbor. Maybe even charge Piper for the juicy narrative...

Nick Valentine : "Well done, kid/doll. Now you may brag about showing me everything."

Sole simply grunts as the Deathclaw places her «little» on the ground.

Nick realized quickly that the creature does not want to hurt his friend, but he should remain at distance. He tries to think of a way to get Sole out of this predicament, although we must admit that the situation is quite amusing. And he won't miss them with it.

Piper : "It's… too… CUTE!"

Piper beams right in front of the attractiveness of the setting.

Mom Deathclaw dealt the reporter a severe hit when she stole Sole, and she had to recover before tracing the beast. However, when she discovers Sole in the nest, being fed by the creature, she can't help but melt in front of the monster's tenderness.

"You didn’t catch! A Deathclaw takes the Sole Survivor for his child! It'll sell as a title."

"How dare you?"

The matriarch turns, apparently displeased, towards the intruder. The young woman moves back and raises her hands in front of her.

"Woh, Mom, calm down. I don't want to hurt your small one. But if you'd pose, I'd like to photograph that moment."

“At this moment, I feel a great want to kill you,” Sole answered angrily.

Preston : "You really have a thing with deathclaws!"

Sole cannot laugh. Not at all. They feel foolish being carried around like a potato bag on the large mutant lizard's shoulder, and the movement will soon make them sick.

Preston followed them, chuckling, as if he thought the scenario was immensely hilarious.

"Remind me to help you again the next time you're stuck by a deathclaw," Sole says sarcastically.

"I think you're doing very well!" the Colonel says, trying not to laugh.

That is not that the situation is not critical. It may easily turn sour if the monster realizes Sole is not a newborn deathclaw, but he believes he and his partner will get away with it eventually.

In the meantime, he can't stop thinking about how the audience will react when he provides this story at the bar.

Strong : The Super Mutant does not hesitate, jumping on the creature's back and circling her neck with his massive arms. And the monster is not scared of fighting and fling the Super Mutant to the ground. She growls angrily, forming a shield in front of Sole. When Strong gets the situation, he scratches his head.

"Deathclaw not eat Sole?"

"I…I think she thinks I'm her kid."

Strong takes a step forward, and the matriarch rumbles lightly but she does not move forward, as if she does not want to leave Sole.

"Puny Human really in strange situation."

"Throw me my rifle that I've dropped, I'll show you how I get out of strange situations."

Strong grabs the weapon, but as he bends over, the deathclaw attacks and knocks him down. Sole, shocked, jumps in to assist Strong, but the mother lizard repels them effectively.

"He is my friend! Don't hurt!" he pleads fervently.

The mother pushes them away again, as if they are beginning to irritate her, a clawed leg on Strong. Sole insisted and threw themself onto Strong, shielding him from their own body.

"MINE!"

The mother appears bewildered, yet something brightens in her eyes. She grasps Sole over one shoulder and Strong over the other.

"Raaah, Rwine," she says.

Strong grumbles against the humiliation. Sole sighs.

"Yeah, there's two of us…"

X6-88 : The Courser remains undisturbed in front of the beast.

"M'dam/Sir, it seems that this creature has developed a will to take you under her protection and care."

"It seems," Sole scolds cynically. "You free me?"

"It is against our objective to enter this creature's den, so I will proceed—

"PROCEED, DAMN IT!"

The Courser does not think twice and kills the monster who turns out to be an easy target, doing everything he can to defend Sole at the price of his own safety.

X6 kicks the corpse after taking him down to ensure it does not react as Sole rises up.

"I believe his behaviour was still unusual. It's unfortunate that we had to put an end to a type that was not a threat in the first place."

"You'll tell me so much."

"Do you think it was your smell or appearance that misled this matriarch?"

"Do you know how to shut up?"

"It would be interesting to share the specifics of this event with the Institute's researchers—

Sole abruptly turns to his Courser and places a palm on his chest, fairly aggressively.

"You say a word of anything to anyone, and I personally make sure that Ayo erases even the slightest memory of the existence of the slightest cell of your brain and that your body is converted to household chores."

X6 looks noticeably surprised. Very shocked. Sole has never expressed interest about memory wiping, mostly the opposite. And now they are threatening it. The Courser realizes that it is best to remain silence. But within, he is asking himself a lot of questions.

[steven1123x]

Steven Universe: The tragic Gem

Greg and Steven were in his father's van being driven by Steven in Las Vegas when they ended up in an accident due to a series of events.

.- .-.. .-.. / .. /-.-. .--. / ... .--.-- / .. ... / .- .-.. .-.. / .. /-.-. .

Accidents happen all the time, right? But this accident almost got them killed.

Steven Quartz Universe slowly opened his eyes, he saw that the road was in front of him and the roof of his father's van. Could they be upside down?

Steven looked out the driver's side window.

You answered your question, Universe. Congratulations….

Steven looked to his right, the man sitting in the passenger seat was in worse shape than he was. Granted Steven was half ailen but it still hurt like heck!

He tried to undo the seatbelt. he pressed the red release button, but it wouldn't click off.

Steven mentally groaned. Great, me and dad are stuck here!

Steven took his phone out of his pocket to find the shattered screen.

What ELSE could go wrong?

He and his dad were taking a road trip out of Delaware. No big deal, but this…

This was bad…. Real bad.

Pearl was going to kill him.

Steven and his dad had gotten into a fight before the accident, this was all his fault… If he wouldn't be driving, they wouldn't be in this mess. And worse of all.

He yelled at Greg.

He wanted to live a normal life and have some ground. But he'd realized that was boring.

Steven saw glass on the road, the windows were shattered from the crash. He — not realizing it, had the steering wheel on his lap. He threw it out and dragged himself out of the window, Steven dragged himself up and ran to the passenger's side. Steven got the seatbelt that kept his father safe, he dragged him out of the van, he almost wanted to throw up at the sight of him.

He had cuts along his face. Steven needed to call the ambulance. But his phone was fried. He needed to think of something fast. He couldn't take him to the hospital. It was too far, they were not in Delaware, they were in Nevada!

Frickin Nevada!

Steven had an idea in mind, He thought this was weird, but. He had to to save him. He licks his hand and puts it on his face. Maybe his healing spit could work. If this doesn't work…. No, Steven, you have your mom's powers! it worked before. It worked on Connie and every gem that was cracked.

He looked at his father once more. he thought…. No, don't say that, your dad won't be mad about the van! Pearl fixes it for him all the time, and he had his van destroyed multiple times, despite all of that. he had it repaired a bunch of times also.

Steven shook away all the bad stuff from his head, licked his hand, and touched his father's cheek.

Please… Let this work…. He thought to himself, Steven saw his eyes twitch a little bit, then open.

Oh, thank the stars! he sighed in relief as Greg sat up and held his head.

"W-What happened?" Greg asked weakly.

"I…. I-" The half-gem tried to talk, but he couldn't. he kept on looking at his hands.

Greg looked at his son for a few seconds, Steven still looked down at his hands, he could tell he still looked shaken up about the whole thing.

"Dude…" Greg said, looking over at the Half-Gem boy. Steven looked at his father and nodded, not saying a word. His heart was still beating out of his chest from the crash. Greg scooted next to the boy. "You alright, Schtu-ball?"

"Bro. how do you think I'm doing? I CRASHED YOUR VAN!"

Greg just smiled and patted his son's shoulder. "So?" That was all Greg said.

Seriously? that's all he has to say? Steven knows that it takes a lot to make his father mad, and he is thankful but… Oh who is he kidding? Normal life is boring to him, and being a normal parent — to him is cliche.

"Steven… I know you're going through stuff, but I can get the van fixed. I'll call a tow truck and we can get a motel. Alright?" his father said. Steven nods and gets up. Steven helped him up. they saw headlights.

"Hey! We need help!" Steven said waving his hands in the air. The driver stopped, he drove an old white beat-up Toyota Camry. The person opened the window, and they saw a mature gentleman with a white beard, wearing a plaid shirt. He is standing in a park and appears to be enjoying his surroundings. The man has a friendly expression on his face and is sitting in the car's driver's seat.

"How can I help you guys?" he smiles.

"We got into an accident, and my van is totaled, do you have a phone so I can call a tow truck?" the older man smiled and then pulled out a small silver Razor flip phone. "You can use my phone."

Steven looked down at his sneakers, how could he have been so dumb? if he didn't get angry and his power let him become unstable, this wouldn't happen!

Stupid diamond powers.

Greg finished talking with a tow truck company and he gave the older man his phone back.

"Thank you so much for your help."

"Why won't you stay with me and my wife until your van gets fixed?" he asked.

"Oh, no, no, we wouldn't want to be in any trouble."

"I insist, my wife and I would love to have you guys over."

Steven and Greg both went into the man's car after the tow truck arrived and took Greg's van to the nearest repair shop. Steven closed his eyes as Greg and the older man were talking to each other.

"So, what's your name?" the older man smiled.

"Greg Universe, and that's my son, Steven."

Yeah…But our last name is a LIE!

"Ah." the older man said, while he drove. "My name is Charlie."

"Nice to meet you, Charlie." Greg smiled and shook the man's hand, as he stopped at a red light. Steven sighed and closed his eyes in the backseat, he mentally felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, he could imagine Pearl texting him to pick it up.

He lifted his right leg and crossed it over his left. He looked at his hands again and clenched them. Greg looked.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

Greg nods and they drive to the Man's house who lives in Jasper.

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Charlie stopped his Toyota in front of a home, it was a nice, small house.

The house is a single-family home with a large garage and a two-story design. The exterior is painted gray, and it has a white front door that leads to the inside. The house is situated on a corner lot, providing ample space for parking and outdoor activities. The home features a large window on the second floor, which allows natural light to fill the interior of it.

"Let's go," he says, the three of them went into the house, They smelled something good. "What's that smell?" Steven asked.

"Oh, my wife is making tacos," Charlie said.

"Charlie, are you home?" The elderly woman asks.

"I am home, Grace," he said. Grace walks out of the kitchen with a towel in her hands. An older African American woman with a gray afro hairstyle, wearing a black and white striped top. She has a friendly and confident expression on her face. Her eyes are looking directly at the two new people that were in their home as she smiles.

"Well, who are they?" she asked kindly.

"Grace, this is Greg and Steven Universe, I saw that they had been in an accident. So I helped them."

"Oh, are they going to stay for dinner?" she asked

"Yes," Greg said, Steven felt visibly uncomfortable, but surprisingly at home here.

Steven and Greg both sat at the table.

"So, Steven," Grace said, grabbing a taco. "What do you do, dear?"

"I run a school for Gems, they learn how to live together peacefully," he told them. Greg nodded, he still didn't understand this stuff eight years later.

"Oh, that's nice, dear." she smiled from ear to ear. Steven smiled also

"What do you do Greg?"

"Me? I run a car wash by the beach." The older couple looked confused. "A car wash on the beach? wouldn't your car get dirty again?"

Greg smiled and chuckled. "It's not on the beach, it's a little community called Beach City Delaware, think of it like Santa Monica Pier or Hollywood Beach, Florida."

"Oh, alright." he smiled.

Greg and Steven were now helping the elderly couple with the dishes. Steven was washing the cups as Greg and the couple were talking. He tuned them out, he didn't have his phone or earbuds to tune them out, so Steven had to make do with what he had.

"Steven?" Greg asked, Steven looked at him.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"You okay?" he nods he wasn't paying attention, he got water on his shirt, but he was drenched.

"Oh, dear! let me wash that for you." Grace said. Steven felt uncomfortable taking off his shirt in front of people he didn't know, he went to the bathroom took off his shirt, and handed it to her.

"Hey, Dad? do you have an extra shirt in the—?" he suddenly remembered that the van was totaled, and it was his fault.

It was his fault that they were in this mess.

Steven leaned on the bathroom sink, looking at his reflection for a few minutes then sighing.

Stars… He sometimes wished that he was never born. So this wouldn't happen to him.

This was dumb.

Steven walked out of the bathroom, still uncomfortable without his shirt and his gem exposed. He tried to ignore it, and then Grace smiled and walked out. "Oh, I set up your room for you."

Steven walked inside without saying a word and locked the door, he put his back to the door and put his hands on his face.

He then laid down on the bed, closed his eyes, looked out the window, and sighed

What would my life look like if I wasn't half-gem?

Steven had never had that thought before in his life. But, he truly wondered, would Rose be here? yes. Would he be able to go to school? yes. would he be able to have more friends except Connie, the Crystal Gems, and the Cool Kids?

Yes.

He was grateful for his girlfriend, but she was going to college two years after she'd graduated high school.

And he doesn't have that….

But, what he does is have the support of his family and friends who helped him through this difficult time in his life.

Steven took off his jeans, got under the covers, and went to sleep.

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It was the next day, that Steven got up with a knock on the door. His father stood there with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Schtu-ball. There's breakfast downstairs if you want to come."

"Hey, Dad? can you ask Grace if my shirt is dry?"

"Sure," he said, Steven closed the door and slipped on his pants.

Greg walked back to the room with his black star t-shirt in his hands.

"Here."

"Thanks," he said, putting it on his body, his shirt came out of the dryer so it was warm.

"Mmmm. Warm," he said. Greg smiles and they both walk downstairs for breakfast.

"Oh, Steven! how'd you sleep?" Grace asked.

"Okay." he smiled as he sat down and grabbed a few French toast sticks.

"Thank you so much for helping us." Greg aided in shaking their hands, Steven shook their hands as well. Charlie was taking them to the repair shop so they could get Greg's van and go back home. When they got there, Charlie, Greg, and Steven all were next to the van.

"Again, thank you so much for your kindness and hospitality, Charlie." Greg smiled, and Steven smiled as well as he opened the door to his father's van. Greg went into the van too and started it up. they waved goodbye and drove back to Beach City.

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A/N: Hi guys! I'm back with a new Steven Universe fanfiction. I hope you guys like it!

[bobwess]

SPN Finale Fix-it Fic

Posted here in its entirety given the times. When we're back online, please find me at Bob Wess on ao3.

Jack watched Chuck fade out of view through the back window, breathing in a slow sigh of relief. They succeeded. He was done.

"And we're sure sure that he can't figure out how to get his power back?" Dean confirmed, glancing up in the rear view mirror. "I mean, he was God. He knows literally everything."

"He doesn't anymore." Jack said softly, leaning his head back against the seat and closing his eyes. "That much knowledge would kill him, he's human. He can't remember."

"You doing okay back there, kid?"

"Yeah." He replied weakly.

Dean kept his gaze for a moment before he just turned back to driving.

Sam glanced back, doing his best to mask his concern. "You get some rest, Jack. You did good back there."

"Thanks." Jack failed to mutter. Closing his eyes didn't help, but once he had he forgot how to open them. He had existed his whole life… just one moment in one place.

Right now he was everywhere. Like electricity, a thought and he could see it. Anywhere in the world. He checked in on Donna, Eileen, Bobby, Charlie... He peered through the bunker. He looked in the silo. He could do all that from the car speeding down the highway, one single path through the infinite multitudes.

It was an adjustment.

Chuck's memory was fathomless, and it was spreading like wildfire across his brain, unfolding eons in seconds, cataloging an eternity in the void balanced with Amara and Death before he took breath and birthed the warriors of his sister's confinement. Jack saw the moment the horsemen split. He saw the big bang. He saw the creation of angels, crafted from the supernovas of a chaotic forming universe. He watched countless worlds rise from sparks into empires and fade to dust. He found himself catching up to the present. He watched Sam and Dean's life from birth, not sure if the tears were only in his head when he watched a demon slit his wrist over Sam's crib. He watched John Winchester impart his discipline on them. He watched a knife in Sam's back and hellhounds at Dean's ankles. He felt a physical punch to the gut when Castiel laid a hand on Dean's shoulder in hell.

Dean Winchester is saved.

"That was when the connection broke." Jack thought he had said it out loud, but when no one in the car responded he realized he was mistaken. It was too much of an effort to speak up again.

He watched it again, once, twice. It made him feel physically nauseous. All of the unfathomed cosmos were perfectly in tune with Chuck, the small flicker of an angel's doubt was like a lightning bolt. Angels obeyed. That was all they knew how to do. They weren't like his archangels with their own intuitions, angels were merely an extension of him, programmed to follow orders.

"He wasn't pulling the strings." Jack tried to assure them, but again he realized he hadn't moved his lips. "Chuck wanted to see the story… he didn't want to write it. Not until the end. That was all you…"

He watched Ruby corrupt Sam in parallel to Dean's corruption of Cas.

Castiel wasn't the first angel to pull away from heaven, but he was the first one to be tainted with the soul of a righteous man rather than the temptations of sin. It was fascinating.

Chuck never knew which path Dean would take, but he knew where every possible path could lead. Not a single prediction saw Dean get into that church. Castiel had achieved the unachievable. Providence was subverted. A thousand new paths opened up and the cosmic rush was intoxicating.

He almost forgot to reach through and pull Dean out of that church before Lucifer stepped into the world and melted the flesh off his bones. Sam too, why not?

He spent simultaneously millenia and mere hours, riding the high of being confronted with the true unknown. He was disappointed when the puzzle pieces started sliding into place, the picture clearing. New paths were cemented; The story was different now, but he could see it again. The loss was impossible to set aside.

Raphael had smited Cas so thoroughly there wasn't even enough to scrape into the empty. This provided him with a unique opportunity. He could pull him back together. He was careful, taking care, hundreds of years within frozen time. He had to get it perfect, he could not risk losing the small shard of Dean's soul that severed his bond with fate.

When Cas came back. the paths blurred and when it was done these three improbable rebels had averted the certainty of the apocalypse. Once again as the earth sealed over and the dust settled, Chuck had found himself already craving the uncertainty of Castiel. He went to work rebuilding him again.

The dread Chuck felt when Dean took the mark competed with the thrill of seeing where that led, and suddenly he felt connected to Dean in a way he never had any human before. Reconciliation with his sister, a trip through the cosmic potential at the edges of interminable realities, and by his return the story of Earth had been turned on end.

Jack felt the wave of hatred for himself, and he imagined giving a weak smile at the emotional mess he'd have to sort through to reconcile that later. He turned his back, wishing to avoid reliving the pain and turmoil he himself caused from a whole new perspective. Chuck's omniscience seemed to flicker and fade after Sam's soul splintered into his shoulder anyway.

He rushed through to the end, desperate to catch up to the present in the diminishing hope that he'd be able to wrestle these memories under control. Time had been moving so fast at the start of… well, time itself. Now each second was painfully slow, and he aged centuries sorting through Chuck's analysis of every minute. "Sir, this is a radio shed."

Chuck was choking down on the reins, brushing right up against the his own applied limits to affect free will before finally tearing everything down in every reality but one. And then he began to deconstruct that.

Jack was distracted by feeling the pull of every soul as they were erased off the planet. An instant for any observer on earth, but each person one at a time for him.

He almost missed Cas and Dean run out of Death's library.

"When Jack was dying, I made a deal to save him.…"

Jack blinked back tears again, heart racing as he watched the scene continue.

The empty was tearing open. Cas tried to throw Dean to the side, but the hunter grabbed his arm, pulling Cas close and throwing his arms around him.

"Dean, please-" Cas shouted over the sounds of the slithering void reaching towards them. Jack could feel the second hand panic exploding out from both of them.

"I love you, Cas." Dean breathed, directly in Cas' ear. He arched involuntarily as he felt the ink touch his back, but he held on tight. His prayer was clear. You aren't going without me.

Jack felt Chuck himself invade the room, standing in the silence left behind, the violence of moments ago fading into absence, a world once again without Death, a world missing an impossible pair. And a wholly unsatisfying ending.

Jack felt another nauseating twist in his gut when he felt the idea blossom.

He'd just build another.

No.

It was easy, really.

Please no.

The memories continued, pushing through every attempt Jack made to slow them. His hands… the perverse hand of God, sewing together a human body, stuffing it with a hastily crafted approximation of a half finished soul. Cracked drywall smoothed over with reconstructed memories, edited to his liking. The story would be finished. He didn't rip everyone off this earth just to end it there.

Chuck left him on the floor, phone ringing on the ground, and a memory of staying silent while Cas was ripped from existence.

Jack tore his eyes open, gasping for air as he pulled himself out of it. He locked eyes with Dean in the mirror, and felt the shudder down his spine.

It wasn't Dean.

Dean was in the empty.

Dean was gone.

This isn't Dean.

"You sure you're okay?" Not Dean asked over his shoulder, suggesting to Jack his expressions had all been in his head.

"Yeah." He replied softly.

.

He didn't tell them.

The imposter was acting normal, and Sam was none the wiser, and with all of Jack's wisdom he didn't know what to do besides do nothing at all. He said his goodbyes and stepped out of time to think.

"You want to bring them back." Amara's voice wasn't accusing, but it wasn't necessarily approving either. "This is your idea of hands off?"

"I'm doing it."

"Interfering is what got Chuck in trouble in the first place."

"I'm not Chuck." Jack said firmly. "And I'm not leaving them there."

She looked across the bunker at the figure that couldn't see them. "What are you going to do about him?"

Jack closed his eyes. "I don't know."

"You know you won't be able to pull Dean out with that thing here."

"That thing is Dean… sort of."

"And that's the problem." Amara finished. "The soul can't exist in tandem like that. They'll consume each other as they try to merge."

"He doesn't have a soul." Jack said mournfully. "Not really."

"Close enough to cause problems."

"It's not fair anyway." Jack murmured. "To Sam…" Sam hadn't noticed yet, but Jack was counting the days. The new Dean was a bluff, a collection of memories and intent robust enough to ride out the last apocalypse to completion, but it was never meant to navigate the world any further. The seams were coming undone, and soon they would be without subtlety.

"I don't want Sam to know." Jack paused. "He shouldn't have to know how long his brother has been gone, or where.

"You're not going to be able to wait much longer."

"I'll figure it out." And he did.

Five inches.

The slightest adjustment, five inches to the left, letting a vampire and a poorly placed hook do the dirty work for him.

Jack kept his eyes on every corner of earth, heaven, hell, and purgatory to try to hide from tearful goodbyes from a whisper of his father. He blocked out Sam's despaired prayers, begging him to help.

I am helping. I can rescue him now.

Jack finally used the last spark of an imposter Dean's almost-soul to rip a hole into the nothingness beyond reality. He liked to think that this Dean had been Dean enough that he'd have willingly sacrificed himself for a chance to rescue his family from the Entity.

It was enough to steel himself for the task ahead.

With the presence of God and the audacity of a Winchester, he stepped through, and he wouldn't be leaving without his fathers.

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