#but the quiet of doing something whilst knowing nothing bads going to happen

[cherryatombomb]

hear me out bc i love soap drawing but im also obsessed with the idea of ghost drawing?? like i think he'd only do specific art styles.. like probably scruffy charcoal landscape drawings. it's like the one thing he remembers from therapy ever, he refuses to use any other coping skill they taught him but that one helps

soap stumbling onto one of his drawings one and asking about it. ghost gets kind of embarrassed but ends up opening up only bc he knows soap draws too

soap recognizes some of the environments ghost draws; the military base when they first met, the view from the church in las almas, los vaqueros base when taking down graves etc. hes a little charmed to notice that the ones where soap was there are all bundled together, and increasing in frequency, and there's more effort being put into them and... yeah

soap and ghost just quietly drawing together on occasion. it's just a healing little shared task between the two of them, ghost jokes it's the only time soap's quiet around him, but it's just a nice activity for the both of them to do that doesn't require constant interaction. ghost isnt good with needing to interact at all times and this is his way of spending time with soap without overwhelming himself...

something about just sharing intimate tasks like this is just such a nice concept to me. ghost and soap both sharing parts of themselves others dont see, enjoying eachothers company without being bound by work

[atydblack]

"demure" part 2

best friends dad! james x reader

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PART 1

glad u guys liked part 1 because i can not stop thinking about this version of james .

warnings: age gap, cheating, rough sex (not too much smut in this one tho soz), jamie is kinda a dick, everyone is of age!!!

MDNI

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It had been 3 days.

3 whole days since the night you spent with James and he hadn't spoken one word to you.

In the grand scheme of things, 3 days isn't too long. But when those 3 days are spent longing after someone who is pretending you don't exist it is.

You were frustrated in every sense of the word, and with just over a week until you go back to Hogwarts - you were becoming desperate.

Every one was floating in between the kitchen and living room. It was rare that there was ever a quiet moment at the Potter's which made it even more difficult to find James alone.

You sat with your head resting lightly on Ron's shoulder whilst him and Hermione chatted about something you couldn't even focus on, your mind a million miles away.

Surprisingly, you had barely felt any guilt towards your actions a few nights prior. Every time you felt a bit bad about what you'd done, Ron would piss you off and it all made sense again.

You had even tried to somewhat recreate the incident with Ron, actually trying it on with him every single night but he would just make fun of you or would already be asleep before you'd even had the chance to touch him.

"Y/N?" Ron pushed you off his shoulder. "I said, are you okay?"

"Yeah," you half heartedly smiled. "I'm just gonna grab some water."

"I can get it for you-"

"No, it's fine."

You stood to your feet and wandered through to the kitchen and there he stood.

James was leaning against the kitchen counter, a mirrored image of how he was stood just a few nights ago.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

A white shirt hung from his body as he had just gotten back from his job at the ministry under an hour ago. A half empty glass of red wine sat in his hand as he spoke intently to Remus.

When he noticed you enter, he stopped talking and his jaw tightened.

He had been on your mind 24/7. The way his hands felt on you, the way he spoke softly into your ear, the way he made you feel.

It was constant, you couldn't think of anything other than James.

James broke eye contact after a brief moment. He muttered something inaudible to Remus before quickly walking past you.

James' heavy footsteps echoed through the house as he almost stormed up the stairs.

Remus nodded his head at you. You couldn't tell wether he was indicating for you to follow him or if it was just a simple greeting.

You didn't care either way, you were bored of being ignored.

Turning swiftly, you padded quietly up the stairs after James.

You were unsure of what exactly you were going to say to him, but something was better than nothing.

The house was huge and you weren't exactly sure which room he had gone into.

You decided on his bedroom.

You slowly opened the big oak door before entering quietly.

He wasn't in there, but it still caught your attention.

A strange feeling overwhelmed you as you took in the detail of the room James shared with his wife.

Jealousy? Guilt? You couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Everything was perfectly clean. On one bedside table sat a picture from their wedding day and the other was a picture of Harry.

Chewing your cheek out of anxiety, you stepped closer to the one of James and Lilly's wedding.

You had always been under the impression that they were so in love, so happy. Yet James had done this.

It almost felt like you had dreamt it all.

The door to the bedroom opened, making you jump.

You turned around to see James stood there with an angry look on his face.

"What are you doing?" James grumbled, stepping forward.

"I-I don't know." You muttered, your cheeks growing red.

"You can't do this, Y/N." He demanded, almost like he was telling you off. "I- What happened between us... it can't happen again."

He was frustrated, breathing heavy with his eyebrows furrowed.

You stood there twiddling your thumbs, unsure of what to reply.

"I fucking mean it-" James began pacing back and forth. "Shit, I could get in so much trouble for this, Y/N, you don't understand."

A ball of anger was whirling up inside you uncontrollably at his words.

A little voice inside your head telling you that he used you, he regrets you, he's embarrassed of you.

"You can't just ignore me!" You spat out. "I'm not just someone you can touch like that and then pretend doesn't exist!"

"I don't have a fucking option, Y/N." He came closer to you. "What did you think was going to happen? This can't be anything."

"What did you think was going to happen, James?" You bit back, sick of him talking down to you.

He was taken aback at your words, veins almost popping out of his forehead as he looked as if he was at war with himself.

"Fuck!" He spat, turning his back to you.

You weren't scared of him, he couldn't just use you and act like it never happened.

"You need to stop fucking doing this to me, Y/N." James muttered.

"I-I'm not doing anything!" You expressed, "I just want you to-"

Before you had the chance to finish your sentence, you were pressed up against the wall with his mouth on yours.

It happened all to quickly.

He lifted you up, legs wrapped around him.

James connected his tongue with yours, hands travelling all over you.

"I can't stop fucking thinking about you, Y/N." James muttered against your lips.

You could feel his hard cock pressing into you through his trousers as he pushed himself closer to you.

"Your sweet little moans,"

He pushed your dress up to your waist, hands travelling underneath to your breasts.

"Your tight little pussy,"

You let out a gasp as his cold hands brushed over your nipples.

"You think I haven't always noticed the way you look at me?"

In a swift movement he had you pressed up against the wall, ready to take you from behind. Your dress pushed up to your waist and his trousers around his ankles.

"Not so fucking innocent around you, Y/N?"

You must be dreaming. You must have dreamt this whole thing. There was no way your fantasy was unravelling in front of you.

"Do you want this, baby?"

You nodded with no hesitation.

"Words, kitten."

"Yes, James." You groaned. "I want you."

"Good girl." He muttered as he pushed his cock into you.

You gasped, he was much bigger than you'd ever had before.

It took a second for you to adjust but soon he was thrusting into you.

James couldn't contain himself, fucking you relentlessly as you moaned his name over and over.

"Have you been thinking about this, baby?" James groaned, choking you from behind. "I bet you have."

He was like an animal with stamina you didn't know existed.

"You gonna cum for me, sweet girl?"

You couldn't muster any words in response, just a loud moan harmonising with the clapping of him pounding into you.

It wasn't long before you were riding out your high, another unexplainable feeling he'd given you for the second time.

You tightened around him, only causing him to quicken his pace.

"Fuck-" He choked out as you felt his warm cum between your legs, his thrusts slowing down.

You both stood there attempting to catch your breath.

"No matter how hard I try," James said after a short moment. "I can't get you off of my mind."

"Likewise." You muttered.

"Y/N?" You heard a voice from the hallway. It was Ron.

"Shit." You whispered. "You- You stay here."

You quickly tried to fix your hair, pulling your dress down and trying your hardest to act like you didn't have James cum dripping into your panties.

You walked out to the hallway and smiled at Ron.

"What were you doing in there?"

"Just snooping." You shrugged, grabbing his hand and quickly pulling him back downstairs.

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part 3 will be up tomorrow!

[minjix]

valorant → Vinnie Hacker x female!reader

summary: in which Vinnie defends you

warnings: men being boys, slurs, hate towards women. speed like behavior - hate that man, boy. swear words , mentions suicide + pissed of Vinnie – overprotective!Vinnie, mad!Vinnie, angsty!Vinnie & soft!Vinnie

a/n: women can’t do anything without some men being butthurt about it :) I also don’t know ANYTHING about valorant, men scares me so I will never touch that game so I apologize in advance for all the incorrect information in this imagine <3

word count: 1.0k

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You two had been playing for hours on end, Vinnie’s comforting voice in your ears as your eyes were stuck to your screen. It was your first time playing the game and when you had told him this; the boy immediately begged you to play with him, so here you were– tongue out in concentration whilst Vinnie carefully guided you through everything.

He made it less stressful, his whispers of ‘that’s my girl’, every time you managed to kill someone. His voice burning a hole in your chest, your wound on display. Your nervous laughter only grew the smirk on his lips. He wished to be sat besides you instead of listening to your laughter and frustrated grunts over discord. But he gladly stayed, constantly asking how you felt about the game, quietly asking you for this to be yours and his thing; playing Valorant together.

Everyone had been respectful, since they respected Vinnie, but it all went to shit when one of your teammates decided to blame you for losing that round. Swear words were thrown your way, so loudly that his mic went static.

‘go back to the kitchen, you whore’

‘slut,’

‘ugly fucking bitch’

You sat frozen in your seat, dumbfounded with a slack jaw. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure it’d fall into your stomach. Your mouth turned dry and your eyes wet with tears as the abuse continued on. You were embarrassed for some unknown reason.

Vinnie still couldn’t understand what was happening, one moment jokes were thrown around and then the abuse towards you came out of nowhere.

“The fuck did you just say?” His voice was low as he spoke into the mic, his eyes dark and the muscles in his arms flexing as he gripped his controller.

“This fucking bitch is ruining everythi–“

Vinnie interrupted him. “Shut the fuck up.” His face was red as he could only imagine how you felt.

The coward on the other end laughed, a mocking one that made Vinnie’s controller crack under his grip. Other players tried their hardest to get him to shut up but to no avail.

“What are you gonna do about it, bitch?” And before Vinnie could say something; the coward disappeared from the party.

You were still quiet and then you left too. Vinnie quickly exited the game and grabbed his phone, sending you a simple text.

‘on my way.’

He blamed himself for putting you in that situation, knowing how bad the abuse gets. The dark pit in his stomach growing as he floored it to your apartment downtown, his eyes constantly glancing to see if you texted him back, but nothing.

The rapid knocks quieted the sobs from your lips. “Y/n, please open the door.” You quickly got up and opened the door despite the confusion you felt about him taking his time to check up on you.

Your face was wet from tears and your breaths came out in gasps as the pain in your chest wouldn’t lessen. “Shit,” he swore to himself before inviting himself in and embracing your shaking body. Over your cries he could hear several plings, one after another. Your computer was placed in your living room, right where you both stood.

His eyes squinted, recognizing it. Someone was chatting with you on valorant. He carefully let go of you and walked over to your computer despite his name leaving your lips in a warning.

His eyes widened at the words that burned a hole into his irises. Threat after threat came in, all from the very same player who couldn’t handle losing a match.

“What the actual fuck?” He whispered as he quickly muted the guy before blocking him. His arms rested on the table, his head hanging in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, his back to you as you spoke, your voice hoarse and cracking with each word. “Why are you apologizing?”

He slammed his hands down on the desk, needing to let go of the weight on his chest. “I knew that this shit happens all the fucking time,” he gestured to your computer, “and I still convinced you to play, all because I’m a selfish fucking asshole,” you quickly crossed the room to him to stop him from saying more.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You sniffed as you stared at his shoulder which were rapidly moving up and down in beat of his rapid breaths. “Vin, calm down…” you trailed of as he faced you, his eyes red and the veins in neck standing out from withholding his cries.

“I wanted to have something with you, and it ended with some fucking asshole telling you to off yourself?!” He was near hysterics now, hands in his hair as he looked everywhere but you.

He continued to speak over you trying to calm him down, “I can’t lose you because of this!” Your hands grabbed his arms and pulled him towards you. You held him tightly while he tried to catch his breath.

“Hey-it’s okay, you won’t lose me over this; I promise.”

His voice cracked, “that’s not what I meant.” He spoke quietly, begging you to understand so he didn’t have to say it himself.

“I know,” you whispered into his chest. “I’m with you til’ the end, remember?” A teary chuckle left him from the memory of you and him, drunk, sitting in a bathtub together, promising to never leave each other.

He took a shaky deep breath to gather his courage. “I really like you, Y/n. Really, really like you.”

You hugged him tighter, a smile growing on your lips from his confession. You’ve always dreamt of this moment except for the tears and the situation that brought you two here, embraced by each other.

“I really, really like you too, Vinnie.” His grip on you loosened, his lips met your hairline to softly whisper, “can I kiss you?”

You whispered a ‘yes you can’ before his lips carefully placed themselves on yours. The knot in your stomach snapped and exploded into millions of butterflies as his lips moved together with yours.

[mountswhore]

Hey if it's okay then I want to request a pregnancy fic where y/n has been having a hard time dealing with the changes during pregnancy and Mason is helping her out in every way he can. Thank you x

my beautiful girl — mason mount

summary: you were four months along, finally starting to show and yet you were still struggling with the changes you were going through. mason decides to help in any way he can.

After the hell that was the first trimester, you thought you were in the clear. With morning sickness subsiding, you realised it was just making way for more pesky symptoms.

You were four months along now, Mason still elated his beloved child was on the way. As were you, but Mason doesn't need to carry the child for nine months, nor does he need to experience anything you were currently experiencing.

It was still hell on Earth.

Mason's arm slid around your stomach, finally resting below the forming bump. You could practically hear his smile as he pulled you into him, his warm breath coating the revealed skin on your shoulder. Today was the day you were finding out the sex of your baby, and you couldn't wait.

"How did you sleep?" Mason asked quietly, the question was a frequent one, considering you couldn't sleep much over the past three months of pregnancy.

You hummed in response. "It was okay."

Mason was downstairs making you a peppermint tea and himself some breakfast, whilst you took to showering. The hot water felt good, too good, so the shower wasn't long. Unfortunately, Mason's massive bathroom mirror was a curse to you. Even whilst steamed up, you could see yourself and your body.

You tried to be grateful, to be so glad you were able to carry this child, as a lot of women struggle to do so and would kill to be in your position. But your body was changing, and you had terrible self esteem since gaining the stretch marks. You felt so unlike yourself, the feeling mostly being down to how different life had been since becoming pregnant.

The baby wasn't planned, is any child planned? You'd spoken about children in the past with Mason, and you'd both agreed you felt ready for whenever it was going to happen. And a year or so later, here you were.

"Hey." Mason appeared in the bathroom, mug in hand and a concerned look on his face. "What're you thinking about?"

You grabbed the mug and passed him to put it onto your dresser. "Nothing."

Mason knew that was a lie. Instead of saying anything, he sat you down on the bed and crouched between your legs. Still adorned in only a towel, you pulled it over as much skin as you could. Mason knew exactly what this was about, as you'd discussed it at the start of the first trimester. You were crying, you didn't know whether it was good or bad, so Mason calmed you down with making a list. Eventually, you had decided the baby was a good thing, the only cons being about how you'd look and how your body would react to carrying and birthing a child, which you seemed hesitant over.

"You," he spoke, kissing your lips firmly with his hands either side of your head, "are beautiful. I know what's going on in your brain, and I'm telling you it's okay to feel that way. Everyone struggles with their body, but you need to remember you're doing something amazing. You're carrying our child, you're making sure she grows like she should and you're looking after her until she's ready for us."

"She?" You giggled, tears sliding down your face.

"I'm hoping for a girl," he responded, "but anyway, you look amazing. You're doing amazing. I know I'd struggle doing what you're doing, but I'm so thankful every day I wake up and see that bump. It will all be worth it when the baby is born."

He was right, you knew he was. All you needed was that reassurance that you haven't lost your life to pregnancy. You're still the same person before, but you're growing a baby, too.

"You will always be my beautiful girl, nothing and nobody will ever compare to you." Mason spoke, his voice quiet as he held your gaze. You smiled, grateful for the kind words he'd said.

"Let's find out what we're having then," you breathed out, standing from your position on the bed and strolling towards your closet. "I hope it's a girl, too." You admitted, peering from around the door at Mason.

His cheeks turned pink, reaching out to stroke your arm before he left you to dress.

You were sat in the waiting room, surrounded by mothers to be. All at different stages in their pregnancy. You were grateful to have Mason come with you today, his arm wrapped firmly around your shoulders. He was scrolling on his phone, and you occasionally looked down to see what he was laughing at, but for the most pat you were looking around and hoping the doctor would call your name.

Finally, you thought, as you'd heard your name and stood up with Mason's support.

The appointment was a blur, it was mainly just telling the doctor how you were coming along and you were in your head for most of it, Mason taking control of the social side of today.

You were abruptly pulled from your thoughts once the cold gel had hit your stomach, a sharp gasp falling from your lips. Mason chuckled and squeezed your hand, and you couldn't help but return the smile. He was so excited, he'd been looking forward to this for so long.

"Did you want to find out the sex today? Or were you wanting it to be sent to a member of family?" The doctor questioned, and you looked at Mason. Neither of you wanted a gender reveal, it wasn't appealing to you at all. You just wanted to know, so you could tell family the good news.

"We just want to find out today, if that's okay." You answered.

The doctor rotated the screen so both you and Mason could see. It was just a blur to the both of you, you had no clue what you were looking at.

"So," the doctor pointed at certain parts of the screen, "it's a very healthy baby girl."

Mason cheered, kissing your cheek and thanking the doctor for the confirmation. You were both ecstatic to be having the baby girl you'd hoped for. You were mainly glad for the healthy part, you weren't as biased as Mason was. You felt like you were doing something right, your body was handling it well, and in the end it felt worth it. It wasn't long until you'd be holding that healthy baby girl in your arms, and even if it was long, painful hours or labour, it would all be worth it.

[general-fanfiction]

Hopes And Fears Part Three. (Wally Clark x Reader)

Summary: Y/N’s death is traumatic. So traumatic in fact, she can’t even look at Wally without reliving what happened to her.

Word Count: 2.4k

Gif Not Mine. Requests Are Open!

Warnings: Mature Language

I’ve grown fond of the early mornings whilst stuck at Split River. The first glimpse of the sun shining over the gardens, a warm hue welcoming the day. With no students roaming the halls, all I hear is the quiet sounds of nature. On the odd occasion, I’m even able to spot a rabbit or deer, grazing gently on the acres of freshly trimmed fields surrounding the school buildings.

It’s become a habit of mine, each morning I find myself lounging besides the flowerbeds. Allowing myself to feel each blade of grass that delicately brushes my skin. For a while, I forget that I’m no longer alive. I can simply exist.

It’s not uncommon for Wally to join me. Sprawled on his back, gazing up at the clouds. Pointing out different shapes and imagining different backstories for all of the cloud animals he sees. Besides that, neither of us speak much. Only enjoying one another’s company as we relax in the morning light.

Spending this time has given me the opportunity to process everything. Wally helps me to work through my emotions and thoughts. Nothing ever being too much for him to listen to, though I’m still afraid to divulge everything. I’m sure he can sense that I’m holding back, yet he doesn’t pry. Content to just listen. In all honestly, I truly believe that these moments with Wally have helped me more so than Mr Martin’s support group has. Despite attending every session since my memorial, I consistently leave the group feeling unfulfilled. Unsatisfied. In fact, it doesn’t seem as though the teacher wants us to discuss the past, our lives and our deaths. Only wanting us to focus on the present, the state we are confined to. I find myself struggling with this a lot.

“What do you think you would be doing if you hadn’t died?”

Pushing myself up on my elbows, I look over to Wally, who is resting on his stomach, absentmindedly plucking grass from the ground.

“I was supposed to go to college, play football. Hopefully make it pro, that’s what the plan was anyway.” He tells me, full of confidence yet his tone of voice suggests that’s not the pathway he would’ve chosen for himself.

“What about like outside of a job though?” I pry, the boy has my curiosity heightened. “Like, surely you have other things that you wanted to do?”

His eyes focus in on the pieces of grass that he’s now twisting together in a makeshift sort of chain. Deep in thought, I can see the cogs working in his brain as he tries to think of an answer for me. I’m sure it’s not something he’s necessarily thought of before, following the path that his mom set out for him upon birth.

“You’re gonna laugh, but I always wanted to get married and have a family. I know that times have changed and you lot don’t really believe in marriage and stuff that much anymore but I’m a family guy. Always have been.” He admits, finally looking at me and I see the honesty written across his face. “It just sucks that I’ll never actually get to experience it.”

My heart aches for him. One fatal accident and his entire future was stripped away. Never getting to experience the things he always dreamed of. It breaks heart, knowing what he could have had.

“Wally, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s no big deal, really, I’ve spent the last few decades accepting my fate and it’s not so bad here.” He tells me, a sadness shining in the brown of his eyes, trying his best to cover it up with a soft smile. “What about you? Other than taking over the world with your best friend, what was the plan?”

Giggling slightly as he references Abby’s speech, I start to wonder what my life would’ve looked like. Truthfully, I have no idea. My life revolved around dancing and cheer, other than that I have no clue as to who I am. Up until my death, I didn’t believe I was worthy of love, the one chance I took was with Spencer and look how that turned out.

“I suppose I wanted to leave Split River, Abby wanted to go to New York so I figured I would study there.” I reply, knowing New York was never my dream. I just couldn’t bare to part with her once high school ended. “It would be quite nice to live on a farm. Out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by animals, I think that would’ve been my dream.”

“Now this makes sense.”

Crossing my legs underneath me to sit up properly, he’s unable to hide the bright smile on his face. Clearly finding some amusement in what I said.

“What makes sense?” I ask, to which he laughs quietly. Pulling a clump of grass out of the ground, I launch it in his direction. “Hey, you dickhead, I didn’t laugh at you, so you can’t laugh at me.”

“No, no. I’m not laughing at you.” Wally speaks through chuckles, rolling on to his back. “It just makes sense now why you like to sit out here.”

His arms are thrown across his face, shielding his eyes from the sun. I can’t help but stare as his muscles flex, admiring the sight in front of me. Following his body, I find myself biting the inside of my cheek as I notice his top has risen up his stomach ever so slightly. Highlighting the small trail of hair that dips below his shorts.

“Did you have a girlfriend?” I blurt out, before I even realise what I’m saying.

Slapping my hand across my mouth, embarrassment floods my body, eyes wide as Wally smiles. Eyebrows raised as he looks over to me. Sly smile making its way on to his face.

“No. No girlfriend. Why?”

“I was just wondering. I mean, star high school quarterback, you must have had girls queuing up for your attention.” I’m able to stop myself before I begin a long-winded rant. Helping to ease at least a tiny amount of my embarrassment.

Wally rolls his eyes at my comment. “Well in that case you must’ve had boys queuing up for your attention. What with being head cheerleader and all.”

“Ha ha. Okay, I know it was a stupid question.”

Fortunately for me, I’m saved from making a fool out of myself even more by the sounds of cars entering the parking lot. In unison, we both turn to face the sound. Observing the students that have started to filter into the building, chatting loudly amongst one another as they do so.

My vision locks in on Spencer and his gang of hooligans. They’re jumping all over one another without a care in the world as they make their way into the school. Trail of awestruck girls following behind in the hopes of garnering the smallest amount of attention from one of the jocks.

If only I was able to tell them what they’re really like. Perhaps they wouldn’t make the same mistake that I made. Perhaps I’d be able to save them from the same fate that I suffered.

“So I was thinking we could have a pool day. I think Charlie would be up for it, maybe not Rhonda, but it could be fun for us all just to chill out. You haven’t really spent much time with anyone else apart from in our sessions with Mr Martin.”

Wally’s words echo around my head though I’m not paying any attention. Despite, no longer being able to see the group that I was fixated on, I’m still closely watching the area that they had just previously been walking through.

Two weeks later and Spencer and his friends still evade justice. Police presence at the school has increased drastically with crime scene investigators cornering off the old toilet block. Maybe I’m impatient, but it feels like they’re getting away with it. Receiving no consequences for their heinous actions.

“Y/N, are you listening?”

Wally’s words finally drag me out of my thoughts and I meet his eyes. “Yeah, pool day, sounds good.”

“And we’re inviting Charlie and Rhonda.” He states, eyebrows raised as he knows I wasn’t truly paying attention to a word he said.

“Oh, no. They’re nice but can we just do it alone? I’m not sure I feel up to doing a whole group thing.”

Wally nods, though his eyes narrow. Sensing there’s something off with me. He’s good at noticing whenever my demeanour changes, or whenever something is bothering me. It’s part of his nature.

“Yeah of course. We should probably head to group first though.” The athlete pushes himself off the floor as he speaks, waiting for me to stand as well which I reluctantly do, not before releasing an annoyed groan. “You know, one of these days, you might actually enjoy the sessions.”

Rolling my eyes, I follow Wally towards the gym. He holds the doors open for me as we enter the building, his small act of chivalry makes me giddy. I make no effort to show this however, politely thanking the boy as I walk through.

“Ah here they are! Took you two long enough.” Charlie jokes as we enter the gym, taking our seats. I sit between Dawn and Rhonda with Wally seating himself between Charlie and Mr Martin.

“No guesses what they’ve been up to.” Rhonda comments, lollipop hanging out the side of her mouth as she does so.

“Thank you Rhonda.” Mr Martin chimes in, stopping the conversation from escalating any further. “So today, I figured we would get to know our newest member. Y/N you’ve been here for a couple of weeks now and we still don’t know too much about you.”

“I’m sure Wally could tell us all about her.” Rhonda remarks under her breath. So quiet, I almost don’t catch it.

“I’m sorry, is there something you want to say?” I snap, my tone harsh and confronting.

She laughs in response, the annoyance on my face evident as I glare at her. Her snarky and sarcastic nature hasn’t proven to be a problem for me, though I think that may be about to change.

“Y/N, tell us about your death. We’re all dying to know what happened. No pun intended.” The teacher interjects, attempting to diffuse the tense situation yet I still feel on edge.

“No thank you.”

“Oh come on Y/N, none of us are going to judge you. You know that.” Charlie tells me, offering me a reassuring smile.

“No, she’d rather just listen to all our trauma. Isn’t that right cherry pop?”

Rhonda’s words strike a chord within me. I’ll admit, the other ghosts have been very open about their deaths with me. All discussing in detail what happened to them to result in this fate. Sure, I haven’t divulged into the details of my death as of yet, but it’s for good reason. Not only am I still trying to process it myself but I don’t want them to look at me any differently nor do I want them to take pity on me when they learn the details.

“Do you have a problem with me or something Rhonda?” I ask, swinging around in my chair so that I can face her directly.

Upon doing so, I take note of how Charlie and Wally are quick to sit up straight. Feeling the anger radiating off me and awaiting any possible confrontation that may be about to occur.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” The girl retorts, crossing her arms over her chest before she continues speaking. “You waltz in here and make no effort with any of us besides Wally. Who, let’s not forget, you made to feel like a piece of shit on your first day after that unreasonable outburst. You listen to all of us recounting our deaths, the most traumatic things that could’ve happened to us and still none of us know what happened to you. It hardly seems fair.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry Rhonda. I’m sorry that i’m still processing what happened to me. I’m sorry that I’m not ready to discuss it with a group of strangers. I am so sorry that I’m not getting over everything as quick as you would like me to.”

My voice is raised as I speak, hurt that she would even think that my choice not to share what happened is a personal attack on the group. No matter how hurt I’m feeling, the anger completely outweighs it. Angry that she can’t see that I’m still struggling and angry that my murderers are still attending this school. Instead of being locked behind bars for the rest of their life, like they deserve to be. Nobody can understand what I am going through and that makes me so astonishingly angry.

“Boo hoo. You’re still processing, we’re all still processing. Not to mention the fact that we’ve barely seen Wally these past couple of weeks because he’s been trailing around after you, trying to make you feel less threatened by him. He’s even taken off that stupid football shirt that he loved so much! I hate to break it to you, but he was here first.” She argues, tears well in my eyes as she mentions Wally. I lock eyes with him and see his downcast expression. Was she right? Was he only spending this time with me to make me feel better and less scared? “You should do everybody a favour and fuck off back to the old toilet block where you came from.”

“Rhonda!” Charlie exclaims, clearly shocked by her words.

“Is that how you really feel Wally?” I ask hesitantly, the dejection evident in my voice.

He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. Nodding slightly, I understand completely. Pushing myself out of the chair, nobody speaks as I make my exit from the room.

“Lovely chat.” Rhonda shouts, one last attempt to get a reaction from me. Even as I shove open the doors with an obnoxious slam, I don’t look back.

The entirety of my body feels heavy as I drag myself down the hallways. Nobody comes after me, not even Wally. I feel truly alone, hurt and confused. Death was supposed to be peaceful and yet here I am. Suffering more than I ever did when alive.

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[hotheadedhero]

In Unrequited Love - Part 2

AN: When I say that writing this part had me feral, I don't mean it lightly. This part ended up being over 2000 words, blimmin heck. It had me losing sleep, losing sanity, and my grasp on reality and going insane. All in good ways of course! It got angstier than I originally intended but, man, I'm a sucker for it. I think you guys are too ;)

Part 1 - Part 3

Warning: angst for reader's lacking self-preservation, silly dummy, but Donnie is also a dumb-dumb, so you're as bad as each other really.

Donatello x Reader

Every explanation you can come up with to try and disregard your feelings for the tallest of the turtle brothers has only been met with more anguish. First, you theorised it to be some kind of miscommunication with your emotions, that you had merely misread a deep level of friendship as a new crush. Then, you tried to reason with yourself that it was a rebound - a re-focussing of such feelings onto someone else who likes spending time with you. Neither holds enough weight to get out of this funk, however. You’re chain-bound. 

Then begged the question: what are you to do about it? Realistically, what can you do about it? Not once have you had the courage to even try and say something to Casey, so what makes you think this is any different? If anything, it’s worse. Not only because Donatello is so helplessly in love with April, but because you are so much more hopelessly in love with him. Even the way you used to feel about Jones wasn’t this overwhelming. 

You hate it. You hate it so damn much and, yet, you can’t stop yourself from spending most of your free time in that forsaken laboratory. There’s a saying that keeps coming to mind whenever you find yourself aiding him with inventions and experiments: fool me once, shame on you - fool me twice, shame on me. You certainly feel the fool and more so after a particular incident. A word used candidly but it felt like an incident at the time. The details are foggy but you believe it had something to do with the daughter of The Foot - Karai - and a new robotic toy of hers. Donnie had come in and saved the day, earning a kiss on the cheek from his crush by the end of it. To say that it stung is an understatement.

Nothing appeared to change after that day other than the joy your new infatuation must have been riding on since. You hadn’t even taken note of how it’s affected you. You don’t take notice of it at all. Yes, you still regularly visit the lab but less so to help out. As of late, it is you who is being helped. A habit which has become the norm where the purple-clad turtle finds himself patching you up. Almost every time you see him, there’s a new bump, bruise, or scratch that needs tending to and every time he does what he can to make it better.

Today is no different. If anything, it has to be the worst of your afflictions that he’s seen to date. The first few times were viewed in mild hilarity but he’s not finding these frequenting successions of being your first aider funny anymore. He currently has you sat in his desk chair, knelt down and worriedly looking over your ankle. The pigment of your skin is only slightly discoloured but it’s clear from the way you hobbled in a few moments ago that it can’t handle much weight right now. Carefully, he holds a cold compress against the affected area, earning a jolted hiss from your person. He winces himself and mutters a quiet apology. Some silence follows until he decides he needs to know exactly what you did to warrant such a bad injury. 

“What happened this time?” he asks as he continues to inspect the contusion, making sure nothing is broken beneath. 

“I just slipped whilst I was coming down the ladder,” you admit casually. “Think there’s been some rain recently, so it’s my own fault for not wearing grippier shoes.”

Your answer is marginally concerning for two reasons: it hasn’t rained for at least a few days now and he’s seen the way you work - how careful you are when you’re helping him with mechanics or measuring various chemicals. This isn’t like you. Retrospectively, he hasn’t known you long but he likes to think you’ve hung out enough for him to discern that you aren’t typically this clumsy. He’s even detected a drop in your mood. You don’t crack out as many jokes with him, nor have you spoken much about Casey. The band of his mask creases over his furrowing brows and he slowly looks up at you.

“Is everything okay?” he inquires carefully, mindful of the potentially sensitive question. “You seem… out of sorts lately. If it’s something to do with Casey-”

“It’s not Casey,” you interrupt, rather abruptly he notices. Sighing, you quickly attempt to correct yourself and slump into the seat. “I dunno. It might be. I think I’m just done with all the love stuff at this point.” 

You end on a bitter cadence, one that has Donatello sinking. His heart breaks knowing that yours has been taken away and trampled on by this mess. It well and truly hurts him to see you this way, to hear that you’re energy has been depleted because of this. Then, like a jab to the gut, it all comes to fruition. The ugly canvas decorated with the hard, cold facts paints this horrifying image before his mind: your physical pain is a manifestation of that from within. Whether it’s intentional or not, it’s still an alarming prospect. Swallowing past the nausea permeating and rising into his throat, he takes a moment to reflect on how best to help you. He doesn’t want to be the one to tell you that you should keep pursuing that ragged hockey puck-lover but he also doesn’t want to see you in such disarray. He can’t bear the thought that you might get hurt worse than this.

With a steadying breath, he takes your hands in his own and smiles up at you sympathetically. “Don’t say that. You never know. There’s still time for things to change in your favour.”

If only he knew how much that gaze of his torments you; how his hands make yours burn cold. You silently beg of him to not look at you with such warmhearted affection, that the very thing he believes to have ruptured your heart is not Casey but is him. Part of you wishes that you could get angry and blame this on him for being so sweet, funny, and an overall joy to be around but that wouldn’t be fair. The reality is that you can’t blame anyone, not even yourself. Feelings can’t be forced nor can they be changed. Your eyes drop to the two sets of hands that rest on your lap, knowing you can’t stand to stare into those puppy-dog maroons much longer. 

Unenthused, you hum, “Guess so. Seems like you’re a little more on the hopeful side after that kiss on the cheek, huh?”

He glances away with an awkward smile. Everyone may assume that his head must have exploded when that happened and it would have done were it not for a certain change of circumstance. April kissing his cheek was ironically what led to him realising he loves you. At first, he was entirely confused. Why didn’t he get that round of butterflies? The heart palpitations? There wasn’t even a wild glee that he would have expected with something that monumental happening. Maybe there wasn’t supposed to be. He would have to look into it, he thought, and test it to figure out what was going on. An experiment that didn’t even make it to the drawing board. 

No more than an hour later, Donnie’s tending to a burn on your arm after you spilt boiling coffee on yourself; the first domino to fall in this onset of injuries he would serve medical attention to. Seeing you hurt struck something fierce within him. He had this sudden urgency to protect you, care for you, and look after you. Then, followed a quick daydream of holding you in his arms, close to his body and safe from any and all extraneous variables that could threaten you. It flashed before his eyes with such volatile ammunition he almost stumbled over the dressing work he had been so carefully wrapping around your forearm. That’s when he realised and, boy, he couldn’t look you straight in the eye for the remainder of that day. 

Perhaps, in a way then, your words ring true. He likes to believe he’s more hopeful. He likes to think he stands a better chance with you with how often you hang out and how well you get along. That’s why he doesn’t want you to give up on love. Regardless of where your sights are set, if you’re done with love, that’s his chance gone completely. He wants to keep that hope alive in you as well. Even if it’s for someone else, he doesn’t want you to be devoid of that sensation. It can hurt but it’s still a beautiful experience in his eyes. 

Realising your smaller fingers are still overlapped in his, he blushes - a blush you assume to be the result of your conversation. He finally withdraws his grasp lest he risks you experiencing the backlash of his suddenly clammy palms. It’s about time that he secures your ankle in a bandage, anyway. 

Ignoring your question altogether, he laughs nervously and clears his throat. “Well, the good news is that nothing is broken. Most of the fall was taken by your ligaments, though, so you won’t be able to walk properly for a few days. My recommendation is you rest at home in the meantime.”

You toss your head back into the chair and groan out lethargically, “If only I could replace it with a robotic one, hm?” Along with your overly attached, love-sick heart. “Would make things easier.”

“As long as you know to come here for repairs. Robotic limbs need just as much care and attention as organic ones.”

Glancing away, your lips turn up at the sides bashfully. There’s a smile. A genuine smile. He’s been waiting all day - a few days - to see one of those. What a dork. You can only hope your ankle does a fast job of getting better. At least that means no school for a few days but it’s still a bother. Simultaneously, that means no visits to the lair until you’re healed up. The thought is upsetting but you can’t help thinking it might do you some good; a bit of distance to calm the erratic, painful ache of the suffering muscle that sits behind your ribcage. Distance and distraction. On the topic of distractions, a particular object of interest has caught your eye from across the room: a small, rectangular mound hidden beneath a thin layer of cloth.

“Hey, what’ve you got under this?” 

You don’t even wait for an answer, opting to propel yourself over to his desk with your good foot. The office chair glides along the floor and, before he can stop you, you’re already pulling the tarp from this mystery item. For someone who’s just injured their ankle, you’re annoyingly quick to feed curiosity’s temptation. Your snoopiness would reveal a narrow box, that which you open too, further revealing a slim sliver of chain with a charm sitting comfortably in the centre of it. Said charm is a purple turtle and you don’t have to think hard to figure out that this is a gift for a certain red-head. It’s magnificently crafted if not a little corny but you can commend his boldness.

“I’m sure April will like it,” you say sweetly enough that it masks the disdain bubbling in your throat. With a quiet sigh, you return the necklace to its resting place, fingertips brushing over the top of the box. “If she doesn’t, though, I… think it’s beautiful.”

Truthfully, that’s the only appraisal he’s looking for, especially seeing as he’s made it for you. He should take the opportunity whilst he’s riding on that high. You like it. He should just say that it’s for you. Get it out there and proclaim his feelings if not at least allude to them but the melancholy behind your eyes chokes him out of trying. It’s not the right time. Your heart is fragile - far too fragile to be here any longer, you’ve decided. 

“Thanks again for helping out,” you mumble, swallowing past a lump whilst you attempt to stand. “Better make a start on resting, huh?”

Quickly, he holds an arm out in case you need to grab onto it, face scrunched and brows raised from the middle. “H-Hey, wait! Can I at least walk you back home? That manhole cover is gonna be a struggle let alone the ladder to get to it.”

Cursing the kindness of this tall terrapin would be cruel but he just makes it so darn difficult to not fall more victim to your feelings. You would love nothing more than to take his offer. Wholehandedly, you would within a quarter of a second. There’s just one teeny tiny problem, however. 

“I appreciate the offer, Donnie, but it’s still daytime,” you remind him. 

In his overzealousness, he had missed that fact. A seemingly obvious detail that he wouldn’t typically forget were he not so worried about you. He is not letting you go back to the surface alone in your current condition - both the physical and mental. Wishing to be human isn’t a naturally occurring thought but it’s currently a prevalent desire. How is he meant to ensure a safe trip home if he can’t go topside? Just as begins formulating a plan, a certain dark-apparelled miscreant passes the lab. Donnie can’t believe he’s actually going to do this but it seems like the only option. 

“Casey.” He raises a hand dilatorily to catch the teenager’s attention. “Any chance you could escort (Y/n) home?”

Casey takes one look at your wrapped ankle and throws out two finger guns with a wink. “Jones is on the case.”

He understood the assignment quickly enough at least. Hooray for him. Donatello is prompt to smile when you cast him an estranged glance. You reckon he’s trying to wingman you, which is almost hilarious. If only he knew. Your “escort” temporarily donates you his hockey stick as a makeshift crutch and places a hand between your shoulder blades as extra leverage whilst walking you out. Donnie may have been lying to himself before. He doesn’t want you to be devoid of love but he doesn’t want your love to be directed elsewhere like he had initially tried to come to terms with. It should be him. He wants it so badly to be him. Pitifully, he watches you leave, hearing Casey remark something along the lines of “you’re in safe hands” before the two of you are out of earshot. Such friendly, flirtatious comments from your prior crush would have had you in a tizzy but, weirdly, you find comfort in them. It’s a short moment of silence for your incessant pining. 

Now, all there is to do is hope that your forced rest isn’t met with bedridden wallowing for the oncoming days.

I know the first kiss on the cheek moment doesn't really fit with how it goes in the show but that's the point of fanfiction, is it not? :P Hope you enjoyed! I'm gonna lie down now, holy jeebus

[imtryingbuck]

Never Giving You Up Again

~ gif not mine credit goes to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is in an abusive relationship and calls Bucky (the man shes in love with) when something bad happens

Word Count: 1,436

Warnings: Angst. Domestic Abuse NOT BUCKY. Don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable. And the endings really bad – I’m sorry.

Masterlist

Staring at herself in the mirror Y/N didn’t recognise the person staring back. The blackish purplish bruise on her cheek was too dark and big to cover up, the open cut on her eyebrow stung ever so slightly. No matter how much it pained her seeing her own reflection, she simply couldn’t pull her eyes away.

It started four months in to their relationship, it was just a smack across the face which he apologised profusely for and the next day she had woken up to flowers and more apologies. A few months or so later the smacking turned to punches, punches turned to kicking, kicking turned to having objects thrown at her. At first there was a “reason” for the abuse she suffered, but now all she had to do was breathe in his direction and she would be on the receiving end of his rage.

He controlled every aspect of her life especially her food intake, she was so skinny now because of him. The reason for the most recent beating was because the woman he was interested in refused his advances, and because of that Y/N was black and blue with cuts littering her very slim frame.

During the meal she had prepared for him she sat in her usual spot - the floor - whilst he ate and spoke about his shift at work, she paid no attention until “we arrested the prick, he beat his wife up! He beat his pregnant wife up and had the audacity to tell us it was her fault! Y/N he blamed her that prick!” It was ironic that he was calling another abuser a prick but when he did the exact same thing to her, it was out of love.

Later on that night he was getting mad at the football game that was on, his team was losing and she knew she was going to be punished.

After the game had ended the only sounds that filled the apartment was the muffled cries and pleading and the sounds of his fists plummeting down on her timid body. Bless his poor little heart, his fists started to hurt but his anger was still at full force, so he made his way to the bedroom to grab his “favourite” belt. On his was he kicked her in her chest.

She knew, she knew that if she didn’t get away she was not going to survive and with his finding the belt she managed to drag her frail body into the kitchen, surprising herself with the strength she had left of pulling her body up against the counter to grab the knife. She was going to end it all.

His footsteps echoed loudly in the now quiet apartment, he stops and stares at her with nothing but fire in his eyes. “Whatcha gonna do with the knife bunny? Huh? Gonna stab yourself? You wish bitch! I’m the one that gets to kill you!” And then he lunged himself at her. Letting out a scream with her eyes closed she felt warm liquid on her dominant hand, slowly opening her eyes she sees him gasping for breath, his eyes darting back and forth between her eyes and her hand, where the knife was wedged in his stomach. It’s felt like forever with them both looking at the knife until she finally pushed him backwards. They both fell to the ground at the same time.

Y/N couldn’t take her eyes from him even long after his chest stopped rising and falling. Before she knew it the sun had made an appearance, decorating the destroyed space in a warm orange, rosy hue. The pain throbbing her entire body faded rather quickly and was replaced with panic. She murdered her boyfriend, albeit he was abusive but mutrdered him nonetheless. 

Pulling up her weaken form of the ground she took fearful steps to where she knew her phone was, picking it up with shaking hands she dialled the only number she knew off by heart.

“Hello… Y/N? You there doll?”

“H-hi I know we hav-haven’t spoken in a while but B-Bucky I need your help”

“Where are you doll?”

“My um my apartment”

“I’m on my way okay, don’t worry”

Not even 5 minutes later there was a knock at the door which made her jump, when she gathered what little strength she had left, she opened the door. Standing in the hallway was the only man she was ever in love with, the first person to ever break her heart - not that he meant to - the man who she hadn’t seen nor spoken to in two and a half years. Bucky.

Oh and the rest of the avengers was standing behind him.

His face dropped and paled at the sight before him - the only woman he was ever in love with, the first person to break his heart, the woman he hasn’t seen nor spoken to in two and a half years. But this woman wasn’t necessarily the same woman who captured his heart the second he laid eyes on her. No, no this was a woman covered in blood, bruises and cuts. Whose eyes held so much pain and terror. 

Stumbling a little bit and refusing to pull his eyes away from her “baby wh-what happened”

“I-I-I-I ki-killed him Bucky didn’t mean to I swear just wa-wanted him to sto-p” Her whole body shuck whilst stuttering, trying to get the words out without spluttering was extremely difficult for her to do with the tears pouring out and a hiccup here and there.

“Breathe doll! Baby calm down it’s okay I’m here, don’t worry”

At her confession Tony and Steve pushed everyone into the once cosy apartment, they all saw the chaos, blood and finally the body of the man they all hated. Bucky gently took Y/N hand in his and made his way to the bedroom with the team trailing behind, he sat her down on the bed and knelt in front of her. Once she had finished telling them what she had been through the past few years and what she had done to him in the early hours, there wasn’t one single dry eye. The anger radiating off the team was justifiable.

Steve made Bucky and Wanda take Y/N back to the tower and get Dr Cho to take care of her wounds, whilst the teams stayed to clean up the mess.

It was late in the afternoon her body laid in the hospital that seemed way too big for her, she slept peacefully. Bucky had refused to leave her side and held her hand, every now and again he would place kisses to her knuckles. When she awoke her nonbiological family was dotted around the room. He was the first one to noticed she had woken up, he cooed her back to sleep with the promise that everything was okay, that no matter what he wasn’t leaving her ever again.

For once in two and a half years she was finally free and safe with the man she loves.

It’s been a year since that dreadful night. The cuts and bruises had long faded, the nightmares came in waves. No charges were pressed against her, but she did have to go to therapy which obviously she was grateful for. Tony refused to let her go back to the apartment, giving her her own room in the tower, even gave her a job. The whole team did their part in her recovery in anyway they could. Bucky refused to leave her side for weeks, always on guard even when he didn’t need to.

“I let you down Y/n I should of protected you”

“don’t be silly Buck, it was my own fault”

“No it wasn’t! don’t think that please baby”

“Well stop blaming yourself then”

It took a while for both of them to realise that what had happened was neither of their faults.

Falling asleep in Buckys arms she hears him whispering “I love you, I promise you I’m never going to give you up again”

“I love you too and I’m holding you to that promise Bucko”

~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

[chronicowboy]

Its not unusual for Eddie to be quiet for whole shifts. Some days, its just a bad day. One where all the work Eddie has done to get better can only keep him trudging forward step by heavy step. One where all his demons come back at once and try to drag him down. One where Eddie is too busy fighting old habits to join in on the jokes and banter. They've all gotten good at dealing with these days - Buck especially, but that's no surprise when he was there for The Worst Days.

So, its not unusual for Eddie to be quiet, but there's a simmering despair to Eddie's silence today that has Bobby's hackles rising. Its not his usual listless, fatigued quiet. Its a heavy, burdensome quiet. Bobby can't stand it, so he waits until the rest of the team trudge off to the bunks before he corners Eddie in the lounge with two cups of tea.

"You're not gonna let me escape are you?" Eddie sighs, collapsing back against the couch he'd tried to jump up from.

"I'm not holding you hostage," Bobby offers him one of the mugs with a smile, "I'm simply gently suggesting that you talk to someone. And I happen to be right here."

"Yeah." Eddie sighs again, eyes drifting down to the steaming surface of his tea. "What do you think I should talk to someone about?"

"Whatever it is that has you like this." Bobby gestures at him kindly. "You seem heavier."

He doesn't say it, but Eddie looks a lot like he did when Buck was in his coma. Bobby can't help but wonder, what with all the Natalia talk, if its because Eddie thinks he's losing him all over again, in a different way.

"Its nothing..." Eddie shakes his head, averts his eyes. "Just something that old lady from the living funeral said to me and Hen. Something my aunt said too."

"What'd they say?" Bobby prompts gently.

"My aunt said that I'm alone," Eddie mumbles. "Marie said that we all die alone. And, recently, I don't know." Another sigh, a hand scrubbed down his face. "Recently, it feels like time is running out and I can't help but think that when it does, its just a lonely death waiting for me at the finish line."

"Eddie, you aren't going to die alone." Bobby aches for him. Buck may be his son, but Bobby's always seen a piece of himself in Eddie. Its why he finds himself here so often, trying to coax Eddie's heart out of its cage. "You know that there are two people who would never, ever let that happen."

Eddie huffs a bitter laugh, eyes landing somewhere far away.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too."

Bobby is mature enough to admit he flounders a little here. All these talks he's had with Eddie, its always felt a bit like speaking to a brick wall. But now, now he thinks Eddie might have finally understood.

"Eddie," Bobby murmurs seriously, seriously enough to have Eddie meeting his eyes, "its never too late. Never."

"Feels like it might be this time, Cap," Eddie chokes out. He glances down at his tea. "I don't want to be alone."

"Love is a risk," Bobby blurts out desperately. He's never met two men who deserve a happy ending more than Buck and Eddie, and, whilst he can't take credit for how far they've come, he feels a blazing pride that their happy endings are to be found in each other. He can't let them miss out. "Love is a terrible, awful risk. Always. Always. Its never easy. It might be in the end. You might look back one day and think that it was all worth it to end up here. But you're in the today, the now, when the love is horrible and painful and the most difficult thing in the world." Eddie looks up at him with tear-filled eyes, and Bobby's heart breaks for him. "Every beat of your heart is like a punch to the stomach, and you think that maybe it would be easier if you'd never felt the love at all."

"No," Eddie interrupts, shaking his head. "No, there's no way I was never going to feel this.. I'd always end up here."

"That's mighty faithful for someone who doesn't believe in the universe," Bobby mumbles.

"I believe in him," Eddie shrugs helplessly.

"Eddie, you haven't lost him." Bobby lays a hand on his shoulder. "He's just out of reach, but you can get to him. You've done it before. Both of you have. You always make it back to each other. That's your deal."

"I don't know how to reach him this time," Eddie confesses breathlessly.

"You have to take the leap, Eddie." Bobby sighs. "Its going to be terrifying, and it might not all fall into place at once. But one day, you'll look back and you'll be so damn glad you jumped."

Eddie bites into his lip as the first tear rolls down his cheek.

"What if he doesn't catch me?"

"Then, he'll pick you up off the floor," Bobby promises with all the conviction he has. Its the one thing he knows with any certainty in this world. "Eddie, whatever happens, you can't lose Buck. Not completely. And things might change. But think of how it could change for the better."

Eddie smiles to himself, a tiny, wobbly, private thing that Bobby's only caught glimpses of when Buck is around.

"So, I just jump?" he asks.

"You jump." Bobby nods. "You jump, and you hope, and you trust that he'll be right there with you."

"That he'll have my back?" Eddie grins ruefully.

"Yeah, trust that he'll have your back," Bobby smiles right back.

They'll be okay.

[lvlyghost]

Maybe Someday

PAIRINGS: John Price x F!Reader

SUMMARY: She never expected to see him again, but months after their breakup they find each other.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

TW: suggestive themes, angst, hurt/little comfort. heartbreak. lovers to(? 3rd pov. think that's it.

A/N: just something that came to my mind today whilst in the middle of a storm. enjoy!

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The soft pitter-patter of rain above her dampens her hair.

The Big Ben marks the hour.

Six o'clock.

A gentle breeze that blows her strands in different directions; she shouldn't have come, shouldn't have agreed to this meeting. God knows it'd be painful. But she came, she showed up, and maybe bringing an umbrella would've been a good idea, not that she cares. She hasn't felt a thing for months now, stuck in a permanent state of numbness, the sky's dark and people around her run away from the rain. But not her. She waits as the cool air hits the uncovered flesh of her legs, resulting in goosebumps and a shiver that travels through her body.

And then the rain's gone, her sight partially blocked out. A warm body behind radiating enough heat; she remembers it. It's familiar. Eyes threatened to close and take in the well known sense of belonging. She knows him like the back of her hand.

"Eager to catch a cold, aren't you?" heart beating fast at the sound of his voice, deep and raspy. Breathing deeply she spun around facing a big broad chest, strong shoulders and a beard. Her eyes drift all the way up until she finds his face, those baby blues she was enamored with. "Rain's coming down hard, yeah?" The corners of his lips quirk up in a faint smile. 'Was he just as nervous as her?' Was he remembering all the things both had gone through? The nostalgia in his orbs glowing.

"John." She greets him at last.

Her voice is music to his ears. The same tone, the same softness and quietness. Something he loved. Soothing his nightmares away.

His bad days.

When he saw her standing alone, arms crossed over her waist, staring up at the sky in that bloody outfit. He almost wanted to scold her for her poor choice of clothing. The dark green jacket did little to nothing to protect her from the weather. Her bottom barely covered her legs.

"Love." He whispered back, leaning over her ever so slightly, something that has her sucking down a sharp breath. The black attire he wears only serves to make his eyes even more blue. Like the blue of the sea in Mykonos. John hesitates for a second but eventually offers his much better dark coat to her to which she refuses. He sighs, closing his eyes and opening them back again. "I believe you've got something for me."

From a black purse she takes out a manila envelope, trying not to think about how close he's standing, feet almost touching.

"Kate apologizes for not delivering it herself. But she's quite busy right now." She explains as John examines the envelope with curious eyes. "Said she'll reach out to you as soon as she's able."

Stuffing her hands in her pockets she chewed down on her lower lip, something that doesn't go unnoticed by John.

"You alright, love?" she freezes. Eyes boring into hers. She knows what he's truly asking. What he so desperately wants to know. The things that were left unsaid...

Give me a sign. Just one.

"Apparently the CIA wants nothing to do with this. So they're passing it on to someone who may get the job done...-"

He interrupts her, her name leaves his lips in a hushed voice that reminds her of shared late nights at his loft.

"Please... you know you can tell me. It don't matter what happened to us."

-

Sweet moans bounce around the place. The headboard that slams against the wall with every thrust of his hips. His fingers intertwined with hers. John's lips kissing down her neck. The sound of skin against skin. Hands that leave marks on his back, that he would proudly wear tomorrow morning as the everything that could have been.

Another blink of her eyes and she lays on her side, facing him as tears roll down her flushed cheeks. The same he gently wipes away with a broken heart and a deep frown on his lips. John's holding back his own emotions. It won't help anyone. She doesn't have to know how utterly broken he is by this.

"Hey..." he calls her in the quiet night. "Talk to me."

She shakes her head, she won't say a thing. He wanted answers and maybe he should've fought more. Fight to keep her close. But he always gave her what she wanted. What she asked for.

His bare legs tangled up with hers. This is it, she thinks. The last time they'll be together and it's ripping her apart at the seams. She cries silently, and John can only watch swallowing down the lump in his throat.

"Maybe someday we get that ending you imagined for us." From one moment to another he's pulling her close to his arms, laying a kiss on her forehead. More salty tears trailing down, hitting his exposed chest and she swears there'd be no one after Johnatan Price. "Just not today. Not in this lifetime. Not in this universe."

-

He waits patiently, glaring over her shoulder every now and then. He was sure no one had followed him but he couldn't risk it. One could never be too sure. If only she said the words he'd take her home. Back to where she belonged. In his arms, next to him. The small golden ring that was tucked away for months was still waiting for her to come back. It felt heavy whenever he held it in his hands.

"I guess...-" she trails off trying to find her voice. "It's hard to see you again."

John sighs feet shifting and jaw tightening.

"Not a day goes by where I don't think if... we-" his mouth snapped shut.

A loud rumble echoed through the sky above that startles her.

"Storm's coming in." She observed. Taking a step back from him, out of his reach.

John can't find it in himself to let her go just yet. Just a little longer. Please.

Please.

"Let's take cover... there's a café down the street." he points out the opposite direction.

"I don't think that's a good idea." She reasons but doesn't decline his invitation either. Taking a deep breath she fiddles with her hands. "You and I together are never a good idea." He snorts. Despite the situation. Despite the months apart, he hasn't stopped thinking about her. He hasn't stopped loving her and looking out for her even if she didn't know. What he'd do to have one more night with the girl. "But you know I can't deny that I'd kill for a latte and a chocolate cake."

Smiling fondly he gestures for her to hold the umbrella for him, she obliges. John is quick to unbutton his coat and wrapping it around her small figure. His hands rest on her shoulders and gives them a gentle squeeze.

"Now don't tell me you don't feel much better now." He takes the umbrella back and starts walking with her following down the street, arms brushing with every motion.

"You always knew how to treat a girl."

His lips twitch when he hears the words out of her mouth and she blushes aggressively. Her brain seemed to stop working when he was around.

The short trip is silent, two souls that were drawn to each other yet not meant to be together. All both could ever hope for is that another universe would soon come for them.

Or pray that something changed in this one.

[josibunn]

Head EMPTY only bratting for Kappa amen

aww I love I love I love!!! tw for slapping, p in v, gagging, degrading words/name calling, normal brat taming. implied leaving a slap mark on reader

thinkin ab havin a bad day yrself and pissing kap off all day. you just need a little one on one time n some relief, but you were so stubborn so instead of asking you made everyone around you pay for it. sassing him, rolling your eyes, pushing him away, telling him no, or I don’t wanna. he’s trying to be so patient with his special girl but there’s almost steam coming out of his ears.

“sugar, m’not gonna say it again. get over here. now. let’s fucking go.” he points at you from the head of the couch, standing behind it. he got tired of asking, he had shit to do today and your attitude wasn’t something he was gonna deal with, how could you take advantage of how nice he was always being to u?

“I don’t have to do anything.” you huff from the kitchen, turning your back to him as you reach into the cabinets, not even being able to grab whatever you wanted before hes grabbing you by the back of your neck and pushing your chest against the counter in from if you, making you yelp. “kap!” you squeak before his hands wrapped around your hair, yanking you back as he presses his body against yours, and you feel the cold metal of his gun stick out from under his shirt.

“what’s your fuckin problem, hm? the fuck you showin out for? cuz’ I can show out way worse.” you shrink under his gaze but feel yourself soaking through your panties as his bulge presses against your clad pussy whilst his gun pushes against your ass, and you almost hated how much that turned you on. you kept your angry act up, giving him a pout and a roll of the eyes.

and he notices it immediately, “do it again. roll em so I can slap em out that fuckin head.” he warns, making you whimper. “now what’s your problem, and quick before I leave somethin’ real noticeable on that pretty face.” he threatens, but you stay quiet, your mind only on the throbbing of your pussy against his cock, trying to simply grind against it, the lack of friction driving you crazy.

you glance down it his pants before back at his eyes but he catches it, brows raising before looking down, noticing your “subtle” grinding. “oh that’s what it is.” he says to himself but you hear it, blushing from embarrassment. he grabs your hips now and holds you down as he grinds his cock against your heat, pistol dry humping you before he pulls it out and holds it while holding his shirt up and you get a teasing view of his chiseled abs.

you gasp as he dry fucks you, your mouth already parted and eyes closed, desperate. you hold onto the counter and clench around nothing as he pounds against you, “this what you want, huh? some fucking dick?” he spits and all you can do is nod shyly, bowing your head at the small friction.

“don’t get all shy now smartass, was just doin allat back talk, what happened?” he taunts, putting his gun down and grabbing your hips, shoving you back on his lengthy making you squeak. “you heard what I said, speak up. is this why you been a bitch to me all day, hm?” “y-yes kap..” you whine.

“mmhm. you want this dick baby?” he tugs your shorts off and you nod eagerly, watching him do so. “uh huh, yea. please kap :(“ you whine, and he smacks his teeth. “pissin me off, now you wanna fuckin listen. please kap-should make you beg for it even more.” he grumbles after mimicking your high pitched plea. “open your fuckin mouth,” he says, sticking his two fingers in your mouth and making you choke before you can even register what he said.

he presses on your tongue and collects your spit as his other hand pulls your panties to your knees, using his wet fingers to line you, quickly sticking his thick fingers in you, making you suck in a breath and your eyes squeeze shut.

“ow-daddy!” you yelp, “I know. s’sposed to hurt, yer’ not gettin it that easily, so just take it. busted my balls for you,” he mutters, admiring how your cunt soaks his fingers instantly, shaking his head. “this gonna make you calm down n stop bein’ a brat? hm?” he undoes the drawstrings of his sweats, pulling his hard dick out and stroking it, eyes locked on the way you clench around his fingers.

“fuckin’ greedy. gonna make me late n shit havin’ to deal with you.” he taps his tip against your ass before rubbing it against your hole, your eyes closing in anticipation before squeezing together, the stretch of his cock always making you moan out like a virgin. he holds your back down, stopping your squirming as he pushes his cock in you, lip tucked between his teeth.

it hurts and you love it, he knows you do, he knows you don’t even care about it hurting because you’re so fuckin desperate to feel him he knows you’ll take it, he hears it when you scream his name as he bottoms out inside you, and he sees it when you push yourself further on his cock as if he wasn’t bulging your stomach.

“fuck me, f-fuck me kap please,” you pant against the counter, you can already feel yourself drooling as he rubs his thumb up your spine. he shakes his head as he chuckles under his breath, pushing into you slowly, an affectionate “mmmhm” coming from his lips as you soak his cock, a throaty moan coming from you right after.

“fuck, yes, needed it so bad,” you whine, mouth dropping when he starts moving inside you, feeling heavy under him, your knees feeling like jelly. “can fuckin tell,” he’s talking back to you in the low angry voice he does as he tries to calm down inside you.

“should’ve just fuckin said something, y’know I would’ve gave it to you. you like tickin me off? huh?” he asks you, though he leaves no chance to respond before he’s fucking into you fast, breaking you in forcefully in a way that has you moaning out to him loudly, clawing at the counter. pushing your hips back on him like some doll, he rolls his eyes, fuck, if he didn’t love you so much he’d be making you suck him off, taking load after load before he even thinks of giving it to you, and then denying your orgasm just because.

but no, he’s watching as you smoosh your cheek against the counter just enough for him to see your flushed face and parted bite-swollen lips sing that tune he loves as you take his cock, sliding all the way out and in just how you like it, just how he knows how fuckin stupid it makes you.

he smirks and scoffs as he shakes his head, your moans of “fuck kappa don’t stop” “feels so good” “i love you love you so bad” making him chuckle, just ten minutes earlier you were calling him a dumbass and telling him how stupid and mean he was, and now he’s got you bent out of shape over some dick.

“yer’ so lucky I love you kid, for real,” he keeps a hand on your hips as he ponytails your hair in his fist and brings your head up, yanking you back so he could get in your ear, the action making you moan out and bite your lip, gripping the counter. “you gonna be good for me when I run these errands, hm?” he breaths, getting an immediate answer from you.

“yes baby, fuckin of course, whatever you need i’ll do it.” you’re cockdrunk already, it makes him pout and almost feel bad for how long you’ve obviously been holding in your need for him. “you gonna sit pretty and not back talk me? not gonna use those nasty names and words?” “n-no, no i’ll be so good, the best, good as fuckin gold,” you whine, a choked load moaning coming from your throat when he lets go of your hair and grabs your neck, forcing your back to arch more as he pounds into you, his tip kissing that spongey spot in you.

“there she is, atta girl, knew you had it in you,” he coos but you barely register it as you moan out and your eyes roll back, your stomach knotting up as your orgasm rushes over you with each deep thrust pushing into your stomach, your cunt feeling weak against him, fluttering and sucking him in with each drag inside you.

“ah kap, don’t fucking stop i’m cumming, don’t stop please,” you sob, pornographic moans flying out of you as he fucks you with vigor, his girth knocking every fluid out of you, tears, drool, cum, you name it. “stop fucking pissing me off. ok? stop fucking pissing me off.” he rasps as your eyes roll to the back of your head, gasping and sputtering as you try and come down, barely holding onto the countertop anymore.

he pulls out of you slowly and you whine, the cold air mixed with the emptiness of his cock chilling you. you barely open your eyes as he picks you up into his arm, flopping his dick back into his pants and walking to the couch. “kap you didn’t cum,,” you whisper when he sits you on the couch, leaving you to get a paper towel from the kitchen. “I know, it’s ok princess. don’t got the time,” he squats to clean you up, holding your legs open and cooing at you when he rubs against you too hard, realizing you’re still sensitive.

he stands back up and can’t even get a word in before you’re pulling down his sweats and taking his cock out, his hands in the air hesitantly as he watches you engulf his tip, lips locking around him in a way that has him stuttering and gasping. “hey—hey, sugar, yknow I got stuff to do I-I can’t..” he can’t even bring himself to finish as he watches you take him more into your mouth, your hand that barely wraps around his cock stroking him sloppily, his body heating up as he lifts his sweater up for you.

he sighs as he coddles a hand on your head, bring his lip between his teeth and sucking as he throws his head back, “gotta take carea’ you too daddy,,” you choke once you pull off, a string of saliva connecting from your dripping lip and his wet top as you stare up at him with fucked out wet eyes.

he nods, a small airy chucks coming off his tongue as he pets you lovingly, “s’right babydoll. there’s my good girl, knew she was still in there.” he whispers, trailing off when you take him back in your mouth. <;33

my god after hearing kaps voice all deep n shit it’s opening my third eye to such new things…voice kink reader,,phone sex when he’s away,,him talking you through it,,all these new nicknames oh my god i’m so unwell >_&lt;

hope u enjoyed this one!! I have so many asks and I lvoe it it helps sm bc I have such trouble finding inspo :3 I love ur ideas and I love u all!!!

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[certifiedstabber]

Nightmare Faints ♤

Summary: Nightmare has never been known to faint, until now at least.

Characters: Dust, Killer, Error, Nightmare's there too but he's useless and lazy and

Words: 1,278

A/N: methinks this was just practising present tense writing?? it's been wayyyyyy too long to know for sure tho ;3;

"What do you mean he fainted?!"

The question lingers in the air as Dust tries to think of a response other than 'I don't know', knowing it wouldn't satiate Killer's anxiety over his Boss.

"He just.. fainted."

The moment the words came out of his mouth Dust was already chastising himself for giving such an awful answer. He was aware he was bad at things like this but to such an extent where he can't even give a fully structured sentence? He was finding it quite pathetic.

"Good job! Do you have any other information or is it just that he fainted, which I already knew because he's on the bed unconscious right in front of me?!" Killer frustratedly yelled at his teammate.

Laying in Dust's bed was Nightmare, the back of his hand covering the upper part of his face as if to protect himself from something. He'd been there for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes in actuality.

"No."

"Seriously? Nothing?!"

Dust walks over to Nightmare's side and prods him gently, trying to get a reaction out of him.

"Nothing. We were talking and I turned my back to him for a few seconds whilst grabbing something he asked for and I turned back when I heard him collapse, that's all."

Killer falls backwards into a nearby seat and puts his head into his hands, sighing in irritation.

"He's Nightmare, Dust. Nightmare doesn't just.. faint!" He shouted, taking his head out of his hands to look towards Dust.

"Well he does now! If it's just a normal faint then he'll be alright, but if not.." Dust trails off near the end.

Killer stands up and walks over to Dust, looking between him and Nightmare.

"If not?"

"Then I don't know. Yeah, it's worrying but.. it could just be heat exhaustion." Dust explains, trying to find a plausible explanation to calm Killer down.

"Right.. I dunno if you've noticed but there's no sun here. There's no heat. There's literally nothing here in this AU that could cause heat exhaustion." Killer responds, agitation seeping through his voice.

Dust sighs and walks over to the nearby bookshelf in the corner of his room, the place he'd already checked over dozens of times by now for any reasonable explanation for what could've caused Nightmare's predicament. He begins to check again, flicking through the pages of books which would otherwise go unused.

"Gah-!"

Dust turns to see what caused the noise, seeing Killer pacing back and forth impatiently.

"You're overreacting, he's fine." Dust says, turning back to the books.

He hears Killer stop for a moment. In that moment he thinks of all the things that could happen, from Killer storming out to Killer straight up attacking him.

"I'm overreacting..?" Killer spoke, his voice quiet yet hateful.

Dust closes the book and turns to his teammate, nodding.

"I have known that man for years, so many years- so many more than you have," he began, storming over to Dust, "never in those years have I ever seen him pass out, not even show any sort of symptoms or signs that he needs to or wants to or whatever the Hell else can be said about that. This shit right here-" he gestures towards his Boss, "-is NOT normal and you are underreacting!" He finishes, prodding Dust's chest with his finger.

There's a few moments of silence between the pair, neither of them willing to look away from the other.

"Knock knock!"

They both turned at the familiar sound, seeing a glitchy skeleton pretending to knock on an invisible door.

".. Who's there?" Killer responds.

"Not."

"Not who?"

"Not Nightmare!" He laughs, walking over to a still fainted Nightmare.

Neither Dust nor Killer laugh, instead choosing to ignore their part-teammate part-enemy in favour of glaring at each other.

Error hums for a few moments before lifting Nightmare's arm with a string, waving it around before letting it drop.

"Yup, he's out alright.. any idea what caused this? Rarely see it nowadays.." he murmurs, trailing off near the end of the sentence.

"Nowadays?" Dust inquires, turning his attention to Error.

"Uh, yeah? He used to pass out a [sheep] ton but it's less frequent now that he isn't being a try-hard." Error speaks, standing for a few seconds in silence before he turns his attention towards the portal.

"Fresh! You [beach]! Stop censoring me!" Error screeches towards the portal before it closes.

Killer and Dust look at each other awkwardly for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to go about getting more information from the destroyer without sending him on a rant.

"Alright.. Error, will he be okay?" Dust questions, slowly walking over to where he stood.

"What? Yeah, he'll be fine. Probably out of it for a few minutes but he'll get over it." Error responds, shrugging.

Dust turns to Killer with a smug expression on his face, secretly thankful that he was right about it. Killer growls and crosses his arms in irritation.

"Anything we should get for him when he wakes up?" Dust asks.

"Ugh, no. Hates being helped whenever he passes out. What caused it anyway?" Error responded, repeating his previous question.

"It's Dust's fault!" Killer yells, walking over to Nightmare's side and gently prodding him.

"Is not!" Dust yells back defensively.

"Hey, Error, if Nightmare randomly fainted in Dust's room when Dust wasn't paying attention then surely that would be Dust's fault, right?" Killer asks.

Error crosses his arms and stares between the pair.

"He passed out in Dust's room and you've kept him here in Dust's room?" Error asks, dumbfounded.

"Yeah?" Killer responds, confused.

"Right, so he passed out in a room full of chemicals-" Error gestures towards the numerous bottles sitting at the bottom of the bookshelf, "-and you've kept him here despite not knowing why exactly he passed out? Good thinking skills, guys, if we were in a horror movie I'm sure we'd all survive!" He finishes, opening the door to Dust's room.

"Well-"

"Blah blah blah, I don't wanna hear it. Just pick him up and take him to his office already." Error demands.

Dust and Killer reluctantly pick Nightmare up, trying their hardest not to touch him too much. It was a well known fact within their group that he could be sent into a panicked state if people got too close to him, and if he woke up now..

"He's surprisingly light.." Killer murmured.

"Doesn't have a physical form, just slime.." Dust replies, letting out a slight grunt at the effort involved.

After a while, they manage to drop Nightmare into his office chair.

"Okay.. what now?" Killer questions, turning towards Error who stood in the doorframe of the office, arms still crossed.

"What do you mean? Just leave him to rest. If he doesn't wake up within the next few days then it becomes an issue." He responds, boredom evident in his voice.

"Few days?!"

Error scoffs, walking over to the desk. "Yeah? He's lived for like five hundred years or something, time is different for him so his body doesn't function like ours. Could be minutes, could be days, who knows?" Error spoke, sitting on top of it.

Dust stands there, staring at his Boss as his worries come back. What would happen if he didn't wake up?

Killer screeches from behind him, causing him to jump slightly. It's clear that he's also concerned over the situation, but none of them can do anything about it.

For now, all they can do is keep watch and make sure that their Boss doesn't end up getting sicker, and they're going to take that job incredibly seriously.

[marvelwomenarehot0]

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒

Summary: Natasha has been gone for a while, you just couldn’t handle it any longer.

Word count: 1047

Warnings: Mentions of insecurity, crying, “bad” thoughts? (not like BAD bad just like- bad?), fingering, mirror sex, aftercare, cuddling, first smut fic, idk let me know if i missed something, this is not proof read

a/n: This is for Abby’s birthday!!!! and her fic in general- anyways!!!! happy birthday abbs!! @abbyromanoff

There was a certain silence in the compound that evening. Your girlfriend had been out on a mission for the past few weeks and everything just seemed to fall apart. From the small snarky marks Bruce made at you, to Natasha no longer being able to answer your calls at night.

You could hear the soft patter of rainfall against the windows of the compound outside, curled up in the hoodies that you could find that still smelt of Natasha. You hadn’t had much energy to do much of anything except stay in bed and just get lost in your thoughts.

Just a few more thoughts sent you over the edge. How could Natasha like someone like you? A beautiful, stunning, Russian goddess and you were nothing. You got up for a second and stumbled a bit as you made your way over to the full length mirror. You stared at yourself for a moment. It seemed so easy to pick out each and every mistake and thing wrong with you.

You hated the way your hair looked. It wasn’t thick, it wasn’t straight, it wasn’t good enough. You lifted your shirt up slightly. You hated every bit of it. The tummy you had, the scars and marks, you hated all of it. Your legs were too long, your eyes were too far apart, your nose too big, breasts too small. How could Natasha love you of all people? The thought sent pure cold fear into your heart and you sank to the floor in a heap, curling up and crying quietly into yourself.

Natasha arrived back at the compound a few minutes later. She was beyond happy to be back, but more than happy to go see you. She had felt horrible about not being able to see you over FaceTime while she was away, but she knew seeing you in person was better than anything in the world.

The redhead made her way up to your shared room and opened the door slowly. She frowned softly at your state and made her way over to you slowly, a gentle hand coming down to rub at your back. She was a little shocked by the way you cried and latched onto her, yet she sat down and pulled you onto your lap to let you cry it out.

There was a bit of quiet after you had stopped. Natasha hadn’t said anything yet and only pressed a kiss to your head as you sniffled. The assassin could easily tell you weren’t just crying because you were happy to see her.

“Detka” Natasha whispered softly, a gentle thumb coming to softly wipe away your tears. You sniffled a little and gazed up at her.

“What happened princess? What’s running around in that pretty little head of yours?” A gentle kiss to your head finished the question. You struggled to find the words you wanted to get out, it just seemed impossible.

“Why are you with someone like me? How do you love me when you know there are people like Wanda who are just absolutely stunning and they just take everyone's breath away? Nat I- I just can’t.I’m not perfect enough for you, I’m not good enough for you.” You rambled out quickly.

Natasha stared down at you and shook her head. “No precious, that is not the case at all.” She whispered quietly, gently taking your waist and turning you around to face yourself in the mirror.

“You are so beautiful my love, and I’m going to show you that.” Natasha was getting rid both of your clothes just a few moments later, both becoming exposed to the mirror that sat in front of you. Natasha’s hands came up to gently squeeze at your boobs whilst her other tilted your chin towards the mirror.

“Don’t take your eyes off of yourself, alright?” Natasha mumbled into your ear. You only nodded slightly as Natasha made marks along your neck. “My sweet girl, so perfect. I love everything about you” she whispered, sending tingles down your body.

Natasha smirked a little, her hand that was once holding your chin in place coming down to gently rub at your pussy. You gasped quietly, whimpering out as Natasha played with you.

She was an expert with her hands, her fingers delving into sweet warm walls. You moaned out at that, clenching around her. Natasha smiled and kept making sure you were watching yourself. Anytime you dared look away she would stop. You caught on quick enough, Natasha pressing faster.

“Say you’re beautiful baby, say it and you can cum” Natasha whispered into your ear. You were shuddering, a moaning mess reduced to nothing from her, yet you knew what you wanted. “I’m beautiful” You cried out, making Natasha smile softly as you came around her fingers.

Natasha pulled out slowly, pushing her fingers into your mouth to suck them clean. You watched through the mirror, taking deep breaths to get yourself to relax and calm down. Natasha scooped you up into her arms and brought you into the bathroom, turning on the bath for you. She put in some bubble bath, knowing just how much you loved it.

You gazed up at Natasha lovingly as she washed you with the utmost softness, being careful to not be rough with you. Eventually Natasha finished and gently picked you up from the bath, drying you off with a soft hum. She got you changed into one of her hoodies and brought you to bed, letting you cuddle up to her.

“I love you, Nat” you whispered, already drifting off to a peaceful slumber in your girlfriend's embrace.

Natasha smiled “I love you too” she whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to your hair and falling asleep to the rain that sounded outside.

[thepaintpirate]

| Strawhat crew and what makes them interested |

Featuring: Strawhat crew + Vivi

(excluding Chopper because he's a baby)

Luffy -

Unique looks

Luffy doesn't judge by appearance, but that doesn't mean he doesn't find some people's looks really fascinating.

It's more in an appreciative way, if you look different compared to the crowd he can't help but stare. It can feel rude and a bit invasive if you don't know him, but you'll get used to it once you realise he means nothing bad.

Wings, horns, colourful scales, long legs or even just very cool eyes, he's immediately all eyes on you.

Having patience for him

Luffy's a very energetic ball of sunshine, he has to shine bright or he'll burn out. The captain is full of random little stories, factoids and comments. If you show interest in any of his interests he'll be happy, but it's if you listen and remember that really gets him.

Taking the time to memorize bugs he's shown you, or recalling little details of a story he's told you, makes him feel a little giddy inside.

Zoro -

Comfortable silence

The ability to have long, silent moments together is what he really appreciates. He's not very talkative and he's not a very experienced conversationalist, so sharing these comfortable quiet moments means a lot to him.

You aren't trying to force him to speak and it's a nice cool down from the day that would have already been so loud, especially on the ship.

Acts of service

Zoro isn't big on giving or expecting things, but it's nice that you take the time to care about him and do things for him just because you can. It doesn't have to be anything big, it could be as simple as bringing him a glass of water without him asking.

Nami -

Chatting and gossip

Nami likes conversation, it gives her a connection to others. Listening and sharing on an equal ground, an exchange of information.

If she's telling you about some juicy gossip she's heard and you happen to know more details about that certain situation, whilst showing interest in it, she'll be all ears. It quite literally melts her heart if you get all excited to tell her.

Quality time

Sit in a room with her, join her on deck or go shopping with her. Nami likes being near you so be near her. It doesn't even have to involve spending money, she just likes looking at window displays too.

Sanji -

Appreciating him and others

Congratulations, you've just thanked him for making you a snack and now he's kicking his feet like a merry school girl. But seriously, just being kind about his efforts and thanking him at meal times is brilliant.

Sanji is a guy who thrives on doing acts of service for others. If you let him pamper you he'll be putty in your hands.

Trying new things and being open

From something as small as trying new food, to as big as testing out new battle tactics. Sanji loves someone who's willing to try new things or adjust in situations that need it. Not saying you need to be very flexible, you can still hold your ground and say no and he'll completely love you for it.

Robin -

Sharing facts and culture

Robin is a sponge for knowledge. If you have something to tell that she might not know, tell her. Especially if you're part of a different culture or have experience with islands and languages she doesn't know.

Making jokes

Robin likes people with humour, whether it be Luffy's silly antics that are quite literally magnetic or Franky's oddball tendencies. Adding a whole new humour to the crew, and to her life, is a breath of fresh air.

You could make her smile or chuckle, laughing reminds her of her childhood friend a lot. It's a distraction from the harsh world she's lived in.

Usopp -

Looking out for him

It's true that he can be a scaredy cat, and he can defend himself, but it's nice having someone willing to fight for you too. Having you watch his back or shield him really means a lot.

You take into consideration his fears and his worries, by putting yourself there as his barrier it's just so kind of you. He'll immediately be at your side any time there's a battle now.

Listening to him

He values his opinion and his ideas, but often doesn't have the voice to speak up. By lending your ear, he opens up much more.

He'll get used to coming to you with ideas and blue prints, asking for your opinion on certain things.

Franky -

Not holding yourself too seriously

He likes people that aren't too stiff. Of course you can still be serious when needed, but he values the ability to change between that and normality. Laughing with him, at him or at yourself because it's no big deal.

Joking and poking fun is a big deal for him, being weird too. Not judging him for who he is means the world to him.

Intelligence

Doesn't have to be book smart or science smart, but someone with the ability to think critically. Even just having battle smarts is really cool to him, you can hold your own and know what you're doing.

Making quick and calculated decisions is also what makes you so interesting to him, because it shows that you won't break under pressure.

Brook -

Enjoying food or drink together

Join him for a cup of tea, or for a box or chocolates. He likes just being in someone else's company and it means a lot that you'd choose him to spend time with.

Singing, dancing or humming

You don't have to be musically talented, but if you are you might as well have just shot him with an arrow to the heart. His love of music plus his infatuation with you? What better could there be?

If you sing to him instrument playing, or play along with him he'll be so over the moon. Enjoying the rhythm with some dancing or swaying is also appreciated.

Jinbe -

Judging based on knowledge not appearance

He hates when people just assume things based on looks. Be it to himself or others, he hates it.

So if you take the time to actually dislike or like someone because you know them or you have reasons, not just because of how they look, he respects you. And hey, if it's someone he happens to dislike too he'll actively judge them with you. Not with words, but with looks and glares.

Listening and understanding him

He has wisdom so use it and he has knowledge so take it in. He's an experienced man so if you actually take what he has to offer and adapt yourself to it, he'll start to look at you with a very fond light. You could sit with him, listening to him tell you about navigation, ships and history and he'll already be super happy that you care

Vivi -

Saying no

Being strong enough to hold your own and stick to your morals and opinions is really inspiring to her. Saying no can be difficult, and for you to say it to strong foes or even just regular people who aren't being reasonable says a lot about you.

But she also values someone who adapts. Don't constantly say no, be open. But when you need to then stick to your gut.

Giving her knowledge and guidance

Vivi's clever but she lacks certain world experience. Your guidance, with things you've experienced, is helpful. She wants to be the best ruler she can be so she needs all the knowledge she can get.

But don't mistake her, she's smart as hell and knows a lot. Don't treat her like she's naive, treat her like an equal and let it be a fair trade.

Note: I won't add Chopper but I might in the future for platonic things. He's only a baby :)

[hugmekenobi]

S2: The Bad Batch (14)

Chapter Fourteen: Tipping Point

Gif by @trapezequeen

Hunter x femaleJedi!reader

Series Summary: Some time has passed since everything that happened at Kamino and you and the Batch are trying to figure out your place in the rapidly changing Imperial galaxy. And you're having to do all this whilst figuring out where your relationship with Hunter fits into it.

Chapter Summary: An old friend returning brings new information that could lead you and the Batch on a dangerous mission.

Masterlist for S1

<Previous Chapter

Genre: Friends (idiots) to Lovers (we're in the lovers stage now)

Chapter Warnings: Canon-typical violence, descriptions of torture, Hemlock needs his own warning, fluff and light angst

Word Count: 3.2K

Author's notes: A relatively quiet chapter before the hell that will be the last two episodes lol. Enjoy!

Mount Tantiss

Well, he never saw himself as being on the ones to be on the opposite side of the cell ray shields. He’d always expected to be the one to open them and demand whoever it was to get ‘on their feet’ but things were certainly different now. He did as the stormtrooper said and let the other cuff him before his two escorts led him out his cell and down the hallway.

As he walked, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to the other clones in cells. He didn’t know how they wound up here or what they were here for, but they all looked as miserable as he felt. His thoughts drifting caused him to slow his pace, the act receiving a harsh jab from a blaster. He turned irritably but knew it wasn’t worth the fight and kept walking.

The trooper opened the ray shield to the unfortunately familiar room and the woman he’d first see upon waking up here.

“Good morning, Crosshair. How are you feeling?”

Again, with his name. he didn’t know what type of game she was playing by using it, but he wasn’t going to let himself succumb to it. “What’s it to you?” He muttered wearily before another jab into his back forced him into the room and he leaned against the bench.

“The doctor is on his way. Be smart and cooperate, or he will resort to methods you will not enjoy.”

The sound of footsteps caught his attention and he glanced to the door to see the man he assumed was ‘the doctor’ step in.

“You’ve healed quickly, considering the state you arrived in.” The doctor commented.

He spoke quietly with an eery sense of calmness but there was also an underlying sinister quality to his voice. He had one gloved hand that he held and caressed tenderly with his other one. “Why am I here?”

“If you think this is punishment for shooting your commanding officer, you’re incorrect. I actually think that shows quite a bit of initiative.”

Crosshair was taken aback for a moment. That was not the sentiment he was expecting. This doctor was not a typical Imperial. He said nothing and waited for him to elaborate.

“No. No, you are here because I intend to give you a clean slate.” The doctor explained. “And all you have to do in exchange is tell me how to find Clone Force 99. They’re in possession of something I need.”

Omega. It had to be the girl, but he needed to know for sure. “The kid.”

The doctor chuckled softly. “Very good.”

So, he was right. “You’re wasting your time. They’ll never turn her over.”

“They don’t have a choice. She is a clone and, therefore, Imperial property. Help me locate your former squad, and you will have your freedom.”

Freedom? As a clone in this galaxy? That didn’t feel likely, and he couldn’t give them up. That wasn’t who he was anymore. And besides, he had no idea of their location, let alone if they were all even alive. “I don’t know where they are.”

The doctor shook his head with a frown and nodded to one of the guards.

Crosshair tried to resist but he couldn’t stop the troopers from pushing him onto the bench and restraining him.

The doctor leaned down to the clone’s face. “But you know how they think, how they operate, contacts they’d reach out to. Surely you have something useful to share.”

“Wrong.” Crosshair sneered.

The doctor let out an aggravated sigh. “Let’s see if we can jog your memory.” He tightened the restraint that reached over the clone’s head. “Begin.”

Crosshair was helpless. He could only watch the interrogator droid whirr closer to him and stick the needle into his neck and the pain that followed was excruciating. He writhed against his restraints, but it did nothing to ease the pain.

“Doctor… one of our transport ships was attacked departing Balmorra. The prisoners aboard escaped.”

The doctor turned away from the clone to face his assistant. “Inform me when he’s ready to talk.” He left with the assistant- Dr Scalder- who had been on Tantiss before he’d arrived to deal with this matter.

--

“That’s enough.”

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been victim to the needle, but it wasn’t even a relief when the doctor’s assistant finally stopped the pain, it still radiated throughout his body. He couldn’t open his eyes it still hurt so much; he barely registered the restraint across his head coming undone. His eyes finally flickered open at the feeling of the guards getting ready to undo the other straps and he managed to notice one of the troopers had left his blaster unattended. Despite the pain he was feeling, he acted quickly and within seconds, both guards were dead, and the droid was destroyed, and he held the assistant at gunpoint as he focused on orienting himself once more.

“Take a breath. Think this through.” She cautioned with her hands raised in surrender.

“Release me.” Crosshair demanded; his voice still weary with agony.

She did as he asked and put in the code that opened the door. “You cannot make it out of this facility. Not in your condition.”

Crosshair panted with the effort it took to stand. “Give me your access card.”

“It won’t get you outside. But even if you do manage that, the hounds will find you within minutes. Don’t make this worse, Crosshair! There is no escape. Lower the blaster.”

He wasn’t looking to escape. He just needed to warn them. He set the blaster to stun and, once she was unconscious, took the access card from her belt and left the cell in search of the communications room.

--

He staggered down the corridors, his aim as he shot at any troopers in his path still skewed, but it didn’t need to be perfect, it just needed to be enough to get him to where he needed to be.

He entered the room and used the access card to take control over the controls. He got the satellite into position and began his transmission. He wasn’t sure how long he had before they realised what had happened.

“Plan 88.” He said with a pained grunt. “You have to hide. They’re after-” He didn’t get the chance to finish for the room sealed shut and a green gas cloud started to seep into the room. The effects were immediate- he started to cough, his vision blurred, and he felt lightheaded. He scrambled for his blaster, but he barely managed to get a hold of it before he collapsed to the ground. He was awake long enough to hear the door open and see the doctor come and stand over him.

The doctor inhaled deeply. “Hmm. Having trouble processing the toxin? It’s my own special formula. One I’ve built an immunity to. You, however, have not.”

Crosshair couldn’t speak. He was clinging on to consciousness. He’d hoped he’d done enough to warn them. This man was unlike anyone they’d ever come across before. The last thing he remembered before the darkness took him was being dragged out the room.

--

It had taken a while, but things in Pabu were nearly back to normal. Most of the repairs had been done and people were able to get their lives back on track once more. Routines had been established; new friendships made. Every day that you had spent here had made the idea of taking up residence more appealing, but it wasn’t something you could commit to just yet.

Right now, you and Hunter were helping Shep unload some supplies from the docks. You placed your box down and rolled to ease the tension in your shoulders. The sun was warm against your back, and you wiped away the small beads of sweat that had formed on your brow.

“This friend on your who’s stopping by, he’s another clone?” Shep asked.

“Yeah, but don’t worry. He’s not with the Empire.” Hunter reassured him.

“If you trust him, that’s enough for me.”

“The new fishing dock’s rebuilt and moored.” Wrecker announced before he dumped a giant fish on some of the cages. “And I’ve caught some dinner!”

“You’ve been busy.” You commented with a smile.

“You got that right.” Wrecker replied proudly before Lyana’s voice got his attention.

“Hey, Wrecker. Can we get your help? We’re fortifying the seawall.”

“You got it, boss.” Wrecker answered with an enthusiastic chortle before he set off.

“He’s become an integral part of this community. You all have.” Shep said warmly. “Any chance you’ve reconsidered staying permanently?”

You and Hunter shared a look.

“For soldiers, putting down roots is an occupational hazard.” Hunter replied.

“It’s never been the easiest thing to think about or do when you’ve lived the way we have for so long.” You added. The subject though had come up on more or less a nightly basis. You both were on the same page about wanting to but the question of were you allowed to do it always came up. This wasn’t something any of you were used to and it was surprisingly difficult to visualise.

“Well, is that all you two are? Soldiers?”

Before either of you could reply, the rapid whirr of an engine sounded overhead, and the Marauder came flying into view.

“More flying lessons?” Shep asked with a chuckle.

“Uh-huh. Tech’s got his hands full.” Hunter said with a laugh.

“Yeah, I sat in on the lesson yesterday and I’m still shaking the nausea.” You said, only half joking. “How long until Echo gets here?”

“Any minute now probably.” Hunter answered. Sure enough, another ship came into view on the horizon and Echo’s voice came through the comms.

“Race you to the landing zone?”

“You’re on!” Omega accepted the challenge and put the ship into high gear, paying little attention to Tech’s words of caution or his panicked yelp.

“Oh, what I wouldn’t give to see Tech’s face right now.” You said as you saw the ship speed after Echo’s.

“Right there with you.” Hunter agreed before the two of you made your way to go meet them.

--

Echo hadn’t changed too much since you’d seen him last, but he’d decided to get rid of his kama material- something you just had to tease him about, “Oh, be still my heart, he goes away for a few months, and this happens! Echo is flashing a bit of leg!” You pretended to swoon and fell back into Hunter who was already prepared to catch you.

“And hello to you too, (Y/N).” Echo said with a roll of his eyes as he walked down his ship’s steps.

Hunter pushed you back upright before he went over to Echo, their hands clasping in greeting.

“You weren’t kidding. This place is remote.” Echo said.

“That has its advantages.” Hunter replied.

“It’s good to see you, Echo.” You said happily as you took your turn and hugged him.

The three of you then turned in the direction of the Marauder that was coming in at a rather unsteady landing cycle.

“I’m surprised you’re not on Ord Mantell with Cid.” Echo said, the question of why you weren’t there lurking behind his words.

“We’ve been reevaluating things.” Hunter said.

You snorted as you saw the way Tech clutched his head and appeared quite wobbly on his feet, but you soon focused your eyes on the way the young girl leaped into Echo’s arms. That was another factor in your discussions with Hunter- Omega loved it here, it suited her perfectly. Sure, she was always able to be bright and cheerful, but it had been a long time since you’d all seen her this genuinely happy and it wasn’t just because Echo was visiting.

“We’ve missed you!” Omega said affectionately.

“It hasn’t been that long.” Echo replied lightly as he held her.

“Feels like it has.” Omega said as he put her back down before she stepped aside to let Tech through.

“You mentioned needing some assistance with data decryption.” Tech said by way of greeting.

Echo pulled out the data rod and handed it to his brother. “This is what’s left of the files I recovered from an Imperial shuttle. It was transporting clone prisoners, and we need to know where and why.”

You all let Tech get to work before you and Hunter took Echo on a quick tour of the island.

--

“Oh, nearly lost track of time. Sorry, boys, I gotta go meet my special someone.” You kissed Hunter on the cheek and patted Echo’s shoulder before you went off on your way, but Echo’s voice caused you to pause.

“Go where to meet who?” Echo asked, tone laced with confusion.

“She’s got a date.” Hunter explained nonchalantly without missing a beat.

“I’ve got a date.” You mirrored with a grin.

“Have I missed something?” Echo said, his still confused gaze flickering between the two of you.

You released a whimsical sigh and looked off into the distance. “Well, Echo, sometimes relationships can get a bit stale. You need a man with a bit more life experience to keep things interesting and who can tell you fascinating stories about his life and say you remind him of his beautiful wife from 30 years ago. And it just so happens I’ve found that man. It’s to be expected that things worked out this way really, Hunter doesn’t mind.”

“Translation?” Echo looked to Hunter.

“There’s an old man called Mr. Eenta she has evening tea with on a weekly basis.”

“Ahh got it.” Echo said with a slight smile.

“And I’m running late so I need to get going! I’ll keep my comm on, so I’ll know when Tech’s done!” With that, you waved goodbye and set off at a jog to go meet him.

“Glad to see you two are still happy and going strong.” Echo couldn’t help but comment as he saw the faint but fond smile that graced his brother’s face as he watched you go-he probably didn’t realise he was doing it.

“Can’t really see it ever not being that way.” Hunter agreed, his eyes still following your fading figure.

“Should hope so. You two spent so long pining after one another, you have no choice but to stay together.” Echo pointed out with a hearty slap on the back of Hunter’s shoulders.

Hunter huffed out a laugh before he focused his attention fully on Echo. “Come on, let’s grab a drink and we can catch up properly.”

--

Echo and Hunter walked and talked whilst waiting for word from Tech.

“You all plan to stay here indefinitely?” Echo asked.

“We haven’t decided yet.” Hunter replied as they both stopped to watch Wrecker playing with Lyana and Omega and all three of them seemed to be having the time of their lives and he knew Tech felt comfortable here. You also did sincerely enjoy your weekly chats with Mr. Eenta. You’d also told him you didn’t feel nearly as threatened or under scrutiny here- you still hadn’t revealed your secret but that was more out of concern for the safety of others here should the Empire show up rather than worrying what the people would do if you told them. And you had been right about him too, it was the most relaxed he’d felt in a long time. Keeping everyone safe felt easier here. “But, to be honest, it might be the best thing for us.” He paused for a moment since he’d realised that was the closest he’d gotten to making a decision about this place. “What about you? What have you been up to?”

“Rex and I have built up a small network of clones. Some are in hiding, underground. Others act as out contacts within the Empire.”

“Echo, you’ve seen the power you’re up against. You can’t defeat them.” Hunter couldn’t help but say.

“It’s not about that. it’s about fighting for our brothers.” Echo said passionately.

Hunter laid a hand on Echo’s shoulder to appease him. “I understand why you’re doing this…” He trailed off with a sigh before asking the question he’d been searching for the answer to with you every night, “… but when will it be enough?”

Before anything else could happen, Tech’s voice came through the comms.

“Hunter, I decrypted the data. You need to get back to the ship.”

--

“What’s going on?” You asked as you stepped onboard and joined the others.

Tech brought up the information. “The Imperial transport Echo hijacked was assigned to the Advanced Science Division.”

“Never heard of it.” Hunter said, crossing his arms.

“That is because it is a clandestine operation. There are no records on its location or its purpose. All I could find on it was the chief scientist in charge, Dr. Royce Hemlock.” Tech pulled up a slightly blurred image of the man. “An officer expelled from the Republic science corps due to his unauthorized and unorthodox experiments.”

“Why were they sending close prisoners to him?” Omega asked fretfully.

“I do not know, but it gets worse. Previous transfer records recovered from the ship’s logs list other clone prisoners detained by the Advanced Science Division. And Crosshair is one of them.” Tech finished; his voice laced with concern.

Crosshair? Your brow furrowed. Could whatever happened to him be the thing that you had sensed all those rotations ago?

“You mean Crosshair turned on the Empire?” Wrecker asked with hope in his voice.

“How sure are you about this?” Hunter asked Tech. He needed to stay grounded before he allowed any hope about his brother’s allegiance to seep in.

“Very.” Tech confirmed definitively. “After discovering his clone number on the transfer register, I checked our old comm channels and found a recent distress message sent from Crosshair’s old code.”

“What did it say?” You asked.

“Plan 88. The Seeker.”

“We are being targeted.” You murmured.

Tech nodded. “I believe he is warning us.”

“Or it’s a trap, like he’s set for us before.” Hunter countered.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t blame him for his scepticism and any other day you knew you’d be right there with him but something about this felt genuine.

“Well, how do we find out?” Wrecker said with a grunt.

--

He was back to being strapped down on the table, but he’d done what he’d needed to do. They could torture him all they wanted; he would not give them up.

“If your escape attempt didn’t clue you in, the only chance you have of leaving this facility is if I allow it.” Hemlock stepped towards the table. “Perhaps now you’d like to reconsider my offer.”

Crosshair said nothing.

“Why suffer more? All I need is the young clone. She means nothing to you.” Hemlock leaned down closer to the clone’s head. “Help me and you’ll have your freedom.”

Again, he said nothing. There was no freedom for someone like him anyway. Not anymore.

Hemlock breathed an exasperated sigh. “Increase his injection level this time.” He instructed his assistant before he peered back down at the clone. “Let’s see how long until you break.”

Crosshair couldn’t help the way the panic set in as the new interrogator droid whirred closer and then the agony swept through his body, but he would not break. He owed you all that much.

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[fandom-imagines]

Best friend

Fandom: Until Dawn

Pairing: Josh Washington x Reader

Words: 857

Warnings: None

Is the Until Dawn fandom dead? Potentially. Will I write for it anyway? Absolutely!

Josh Washington, for as long as I could remember, had always been my best friend.

We met in third grade when my brother, Chris, also met him. Chris introduced us both and we instantly clicked, something that never went away, even as we aged. He was, for lack of a better word, my soulmate, or maybe that was just my crush on him talking.

He was charming, cute, and overall, just a genuine person; could anyone blame me for catching feelings for him? I didn’t expect nor want it to happen, but as we grew into teens, I couldn’t help it. Of course, my friendship with him extended to a friendship with the twins who were also close friends of mine, and also with Josh and Chris’s friends who I now called my own. I loved them all, but none as much as I did with Josh.

My parents were never particularly fond of the man, saying that he was a bad influence with all his pranks, doing the same with Chris, but neither of us cared. He was a good friend, and nothing could change that, even if he did prank us at least twice a month.

In fact, that leads us to where I was right now: covered in water after I was bombarded by water balloons from my brother and my crush.

“You idiots!” I laughed, clearly not meaning the words, despite me being drenched head-to-toe in freezing cold water. They soon joined in with the laughter, growing louder and louder as they stared at me. “I’m freezing.” A pout on my lips was evident as I spoke.

Josh shook his head, still chuckling as he tossed me a towel. “There you go, you know where the bathroom is, go get cleaned up.”

“I didn’t want to give you a towel, but Josh thought we better,” Chris smirked, something which only grew as he noticed the blush quickly darting onto my cheeks; it was clear that he knew of my feelings for the man.

“Screw you, Chris. I’m going for a shower.” I said, shaking my head as I left the room, leaving the pair laughing behind me.

*

Soon after my shower, I was seated beside Josh and opposite Chris with a warm drink in our hands. It was nice, sitting with the two people I held dearest to my heart whilst we chuckled at a bad movie Josh had put on, a horror, I think.

Chris was soon to fall asleep after finishing his drink, clearly not interested in the movie, either that, or he was exhausted which was also quite possible with the blonde.

“You okay?” Josh whispered to me, trying his best to not wake Chris. “You’ve been quiet all day. Did the prank upset you?”

I smiled slightly, turning to face him. “No, Josh, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

I didn’t want to tell the truth, I couldn’t. How was I supposed to tell him that the reason I was so distracted was because of him. The way he smiled, laughed, even cared for me, despite pranking me earlier on. It was all becoming too much for me to handle and I wasn’t sure how much longer that I could go without exposing my feelings. Chris already knew and he was often oblivious to others feelings, especially with his mutual crush on Ashley.

“A lot of thing,” I admitted, keeping it vague and hoping he wouldn’t ask for more information. However, it wasn’t my lucky day and he raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner.

“You can tell me,” he said.

No, Josh, I can’t, was the first thing to go through my mind. Not about this.

Sensing my silence, he did the typical Josh thing that he knew would get me to cave: puppy eyes.

With a sigh, I spoke. “Promise you won’t judge?”

“I promise,”

Another sigh, “I… like someone,”

Josh’s eyes widened, only for a moment. “Oh…” His voice had an underlying emotion, one I had never heard from his before and something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. “Who is it?” He asked, seemingly pleading once again.

I simply remained silent, all whilst my head screamed his name.

“I won’t judge, I swear,” he pleaded again. “Even if it is someone really stupid.”

“Depends if you’re stupid,” the words left my lips before I could stop them, my eyes immediately widening as I realised my mistake.

“Me…?”

“Shit, sorry,” I sighed, pulling away from him, only to have my hand grabbed, preventing me from moving.

“Don’t move…. Please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Never been surer of anything in my life.” He said, face leaning forward towards me. “Stay still.” He whispered, pausing for a moment before pressing his lips against mine.

It was as though my body went into autopilot, immediately kissing him back as my hand landed on his neck, his going to my waist. I could have stayed like that forever, and perhaps I would have had a voice not broken the moment.

“Finally!!” Chris laughed.

Josh and I pulled away from one another, a blush on both our cheeks.

“Chris!”

[snowdropluck204]

Comforting Their SO - BNHA

PART 1

Bakugou Katsuki

I feel like Katsuki would be the type to be openly worried about you, one of the only times he'd show an emotion other than anger in public. He would know exactly what to do simply from observing what previously cheered you up in the past!

~ Katsuki returns home to the apartment you share, only to see you sat cuddled up on the couch crying. ~ Immediately worried something bad had happened, Katsuki begins looking around your home for intruders or something that was out of place. ~ When he finds nothing, he races over to you. ~ "Teddy Bear," He whispered, kneeling on the floor in front of you, "What happened, are you okay?" He was racing through his words, worried you were hurt. ~ Since UA, Katsuki had to get used to the idea of being more quiet around you, sometimes being too quiet so he doesn't upset you further. It was a difficult change, but one he was willing to make. ~ Still weeping, you held up your favourite book, mumbling through your words, something about a character dying, or was it about a couple finally being canon, or maybe just a character you thought was cute? ~ Sighing to himself, Katsuki made himself comfortable in the blankets next to you, holding you close as you cried, knowing to just let you do your own thing whilst cuddling you. ~ "This happens too often dumbass." He tells you fondly, as he picks up the phone to order food in, knowing you won't let him leave you for any reason.

Izuku Midoriya

If you were upset, Izuku would 100% go into overdrive, first, completely wracked with worry, but then his hero brain would take over, he would calm down, assess the situation and make sure that you're okay!

~ Snuggled up on the couch with Izuku was one of the greatest gifts that you had been given. ~ Even though he got flustered relatively easily, there was one thing he was perfectly comfortable with, something he had sought out since high school, even now that he was a pro hero. ~ Cuddles. ~ Whether he was the big spoon or the little spoon, you know just how much he loves cuddling with you, he tells you so as he whines as you stand up to cook the two of you dinner. ~ Smiling and humming to yourself as you cook, you hardly notice just how hot the stove was getting until you grabbed the metal handle of the pan and flinched, pulling away and letting out a small yelp of pain. ~ Izuku, hearing your voice, shot from his seat on the couch and into the kitchen faster than a freight train. ~ Seeing you holding your hand to your chest, small tears in the corners of your eyes, he began running the cold water, gently grabbing your wrist. ~ After keeping your hand under the water for ten minutes or so and noticing there was no redness or blisters, he held your hand in both of his larger ones, kissing each of your fingers. ~ "You need to be more careful Puppy."

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto was always stoic, but I feel like when you're upset or need the comfort, he'd be even more so. He knows you need a rock, someone to lean on, he could absolutely be that person, even if he wasn't all that good at noticing social cues, he knew when his partner was upset.

~ When it came to you, Shoto was more serious than ever. ~ Especially when you were hurt or upset. ~ It just so happens, that today was one of those days, you had gotten a call from the hospital that a close relative of yours had been in an accident. ~ When you had called Shoto in tears, he knew something was wrong and was already leaving his agency when you told him what had happened. ~ Whilst he was thankful that you weren't the one that was hurt or in any danger, he knew you weren't okay and rushed home to take care of you. ~ Shoto wasn't much for PDA, but when the two of you were behind closed doors, he usually couldn't get enough, loving your fingers running through his bi-coloured hair, or resting his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat. ~ But he knew that you needed to be loved more than himself right now, he held you close, stroking your hair and keeping your head close to his chest as he tried to calm you down. ~ "It's alright my love, I'll always be here."

Eijiro Kirishima

I feel like depending on the situation, Eiji would have to choose between being there for you and just joining in the sob fest! He's an emotional baby and sometimes, the best comfort is knowing that you're not going through it alone!

~ We all know that Eijiro is just the most cheerful and sweetest shark boy that has ever lived. ~ Which means that when you're upset, he'll probably get upset too. ~ When he came home and saw you watching one of your favourite shows (a show that you had watched to completion a dozen times) and eating ice cream from the carton, he knew what he was in for. ~ Even though he may not know the show, or might not be into it, he will still grab a spoon from the kitchen and join you on the couch. ~ When Katsuki called him an hour later, asking where he had gotten to, all he heard was the muffled tears of Eijiro and his partner. ~ "That was so manly!" He cried, watching the main character save his lover. ~ "I promise you Gumdrop, I will save you like that someday." ~ Realising that that would make you in danger, he quickly revoked that sentence and came up with something to cheer you up. ~ "From the dreaded housework that you hate so much!" He cheered, wiping his tears, picking you up bridal style and dancing around the room.

Denki Kaminari

Denki was an absolute mess when you were upset, he had no idea what he was doing! But usually you found it cute! He would definitely try the things that would make him cheer up before asking Mina what to do...

~ Denki would have worked quickly in the relationship, you were no longer just a couple living together, you were engaged. ~ And Denki STILL didn't know how to comfort you without making it worse. ~ Whether you hurt yourself, were too worried about him or just upset for the sake of being upset, (many people are, it's okay!) Denki would tip-toe around you, trying to make it better. ~ Eventually he would make it up to you, but until then, just picture the blonde dunce trying to hug you or stroke your hair, only to back down when you moved slightly or sniffed. [Bonus: I can also see him accidentally hurting you trying to fix something. Like, he tries to dry your tears, only to poke you in the eye.] ~ You think it's adorable that he is trying not to make it worse but is failing spectacularly, this usually cheers you up. ~ And when he finally gets the dumb idea to buy you the biggest teddy bear he could find, a grin lifts onto your face and in turn, his as well. ~ The amount of stuffed animals you now have in your shared apartment is ridiculous, as every time you get upset, he dances on eggshells around you until he caves and buys you a giant cuddly toy. ~ "Sorry I'm a bit bad at this darlin', I'm sure I'll get better… Eventually!"

Hitoshi Shinso

Primarily, the only things that Hitoshi would have to comfort you for, are things that he's done... Something that he knew you'd get mad at him for, but would do anyway...

~ You and Hitoshi are the perfect couple in everyone's eyes. ~ But it isn't always easy. ~ Whether its a stupid argument about who left the the lights on, or maybe you're worried about him and his job and when you shout about it he rolls his eyes at your 'needless worry'. ~ If you're wondering why that second example was so specific, it's because that's exactly what happened. ~ Hitoshi had gotten himself hurt whilst he was out fighting a villain on patrol, he didn't have any back up but went ahead with the fight anyway. ~ When he came home, he knew there would be a fight from you. And he was right. ~ You were furious that he had intentionally put himself in harm's way. Even if he was a hero, there was a difference between being a hero and being an idiot, even if he didn't see it. ~ After the shouting would stop, you would stop talking to him entirely, realising it was all going over his head and he wasn't listening. You stormed off to the bedroom to lie down and cry. ~ Hitoshi would give you some time to calm down, which killed him. ~ Knowing you were upset and that he had caused it hurt him deeply and as much as he wanted to run to you, he knew there was no point until you had calmed down. ~ After ten minutes or so, he couldn't stand it anymore and jogged to the bedroom, he lay down behind you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest and squeezing slightly. ~ "I'm so sorry Kitten, I promise I won't do it again."