#by jumping in front of a fucking taser for your friend!!

[lizzybeth1986]

I sincerely wish we had the option to say some version of this to Damien, rather than the options we got in the cushy little Ch 15 eighteen-diamond scene where we could either excuse his past behaviour towards Hayden and Sloane, or a milquetoast "yeah go talk to them" (which, btw, he never canonically does).

To date I'm still mad this guy never fucking apologized genuinely for whatever bullshit he spewed in Berlin.

[angelsanarchy]

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 02

"Fuck does this mean you get to taser me?" "100 Percent."

FRIDAY 10:30PM

Y/n stood at the foot of the stage taking photos of the metal band currently occupying the stage. Luckily they brought a crowd of headbangers rather than full violent moshing or else the photo quality would suffer. Baby had promised a few hundred bucks for some promotional photos for the local venues and after the rent hike, she could use the extra cash.

Tonight had been different than most. Usually she was strictly business, bouncing from one venue to the next getting the photos taken and crawling into bed at 2AM just to have Baby blowing up her phone for the images before she's even had a chance to get real sleep. Tonight she finally got a chance to meet the shaggy haired, stoner who seemed to travel with one of the local bands. She had thought maybe he was blind at one point with how he stared blankly at her but one of the bartenders assured her that he was pretty harmless, if not a pain in the ass.

"Hey Y/N, you staying for the next couple of bands? We've got some new guys coming in." The bartender knew Baby and had kind of taken me under their wing while I was working these jobs. Bartenders and bouncers seemed to really enjoy her company.

"I might stay for a few. I don't have anymore pressing items on my agenda so I might as well." Y/n packed up her camera and sat on a stool for at least two more performers before bidding farewell to the bartender and heading towards whatever commotion that was trapped at the front door. The owner of the venue had been arguing with someone, cussing loudly at him and telling him that he was banned.

"Oh don't be such a soft dick! I promise not to jump off the tables...much." The voice is what caught her attention.

"Tony! Hey Tony!" Y/n yelled trying to get the attention of the bouncer.

"STAY THE FUCK OUT!" The club owner shoved Clyde out the door and throwing his hands up as he told off the band he traveled with. Johnny tried to plead his case while she squeezed past and saw Clyde on his hands and knees.

"I deserved that." Clyde was trying to peel himself off the pavement. He looked up and met her gaze with a stupid grin.

"That's my girlfriend." Clyde stumbled forward putting his hands on her shoulders.

"In your dreams kid." Tony scoffed.

"Where have you fucking been?" Clyde whispered.

"I didn't get the bat signal that I would need to be peeling you off the sidewalk. That's clearly my fault." Y/n put rested her hand on Clyde's.

"Oh come on Y/n! You aren't really with these guys are you?" Tony whined as the rest of the band shuffled out. They all looked a little dejected.

"Unfortunately Tony, I do. I'm going to need to cash in on that favor. Can you talk to Pete for me? See if you can get them back in to play a set? Even if it's just tomorrow?" Johnny looked at Clyde who's mouth hung open.

"I can give it a try but this is your only favor. No more freebies." Tony shook his head before shaking Johnny's hand.

"Wow um I love Clyde's stalkee. Thank you!" Johnny reached out and pulled y/n into a hug.

"No problem. Crowd is better on Saturday anyway. Just try and keep this one from getting me put on the banned list." Clyde put his hand on his heart.

"Johnny, I told you she wants to have my little deaf babies." Johnny laughed.

"You better make sure she isn't trying to make babies with anyone with both functioning ears first bud." The van pulled up and the band started loaded it up with their gear.

"You gonna be okay to get home?" Y/n asked seeing Clyde stumbling over to her again.

"What answer would get you to come with us?" Clyde tested.

"I mean I know your boyfriend...or girlfriend or they-friend is probably waiting up-" She cut Clyde off.

"I'm not seeing anyone actually but I should probably get home. This is the first night I'll make it to the motor-rail before it closes for the night." Clyde seemed amused.

"What? No! You can't take the train. Come hang out for a bit and then I can drive you home. It's the least I can do for helping the guys out." Clyde tossed his thumb back towards the van as they finished loading it up.

"Honestly I don't know that I trust you to drive me anywhere right now. You're a little loose on your feet." Clyde swayed a bit as he stood in front of her.

"Even more of a reason to come with. I will let you drive. I'm already deaf, do you really want me to be cripple too?" Clyde showed y/n the hearing aid fitted to his ear. She could smell the weed on him when he swayed towards her. She didn't have anywhere to be for the rest of the night and its not like anyone was waiting at home.

"Fuck it. Who am I to let you crash and burn on a perfectly good long weekend." Y/n held her hand out for the keys and Clyde bounced on his feet, handing the keys over.

"Every weekend is a long weekend if you try hard enough." Clyde hopped into the passenger seat.

"Some of us have weekday jobs, sweetheart." Y/n slammed the driver door shut and looked back at the band.

"Guys, this is my new wife Y/n. Y/n these are the guys. They're all stupid fuckers but they play killer music." Clyde introduced her to the band and they threw empty bottles and trash at his introduction.

"It's a pleasure. If one of you can give me a coherent address, I will get you all there in one piece." Y/h promised firing up the van.

"310 W. Utah. It's the really shitty brick apartments on the corner of Tracy Park and Violet Ridge." Clyde said sitting back in the seat. She knew where that was. It was actually about 45 minutes from her apartment if there wasn't any traffic.

Y/n started to pull away from the curb and immediately the horn started blaring.

"Did you fuckers rig my steering wheel again?" Clyde whined returning the trash that was thrown at him.

"Just try not to use the turn signals. These idiots think it's funny when they mess with the only guy who has a van big enough to transport their shit for free." Clyde gave them the finger before reaching across y/n and flipping the signal off.

"No turning signals. Got it. I'm sure the Vegas residence are accustom to it by now." Clyde laughed at the joke as she drove.

"Does your deafness have a great story worth teasing you over or were you born with it?" Y/n asked. Clyde seemed surprised she bothered asking.

"No it's not too recent but I definitely wasn't born with it. You'll have to dig a little deeper for that story though." Clyde smirked. Y/n rolled her eyes with a snort.

"Always a give and take with you." She remarked.

"Hey I can always tell you and waste your payback for saving my ass but then how would you get home?" Clyde teased.

"Oh I won't need a ride home but I already have plans for that payback so by all means, please keep that story in the cards." Y/n kept her eyes on the road and her hands on the wheel as Clyde sighed.

"Fuck, you're gonna taser me aren't you?" Clyde turned his body towards her and she nodded.

"Oh 100%." Y/n's response made Clyde run his hands down his face.

The guys in the back of the van started laughing and ribbing Clyde about being tasered and he swatted at them.

"How are you going to tase a deaf guy? Isn't that like kicking a kid in a wheelchair?" Clyde offered.

"Absolutely not. One is a dick move and the other is for amusement. Besides I wear a night guard when I sleep but you don't see me using it as a crutch." Y/n said confidently.

"Having straight teeth and being down an entire ear are hardly a fair comparison." Clyde was drawn to her sassy nature and quick to joke sense of humor. Even if she had plans to taser him.

"We've all got our baggage. You'll live." She looked over at Clyde and he caught her wink. Fuck was he in trouble.

[arkhamsrevenge]

What is a Cythia?  

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood, needles, abuse, weapons etc. 

You’re best friends with Roy Harper. One night he asks for your help when Batman goes crazy and beats the hell out of Jason. (If you’ve seen the Legion of Superheroes show then you might get a lot of references here. I got really carried away. Sorry ;) )

Y/N POV 

I had settled down in my bed, determined to get 8 hours of sleep tonight. The sound of the rain tapping at my window started to lulu me to sleep.  I was happy with my success until I heard my phone ring. I rolled over to see who was calling. Roy? Confusion washed over me as I answered.  

“Cy! Thank God. I need your help.” Roy shouted. He sounded panicked...like more than usual. I quickly ran to my closet and suited up. I slipped on my bullet proof arm, chest and leg black matte armor and pulled my mask up over my nose and mouth. I then grabbed my weapons, two swords and tools. “A friend of mine is in trouble. I don’t think I'll make it in time to help him.” 

“Where are you?” I asked, getting ready to leave.  

“No, no please get to him first, he’s in trouble, south tower, over crime alley. Please hurry.” Roy said between breathes.   

“I’m on it.” I said climbing out my window immediately feeling the pouring rain start to drench me. “Who am I up against?” I asked as I made my way from roof top to roof top, grappling and leaping. 

“Batman.” Roy said, almost hesitantly.  

“Got it!” I said, knowing I’d have to burn down my safe-house once I get this over with. Good-bye Gotham after tonight..at least for a while.   “Thanks, I know Batman-” Roy started.  

“I said got it Roy. No need to explain more just focus on getting there.” I interrupted.  

“Yeah, yeah thanks Cy. I owe you.” He said hanging up. I didn’t need to know what was going on, all I needed to know was whose ass I was kicking. Finally, I approached the south tower, a flash of lightning reveled the figure of Batman himself. He was dragging someone by the helmet behind him. Fucking hero my ass. I jumped onto the rooftop and slammed my knee into Batman’s face. The caped crusader stumbled backwards, then turned to me. I landed crouching in front of whomever he had been beating on.  

“Who the hell-” I didn’t give him a chance to finish as I charged him again. This time he blocked my punches and kicks I threw at him. Clearly, he was already in a pissy mood because he had no problem throwing hard punches to my face. Some of the hits, I know by the taste of blood in my mouth. I spit the blood in his face and ducked as he swung back.  I then took out his knees and struck him with a high voltage taser. Finally knocking him out. Quickly I made my way over to the person, who I assumed is Roy’s friend as he was the only one getting his shit kicked in. I knelt next to the man, seeing his helmet was shattered all around his face. Red Hood? Batman beat the shit out of the Red Hood?  Geez and they call me brutal. Bruises and cuts were littered throughout his body. The rain was washing the blood off at least. I checked for a pulse only to get my hand grabbed. The jumped slightly as my eyes met the man��s lying on his back.  

“I’m a friend of Roy’s.” I yelled over the rain. “I’m here to help.” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling it around my shoulder. My other arm helped Hood in an upright position, his eyes dull, he looked completely out of it. I don’t blame him.  

“Shit!” A deep voice screamed. I soon heard footsteps running towards me and Red Hood. I knew by footsteps it was Roy. He was right, he would have been too late. Roy got on the other side of Hood and helped me get him to his feet.  

“Easy does it. We gotcha now bud.” Roy said. “We gotta get him out of Gotham. Do you still have a safe-house in uh...” I nodded knowing he didn’t want to say where we were going just in case we were being listened to.  But I knew where he meant. “Ok, I’ve got a car for us ready. We gotta patch him up a little bit first.”  

“Let’s get back to my place. We can clean up there.”  

Roy and I helped Hood through the window of my safe-house.  

“Let’s get him to the couch.” I suggested. Once settled, Roy and I got to work. “You still remember how to do this?” I asked. Roy nodded as he started to take the remains of hood’s helmet off as well as his armor. I started to clean all the cuts while Roy covered them in ointment and bandages.  

“Fuck Jaybird...what happened?” Roy whispered as he took the armor off. Jaybird? Oh. I knew who this was. 

“This is Jason Todd, right? You forgot to mention he’s the Red Hood.” I muttered as I started to patch Jason up. Roy shook his head.  

“Never came up in conversation, I guess.”  

“And it’s none of your business.” A rough voice rumbled. Jason was awake.  

“Oh good, his charm is still in tacked.” I expressed, slightly annoyed.  

“Hey, how ya feelin?” Roy asked, helping Jason sit up.   “Spectacular.” Jason quipped back, grunting.  

“We gotta go. Do you have shit at the safe house for us?” I nodded as I started to pack some other supplies for the journey. Roy then helped Jason into a black t-shirt and sweatpants.  

“Take him, get in the car, I'll catch up with you on my bike. I need to burn this place down.” I said tossing the bags to Roy. Roy caught the bag nodding, then hoisted Jason up and made his way out. I started to cover the safe house in gasoline. Then disabled the fire alarm as well as the sprinklers. My phone screen lights up with Roy’s caller ID on it. Now what? 

“Yeah?”  

“You gotta come with us. I’m afraid to leave Jason in the back of the car alone.” Roy whispered.   “I told you I’m fine Roy!” I heard Jason croak. I sighed.   “Ok, I’m gonna light this up then I’ll meet you three blocks down.” Then the line went dead. I grabbed a box of matches hidden in the bookcase and swiped the match. I climbed back out the window Roy and I had just pulled Jason through not too long ago and dropped the match. Immediately, the house went up in flames, taking everything with it. I then met Roy four blocks away (he went an extra block just to be safe) and hopped into the back seat with Jason. He looked horrible. His face was paling, and a black eye was forming. Jason pushed himself up with his good arm, though it was still shaking, and made the effort to get up.  

“Hold on.” I said as I scooted in and patted my lap. “Here.” Jason hesitated. “It’s going to be a long ride. You’ll be more comfortable.”  Jason clearly didn’t have the strength to argue and laid his head down on my lap. Jason’s back lay on the other two seats, while his head rested on me, he sighed almost relieved. I shut the door to the car and looked at Roy in the mirror. He nodded and drove away, as we were leaving, we saw firetrucks zoom past us.  

“Wonder where they’re going.” Roy mumbled smiling slightly at me. I mirrored him and shook my head.  

“Eyes on the road Speedy.” 

About an hour later, I was dosing off when my phone rang. Annoyed, I looked at the screen. Brainiac 5. Why was he calling? 

“Hello?” I answered.  

“I got an alert that one of your safe houses burnt down. I assume you’re alright?”  

“Yeah Brani. I’m good. I gotta stay on the DL for a bit. Can you-”  

“Already cloaking your signal. I’ll make sure no one knows where you are. Are there other people with you?” I flickered my eyes to Roy who nodded.  

“Arsenal and Red Hood.” I spoke hesitantly. Silence followed on the other end. 

“Understood, I will be covering them as well.” From his tone, I could infer that Brani was a little uncomfortable at the mention of Roy’s and Jason’s. 

“Thanks. Use the old pager, ok? I’ll keep you updated.” 

“Affirmative. Over and out.” Then the line went dead. I inhaled deeply.  

“That was him. Right?” I could tell by Roy’s tone he was upset.  

“Roy don’t start. You’re not always around. He’s my emergency contact when you're not here. Brani was only making sure I was ok. He’ll be making sure no one knows where we are.” I explained. Roy opened his mouth to say more but decided against it. “It was three years ago Roy.” I whispered.  

“Doesn't matter. He crossed a line.” Roy said through closed teeth. Damn, he’s still very upset. 

“He hurt you, Cy.” Roy muttered. “He should be behind bars.” My eyes shifted from Roy to out the window, watching the trees run by. I looked back a Jason, he was still out but breathing normally now. “He heals faster than you and I.” Roy said breaking the silence. I hummed.  

“The pit, right?” Roy nodded.  

“Yeah. He’s been through hell, like you and me. I don’t know why Batman would...” Roy trailed off. I hummed, still looking at Jason. He started to twitch, as if something was hurting him. My brow furrowed. “Is he ok?” Roy asked panicked. I lifted my hand and started to brush Jason’s hair off his face. Out of instinct, I then ran my finger through it, combing it back. Jason seemed to nuzzle into my hand and stopped twitching.  

“Bad dream.” Roy sighed in relief.  

“You would know, huh?” A sad smile appeared on my face.  

“Yeah. I would.”  

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but it felt like hours later, we arrived at the second safe house in Ohio. It was one Roy and I stayed in for a bit when he first got out of rehab. Roy turned the car off and stepped out then opened the passenger side door where I was.  

“He’s still asleep?”  

“I’m awake.” Jason’s hoarse voice made Roy and I jump a bit.  

“Sorry Jaybird didn’t think you would wake up so quickly. Can you stand?” Roy chuckled.  

“I’d worry about her not being able to stand. I’ve been laying on her for hours.” Jason croaked.   

“I’m fine.” I spoke. “Let’s get you inside before Roy has a nervous breakdown.” Roy shot me a look. Roy and I helped Jason out of the car and into the safe house. It was bigger than most, two bedrooms, one bath and half bath as well as a small kitchen/living room area.  

“Nice place.” Jason says as we all walk in.  

“Thanks, which bedroom would you like?” I asked. Jason huffed out a small laugh.   “I’m that special?” Heat started to rise in my cheeks. Why am I flustered? “I’ll take the one closest to the bathroom.” I led Roy and Jason to the bedroom that was one door away from the bathroom. We placed Jason down on the bed sitting up, Roy went to get the medical shit while I assessed the damage some more. A black eye was already formed. His lip was split, cuts and bruises littered his entire body. I looked at his arm that he was unconsciously holding.  

“Your left arm is sprained, does your shoulder hurt?” Jason nodded.  

“ROY?” I yelled. “GET A SLING.” Roy appeared two minutes later with a sling and more bandages.  

“You yelled?” I rolled my eyes and got to work. I stitched Jason’s deeper cuts and wrapped them. Two very deep ones were around his torso. Once he was set, Roy and I left the room so he could rest. I washed my hands as did Roy, we both wanted to say something, but words weren’t a choice. I didn’t even know where to start. Jason’s condition was horrible, Batman really beat the hell outta him. But why? Why so brutally?  

“Thanks, by the way.” Roy said after a long time.  

“Course. Do you want something to eat?” I asked, walking towards the fridge. Stupid question. Roy always wanted something to eat. I started cooking a batch of pasta and meatballs that would last the week. Easy to heat up. I made Roy a huge bowl with three meatballs on top. He inhaled it almost at once. “Dude come up for air.” Roy squinted his eyes as his cheeks were full of pasta.   “on’t ell e wha o o” Roy said with a mouth full of pasta. I started to laugh.  

“I think you said, “Don’t tell me what to do”. Yes?” Roy nodded then started to chew and swallow.  

“Eat.” He said pointing to the pot of pasta. I hesitated. “Eat, please.” I licked my lips and got myself a bowl of pasta. “Protein. At least two meatballs.” I turned to Roy with my mouth open about to snark back but didn’t. Roy gets more protective when he’s stressed. I put my bowl down next to Roy.  

“He’s gonna be ok Roy.” I said wrapping my arms around Roy's shoulders, hugging him from behind.  

“Yeah.” That was all that came out. I knew Roy was trying to hold it together but I saw through it.  

“Got to bed. I’ll clean up here.” Roy shook his head.  

“Not gonna happen. You get the last bedroom. I’m taking the couch. I clean-up” I didn’t want to argue even though I wanted to. Roy sleeps better on my couch anyway. “I’m sure you’ll check on Jason at least once an hour. So, take the other bedroom. It’s right next to Jason’s.” I hesitated for a moment. “I know you.” I smiled at Roy then finished my dinner and headed off to bed.  

I was staring at the ceiling lost in thought before I looked at the clock. 1 am. I got up and opened the door to Jason's room. Jason was awake and he was surprise to see me as much as I was surprised to see him.  

“Hey.” He finally said.  

“Hi. I uh...I came to check on you.” Jason nodded.  

“Yeah, I know, Roy came in here about 20 minutes ago. He also said I should expect you every hour?” I closed my eyes in annoyance.  

“Of course, he did. I hate it when he’s right.” Jason chuckled.  

“That’s rare.” I bit the inside of my cheek to try not to laugh.  

“How are you feeling.” I asked. Jason’s eyes went down. Shit. 

“Physically I’m doing better than I was 7 hours ago.” Jason swallowed roughly.  

“Are you feeling ok to eat something or would water be a better option?” Jason seemed to be studying me.  

“Who are you?” That’s fair. I never gave him my name. 

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.” Jason’s eyes lit up slightly.  

“You’re the girl Roy crashed with. I thought you were fake.” I smiled.  

“No, I am very much real. Nice to meet you, Jason.” I said as Jason stuck out his good hand. I held it in mine and shook.  

“Why does Roy call you Cy?” I blinked and let go of his hand.  

“Uh..well it’s short for Cythia.” 

“What is a Cythia?" Jason asked quizzically. “Don't get me wrong it sounds bad ass but...”  

I chuckled.  

“Tell you what, if you drink a full glass of water; I’ll tell you during breakfast.” Jason paused for a moment. Then nodded.  

“Deal.”  

“Help her!” Roy stood in the doorway stunned for a moment. There was a knock on his door, and he thought Y/N had returned from her mission. She left three days ago when Brainiac 5 called her saying he needed her help with Luthor. Jason, who had been hiding out with her and Roy for about 2 months now insisted he was fine. Roy wasn’t too keen on letter Y/N go on a mission with Brainiac 5 but ultimately told her to go.  

“You friend needs you. I understand the panic.” He finally said. Y/N hugged Roy goodbye and waved to Jason. 

“I’ll be back in a week. You're sure you’ll be, ok?” She asked Jason, who smirked.  

“Yeah Doll, I’ll be ok. Roy's here.”  

“I’m aware, that’s why I asked.” Jason laughed as Roy reeled back like he was hurt. 

“Hey! I’m responsible!” Y/N chuckled then grabbed her duffle bag and walked out the door. Once she was gone, Jason spoke up.  

“Miss her already?” Roy shook his head.  

“I don’t trust Brainiac 5. I don’t understand why she keeps in contact with him. Why she helps him.” Jason had seen Roy angry before but damn. It still surprised him how the laid back Roy Harper could be so cold when he wants to.  

“Maybe that’s how she healed?” Jason suggested. Roy started to pace, something he did when he was pissed. About three years ago, Brainiac 5 unlocked the original Brainiac code knowing there was a big chance of corruption. But Brainiac 5 wanted to prove that he was better and brighter than the OG Brainiac. It corrupted Brainiac 5 and destroyed a lot in its wake. When the other legionaries stepped in to try and stop him, so many got hurt. Y/N was one of them. Roy remembered the call he got from Saturn Girl, telling him to get Y/N far away from Brainiac 5 as she could. Brainiac 5 had sliced her back opened almost killing Y/N. If his blade had been a centimeter longer then he would have severed her spine. He did leave a huge scar that ran right down the center of Y/N’s back. Once Y/N was better she didn’t go back to the Legion. 

 “I mean the guy almost killed her AND CAUSES HER CHRONIC PAIN AND...” Roy stopped realizing he was about to spill Y/N business to Jason. It wasn’t his story to tell.  

“Yeah. I know. I heard you guys when we were all in the car 2 months ago.” Jason confessed.  

“I thought you had passed out.” Jason shook his head.  

“Nope. Just too weak to open my eyes.” Roy clenched his jaw. “I still don’t know the whole story but...I’ve see the scar.” Jason muttered almost ashamed. Roy’s eyebrows scrunched together.  

“How?” Jason shifted on his feet.  

“I walked in on her changing about a month ago. She didn’t even notice me I don’t think but her back was towards me. I just had to do a search in a couple databases, and I got the full story.” Jason explained.  

“I just hope she’s ok...” Roy trailed off.  

Today, she hadn't checked in with him or Jason. That was unusual, she always paged Roy and Jason but today, she didn’t contact either one of them. It’s the whole reason he kept the pager on him while she was gone, that was the only way she’d communicate that, and Jason still used one for some reason.  Jason felt something was wrong but hoped he was just being paranoid and now he’s looking at Brainiac 5, the last person he thought he’d see, carrying an unconscious and bleeding Y/N. And on top of all that Roy was frozen with either anger, fear or both.  

“Help her, please!” Brainiac screamed. Jason pushed Roy aside, seeing Y/N in Brainiac 5’s arms.  

“Come on.” He said leading Brainiac 5 inside. Roy finally woke up and ran to get the emergency kit. It’s different than a first aid kit, as it has heavy duty shit. “What happened? Where is she hurt?” Jason asked as Brainiac 5 set Y/N down on the floor. Her face was pale, breathing shallow and her clothes were soaked with blood. He swallowed roughly, she looked dead. 

“She was only down for a second. I didn’t even...” Brainiac 5 trailed off. “Her shoulder and chest. That’s where she’s hit.” Roy pushed Brainiac 5 aside and started to get Y/N out of her clothes. He took off her jacket seeing only a tank top which was soaked in blood underneath.  

“Why isn’t she in her bullet proof suit?” Roy asked frantically, seeing one of the bullet holes was just above her heart.  

“I... told her she didn’t need it when she arrived, she wasn’t going in the line of fire unless necessary, but we were betrayed.” Brainiac 5 explained as he started to remove the bullets still lodged inside Y/N. Jason’s temper flared as did Roy’s but they controlled it for now. The important thing is to keep Y/N alive. After Brainiac 5 removed the bullets, Roy started to stitched his friend closed while Jason bandaged and wrapped the wounds.   “Shit, shit her heart beat is faltering.” Jason said, starting to push on her chest. Starting CPR. 

“She’s lost too much blood, she’s gonna need a transfusion-” Roy started. 

“You.” Brainiac 5 addressed Jason. “You have her blood type.” Jason felt a small wave of hope cover him. He could help her. 

“Then take it.” Roy’s head snapped to Jason who was starting to tie off his arm.   “Dude your still recovering.” Roy said, taking over pumping Y/N heart for her.  

“Roy, we don’t have time to argue, get the needles.” Roy snapped his saw shut and nodded. Brainiac 5 just stared over Y/N’s body, guilt was flooding his system. He should have planned better. Jason grabbed two needles and a tube in order to do the transfusion. Roy inserted one side into Y/N’s arm while Jason did the same to himself. Everyone was silent for a minute. 

“That’s good.” Brainiac finally said, trying to help. Roy nodded to Jason, who pulled the needle out of his arm as Roy mirrored the action for Y/N. “Vitals are returning to normal.” Jason saw her chest start to rise and fall steadily, though the breath was shallow. “She’s gonna be ok...but she needs to rest.” Roy nodded, preparing to pick up his friend until Jason stopped him.     “I got her, you're on clean up.” Jason didn’t hear any protest from Roy, not that he would have listened, and carefully picked up Y/N limp body and carried her into her room. It almost scared him seeing her like this. Cold, pale, almost lifeless.  

“So Roy thought you said Cythia and not Cynthia?” Jason laughed, trying not to choke on pancakes.  

“Shut up. I was really high.” Roy answered grumpily. Y/N shook her head.   “Yeah, you were, but it’s still funny that you still call me Cy.” Y/N said smiling, bumping Roy with her elbow. Jason smiled slightly at the memory. Y/N had kept her promise and told Jason how she and Roy met. It was during Y/N’s time in the Legion, and he was in Young Justice. Roy fell off the deep end once or twice. Y/N was the only one who stayed by his side; Jason was dead then and couldn’t be there for him. Y/N helped Roy get and stay sober, he spent most days on her couch working on riding his addiction. Y/N set him up with a therapist as well. She did so much for him during that time that he was more than happy to help her recover when she was injured.  

Jason lay Y/N down on her bed and covered her with a blanket, keeping her warm. She’ll need some antibiotics. Jason brushed her hair out of her face, just as she had done for him. He didn’t tell Roy, but he woke up to her comforting him, and for a second Jason felt warm. But he was also confused, she treated him so kindly and even jumped between himself and Batman, though she didn’t know his name. Yet, Roy spoke of her as one of the most stone cold fighters he’s ever known.  

“I’m tellin ya, Jaybird. She’s a badass. You’d really like her, she’s moody and sarcastic like you.” Jason sat down next to the sleeping Y/N and took her hand, it was cold, very cold. He bit his lip wondering what to do next, specifically what to do with Roy and Brainiac 5. Roy was going to try to kill him for sure once shock settled. Jason got up and made his way back to Roy.  

“I’m sorry. I am, no one is sorrier than I am. I messed up I got that but-” 

“You better pray she makes it out of this alive. Or I will activate you if it’s the last thing I do.” Jason heard Roy sneer. Roy was staring down the coluan. Roy was bigger and taller than Brainiac 5. Jason put his hand on Roy’s shoulder. “Get out. NOW!” Roy roared. Brainiac 5 clenched his fists.  

“I’m staying until she wakes up, then I’ll go. Ok?”  

“Fine.” Roy said through gritted teeth. With that Brainiac 5 went back thought the door.  

“I’ll be back with some more antibiotics.” Jason shut and locked the door to their safe house, he turned to Roy who was trying to scrub blood off the floor.  

“I want him gone Jaybird. Gone from this place, gone from her life. I want him gone.” Roy whispered. Jason crouched down to Roy’s level.  

“I know. He will be after he knows she’s ok.” Roy shook his head.   “He won’t leave her alone. He’ll try to make-up for his mistake. I want him gone.” Jason didn’t know what to say, he just continued to help Roy clean the safe house. About a half hour later, Brainiac 5 came back.  

“Here, lets hook this up to her.” Brainiac 5 said heading into Y/N’s room. Jason and Roy followed after him. When they turned the corner, Brainiac 5 was standing in front of the doorway.   “Hey move twerp!” Roy snarled pushed Brainiac 5 out of the way. Jason then heard Roy gasp and moved further in letting Jason make his way. Jason then caught the eyes of Y/N opened and alret. She was standing up, looking out the window of her bedroom. As if surveying the aera.  

“Y/N?” Brainiac 5 whispered. She didn’t take her eyes away from Jason. He held her gaze wondering what she was thinking. “Y/N? Are you ok?” Brainiac 5 said carefully making his way over to her. “You shouldn’t be standing.” Y/N huffed a laugh and smiled though no humor was behind it. Tearing her eyes away from Jason, Y/N’s eyes fell on Brainiac 5 

“Are you kidding?” Y/N’s voice was chilling. Roy took a step back and stayed beside Jason. “Am I ok?” Brainiac 5 continued to get closer.  

“You were shot, we were betrayed-” Brainiac 5 started.  

“We? WE? No, we were not betrayed. I was!” Y/N’s voice was rising with every word. “I heard you! You’re not as fucking smart as you think you are.” She said coming towards Brainiac 5. “You-AH!” Y/N screamed as she dropped to her knees holding her shoulder. Jason and Roy rushed to her side. Her eyes were squeezed shut.  

“Breathe through it, we’re right here.” Jason whispered. Y/N inhaled slowly and released it. She then looked up at Brainiac.  

“Get. Out.” She sneered. Roy and Jason helped her stand up. This was too familiar to Jason. Roy and Y/N had helped him like this 3 months ago. Brainiac blinked.  

“I can explain-” 

“I DON’T WANT YOUR EXPLANATION! GET OUT!” Y/N roared, lunging forward. Jason caught her as her knees buckled. Roy, however, grabbed Brainiac by the back of the neck and dragged him out of the room. Jason held Y/N a little longer. He didn’t know what she was thinking until he felt tears on his arms. Y/N wasn’t angry, she was heartbroken. 

“Roy was right.” Y/N whispered to Jason. “I shouldn’t have gone. All he did was fuck me over.” 

Jason pulled her back to her bed and sat her down. He then crouched down in front of her.  

“I didn’t know coluans had dicks.” Y/N choked out a laugh. “Sorry I’m terrible in serious situation.”   Jason whispered with a small smile. Y/N looked up and wiped her tears away. 

“Neither am I. I hate this.” Jason didn’t want to press further. “I assume Brani brought me back here.” Jason nodded. “What happened next? You and Roy patch me up?” Jason nodded again.  

“The green elf took the bullets out and he got you antibiotics too. Wouldn’t leave until he knew you were ok.” Y/N looked away from Jason. He didn’t mention how it was his blood that helped save her.  

“Well now he knows.” Y/N said coldly, she then looked at something behind Jason.  

“He’s gone Cy.” Roy said making his way towards the two, he then took a seat beside Y/N. “We got some pain meds for you...not that you’ll take them but the antibiotics you will be taking.” Y/N hummed.   “Got it.”  

“You should rest.”  

“Not tired.” Roy sighed.   “Just at least try, ok? We’re leaving in the morning.” Y/N cocked her head. “Brain-he is going to be kept far away from you as I can get him. I already called Kori, we are gonna use an old base in an island.” Y/N swallowed and inhaled.   “Ok.” She breathed out. “I’ll rest.” Roy carefully gave Y/N a small hug. Jason stood up and grabbed her hand. Smiling softly, he released it.  

“Night Doll.” With that both him and Roy left the room. Once they were in the kitchen again, Roy spoke up.  

“So, when were you going to tell me you like Y/N?” 

(Pt. 2?)

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Beautiful as an angel.....but sure as hell ain't one

Yondu Udonta x reader

Requested by: @theycallmequeenie @ezras-channel-rat @oblivionzchilde thanks for your request ❤️❤️❤️....here's three cookies for your troubles 🍪🍪🍪

Warnings: Violence, swearing, fluff.

A/n:......did you enjoy your cookies?.......good 😊......🥛🥛🥛 ENJOY THE STORY!!!!

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Y/n jumped out of one of the trees, landing next to Rocket. She clocked one of the men in the face with her fist, and stabbed the other in the shin.

They both fell to the ground, one wailing in pain and the other was knocked the fuck out.

Y/n looked around for more, when she turned to Rocket in fear. A whistle had sounded from the darkness of the woods, and before they knew it an arrow with red in it's trail of flight came barreling out of the forest, and stopped just centimeters from Rockets face.

A dry chuckle could be heard as a blue man, and about thirty of his crew came slowly walking out of the woods.

"Son of a bitch." Y/n cursed. "Yondu....why are you here?"

"Well hello gorgeous." He said as he walked up to her.

Y/n looked around at his crew, they were stealing glances at her. She felt disgusted especially when she saw one ugly mother fucker, he looked like he had a burnt face and yellow eyes.

"Jesus Christ! What happened to you?" She asked.

He was taken aback by her remark, he turned to the rest of the crew behind him and let out a loud obnoxious laugh.

"Damn girly....your lookin good." Yondu circled her and called his arrow back.

Two of his men grabbed Y/n by the arms and went to tug her away, but she wrapped her legs around theirs and pushed them to the ground.

"Hold on there, Y/n. Don't be so aggressive. Your coming with us to answer a few.... questions." Udonta explained.

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Y/n was shoved into a cell with rocket, the burnt face dude fallowed them, along with kraglin and Yondu.

"Now, where were we?" Kraglin asked.

Y/n turned to the burnt fucker....

"Who are you?"

"They call me, taserface."

Rocket and Y/n turned their heads away trying not to laugh.

"Ehem.....alright....taser...ehem...taserface." She said.

Yondu turned to the woman and her fury friend....

"Where is Quill?"

Rocket and Y/n looked at each other, then back at Yondu.

"He went off with his old man." The raccoon said.

"Ego?" Udonta asked.

Y/n nodded and crossed her arms.

"Yep...I guess it's a day for dumbass names, huh?"

Yondu and Kraglin chuckled and glanced at Taserface. He sneered at her and clenched his fists.

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Yondu sat in the captains chair on the deserted bridge, Y/n just happened to walk in and look at a computer console.

"You're human right, Beautiful?" He asked.

Y/n nodded and smiled, she slowly walked up to him while looking around.

"Yep, I'm from Springfield Illinois." She replied.

"Is that near where Quill was from?"

"Missouri is literally the state next to Illinois."

Yondu nodded and faced the front window again, Y/n picked up one of the figures on his control panel and examined it. It was glass, pretty blue and clear.

"Where did you get this, Yondu?"

He turned and gently took it from her, Udonta smiled and held her hand.

"Pretty, ain't it? I got this lil thing on Xandar."

Y/n rested her arm on his shoulder as he set the little doodad back. Yondu gently rubbed her hand and planted a kiss on her wrists as he looked out the front.

She leaned her head on his and smiled, Yondu watched the stars pass by thinking about Y/n and all they've been through. They both had feelings for each other they could sense that, but they didn't know how to say it.

"I love you, Y/n." He whispered.

She knelt down in front of I'm and rested her head on his knee.

"I love you too, Yondu."

"How long?" He asked.

"Since you saved my ass from that big dragon looking fucker in that ice volcano on Raliax 7."

Yondu laughed and ran his fingers through her hair.

"I did save you didn't I?" He asked.

"Mmm, yeah you did. I wanted to kill Kraglin after he threw me in the little jail cell."

"You took out eight of my men, I ordered him to do it!"

"Well they got to close, and I didn't see you at first."

She stood up and sat on Udonta's lap, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, pressing his lips to hers.

"When I see Ego." He said. "I'm gonna kill him."

Y/n giggled. "We'll kill him together."

THE END ❤️

[haileybeehappy]

Ashton Irwin - Tinder

You meet up with some mystery man from tinder. Things go perfectly right.

Lots and lots of smut

(Bad smut but it's smut. First time really writing in a long time)

Please give me feedback

word count - 2.1k

You hated it but you were a horny fuck. You were swiping through tinder and one of the profiles catches your eye. There were no pictures of his face but multiple of his body. You were very very attracted to him. He had some simple moon tattoos on his arms. Some smaller ones on his hands that you couldn’t see because of the positioning of the photo. You swipe right. The two of you don’t match right away but a few minutes later as you’re contemplating swiping on another fella you get a new match and a new message.

Hey beautiful

Well hello handsome

What you on here for?

The usual, one night stands but secretly hoping to fall in love?

Oh, that’s the usual?

I thought that was known

Well, maybe we could meet up and see how it works out?

Sounds like a plan.

You free tonight?

Are you?

For you? Definitely.

Well then, wanna meet up?

I have a hotel room at the Garden Inn, room 220. See you soon?

Yeah, give me an hour.

See you soon princess.

I’ll let the front desk know. Last Name Irwin

You were shocked that you were doing this. Here you were shaving your legs to go meet a man you’ve never met that could potentially murder you. You took a whole fifty minutes and now you look and smell of a snack. Shaving every hair off your body, except the obvious. Luckily you had your… Lowers waxed a few days ago. You also moisturized from head to toe and curled your hair the best you could in twenty minutes. Then you were on your way. You made sure you had your mini taser and mace. Better to be embarrassed than dead.

You found your way to the hotel. It was a nice ass hotel. Like Valet and security guards, the lady at the front desk gave you a look when you entered. You weren’t exactly expecting such a nice hotel. You were in some jeans that were a size too tight and a very revealing top. You knew she knew what you were here for.

“Um, my friend is staying here. Room 220, Last name Irwin,” She pretended to type something into the computer. Looked back and forth between you and the screen.

“West wing on the left,” She turned her head to her coworker and mouthed something and giggled. You just ignored her and moved up to the room. It took you a solid ten minutes to find the room. It took a minute until you built up the courage to knock. He opened the door and you were stunned. He was beautiful. He had jet black hair and wearing just a pair of black skinny jeans and tank. He had tattoos on his arms and he was holding a glass of amber liquid.

“Hi,” you squeaked out. He smiled and moved out of the way and made room for you to enter the room. You quickly brisked in and he closed the door behind him.

“You are very brave,” He joked. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?”

“Yeah, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do,” he nods knowingly and moves further into the room. You follow him, you put your bag in a chair near the bed. You sit on the bed, scootching up to the headboard.

“So? Have you done this before?” You ask.

“Will you leave if I say yes?”

“No, probably not,” you smile. He sets his cup down on the side table and turns to you.

“Sorry, I’ve just never done anything like this before. I honestly don’t know what to do,” He sits at the end of the bed.

“Well we can just get into it or we can make it awkward and watch a movie and cuddle and eventually fuck?” He cracks a smile and stands back up pulling the tank top over his head with one hand from the nape of his neck.

“Might as well just jump in,” You let out a laugh and bring yourself up to your knees and waddle walk over to him on your knees.

“Lets jump in,” He grabs you by the back of your neck and molds his lips to yours. You gasp into his mouth. You bring your hands up his body feeling the muscles in his abdomen. His arms move down your back, grasp your ass and he lifts you up.

“Oh fuck,” You yelp. He smiles into the kiss and then tosses you back onto the bed. You land and he's already crawling over you. He’s up on his knees looking down on you. You feel like prey being hunted.

“You have no idea what you’re in for,” He growls. His hands are hooked into the sides of your jeans.

“Show me,” you taunt. With that he pulls the jeans down your legs and throws them off the bed. He yanks you down and brings himself face level to your clothed cunt. He looks at you with a raised brow like he was asking permission. You give him a nod and instantly starts kissing your thighs. Your knees fell to the side and his hands grazed over the outside of your thighs and you could feel the calluses on the palms of his hands. His kisses over your center. His hands hook your panties. You lift your hips and allow him to pull the fabric off your body.

“Fucking beautiful,” He mutters more to himself than to you. Your hand goes down to his head and you push his face into you. You can feel him smile against you as he begins to lick at you. Your head falls back to the pillow and porn star like moans fall from your lips. You had never really been a fan of being eaten out but this man knew what he was doing.

“Please don’t stop,” you fist his hair in your hand and push his face harder into you. He lets out a groan, you pull your hand off his head thinking he wants you to stop. He gets up to look at you and brings your hand back to his head.

“You don’t stop either,” You smile down at him and nod. You pull at his hair as he continues his gold work. You then feel his fingers playing at your entrance. Your hips thrust at the motion and he obliges and pushes into you.

“Oh fuck,” his fingers curve inside of your wetness and push against your G spot almost instantly. Your back raises off the bed, your hands move from his head to the sheets grasping the fabric needing to ground yourself to something before you float away. He keeps hitting all your perfect spots before you are just before your orgasm he stops and pulls himself away from you.

“Fuck you,” You groan. A shit eating, well pussy eating grin across his face.

“That’s what I’m trying to do sweetheart,” He jumps off the bed and undoes the button on his jeans and slips them down his legs. His boxers soon follow. He pulls you to the edge of the bed and you let out a yelp. “Shirt off, please,” He gestures to your top. You pull the top off your body and your breasts fall free of the restraints.

“Fuck,” He pushes you back onto the bed and his hands bring yours up above your head and he holds them there pinned. His other hands drift to your nipple and begins to play with the sensitive flesh.

“Please I just want to feel you,” You whimper. He begins kissing your neck.

“Ask and you shall receive,” He turns and runs to the bathroom and you let out a laugh at him scampering out naked. He comes back with a small foil packet in hand. He comes to the edge of the bed and you smile and sit up. He stands in front of you and you reach out and grasp him in your hand. You pump him a few times and bring your mouth to him, you look up at and you wrap your lips around his tip.

“Thought you wanted to feel me,” He groans through gritted teeth. Your mouth leaves his member with a pop.

“I just wanted a taste,” you grab the condom from his hand and rip the packaging open. Placing it on his cock and rolling it down his length. He pushes you back onto the bed and crawls over you. He pokes at your entrance. “Just fuck me already,” you basically scream.

“Yes ma’am,” with that he pushes into you. Bottoms out, without letting you adjust he begins to pump into you.

“Fuck you’re huge,” your hands grasp around his back and you dig your nails into his back. Pulling down his back hopefully leaving red marks. He attaches himself to your neck and begins sucking at the sensitive skin. “Please, harder,” You whine into his ear.

“You’re mine, you understand?” You nod. “Tell me,”

“I’m yours, all yours,” He groans.

“Such a pretty little slut, taking daddy’s cock so good,” He brings himself up, supporting him on one arm and the other wraps around your throat. You grab his hand and squeeze it around giving him permission. He lets out a moan and begins thrusting harder.

“Daddy please,” You moan out and he pulls out, grabs you by your hips and flips you over. He pulls you back to the edge of the bed. And buries himself in you. He grabs your ass and digs fingers in. “Hurt me,” He brings his hand down and slaps your ass. again and again and again syncing it with his thrusts.

“If you keep, fuck,” he lays another smack on you. “If you keep squeezing me like that I’m going to come,” you squeeze him tightly. He smacks your ass a few more time then grasps your sore cheek in his hands. You feel his hips sputter. He reaches around to your front and plays with your clit. With the stinging of your ass, him playing with your clit and ramming into your G spot you come undone around him.

“Fuck daddy please,” The feeling of you coming makes him tip over the edge. He stills after a few second and pressing himself harder into you. You collapse into the bed and he follows in suit. Laying next to you. He pulls you into him, you rest your head on his chest,

“That was amazing,” You sigh. Your body relaxes for the first time in a long time.

“It was great,” his hand rubs along your back running his finger up and down your spine. “Please tell me you have another round in you?” You shake your head and he lets out a little laugh.

“I need a nap first,” He pulls you on top of him.

“Sounds like a plan princess,” You nestle yourself into his chest. You feel your body become heavy and your eyes begin to close. His hand is still running along your back and he has begun to hum. The feeling and nature of it all makes you feel safe and completely comfortable. You usually never fall asleep after a one night stand but they’re never this good. Just as your body sets into sleep you feel him turn you over and he’s holding you.

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You wake up and the man from last nights arms are wrapped around your waist. Damn this man fucked the daylight out of you and you don’t know his name. Only Irwin. Hm. Oops.

You lift your body up and look at the alarm clock. The green numbers display the time 3:40. You go to pull yourself away from him but his grasp tightens around you.

“You can’t sneak away from me,” He mumbles into your shoulder.

“I’m just trying to pee,” He scoffs and releases you.

“Come back soon,” He turns and wraps his arms around a pillow. You rush off to the bathroom and do your business. You stand naked in front of the mirror. Your neck and breasts are covered in red splotches. You like the fact that he has marked you as his even though you know nothing of the man. You turn your body and see the soft pink marks on your ass.

“Fuck,” You see the man apear in the mirror behind you. His hands go and grasp your ass.

“Good morning,” His hair is in disarray. You lean against him.

“I still don’t know your name,” You grasp his hand in yours in front of your body. You’re looking at his through the mirror.

“Ashton,” He smiles and kisses the top of your head.

“Cute,” He pulls you back into the bedroom and you both fall into the bed.

“Now, round two?” a laugh escapes your lips and you nod.

“Yes please,”

[abimess]

Recklessly in love

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

So I can’t answer directly to the request as I accidently deleted the ask because I’m ✨ stupid ✨ But I saved it, so it’s fine I guess lol

Anyway, hi, anon! Thanks for the request =) I don’t know if that was what you were hoping for, but I hope you liked it either way.

Good Reading!

Request: “hey! I saw your requests were open and I'm very bad at explaining things, but I wanted to attempt so- can you write something where the reader and wanda get into fight? and wanda says how she can't believe they put up w/ the reader so long (i got this from a prompt btw- also i feel like im typing a lot for a request)? in then they make up and stuff. thank you!”

Summary: your stupid actions almost end up in a broken heart.

Word count: 1.054

Warnings: language; angst; fluff

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

Masterlist | Library Blog (Read on: Wattpad | AO3)

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You were fifteen when you gained your abilities. You were visiting a science museum with your classmates and after a radioactive experiment went wrong, you started having this special healing power.

It didn’t take long for the Avengers to recruit you and start to train you. And as the years gone by you realized that you were kinda invincible. It’s not that you couldn’t die, but you most probably wouldn’t.

So like this you became… reckless? It’s not that you wanted to get hurt or anything, but since bruises and wounds only affected you for like, ten seconds, life was getting kinda boring. So you started doing things to avoid feeling bored, such as jumping from high building during missions when you clearly didn’t have to or fighting way more enemies than you could handle.

Also, being friends with Peter didn’t help. When you weren’t in a mission, you two always managed to do the most stupid stuff. Last week, you two were competing to see who would last longer being tasered. But before you could find out the winner, Nat stopped you, taking the tasers away. You weren’t sure, but you think she was trying to suppress a smile as she walked away.

The rest of the team always complained about your behavior, but after years they just gave up trying to stop you. Well, except for Wanda. Your girlfriend hated your antics more than anything. Whenever you did something so called stupid she would be furious and you would have to apologize for at least one week (more if it was too stupid even for your standards).

On the last mission, you decided to jump from the moving truck, just cause the mission was accomplished and you didn’t have anything else to do. While you stood up, with the bruises and broken bones already healing, Wanda showed up in front of you, her eyes glowing red.

"Do you like moving cars that much, (Y/N)? Fine then!" She snarls at you after arguing for a while and then throws a car at you. You thought it was funny that she was throwing a two tons object at you since she was worried about you getting hurt in the first place, but seeing how furious she was, you kept the thought to yourself.

Knowing how mad she gets when you do your shenanigans, you decide to do them behind her back. Living in the same place, it obviously didn’t always work. So that’s how you got yourself in your current situation.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" She said, irritation clear in her voice as she notices what you and Peter are doing. You are tied to the wall while Peter were throwing knives at you. The two of you looked at her apprehensively, but before you could say anything. She turns to leave the gym. "That’s enough for me." You hear her say as she disappears through the door and you feel your stomach sink.

You untie yourself as fast as you can and take of the helmet you were using before running after her. "Hey, babe." You call her but she doesn’t stop." It was not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?!" She finally turns to look at you, her face in pure disbelief. "Peter were throwing knives at you, (Y/N)! How can this not be a big deal?!"

"I was wearing a helmet." You joke, but she only looks more furious. "Besides, Peter has a terrible aim, he only got like four or five right."

"Oh my god, you cannot be serious right now." She says, laughing in disbelief. "Come on, babe, that was not…"

"Don’t! I can’t believe I put up with you for this long." She interrupts you and your brain stops for a second, as her words sank in. Realizing what she just said, she puts her hands over her mouth. "(Y/n/n), I…"

"No." This time it's you that interrupt her, your voice low and feeling your eyes begin to burn. You just want to get out of there. "It’s okay." You say in a whisper and walk towards your room. When she doesn’t call you back, you start to cry.

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Later that day, you decide not to show up for dinner. The last thing you wanted was to cry in front of the team or see Wanda. You don’t know which would be worse. As you were laid down miserably on your bed, you hear a knock on your door.

Getting up takes all your energy, but you do so and you open the door, reveling Wanda on the other side. By her puffy eyes, you know she’s been crying as well.

"Can we talk?" She asks slowly, spinning the rings on her fingers. You just signal for her to enter. When she does so, you close the door and turns to look at her, hands in your pockets. "I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I didn’t mean it. I was just… It’s so scary, you know? I lost my parents and then I lost Pietro." She pauses, tears now rolling down her face. "You’re all I have, and every time you get hurt, I feel like I might lose you too."

Her words hit you hard. You have never thought of it that way. You always wanted to be there for her, be the one she can rely on and always feels safe with. Instead, you were being the trigger to her worst fears. Acknowledging this, your breath hitches heavily as you start to cry as well.

"Wanda, I’m so sorry." You say, walking towards her. "I had no idea you felt that way." You put your hands on her waist and she places her hands on your chest. When you rest your forehead against hers, she closes her eyes. "I never wanted to hurt you. Never. I love you so much."

"I love you too." She says, her words practically inaudible. "I’m not doing those things again, ok? I’m not hurting you anymore, I promise." You assure her and she nods lightly, kissing you next.

Your lips meet in a salty, gentle kiss and you think about the conversation you just had and the promise you just made that you'll happily get to keep for the rest of your life.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

[captain-yeet]

Tantrum (Volturi x Reader)

Summary: First they break into your house, expecting you help without question. Then, an argument? All while you had a headache? Not today.

Word count:1.3k

Warnings: Foul language. That’s all. A lot of the word “fuck”.

Authors note: Me writing??? And in FIRST PERSON POV? A change, for sure. I hope you guys like this. I was inspired purely by the concept of the reader going full-blown Wanda Maximoff on my two favourite Volturi men like she does in Wandavision with Monica. Also this is my 4,420th post hell yeeeeee.

Peace and quiet were two things I highly valued when I was relaxing at home. I liked being able to shed the stress from my bad days and decompress in the comfort and safety of my own home.

Today, was not one of those days, and I blamed it entirely on the three vampires that decided today was the day that they would become additional stress factors in my life.

The day had been hard. Slamming the door with a little too much force, I sighed as I turned the lock on my front door and threw my keys at the general direction of the counter. They missed, just slightly landing on the edge of it and falling quickly to the floor, the loud jingle hurting my budding migraine.

I sighed heavily, staring at the keys on the floor. I didn't feel like picking them up. They weren't gonna go anywhere, so why bother?

"Aren't you going to pick those up?" A smooth, amused voice asked from the couch.

Jumping in shock, I reached into my purse slung over my shoulder and began reaching for my taser, only to stop as my eyes landed on the source of the noise.

Two very familiar men and one unfamiliar man sat in my living room, watching me. All of them had a pale pallor to their skin and each of them had matching red eyes.

My shoulder slumped in defeat. "Why do your kind insist on breaking and entering? Don't you have any sense of, I don't know, common decency?"

The one who spoke stood up, running a hand through his blond hair. "Common decency went out the window with the immortality, love."

His smart remark earned chuckles from the two other men on the couch.

"Demetri," I groaned, rubbing my temple. "Why are you like this?"

"You love me."

"I really don't."

"That's not what you said the last time we were in the area -"

Heat rising in my face, I got defensive. That smug little - "I was drunk. Don't go taking anything a human says seriously when they're both A) a sappy lightweight, and B), very very drunk."

The unfamiliar vampire, a dark-skinned man with locs tied into a bun, spoke up for the first time. "Dare I ask?"

"What do you want?" I cut to the chase, wanting nothing more than to sleep. Soft rain was falling outside; I loved sleeping when it was raining and the weather was moody. These three vampires stood in the way of me getting some peaceful - and hopefully healing in the sense of my migraine - nap time.

"We need your help. Your gift, specifically," the third vampire spoke; Felix.

I shut my eyes for a moment. The last thing I need is to deal with their cover's drama. "Volturi bullshit in my house? I'd rather not."

Demetri took a small step forward, his face pleading. "Please, Y/N, hear us out."

And so they told me what was going on. A rogue vampire had decided that he wanted to make a coven that rivaled the Volturi out of himself, his two coven mates and a bunch of freshly made vampires. He was gifted with the power to manipulate metal; they wanted my own gifts to act as a shield to that power.

"So lemme get this straight; you expect me to be your little human shield against this Magneto vamp and for... what in return? Getting to live?”

 “That about sums it up,” Felix commented, earning a snarl from Demetri. Felix’s eyes widened in exasperation, turning half his body toward his friend. “What!? You know that’s the case, Aro himself said so.”

 “I won’t allow that,” Demetri argued, his jaw tense from gritting his teeth.

 “You don’t get to decide that.”

 “Like hell I do and you, and all three of them know it.”

Demetri’s voice reminded me of honey. It was sweet, inviting, I could honestly listen to it forever. I’d never admit it out loud but I liked his voice a lot. Felix’s voice was deep, it partially reminded me of thunder beginning to rise in power. 

Right now though, it was crashing as hard as a rough storm could, and Demetri’s voice as sweet and pleasant as it was, was rising to match Felix’s.

It made my head hurt.

Without thinking, I raised my hands, fingers reaching out, at both of them. A red energy enveloped them, a matching red appearing to encase my palms and fingers. They each let out noises of surprise as they began to leave their seats and hover above them, both men looking at me in shock.

The third vampire watched on in surprise and faint concern. Like he wasn’t sure if he should step in or watch and see what happens.

 “Y/N!?” Demetri shouted, his vermillion eyes wide with shock and betrayal.

I shushed him, closing my eyes again but not letting up on my hold of the two. “Please,” I whispered. “I have a very, very bad migraine. It’s been a long day. I’m tired. I want to take my fucking pants off and have a nap while it’s raining. That’s all I wanted. But you-”

Adding emphasis to the last word, I lifted them higher in the air. “You undead, annoying, pain in my fucking ass bitch boys decided ‘Let’s go and make unfair demands of Y/N today that she can’t refuse or else we kill her. Oh, and let’s argue really obnoxiously in her house while we’re at it’.” I kept my voice low, still a whisper; it was gentler on my pounding head and I knew they could hear it.

Now the third vampire was grinning. He’d sat forward in his seat, enthusiastically watching me lose my temper like it was a suspenseful movie unfolding before him.

 “I will help you. What choice do I have?” I continued, opening my eyes again. “But for the love of fuck, please, I am begging you, stop arguing and keep your voices down before my head explodes?”

I lowered them back onto the couch, and sat down on the floor, breathing heavily. The room was very quiet. I could only hear the pounding of my head accompanied by my heart beating out of my chest.

 “Forgive us,” Demetri said quietly.

I looked up to meet his gaze. He was looking at me with shame written across his features, his eyes dark. 

 “That was quite the show,” the third vampire butted in, chuckling softly to himself. Seeing my confused expression, his eyes lit up as if suddenly remembering something. “The name’s Santiago, by the way. Lovely meeting you, Miss Y/N. I’m a fan.”

I frowned, taken back by the ‘I’m a fan’ comment. “Thank you for not causing a ruckus like these two, I guess,” I replied, gently jerking my head towards Felix and Demetri.

 “So you’ll help us?” Felix asked, catching your attention. Turning to look at him, I saw that he had the same bashful expression as Demetri. Nodding in response, he nodded to himself. “Right, okay. Thank you Y/N.”

The three vampires stood up, gathering themselves. “We’ll meet here tomorrow evening. We have some reconnaissance work to do prior to the job.” Demetri approached me and offered his hand. Feeling the exhaustion catch up, I took it. The coldness of his skin felt soothing. “Get some rest, love,” he murmured as I stood to my feet.

The three Volturi guards took their leave at last - out the front door this time, instead of through the window they’d so kindly helped themselves through - and I made my way to my bed, shedding my shoes, my socks and my pants as I went.

The soft plushness of my bed made me let out an obscene moan; I hoped they were far away enough that they didn’t hear it. Worming my way under the covers, I laid my head on the pillow and shut my eyes. Stupid handsome vampires, I thought to myself, as sleep finally took me.

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again, your new john stones fic blew me away!!! Amazing. Please feel free to write about him all day every day!! <3

thank you again!! here’s another sweet one inspired by my own 1am experience tonight :) i wish I had a john stones

My hero

Your heart is quite literally thundering in your chest. There’s no feeling like it, this kind of fear that sticks you to the ground beneath your feet. You honestly feel like you can’t catch your breath, tears streaking down over your flushed cheeks as you hold your phone in your right hand with trembling fingers, one thumb finally letting go of the little microphone shaped drawing in your iMessages app. Even the whooshing sound of the message you knew was about to send to your best friend catches you off guard, making your shoulders clench and raise in fright.

“Are you seriously alright??”

She texts back, her confusion and teasing is something you know is laced into those letters across the screen creating a glow in the dim room. You roll your eyes at her, trying to keep your vision up while sending another voice note back; “No, seriously. Why does this only ever happen when I’m alone??”

“Probably because you live alone?” She replies back, and you curse yourself for a choice of friends who clearly have no empathy for what you consider to be a very serious situation. You know you won’t hear the end of this teasing once it’s all over. But the fear to you is all too real.

“(Y/n) I got your text! Came right here, are you alright?”

The sudden voice makes you literally clench your entire body, nearly shooting off the floor in fright and making one of those internalised fear noises that sounds like you just been attacked with a taser. You hear keys dropping down by the door and then a pause of his footsteps as you try to catch your breath. Your heart swells a little at the thought of him being here.

“John!” You yelp, your voice coming out something more like a strangled cry. The tall defender hears that sound and finds himself in panic, those long legs carrying him quickly and easily up the stairs of your small home until he spots you standing now in the doorway of your bedroom. He rushes towards you, seemingly checking you over for potential injuries the best he can in the darkness only broken by the lowest setting of flashlight on your phone. The first thing he notices when checking over your face with his hands is the wetness still making its way over your cheeks.

“Are you alright? what happened? Is there someone in there? Are you okay? Did someone hurt-“

You cut off his rambling with a finger over his lips, creating even more confusion for the fluffy haired brunette who had very clearly rolled himself out of bed to hurry over here. He was wearing shoes without socks, dirty shorts from training that he’d thrown off before going to bed only to pull back in to come to your, and an old sweater that usually sat somewhere downstairs in the closet closest to the door. It was obvious he had come in a wild rush the second he got your erratic message.

“It’s a wasp, John!” You whisper, as if the little creature that sitting on your lightbulb unwilling to move from the place you couldn’t reach and wouldn’t dare to even if you could, was able to hear you.

“A wasp?” John repeats incredulously. “Seriously?”

You nod vigorously, and and as much as the exhausted footballer wants to complain or even sigh at you, he doesn’t. Maybe he can’t. Because he’s got his arms around you and he definitely can feel you quivering against him. He had expected something more along the lines of a one night stand gone wrong or even someone breaking it, but as his consciousness began to catch back up with his previously very sleepy self, it made a lot more sense. In the event of a break in, you would probably have been bloody calmer than you are now to be honest. John had seen you after a pretty dangerous car crash completely still and relatively calm as you gave statements to police officers with blood still trickling down your face. But put an insect in your path and you scaled the closest thing to you for protection.

It just so happened that closest thing was often John Stones, and he was happy to be that person really.

It has become a norm between the two of you in the years you had been friends. Winter was the worst for spiders, but he generally didn’t mind the mildly irritating insects. He just got rid of them one way or another while you hid as far as you could get and then he’d come get you when the coast was clean. But you hated summer for this particular reason.

Wasps.

They fly in, fly into things and somehow never make it back on the window on their own despite it being the most easy thing one could ever imagine. Then, they try and sting you as if they aren’t in your house. They just creep you out, even the sight of them with their nasty little bodies. Bees aren’t a problem, they’re fuzzy looking and don’t intrude in your home nearly half as much. Also, they don’t try to sting you all the damn time.

“Where abouts?” He asks, his voice showing no hint of any destain or irritation he may harbour. “On the light,” you tell him shakily, following close to him back as you both enter the room. “Right up there- careful!”

John sniggers a little to himself, much to your dismay. He kicks off his shoes by your bedside table and climbs up onto the bed with ease on those ridiculously long legs. By luck, chance or both, he has some toilet paper in his hoodie pocket that he’d probably used to wipe his nose or something like that earlier, he can’t remember. He holds it out at arms length, only inches away form the unsuspecting black and yellow insect. “Where?” He asks again, “I can’t see anything.”

“There!” You insist, pointing up with a shaking finger. “I don’t see anything (y/n).” He repeats, making you whimper slightly, more tears suddenly appearing as you try to come to terms with the fact it might’ve moved while you were outside the room. The thought of having to sleep in your house while not knowing where it was would send you absolutely mental. “It was there I swear, look-“

“Ahhh, I got it. Stand back.”

He leans forward with relative ease, careful with the force he used so close to a live electric source and grips the buzzing creature in his tissue. “There we go,” he hums, stepping down from the bed. “All go-“

As if on cue, it flies out of the paper and you let loose a literal shriek as you dive backwards, crashing into the wall and then jumping forward in fright at that. “Woah!” John calls, “it’s alright, it’s right there. Calm, calm. Take a deep breath. Look,” he tries to calm you. That deep accent with his fatigue coating each word seeps into you, carefully calming your firing heart as he grabs it tighter from the floor, making sure he squashed it this time and immediately takes it to flush it down the toilet. John doesn’t know if you’re supposed to kill them or not, but at this moment in time he genuinely does not care. Was he fuck going to chase a wasp out of a window at half past one in the morning. Not a chance.

When he returns from the bathroom now empty handed, you still seem upset.

“That was scary.” You announce.

John smiles, pearly whites all on display. “I noticed.” He teases, making you scowl tiredly at him.

That scowl falters when his smile breaks into a light, soft laugh and he moves to stand in front of you. You absolutely don’t mind the fact that he’s babying you a little, using the sleeves of his sweater to wipe your cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and taking you into his strong arms. In fact, it’s very much welcomed. His arms are the safest place in the world to you and even the residual discomforted shivers from the concept of a wasp in your bedroom couldn’t get through that defender. He looks after a lot more than just the Manchester City goal line. No, he’s the sole defender of something much more precious that he doesn’t even realise.

Your heart.

“You okay now?” He asks softly, his tired voice rumbling through you. You nod against him, “Feeling a bit better. Thank you Stonesy.” You mumble, words muffled by the muscled chest that your face his resting against. “Anything for you, lovely.” He responds easily, pulling back from you in a way that aches his heart. The sudden lack of your warmth and presence against him is utterly brutal. He loves holding you, but hates it in the same breath. He would love to hold you if it was something he got to do freely instead of fleetingly.

His eyes are stuck watching you sit down on the edge of your bed to grab your phone and check the time with an element of shock rolling through your eyes when you realise it’s nearly two.

“You got training tomorrow?” You ask sweetly, a yawn following the tail end of your words adorable in a way that makes John’s heart flutter like a teenage boy. He nods, “Not till after dinner though, around 5.”

It’s your turn to nod, seeming to be chewing over something in thought as you lie down in the middle of your bed.

“Wanna stay then?”

John has to pretend to think about it at least a little bit so he doesn’t look like he’s jumping right up at the opportunity, which is exactly what he wants to do. “Why not,” he shrugs, chucking off his hoodie to the foot of your bed, “Scoot over.”

He clambers in, long limbs moving nowhere near as coordinated as they are on the pitch as he lays down by your right. It’s like a familiar dance, one you both know so well as you shuffle around so you can lay against his chest, one leg hooked over him as his arm wraps around you to pull you even closer. A silence falls between you as he feels your eyelashes fluttering shut, tickling his chest. He can’t find that same relaxation, can’t seem to shut his eyes for the thoughts flying through his mind all at once.

“I should teach you how to catch them.” John states, rumbling voice interrupting the peaceful quiet in which you had nearly found sleep. “You know, for the future.” He adds almost flippantly. Almost.

“Why?” You hum groggily, sleep croaking your voice ever so slightly. “I got you.”

John has to pretend your half asleep admission doesn’t send his heart flying into his throat. You do always have him, right there in the palm of your hand. Always.

“I don’t think other guys would appreciate me barging into their house in the middle of the night.” He suggests, making you quirk an eyebrow in question, but you still don’t look up at him and he isn’t even sure if you’ve got your eyes fully open. “No other guys here,” you state, “Single, living all alone.” You add lazily. The words almost make John wonder if he has fallen asleep, each one spoke playing straight into the dream he’s had for years for you to be his.

“Yeah, I know but…but there will be, at some point.” He suggests. You give no response for a moment and he briefly thinks you’ve fallen asleep at some point in this conversation.

“Bet those other guys wouldn’t come get rid of wasps for me in the middle of the night like you do.”

“Maybe,” John shrugs, “but I think there’s plenty of guys like that, especially for you.”

He feels you shake your head against him, your words decisive as you speak;

“There are no guys like you, John Stones.”

His words and his breath are caught on his throat, his heart erupting in his chest as he replays those words in his mind, trying to figure out if he had actually just heard them or if his tired mind was playing tricks on him because it was so late and he hadn’t had enough sleep.

But then you look up at him with tired eyes and a sweet smile. You know what you’ve just done, know the bomb you’ve just dropped and you’re hoping with everything crossed that he feels the same way.

“You’re my hero, Stonesy.” You say softly, your voice now a little sheepish and he can barely just make out the flush of your cheeks in the dim room lighting. “And I love you with everything I have.”

He doesn’t know what to say, his eyes wide as his heart beats as erratically as he had felt yours beating when he first arrived with fear coursing through his veins thinking you were in some kind of mortal peril.

“John?” You ask timidly, voice sheepish as you sit up in fear.

“Sorry,” he rumbles, pushing himself to a seated position, allowing him to lean forward and slide his hand around the back of your head to pull you into him, your lips crashing down onto his.

It’s just about everything he’s ever wanted.

“God I love you.” He says against your lips, a groan leaving his throat from pure satisfaction, pure relief of finally getting those words off of his chest. You giggle, resting back against his chest. “Can we sleep now, please?”

He nods, both of you shuffling so you can resume the position you had been in before a life changing confession that had spun you and the Barnsley brunette into the kiss that had been years in waiting. This was the happiest either of you had probably ever been.

“Guess we have the wasps to thank for this eh?” John lulls just as sleep is about to encompass you. He feels you shiver against him, the hairs on your arms immediately raising to attention at the mention of that which you hate so much.

“Don’t say that! That’s basically an invitation for them to invade my house!” You hiss, giving his chest a gentle swat as he pulls you closer to his side.

“Let them come,” he says almost triumphantly, “You got me now, always.”

You cosy yourself against him, a soft sigh of complete content and comfort tickling his chest as it dances across him. He feels that gentle smile that settles onto your gestures as your heavy eyes allow sleep to truly begin to take you.

“Always,” you mumble, words diluted by sleep “My hero.”

[pilot-boi]

What is the status of Fren(Frog Ren) and Nora?

((He’s fren :]))

Nora is ushering avians up the stairs and through to the main lobby. “Guys come on, we’re almost out!” she yells, holding the door open. Roman sprints past her and-

“What the hell?!”

The sound of too bodies colliding and falling gracelessly to the floor.

Great. This was all going a bit too smoothly.

Nora whirls away from the door, leaving it ajar so Mercury (carrying Emerald) can shoulder his way through if he chooses. All she sees is Roman laying on the ground groaning in pain, and she growls.

Her grip tightens on her hammer, the taser sparking at the end. They’re so close, they’re so god damn close-

“Wait! Stop-!”

She roars and swings it at whoever is there.

And with a screeching clang, the hammer comes to a halt without hitting anything soft. Nora frowns and looks down. Roman is groaning, and rubbing his head. A thing blade perpendicular to her weapon is the only thing keeping it from impacting.

And below the head of her hammer, barely an inch away, is Weiss’s terrified looking face.

“Oh shit!” Nora springs back, hammer dropped to the ground. “Oh shit, Weiss are you okay??” She reaches down and pulls her friend up, hands hovering over her. “Fuck I could’ve really hurt you! I didn’t even look, my brain just went boom enemy! If you hadn’t blocked-”

“Nora,” a calm voice says, cutting off her panicked rambling. A hand on her shoulder, and she looks up. Ren smiles down at her, and she can almost feel the tension leave her body. “Nora she’s okay. It’s been a long night.”

“I’d say,” Weiss grumbles, climbing to her feet and wiping down her skirt. “We essentially mugged a man earlier and stuffed him in a closet.”

“It was necessary,” Ren protests, looking slightly abashed.

“You guys got to mug someone??” Nora yelps. She groans dramatically and slumps. “You got all the fun jobs.”

“Wasn’t your job to crawl through an air vent?”

“Details. I’ve just been climbing stairs with these guys forever!”

“Speaking of…” Ren murmurs, glancing over at Mercury and Emerald, and Roman on the ground. The avians are all watching the new people warily, slowly inching away. Ren takes his hands off his blades and raises them peacefully. “We’re not going to hurt you, we’re here to help.”

“Oh yeah, course,” Nora says, bonking herself on the forehead. “These are my friends!” she explains, gesturing to Ren and Weiss. “They kept the surveillance busy so me and Ruby could sneak down to you guys.”

“Friends?” Mercury asks, holding Emerald a little closer. “I guess you did just attack one of them and then apologize.”

“Okay, red flag,” Nora says, heaving Roman up. “Friends don’t attack each other.”

Emerald scoffs weakly. “Yes they do!” She gestures to the bruises littering her face. “How do you think I got these?”

Weiss shudders, and Ren tenses. “There’s a lot wrong with those statements,” he says quietly. “But we can talk about that later.”

“Preferably after we get you to a hospital,” Weiss interjects.

Ren nods and gestures towards the door. “We need to get you three out of here,” he says.

“What about Ruby?!” Nora asks at the same time that Roman says “What about Neo?!”

“I don’t know who Neo is,” Ren admits. “But Ruby will be fine.” Nora looks doubtful, her tail lashing fretfully. “Our job is to get the avians out, she wouldn’t want us to wait around for her and maybe get hurt.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Mercury replies, trudging towards the door.

Roman runs after him, walking beside him and arguing. “But Neo!” He grabs one of Mercury’s arms, but his friend doesn’t even seem to notice. “We can’t just leave her here!”

“We’re not, she said she would catch up and she will.”

“No!” Roman yells, jumping in front of him. “It’s my fault she’s in here in the first place!” he cries, shaking slightly. “We can’t- I can’t just leave her here!”

“Roman, we have to go,” Emerald says softly. “If you get hurt, it’ll only hurt her. And besides…” She reaches out a hand, and puts it on his shoulder. “She would want you to go, even if it meant leaving her behind.”

Roman swallows thickly, and looks at the ground.

But he still nods.

“You guys ready to go?” Nora calls softly, holding the front door open. Weiss and Ren stand behind her, already outside.

The avians stare at her, disbelief setting in. Freedom. It’s right there. It hasn’t really seemed real until right this second. They haven’t really allowed themselves to believe that it’s true. But now the door is right there.

Why are they hesitating?

Maybe because they know deep down that a part of them can never leave this place.

Roman glances over and grasps Emerald’s hand. Her other hand is gripped tightly on one of Mercury’s. They came into this place alone. Alone and terrified. They’re all still terrified, probably even more so.

But they’re going to leave this place together.

The avians take the last steps into freedom, tears flooding their eyes when they taste the first fresh air they’ve had in more than ten years.

[quillsandtypos]

Nighttime Confidence

Summary: reader and the band are having a sleepover in Julie's studio and the late hours are starting to get to the reader

Pairings: luke patterson x reader

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: lil bit of cussing and tickling and the reader doing a minorly dangerous stunt

"Oh my god I'm gonna fucking die," you groaned.

Luke pretended to be hurt. "Do you really not trust me that much?"

"Yes!"

"Maybe I'll just drop you on purpose," he offered.

"Don't you dare," you said, backing up a couple steps.

He grinned at you and pulled you back, "Trust me you're gonna be fine," he assured you.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, you just didn’t trust that you were going to land on his shoulders, without breaking anything.

But your worries began to fade into more of an anticipation as your friends watched you with excited looks on their faces. Besides, you were doing it in front of a couch for a reason, right?

“Okay, I’ll do it,” you reluctantly agreed.

“Yes!” cried Reggie.

Julie just facepalmed, “I’m not sure if it would be better to watch or just look away.”

“Julie, you gotta watch, you’re the only alive person here who could save me,” you realized.

“Like I was gonna let this happen without recording it anyways,” she scoffed.

You shrugged, ”Fair enough.”

“Alright y/n you ready?” Luke asked, squatting lower to the ground.

You didn’t know if it was the fact that it was three am, or that the coffee was kicking in, or if your boyfriend's confident energy was contagious, but suddenly you felt like you could conquer anything. “I don’t know, are you ready Patterson?”

He quickly yet slyly winked at you before motioning to jump.

“Ready, set, GO!” Reggie yelled like a car girl in nascar.

You took off at a bit of a run before attempting to bounce off the pillows and onto Luke’s shoulders. As you soared through the air for a moment you could’ve sworn you heard Alex yell ‘I can’t watch this!’. But only seconds later you came in a rather harsh contact with the couch.

You groaned, but quickly got up so as to not worry any of your band mates.

“Y/n are you okay?” Alex worried.

“Yes Alex I’m fine, really, that’s why we put the couch there,” you giggled.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Luke asked.

“Technically none since usually that theory only applies to living people, but you’re holding up three,” you concluded.

Reggie couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I think she’s fine.”

Luke smirked at you. “Maybe a little too fine.”

“What is that supposed to mean beanie boy?” you teased back. You were getting used to your so-called midnight confidence.

“Oh so that’s how you wanna play it?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I’ve been playing it, it just took you a while to catch up,” you taunted. Julie snorted and gasped before slapping her hand over her mouth.

As your eyes went back to Luke, you realized your first mistake was taking your focus off of him considering he was running right at you. You yelped before vaulting the couch.

You now had it separating the two of you.

“Come on y/n which way you wanna go?” he sang.

The look he was giving made you want to melt into a puddle of embarrassed goop but that was not a realistic solution, so you would have to come up with something a little more tangible.

You looked around the area to scan for something helpful, the instruments were put away; the other three were on the other side of the room, and had not bothered to get up from the floor to watch, and the studio doors were shut.

Luke recognized your analyzing face. “You can’t outrun me, I’m a ghost remember?”

Your nighttime confidence had a second wave. “No, but I can try.” You vaulted back over the couch and went running as fast as you could in the opposite direction of Luke. You made it about five steps until you felt his hands wrap around your midsection. Another yelp escaped your lips.

He quickly threw you over his shoulder, not unlike a sack of potatoes.

You tried to sound angry but you couldn’t stop laughing for the life of you. “Put me down!” you insisted.

Luke pretended he couldn’t hear you, but suddenly you got an idea. You stretched downwards to taser his sides. The minute you did he nearly dropped you, but he managed to muffle his laughter.

“Now that’s just dirty,” Luke commented.

“Says the one holding me like a potato sack, asshole” you quipped.

“She’s got a point with that one,” Julie chirped up.

Luke pretended to scowl at her but she just stuck her tongue out at him.

Luke finally put you back down on the ground.

“Thank you?” You were highly suspicious that he gave up that easily, and from the looks on your bandmates faces it looked like they didn’t believe him either.

“You’re welcome,” he said innocently, but his wide mouthed grin showed an ulterior motive; though you weren’t quite sure what that was yet.

You cautiously moved back to the rest of your friends. You didn’t take your eyes off of him until you were safely planted in between Reggie and Julie.

“So if Luke promises not to attack anyone, do you guys wanna watch a movie?” Julie suggested, and threw him a fake glare.

“All of you guys were clearly entertained by that, so you can’t even pretend to be mad at me,” Luke concluded.

“No, I’m pretty sure that was just you,” Alex retorted.

“And I’m pretty sure we can,” Julie accidentally finished.

Luke held his hands up in surrender, realizing he was very outnumbered. “Alright, you’ve proved your point.”

“So movie night?” Reggie asked.

“Definitely, but what do we want to watch?” Julie wondered aloud.

“Can I vote for Star wars?” Reggie hinted.

“That’s fair, anybody else have any ideas?” she asked.

“Oh, we could watch an animated disney movie?” Alex suggested.

“Which one, isn’t there like a shit ton of them?” Luke looked to you and Julie for help.

“Yeah, they have a lot,” you confirmed.

“So either disney or star wars?” Alex echoed.

“Technically they are both disney since disney owns star wars now,” you pointed out.

“They what now?” Reggie gasped.

Alex and Luke exchanged a nervous glance.

“Oh, sorry, yeah they bought them out in 2012,” you explained.

“Well now we gotta watch a star wars movie to see if they’re even good anymore!” Reggie exclaimed.

Julie scrunched up her eyebrows before agreeing. “Alright, Star Wars movie it is, I guess.”

Soon enough you were all scattered across the studio floor in a big pile of blankets and pillows, as the Rise of Skywalker played on the 'hologram projector'. Who would’ve thought that movie night was the real use of it?

Reggie seemed to be enjoying himself. It did take a little bit of explaining and some googling to get him caught up on the twenty five years that he missed, but he seemed to be fully engrossed in the movie.

Julie had never seen any Star Wars movies, so she was a little lost at first, but she seemed to really like the characters. Alex was half asleep near Reggie, it seemed like he was enjoying the movie, but the drummer was obviously very tired. Luke was propped up against the back of the couch, and you were sitting next to Julie.

You looked back at him to exchange a quick glance before turning back to the movie. You saw Julie watch you with an amused look in her eyes.

“What?” you softly asked.

“Go!” Julie whisper yelled to you.

“What?” you whispered.

“Go sit with your boyfriend.” She motioned back at him.

“No, I told you I was going to sit with you,” you insisted.

She narrowed her eyes. “Then why are you making googly eyes at him?” she asked.

You pulled your jaw back up. “I was not!” you defended.

Julie grinned, “Trust me, I think I can manage by myself up here, go back with him.”

“I’m not just gonna abandon you like that,” you argued.

“Y/n I love you, but so help me if you don’t go sit with him you are going to end up as a ghost really soon,” Julie threatened.

Not really wanting the wrath of Julie upon you, you picked up your blanket to move beside Luke.

“Hey princess,” he greeted you.

“Hi handsome.” You placed your head on his shoulder.

“You wanna know something y/n?” Luke asked.

“Mmm hmm, what’s that?”

“Reggie already watched this movie, he just wanted to watch it again because you seemed to like it,” Luke divulged.

You furrowed your brows. “You’re kidding right?”

“Nope, he binged all of them the second he heard there were more.”

“Wow, we must be really good friends if he’s willing to give up the first trilogy for me,” you commented. While it was intended as a joke, it didn’t mean you didn’t see the sentiment behind it.

“We all love you, you know that. And you love us,” he whispered.

“That’s true, and most especially you.” You placed a quick kiss on his lips but even the small moment gave you a warm feeling through your body.

“Hey y/n?” he asked.

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember earlier?”

You thought for a moment about what the hell he could be talking about until you saw the devilish smirk on his face, and you realized that you had yet again made a mistake.

Before you could make a move to get away he had already pulled you on top of him.

He pulled your shirt up slightly.

“Don’t you dare tickle me,” you threatened.

“I mean I wasn’t going to do that, but now that you mention it.” As he trailed off you felt a hand start to glide across your stomach and your breath hitched in your throat.

“I whihll khihhill yhohhuhu,” you giggled out. You were trying to be as quiet as possible so you wouldn’t wake Alex.

“You do know I’m a ghost, right?” he reminded you.

You choose not to answer that one in favor of holding your mouth shut so your laughter would stay in.

“You know what ghosts are really good at though-” he paused; you were absolutely certain you could hear his smile.

“Ghosting.”

You felt his fingertips lightly make contact with your hip bones. You tried to squirm away but Luke was strong, and he had a good hold on you. But when you felt his hands start to glide across your hips, you grew desperate enough that you managed to roll off of him.

He looked rather smug at your giggly smile as you laid on the floor.

“I hate you,” you breathed out.

Luke almost let out a loud laugh at that one. “As tempting as it probably is, no you don’t.”

“No, no I don’t,” you admitted with a sparkle in your eyes.

You crawled up to him again. “Because I will always love you.”

He looked into your eyes with a serious demeanor. “I love you too, always.”

“Good, so we both agree that we’re stuck with each other,” you joked.

Luke placed his head on your shoulder. “Forever and ever y/l/n.”

You rested yours against his. “Forever and ever Patterson.”

[thekrazykeke]

See You Again [2]

Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Relationship(s): Uta & reader.

Summary: in the sound of silence, we found sanctuary. in every word unspoken, love.

Warning(s): Angst, unspoken feelings. Pre-canon events but also very ambiguous timeline-wise. Disturbing mental imagery. Canon typical gore.

This little series was never meant to have a happy ending, so no screaming at me. I’ll accept your appreciation for my love of angst in reblogs, likes, comments or tears. 

Seriously though, in all honesty, I hurt myself as I wrote this. 

I dunno, I might indulge that impulsive urge of mine and write a one shot where they actually get together. Most likely not though, so no one hold their breath ahahaha.

[i.]

~

A smart person would never have returned to the little out of the way mask shop in the 4th Ward. You’d have chalked up the experience as weird and as common sense dictated, forgotten all about it. 

That is the safer route, the sane option.

So of course, you decided to be stupid. You kept coming back to the shop, although you were careful with how you planned your visits, spacing them out in between sight seeing and being a general tourist. 

The added bonus of your frequent visits being that although Uta’s face didn’t really change much expression-wise, you got the feeling that he was always a little surprised to see you.

“Do you really like it here that much?” 

Pulling the oni mask away from your face, you glanced at Uta who stood a good distance away from you, hand in pocket, hip cocked against the edge of the counter. “What’s that now?”

“I said, ‘do you really like it here that much?’” Uta repeated himself, red on black eyes intently trained on your face. “This is the second time this week you’ve come by without buying anything.”

“Oof.” You exaggeratedly clutched at your chest. “That hurt, Uta-san. With how frequently I come by here, one would think you’d treat me as more than a customer. We’re friends now.”

“We’re not.”

The words are stated so bluntly and again, you clutch at your chest, miming being struck by an arrow. Uta didn’t respond to your joking around and playing, just stared at you. So, you cut the crap, reaching into your back pocket with a mock pout. “How much for this mask? I think it suits me.”

“10504.50 yen.” At the sight of your suddenly wide eyes and dropped jaw, Uta’s blank expression cracked, he smiled slightly and just for a split second. “Also, the mask doesn’t suit you.”

You turned your back to him, carefully returning the oni mask to the display it’d been set up on. The next second you turned around, you nearly jumped out of your skin at how close Uta is now. “Hey now! Shit, you need a bell or something.”

“It’s not my fault you don’t pay attention.” 

You can’t even pull off your comedic routine and drop your head in an ‘ashamed’ manner because you’d probably most likely hit your head against his chest, he’s standing that close. Before you could ask him to either back up and inquire what was his reason for being in your personal space, a tattooed finger reached out, lightly touching your chin, encouraging you to look up, so that’s what you did.

“...I can create a mask for you. Something that suits you.” He’s now adjusting your face, the faintest touch causing you to move this way and that. 

“Aww! That’s nice of you, Uta-sa-”

“The base color would be silver, perhaps. And the eyes would sewn shut, the better to hide your grief and... the anger.” He’s musing aloud, words quiet and almost a whisper, but you heard him. Part of you think it’s deliberate, that he’s making fun of you, mocking you.

And it worked. 

You reached a hand up, setting it upon his wrist. Uta blinked, staring down at your hand, then his unique gaze switched to you, and he.... for a lack of better words, it’s like he snapped out of that artist’s mode. He dropped his hand and took one step out of your personal bubble then another and another before whirling around and started walking away. 

He lifted a hand in farewell, waving it about in a sort of shooing manner.

“Come back again in two to three weeks.”

That should have been the end of you and his interactions. 

Regardless of how intriguing he is, he’d pressed on one of your triggers, maybe even on purpose, and you already had too short of a life to put up with the bullshit. Then again, maybe it was for that reason entirely that you decided that you were gonna keep seeing him, even after he finished the mask, to annoy him to death of course.

Until he told you upfront to go away, you wouldn’t. That’s what you decided.

And with that resolution settled in your head, you could go about your business. You enjoyed the sights, the food, and although your judgement said it’d be a bad idea, you had a couple of one night stands. The first is a lawyer that you’re like pretty sure has kids and a wife, and the other is a stressed college kid. 

The experience left you unsatisfied and irritated. 

Since your last encounter with Uta had been...awkward and strained, you decided to bring a peace offering. Cream puffs for yourself with green tea and a cup of black coffee for him. You’d picked up on the fact that he liked the beverage without sugar and cream like the total heathen he is. You idly wondered if he even enjoyed sweet things or maybe he was one of those weird folks who liked sour and spicy stuff all the time.

The fact that you’re even thinking about this and it didn’t sink in as odd or out of place until the moment you crossed the threshold of HYSY Studios, taking note of the fact that the place is as gloomy and empty of customers as always. 

“’Ey! Uta, where you at!?” 

There’s a vibration against your leg. You juggle the items in your hold carefully before tugging out your cellphone and entering the passcode to unlock the phone. The most recent text message you’d received from Uta about four minutes ago informed you of the fact that he’s in the back of the studio, like the very, very back, where all the unused and returned masks were. Now the only reason you knew all this information is because of how often you pestered Uta about it. 

You’re at an impasse. 

You could do as he asked and bring your treat to him while you were at it or you could wait and avoid the potential jump scare that Uta was totally capable of inflicting upon you. 

‘To go or not to go, that is the question.’ 

Everything pointed to the clear conclusion that no, you absolutely should not go back there. Every horror movie cliché ended with the female protagonist being killed or gravely injured because she was so stupid as to go in the dark, alone, by herself. 

‘Uta isn’t a killer though.’ That’s what you tried to tell yourself, the argument weak and pitiful in your brain. 

You did not know this man well enough to be in the back where it wouldn’t be easy access to the front door, where you couldn’t bolt if he did something strange. However, you did own a mini taser and always carried mace, just as a precaution, so... 

So....

Slowly, reluctantly, you did as he instructed, every warning and life training you’d received up to this point in your life sending out red neon signs telling you to wait, not be an idiot, to please please stay where you are. And you ignored all those survival instincts, heading deeper into the studio, your footfalls loud and eerie the further in you went. 

Until you find him. 

He’s apparently unfazed by your belated presence, focus wholly consumed with his work. Red on black eyes glanced at you for but a moment and what you carried and then at the coffee. “There’s a mini fridge, leave everything there, except the coffee. I’m almost done.” 

Having some mild experience with artists and creative sorts, you avoid looking at the mask he’s working on, instead setting down the coffee in an empty space he vaguely gestured to. 

Then you walk the short distance to where the only mini fridge in the room is, reaching out, you pull it open. And it’s the scent that alerts you; the fresh tang of blood. It’s too late to stop yourself and you see it, everything. The jar of eyeballs, the carefully wrapped packages of ‘meat’. 

‘I’m in a back room with the potential copycat Jeffery Dahmer or...or....’ 

You’re not an idiot, all these little things you’d casually dismissed because you hadn’t cared enough to pay attention, to see... And now here you are. Here you are. 

Fuck.

Swallowing, you calm and dampen the inner voice sCREAMING, then casually as possible, grip wobbling only slightly, do you put your treat inside the mini fridge right alongside the human body parts and flesh, then close the door, turning around. 

Uta is still hard at work on the mask but his movements are slowing down.

As if nothing is amiss, you stride over just as he finally pauses to take a sip of coffee. “This is one of the ways that you make masks. Really. That’s interesting…” And you meant it too. Legs crossed, you leaned against the table, watching the mask maker in his element.

He smiles at you in that enigmatic way. “Thank you.” 

The visit continues without much else in the way of incidents and subtly unsubtle revelations. 

You don’t really talk and Uta doesn’t make you. 

Less than twenty minutes later, once he deems the mask complete, he stands up and stretches, arms raising overhead, revealing an expanse of creamy, pale, lean and muscled torso. 

Glancing away a beat too late, you catch Uta as he smiles, again, the smile lengthens into a smirk. He reaches out and plucks up the half mask delicately, taking a step towards you and your heart traitorously lurches in your chest. 

Self-preservation makes you want to run as he comes closer, closer, closer...

Logic keeps you rooted in place as he carefully puts the mask on you. Tattooed fingers brush the strands of hair away from the nape of your neck, lingering as he feels the flutter of your pulse beneath his fingertips. 

“Your heart is racing like a hummingbird.” he muses. You stare out at him from beneath the safety of the mask, the bone surprisingly not pinching or cutting your skin. “And here I thought nothing could scare you.”

“Unfortunately fear makes up the majority of the human psyche.” You can’t help the quip, tone dry. “But you’re my friend, so it’s fine.” 

That last comment causes Uta to blink and stare at you in blatant surprise for a minute or two. Then he pulls himself together and shakes his head, a chuckle rumbling through his chest. “...I suppose we are friends.”

“Cool. So how much for the mask?” You reach up, about to remove it but Uta swatted at your hands, the action hard enough to sting but not leave damage. You still squawk indignantly anyway.

“It’s free. Creating it got me out of my block, so thank you.” Bringing out a cellphone, he takes a couple pictures with you, making you turn, pose, and pretty much just show off. 

Once he’s done, he snags your tea and cream puffs out the fridge, then walks you to the front of the studio, giving a small wave goodbye. Brain swimming with what you just learned, amazed that he hadn’t just killed you straight off, you glance at the chilled green tea in your hand then after mentally shrugging to yourself, you take a sip and shove a cream puff in your mouth. 

Hell, after the day you’ve had, you deserve to be rewarded.

Time passes, as it inevitably does. 

You receive more calls from Kiani, from other friends and family members, but you are resolute in staying in Japan. 

Much to your surprise, you’d actually gotten comfortable being there. Though that might have had something to do with Uta, who you continue to visit, and if he’s surprised or put out, none of that shows on his face. It’s fun to drag him places, to be around him, and you can laugh at his jokes, even the deadpan, making-fun-of-humanity ones. 

He even lets you meet his other ghoul friends, Itori and Renji. 

Through it all, these changes and fun things, your health slowly, steadily, gets worse even as you and Uta get closer, muddling about in a rather confusing grey area of friends...and more...

As always, the two of you are hanging out, this time you’d dragged him to an amusement park, and he held onto some of the prizes you won, gamely snapped a couple photos of you in ridiculous poses and making silly faces, etc. 

It felt like a date.

Like, you’re returning from a date.

When that thought ran through your brain, you automatically looked at Uta, catching sight of his profile in the light of the setting sun and your heart clenched as you realized that he’s beautiful. 

It’s with difficulty that you manage to look away but not before he catches you staring from the corner of his eye. “You’re always looking at me… Yet, you never try and get closer…” Uta’s hands are in his pockets and he is barely a foot away. “Does fear keep you at a distance…” He took a step forward. 

Coming almost uncomfortably close. 

“Or is there another….” 

Without conscious thought, you tilt your head up and your lips meet his. 

The contact is light, barely a graze, and there’s the cool sensation of his lip ring...it’s odd but hardly distracting. Your heart is beating like a jack rabbit in your chest and you know this isn’t good for you.

 As you go to pull away, to disconnect, that’s when Uta finally, finally, responds.

He places a hand on the back of your neck, keeping you close before tilting his head, leaned in and kissed you again. 

There’s nothing teasing or patient about it. He nipped your bottom lip, barely waiting for you to part your lips before his tongue twined and stroked, expertly playing with your own, and you felt a zing of excitement travel down you spine as your tongue lightly grazed his tongue ring. 

Your right hand goes to his shoulder, squeezing, holding on desperately as your legs threaten to give out. 

Effortlessly, Uta holds you up, his other hand going to the dip of your back, and when you break the kiss to get some air into your burning lungs, Uta peppers feather light kisses down the column of your throat, sucking a spot just behind your ear. Only when you gasp his name, a mere whisper of a breath really, only then, does he finally stop.

Uta tops that....bombardment off with a light kiss to your forehead, lingering. Then he murmurs into your ear, “That’s how you kiss me from now on.” 

With his piece said, as if he hadn’t pretty much swept you off your feet and left you stuck in LaLa Land, Uta brushed a hand down his shirt, straightening out imaginary wrinkles, before he walked away. It took a few seconds for your brain to reboot and then you hurried after him, chastising him for being mean.

There are a hundred different words that lingered on the edge and never escape your mouth. A thousand questions you never got the answer to. 

There are no more kisses between you and Uta. 

You pass away in your sleep that night December 31, 2XXX at 11:59 P.M. alone in your rented hotel room, dreaming of an impossible reality; of happiness between yourself and the ghoul who for a brief moment, made you feel important, seen, and desired. 

Almost as if he could love you.

[itsthemysterykids]

Coraline and Wybie singing Join Us (And Die) from The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals?

The door to the shack slammed open, causing everyone to jump as they looked over. Lili’s eyes widened. "Coraline?! Wybie?!"

Wybie walked in, his hair strewn. He was followed by Coraline, grinning almost maniacally. "It is time..." His head jolted up, revealing his just as manical grin. "TO DI-IE!" He scream-sung while Coraline just head-banged.

“Oh, God no,” Dipper paled.

Seeing her go forward, Lili grabbed Mabel and pulled her backwards, away from the slowly advancing musical number.

"Sorry to interrupt! But we got bones to pluck! The time for chaos is long past overdue!"

The two kept walking closer as Wybie sung, a step taken for each line. "Death isn't optional! In fact, it's optimal! Your time is up and now we go through you!”

Coraline went to Norman, Neil, and Raz. All three managed to stumble away and back up together to one side of the room. Wybie stood closer to the other half as he continued singing. "We tried to convince you through soliloquy!" He pumped his fist into the air. "But now we'll kill you with more than harmonies!”

"JUST DIE!“

Raz’s teeth chattered as Coraline and Wybie sang the next part together. Their voices were so high and creepy, making everyone’s skin crawl and making them shiver in place. "Join us and die. Join us and die. Join us and die. All you gotta do is-"

Coraline turned to face Norman, Neil, and Raz while Wybie turned to face Lili, Dipper, and Mabel, both following identical choreography. "Join us and die. Join us and die. Join us and die… All you gotta do is-!”

Raz, Norman, and Neil attempted to make a break for it, only to get caught by the singers, who corralled them into the middle of the room.

"Here's how it’s gonna go: we're gonna kick your ass! And then we're gonna-"

"Fucking kick your ass!" Wybie pointed to the group that tried to escape before running towards them, causing them to back away to the other group.

"We're gonna puke all that goo into your mouth where your food! And all your cells will renew and be enhanced!”

As he sung that last line, everyone tried to make a break for the door, but one group broke off to one side while the rest broke off to the other side. Now they had both singers keeping them separated on other sides of the room.

"It's a death-like process that you gotta see!" Wybie sang aggressively while Coraline harmonized. “Your own body is your front-row seat! TO DIE!”

“Join us and die. Join us and die. Join us and die. All you gotta do is-“

They kept singing it, inching closer towards Dipper, Mabel, and Lili.

"Stop!” Norman cried and tried to go after them, only to be held back by Neil.

“Snap out of it!” Lili yelled.

“Join us and die. Join us and die. Join us and die. Join us and...”

Coraline snatched Dipper right out of Mabel’s grip.

"Punch it! Squeeze it! Crush it! Kill it! Ride it! Drag it! Wind it up, kick its nuts!" With every announcement, Coraline and Wybie started beating up Dipper, not holding back at all.

It took a lot out of Dipper, and he was covered in bruises already starting to form. He even had a cut on his cheek where Wybie had punched him.

Coraline grinned and turned to Norman and Mabel who were checking on Dipper. "Here's how it's gonna go- !”

Then there was a distinct bzzz sound, and Coraline’s eyes bulged before he dropped to the floor. Everyone looked to see Ford standing at the doorway with a taser.

Wybie let out an impressive high note as a battle cry before running at him. Ford tased him, making him drop to the floor next to Coraline.

“Oh my God!” Raz cried, as him checked up on her unconscious friend. “You knocked him out cold!”

“Wrong!” Ford exclaimed.

“You tasered him,” Lili said bluntly, gesturing to the mechanic on the floor.

“I tasered a charlatan!” Ford corrected. “The second Coraline got to him, your friend was gone as soon as he started singing.”

[nimmy22]

A Mistake: Chapter 11

Breaking the group apart, several guards escorted each participant to their rooms. Cara lost the comfort of being in a crowd, feeling exposed like a specimen on a microscope slide being scrutinized. The white sterilized hallways were suffocating, leaving a bad taste in the mouth. The people around her stopped talking to her. Now they talked about her as if she wasn't there, not a human being glaring at them and their fancy clipboards.

She lost track of the many security doors they passed, each one requiring a key card for access. Her eyes kept darting back to the door they came through, painfully aware of how much farther away it shrunk with the growing distance. Her gut screamed. Any further, and she felt she may never see the exit again.

"Boy, this was a bad idea," Cara mumbled under her breath, fidgeting with the loose seams of her collar. Of all the times she was stupidly impulsive, this was the worst. She should have never trusted a shady advert at a bus stop.

Cara never spent much time in hospitals. She was never sick enough for her parents to even consider taking her. God knows she needed it in the past. The point is, maybe this was simply a phobia of the white coats. Fear of the unfamiliar triggering all these emotions and the bad taste in her mouth.

This situation reminded her of when her parents left her five-year-old self in a car on a record-breaking heatwave. She was stuck with the windows closed for over an hour, delirious from the heat and struggling to breathe. Her trip in the oven ended when her parent came finally came, casually going about their business without a look at the back seat. At least her torture ended then when her parents returned. But here, there was no one to help her. She neglected to tell Claire and all her friends what she was up to. Looks like all the lies are catching up to her.

Cara had no idea where her worry came from. She came here by free will and had yet to see anything illegal. The money was within reach, but the nerves couldn't be soothed.

Cara started walking slower than the guards, hoping to give them the slip. Of course, they noticed, grabbing her arm tightly. She was shoved forward hard and almost stumbled face-first onto the white tiles. The hair on her nape stiffened, and she raked her fingers through her hair, clenching her jaw.

"Hey, what's your problem? I was trying to follow you. It's not my fault you were walking too damn fast," Cara snapped, scowling at the men. She didn't like how they manhandled her, throwing her around like an object, physically steering her this way and that like an infant who couldn't take direction. Three grand wasn't worth this treatment, or so she told herself. She was, Afterall, very, very desperate for money.

"Don't you want the money, little girl? It's super easy paper. In fact, the checks are already signed and ready, sitting in a drawer somewhere. They just need to be distributed by the good doctor," Tilting her head, Cara watched the knowing look shared among the three guards. Their smiles were anything but friendly, looking more like a wolf than a human.

Crossing her arms, Cara narrowed her eyes. " If the money was so good, why don't you join the study?"

"Why would I do that when I could be helping poor, unfortunate, folks just like you get themselves out of poverty. I'm all about the charitable work."

"Oh, of course. Thank you so much, sir. I was so desperate for help. I'd be homeless if it wasn't for your generosity." Cara patted her eyelashes, grabbing onto the front of a guard's bullet vest. "It's getting cold again, and I only have the clothes on my back. How could I live-"

"Shut the fuck up and keep walking. Don't even think of causing trouble. We have a special place for such folks." shoving Cara away, the guard placed his hand on his gun holster. She received the message loud and clear.

So much for the charity work.

"I wouldn't dream of it, sir," her smile turned into a scowl as soon as the men's backs were turned. She dragged her feet as she followed them, racking her brain for some sort of plan, mentally willing time to move slower. She needed time to think.

The alarms in her head rang louder. Beads of sweat collected on her forehead despite the frigid air of the hospital. She needed to get out immediately. But how?

She was shoved into a room and forced into what resembled a dentist's chair. With one final warning look from the guards, they exited the room through the automatic sliding doors. She sprang out of the chair as if it burned her. She felt even more trapped, her eyes darting around for an exit. The door was the only way out, and she didn't have the key card. She was utterly fucked.

A woman's voice sounded over the speaker system sending Cara sprinting to the corner of the room, her back pressed to the wall. Heart hammering against her ribcage, it threatened to jump out of her throat. Realizing the voice was recorded, she still couldn't relax even as the standard messages about handwashing and proper coughing etiquette played.

If only washing hands could get her out of this situation, she'd scrub her skin raw.

Two researchers, a man and a woman in white hazmat suits, walked into the room. Cara inhaled sharply when she noticed the syringe filled with a neon green fluid. It was carefully contained in a glass case held by the woman. Cara's eyes stayed glued to the syringe as they came closer, barely listening to what was said about her and to her. Their questions fell on deaf ears. In a trance, all she saw was neon green.

She absolutely knew that the contents could end everything as she knew it. Death in a bottle, or in this case, a syringe no wider than her pinky.

"It's easy money, kid. Relax, it'll be over before you know it." the woman holding the syringe said, slowly approaching Cara as if she were a cornered animal.

Cara's preparedness to fight for dear life disappeared when a taser struck her in the stomach. Waves of pain shot through her body as her muscles turned to jelly (the liquid kind). She was on the ground, and they were on her before she even realized what happened. she couldn't lift even a finger.

Her mouth refused to work, and all she could do was whimper pathetically. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her eyes pleaded with whatever tiny speck of humanity the two had left. All she saw was desperation for results at all costs, greed, and over-ambition for recognition, a cold and calculating look.

Cara thought it was all over, or maybe it was simply her fear of needles blowing all her emotions out of proportion. Either way, she will find out very soon.

Shutting her eyes, she tried to relax, hoping for a quick end. She tried to imagine herself back at school getting a vaccine like all the other kids in her grade. She was usually called to the nurse last due to her last name. It always left her waiting and dreading until every last kid received the shot before it was her turn. By then, many kids would make up stories about the pain and how they found needles stuck in their bones, inflating her terror.

Cara hissed as the needle broke through the skin of her neck, clenching her eyes even tighter. She refused to look, scared of what she might see. The woman's finger moved over the plunger, ready to apply firm pressure.

A pager went off, screeching. It startled everyone, and the woman holding the needle suddenly jerked her hand. "Shit! The needle broke," she snapped, examining the shortened tip. She not so gently forced the broken tip from Cara's neck, squeezing and pinching until it emerged.

Boiling over, the woman yanked out her pager. She was going to make whoever interrupted her experiment pay very dearly. As she read the message, her face paled, and she stood abruptly.

"Who paged?" the man asked, quickly glancing between Cara and the woman.

"you 'know who', wants to see me, something about a possible security breach." the woman answered with a warning look after giving Cara a once-over. She understood why. Names implicate people, and whoever is on the other end of the pager does not want their name casually used.

"Fine, for now, take the girl to her room until I deal with this. They are too damn paranoid around here."

Only then did he remove the taser, and Cara inhaled with greed. Finally able to use her muscles for more than gasping for breath.

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Seeing her body quivering as she walked, he didn't see a need to call for escort guards. He didn't see the kid as a threat and was sure he could handle her on his own. He never knew anyone get so lucky, but it won't happen again. The inevitable was temporarily delayed. Pretty soon, her heart will pump not only blood but a very valuable virus. Dying for umbrellas ambitious is an honor.

Taken to another room, Cara struggled to keep up, her body exhausted from the endless shocks she had endured. The room was tiny, barely big enough for the bare twin-size bed and metallic toilet. Cara knew she had to do something quickly. A chance like this won't come again.

With an idea forming, Cara hoped she still had a dab of luck because what she was about to do was incredibly stupid. Leaning against the wall, she clenched her stomach and cried in pain.

"The fuck's wrong with you? The man approached her cautiously, and her eyes flickered to her target.

Once he was close enough, Cara grabbed the taser clasped to his belt and jabbed him in the neck with the highest voltage. His body went slack, and she grabbed his head, smashing it against the metallic toilet with a loud crunch. She repeated it for good measure, watching as the body lay limp on the floor.

She wasn't sure if it was the adrenalin, but she barely remembers donning his biohazard suit and pocketing his key card before rushing out of the room. Cara had to remind herself to behave normally, to slow her breathing to avoid inciting suspicion.

The suit fit her poorly, hanging on her frame awkwardly, clearly meant for someone taller. But the headpiece helped conceal her face a little. If anyone looked at her from behind, they wouldn't immediately think it's a run-away test subject. It was a tiny bit of comfort.

Surprisingly, no one stopped her. The researchers, assistants, and guards ignored her. If they gave her a second glance, she wouldn't know because of the helmet. They were each in their own world, fussing over clipboards and busy yelling at assistants for every little thing. The air was thick of tension, putting everyone on edge.

The place was a maze, full of endless hallways of white. She thought she would fuse with the white walls in her white suit before she was ever found.

"Cara," someone behind her growled her name, and she froze, holding her breath. The voice was thunderous, and she couldn't focus enough to hear their next words.

She didn't need to turn around to know Wesker stood less than two meters away.

The voice was unmistakable. She'd know it anywhere. But how did Wesker recognize her from behind? The suit left only her face visible. She had no idea why he was here and why he was angry. Well, she did steal a biohazard suit and injured a researcher. It wasn't hard to connect his overtime activities to a hospital run by Umbrella. Now he really might kill her, clean up a mess long overdue. Especially now that she likely pissed off his employers.

Cara pretended not to have heard him, attempting to casually walk away with her head down. Hearing his thunderous footsteps behind her, she broke out into a sprint.

She sprinted into a crowd of researchers, taking random turns in hopes of losing him. She ran until she no longer heard his steps and became even more lost in the maze-like building.

The room she ducked into contained several workbenches lining the walls, complete with microscopes and other high-tech appliances. Thankfully, no one was in the lab.

A jar caught her attention containing something between a cross of a human baby and a lizard. It neither moved nor breathed, and Cara concluded it must be a dead experimental specimen. Things like this must be illegal.

Approaching a workbench, Cara peered into a microscope. While she found the cells colorful and interesting, biology was not her strong point. She had no idea what she was looking at. But it definitely wasn't a plant cell. There were too many tentacles. Maybe it was-

Grabbed from behind, Cara screamed as she was yanked hard by her arm. She kicked and pushed but could free herself. Her voice died in her throat when the headpiece of the suit was yanked off her head. She was left gaping at Wesker, barely noticing when the headpiece was thrown across the room, taking down an office lamp with it.

"I knew it was you," Wesker spoke in a carefully controlled tone, but the edges were jagged.

"I-I can explain!" Cara stammered, feeling the edge of the desk cut into the back of her legs as Wesker cornered her, their chests touching.

with a curl of his lips over his teeth, his smile did not match his eyes. "Oh, please do go on. Explain what you're doing here." He seemed like a different person; eyes warped into a miserable pit of ice.

"Why are you so mad?" her voice quivered under his piercing scrutiny. Cara knew she fucked up but didn't want to admit this to him. "They said the drugs should be-"

"Safe?" Wesker said with an ominous smile and threw his head back, laughing without humor. "Half the participant won't make it out of this experiment alive. Even if they survived, there is no way they would be allowed to leave."

"What?" Cara shook her head vigorously. "If they knew it'll kill people from the start. Why the hell are they going through with it? Why? This is a hospital for god's sack."

"Simply because Umbrella can. They do what they want, and the locations of the experiments are irrelevant. It could be in an orphanage or a sewer, and they will still get their results."

"They are fucking monsters. How could someone so evil run a fucking hospital?" Cara swallowed, thinking about how she almost became an experiment. How many of the participants were already injected? Were they already dead? How important were the drugs for someone to be willing to kill unsuspecting people for data? The cure for cancer? What a fucking joke.

Her questions were endless, but Wesker had his own.

"It's called business, sweetheart. Now, why are you here?" He asked again, but she knew he already had an idea. What was the point of putting her stupidity into words?

"I... got evicted. They were offering money and-"

"Why didn't you tell me? you could have come to me,"

Cara gapped at him with wide eyes, feeling a loss for words. "Why would you help me? wouldn't this help you get a problem off your hands?"

"Sherry cares for you." she didn't know if she had imagined it but, something flickered in the depths of his icy blues.

"Sherry, right? Is this really about her? are you sure it's not you feeling something in your cold dead heart? But how could you feel anything? you're a monster covering up the work of other monsters."

"Watch yourself, Cara. I make one phone call, and you'll be the next body piled on the others sent for incineration after the good doctor gets what he wants from you. This could all happen in less than an hour." He hissed

Something snapped inside of Cara, letting loose a current of emotions too fast to control. She was too tired, exhausted from clutching the bar with all the weight dragging her down constantly. No matter how much she had told herself to hold on a little longer, she didn't see an end to the stress. Her problems only seemed to grow heavier. Her blistered hands and broken arms couldn't hold on for another second. she let

"How long are you going to threaten me for? You know what? I am sick of it. I'm done! I'm done!" Cara shoved at his chest, her voice rising in octaves. "I'm here! Come, and get me motherfuckers!" she screamed, Choking on her sobs. She didn't care what happens next. All she wanted was for the stress and the fear to end.

Spreading his fingers through her hair, Wesker pulled hard. He tilted her head up, his eyes setting her ablaze. Cara swallowed, running her tongue over her chapped, dry lips. She felt as if she was looking down a cliff. One step forward, and the jagged rocks below would greet her.

Cara's eyes widened as his chin tilted towards hers in one fluid motion. Her words were lost the moment his mouth came down, claiming hers. Her gasp was stolen, along with her ability to breathe.

In moments of confusion, she would lean into his touch, remembers who he worked to protect, and she would rack her nails over the skin of his arms. He let her hurt him, pulling her even closer, and she would let him.

This was so wrong. So very wrong and so was how much she wanted him to continue. Her lips moved on their own accord, responding to his touch. Her fingers slid over his chest, feeling the engraving of his badge. The moment she kissed him back, Wesker pushed harder into her.

She tried to focus as Wesker's lips brushed her own, hungrily devouring everything. His hand left her hair, sliding down her neck while his other hand snaked around her waist, fisting into up the material of the biohazard suit. She let him lay her back on the desk, his body quick to cover hers like a warm blanket. She anchored a hand into his belt, tugging blindly. She wanted- no needed too many things and didn't know where to begin. She wanted the suit off her scorching body and his damn belt undone, but her shaking hands could do neither.

Shoving her away, Wesker abruptly turned around.

In a moment of clarity, Cara could finally think clearly without the cloud of haze Wesker brings. She couldn't believe what had just happened, staring at his back, dazed and speechless. She touched her swollen lips, feeling them tingle.

Wesker's jaw was tense, and it took him extra moments to steady his breathing. While Cara still sat flustered on the table, Wesker had recovered his well-kempt appearance just as three guards burst into the room, guns raised.

"What can I do for you, gentlemen?" He answered in his usual tone, completely unaffected, and Cara hated him. He was quick to wear the mask, too damn good.

A look of recognition crossed their faces, and they immediately lowered their guns, taking cautious steps back. "Captain Wesker, what business do you have here? Dr. Stanford was not notified about you taking a tour of the wing."

"I sent one of my employees to test the security, and she made it all the way in here and escaped the test room. Let the head of security know that I would like a word with him...soon." Wesker said before grabbing Cara's arm. "Have a good day, Gentlemen. You may go now. There is no threat to Umbrella in this room. Go spend your efforts where they are needed."

Reluctantly, the men followed each other out of the room, leaving Cara alone with him. Her heart pounded in her chest, feeling the room shrink. She couldn't look him in the eye. Instead, busying herself with unzipping the biohazard suit. The clasps and zipper kept slipping away from her clammy fingers, refusing to open. After multiple failures, she aggressively tugged on the plastic material to rip it off, but its thickness taunted her. Of course, these scientists only worked with high-grade materials.

Feeling long fingers slid up her back, Cara's hands froze. She held her breath, every muscle tense. Warm hands covered her cold ones, dropping them to her side as they took over the task. With a few clasps undone, her neck was exposed. The hair on the back of her rose as the cool nipped at her skin. Something soft touched the base of her neck, and she gasped, realizing they were a pair of lips. Slowly, they spread featherlight kisses towards her throat, then her chin. Her face was on fire, steadily gaining degrees.

"Relax, I'm not going to eat you, dearheart," Wesker whispered against her skin.

Cara pushed him away, desperate for some distance. "We shouldn't be doing this. This was a mistake. I-"

"I don't make mistakes," with one firm tug, the suit dropped to the ground, pooling at her feet. Cara felt all the warmth migrate downwards and shivered, feeling her stomach play host to angry butterflies. She still had her clothes on, but she felt naked in front of him and yearned for the scorching suit to cover her again.

"Come, it's time to go," Wesker turned to leave, and she exhaled, her body losing its tension. She couldn't bring herself to move, glaring at his back. She chewed her lips and sighed at the confusing thoughts now occupying her mind. There was enough stress in her life, and this was the ripe cherry on top.

Noticing her lack of movement, Wesker paused at the door, "I know you want to continue, but this is not the place nor time. wouldn't want anyone thinking they could join in,"

when she thought her face couldn't glow any hotter, it proved her dead wrong. "You go ahead. I'll take the bus. It's safer." Cara rushed to the door, but he hooked a finger in the back of her shirt, pulling her back.

"Nonsense. a young lady like you shouldn't take the bus this late at night. wouldn't want you falling into the wrong hands."

"Like there are worse hands than yours." Cara retorted, slapping his hand away, but they just went on to wrap around her waist. She was ready to munch on some fingers when the hand suddenly disappeared just as a couple of researchers passed them in the hallway. They all greeted him as 'Captain Wesker' before making quick strides out of sight.

"Oh yes, there are. Ones holding scalpels over your skin as you lay paralyzed,"

"Have you... have you dissected before?" Cara swallowed, glaring at his hands as they continued stealing touches. Those hands hurt and killed innocent people, yet she couldn’t fully say they were unwelcome.

"I was a scientist before I was ever a cop." she hated people who dodged questions, skirting around the sinkhole but never falling to the bottom.

"So... you did? Or not?" she frowned, failing to read him. his long strides made it harder for her to keep up, forcing her to almost jog after him.

"Give me the badge you stole from the researcher. I don't want it leaving the building."

"Come on, it's a simple yes or no,"

Stopping suddenly, Wesker extended his hand, palms up. " The badge, now." The order was clear, and she struggled to do the opposite.

Huffing loudly, Cara ignored his outstretched hand and shoved the key card beneath his bullet vest before walking away.

"Cara," He called out to her, and she couldn't help but pause. His voice had a way with people, lulling them to do his bidding.

With arms crossed, Cara glared at Wesker. "What is it? I already gave it back. It's not broken. I just used it."

"Since you know your way around the hospital so well, why don't you give me a tour?" He smirked, leaning against the wall, his eyes following her movements.

"I'm your employee, right? I Gotta do my job properly. I was checking for security threats over there, but it looks like the hallway is clear. I'll be checking this way next" Cara turned around and began walking down another hallway, her hands over her eyes like binoculars.

"you're still going the wrong way dearheart, it's this way. I ought to demote you for your lack of direction," Wesker smirked, nodding in the opposite direction she was going.

Cara followed, admitting that she had no clue where she was going. She pretended he wasn't walking ahead of her trying to focus on everything but him. it was hard, given how she nearly let him have everything. No matter how many times she forced her eyes away, they kept soaking in the way his muscles moved beneath his uniform as he walked. How was she supposed to behave around him now? Pretend it didn't happen?

With his words fresh on her mind, Cara nibbled on her nails. ' I don't make mistakes.'

What was she supposed to do now?

[monst]

Imposter: Coms

Part 2:Coms

An interactive bnha among us au:

Word count: 2,680

Warnings: This series contains descriptions of murder and dismemberment, Deception and morally questionable actions, Angst and betrayal.

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Taglist: @redbeanteax​ @tspice283​ @kurinhimenezu​  @simpforeveryone @ queenlibra134 

           Shinsou looked at each and everyone one of you, thought creasing his brows. His eyes bore into you the longest, vibrant plum hues narrowed in frothy suspicion. Everyone waited with baited breath, suits squeaking as the lot of you shifted uncomfortably. A slow thick puddle of lead settling in your bellies at the thought of being in a group with a Sticur. There was no other sound on the vessel save for the whirring of machinery and the dull hum of the oxygen pump filling the ship with air.  

Remorse gripped at your trembling heart, there was a parasitic alien aboard. It had quite possibly slithered into someone’s body all because you forgot to throw out trash… You were slowly sinking into the quicksand of self-loathing only for your Captain to call you to attention. 

“(Lastname) You're with me and Bakugou.” He ordered. Bakugou nodded curtly, vermillion eyes lacerating your form, he didn’t have to speak in order for you to pick up on why his hues were so sharp. You felt your heart plummet when his fingers flexed over the taser, you eyes quickly shifting towards the grey flooring. 

“Hagakure, Kirishima, Kaminari and Shindo, your cafeteria. Make sure to clear the area and make sure there are no signs of another one.” 

“Sir.” They nodded. 

You heard the sound of their clunky boots hitting the metal as they walked towards the cafeteria, you had almost thought them halfway across the storage room when a heavy hand suddenly dipped your shoulder. Your feeble blood pumping organ almost lurched out of your throat at the contact but the sight of the hot pink suit allowed you to breath out a stream of air. 

“Be careful.” Shindo nodded, his dark eyes glaring at the Captain and the head of security. “Most of these people grew up and studied together so there’s no telling who’ll cover for who.” The last bit was spoken in a rushed murmur and before you could question him he was rushing off towards his temporary team. 

“Amajiki I’m going to need you to start setting up the lab, as soon as you get there you assess Midoriya and Mirio. The rest of us will follow as soon as we get done with our tasks.” Shinsou informed. 

Midoriya visibly trembled, his mouth moving a mile a minute as he thought of the current predicament. “Oi you're going to be fine.” Bakugou...Reassured. You’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t surprising. Shinsou motioned for the both of you to follow him and soon you were back in the communications room. 

“I need you to establish a secure connection to the tower.” He commanded, Your legs quickly carried you to one of the monitors in the room. 

“Sir the connection is stable but no one is picking up.” You sighed. 

“We’ll wait.” He huffed, crossing his arms. Static filled the room as you waited for those who were grounded to answer the distress signal. 

“Why the fuck aren’t they picking up.” Bakugou growled. 

“Lines are probably full.” You mumbled. “That and I gave Yaoyorozu an all clear before we found the...you know.”

Bakugou sneered at you, his lip curling to reveal his bared teeth. He was about to go off on you when you finally heard someone on the other side. 

“Alpha 251, what is your emergency.” The stoic voice was immediately recognizable and you shared a look with the seething blonde when your captain visibly stiffened. 

“Admiral Aizawa.” Shinsou stated. “There’s been a breach a Sticur has managed to get onboard.” 

“Fucking hell.” You heard the Admiral cuss, he called over a couple of people on the end of his line, he demanded information from them, nonsensical scientific jargon that you couldn’t comprehend. He asked you captain a plethora of questions from the time of the incident to any suspicious parties…. Unsurprisingly your name was mentioned along with Mirio. With a final sigh the Admiral gave Shinsou one last order.

“You are in the clear to use procedure AFO.” 

“Yes sir.” Shinsou sighed. 

You and Bakugou shared another look, his confused expression was all you needed to understand that he had no clue what AFO was. 

When the line cut off Shinsou motioned for Bakugou to come closer, you observed from behind the two of them, your heart hammering in your chest as Shinsou asked to see if the taser was in working order. 

“This.” He licked his lips in trepidation. “This is our only weapon.” His purple hues connected with both of you. 

“You can’t be serious.” You whispered. “Why is there only-

“To prevent mutiny.” Bakugou answered, attaching the item onto his belt. “....It was pretty 

common back then.” 

You could tell the blonde was holding his tongue, you were too, you had so many questions but your Captain was incredibly tight lipped. You only hoped he’d relay the essentials… 

The purple haired man motioned for you two to follow his cyan suit shifting as he walked out of the room and turned right. Your brows furrowed when you found yourself in the Shield’s room. Gloved fingers waved over a hologram and the image of the ship's forcefield enlarged. There were various shades of blue and red and a quiet curse word slipped from your superiors lips. 

“There’s a weak point near the Storage garbage chute.” He informed, WIthout a second thought he began to work on fortifying it. It looked like magic… the way he moved the holograms, he made them smaller, larger at times he’d vocalize a series of codes and you watched in mild fascination as some of the red areas bagan to turn blue. You watched him work until Bakugou cleared his throat, demanding your attention. 

“Don’t trust that Shindo guy.” He ordered…?

“And why not?” You scoffed. ‘He’s been a hell of a lot nicer to me than you’ve been’ is what you wanted to say. 

“He’s nothing but a no good liar.” He summarized. “I get that you might have gained a ‘liking’ for him but he has a partner back-”

“Woah, way to jump to conclusions.” You hissed. “First of all he’s not leading me on, I literally met him five days ago!? How the hell wou-”

“Would the two of you shut up.” Shinsou groaned. “..That’s weird.” He mused. “This looks like it was tampered with. I’ll have to check the logs.”

“Whose in charge of Shields?” Bakugou asked. 

“Midoriya.” Bakugou perked up at that. 

“Watch it, he’d never flub his job.” He defended, you shrugged. “That damned shitty nerd is great at his job.”

“What’s with you defending him.” You asked suspiciously. 

“None of your business.” He retaliated. You did catch him grumbling something about ‘being the only one who can come up with something to get us out of this.’ 

You shuffled awkwardly, the sound of Bakugou breathing and Shinsou working the only things audible above the usual spacecraft racket. 

“...Bakugou” 

“Hm” He grunted his gaze set on the long hallway behind you, the one you had walked down so carelessly earlier..

“A-aliens aren’t m-my forte, I only know that Sticur’s are parasites but what exactly do they do.. Well besides destroying their host.”

“Ha.” He scoffed. “They do so much more than rot you from the inside out.” He grit his teeth, his eyes boring holes into air. “Those fuckers are despicable. Once they enter your body it’s like nothing ever happened. Your memory of it slipping inside of you, gone. Once it’s inside it latches onto your brain and begins to absorb everything.”

You shivered at the description, you were about to comment when he continued. “They’re smart little bastards and they consume the host’s memories so that they know everything that the host has done, they can recall names, activities, faces, hell they take control and they act no different from the person they’ve overtaken.” 

“And that’s not even the worst of it.” Shinsou added, clapping his hands, his task finally finished. “They’re blood thirsty, once they’re in control they make a game out of killing any surrounding beings.”

“The motherfuckers don’t even need to eat so it’s all just fucked up fun for their kind.” Bakugou hissed. 

“T-then how do you know-”

“You don’t.” Shinsou sighed, beginning to walked down the corridor, “Well you can… but 

only in the first hours, while absorbing memories the Sticur will act unlike the host and throw up a disgusting gunk of putrid rot.” 

You thought back to the garbage chute. “Depending on the mental strength of a host the Sticur will induce vomiting a couple of times.” Your captain added. You couldn’t even begin to imagine that, having such a corrosive liquid bubble from your throat…. It sounded vile. Once you got to the end of the corridor your station opened up in front of you, the large windows allowing you to see the weaponry attached to the front of the ship. 

The lot of you didn’t dwell there as a symphony of voices rang in various tones in the cafeteria ahead. What threw you for a loop was that the rest of the crew was there, including Amakiki, Midoriya and Mirio. They stood helplessly near the other door as the four sent into the cafeteria argued. 

“I just want an explanation.” Hagakure huffed holding up a biohazard bag with more of 

the gooey rot. 

“Well what is there to explain?! It was obviously a set up!?” You heard...Kirishima shout!? You’ve never heard the lovable redhead raise his voice, especially not to Hagakure…

“Shut up Kirishima this doesn’t concern you!” Shindo hissed, stepping up closer to the burly man. Kaminari’s eyes were frantic, fear highlighting his golden hues. 

“Enough!” Shinsou shouted, stepping forward, he was quickly followed by Bakugou who wedged himself in between his friend and the aggressive brunette. “What’s going on?”

“We found more of this.” Hagakure answered, holding up the bag. 

“Where?” He asked. 

“In the Oxygen unit.” She replied. Your eyes darted to the last person you saw in there. 

“....Why were you in there? Your job was to check the cafeteria?” Your captain asked, His eyes darting to Kaminari as he clenched his fist at the implication.

“We decided to split up.” Shindo answered. “I remembered that there was a chute in the Oxygen unit and we left Kirishima and Kaminari here to check on this one while me and Hagakure went to check out the O2 chute.”

“I specifically told you to stay together.” Shinsou frowned. 

“It was better this way.” Hagakure added. “It’s a gamble but in twos it’d be easier to figure out who the imposter is. You know...If one doesn’t come back then it’s obviously the one who does.” She shrugged. 

Your captain mulled this over. And even you could agree that even though it was risky life it would work in weeding out the Sticur…. 

“And both of us came back, with this.” She continued. 

Kaminari hugged his mini-clone close, tears bubbling in his eyes at the accusation. “I-It’s not me, I swear it’s not. I-I was just cleaning out the filter. I didn’t even touch the chute.”

“...B-but what were you doing in the O2 room?” You heard Amajiki mumble. “You're an electrician…” 

“Shut the fuck up.” Kirishima seethed, startling everyone. “It’s not him! It can’t be him! And he was only there because he was assigned that task!” 

“Calm down.” Shinsou ordered, his eyes narrowing. “Before we continue with the accusations was anything found here?” 

“N-no it looks like this chute was emptied earlier today.” Kaminari sniffed, his eyes visibly red beneath his visor. Kirishima put his hand on the crying blonde’s shoulder, a heated glare set on those who were accusing his friend. Kaminari was openly crying now, and Kirishima’s hostile expression softened as he kneeled down to console him. 

“I still think it’s him.” You heard Hagakure whisper from behind you. You didn’t recall when but you had found yourself in the center of the cafeteria with your fellow crewmates. Silence reigned over all of you until Midoriya decided to say something essential. 

“We need to come up with a plan. It doesn’t matter if the Sticur knows our moves so long as we stick to it, we can wait it out until it’s host decomposes.” 

You way he dehumanized whoever was infected sat wrong with you but you were in no position to argue with one of the lead scientists. 

“Or until we get the test results.” Mirio added. That was all everyone needed to hear and slowly, you all walked to the Medbay and filed in. Blood was drawn from everyone, your eyes were peeled, wide and watchful as you tried to catch any odd reactions to the blood drawing. When all of the samples had been collected you all sat down around the room, some on the floor others on a cot. 

“I’ve decided our next step, this will be implemented until we catch the host. Hagakure and Shindo are right we can’t keep traveling in threes and fours, This ship requires too much maintenance for that. We’ll stick to pairs, everyone will know who is paired with who.” You all understood what that meant… But it wasn’t exactly comforting. 

“..W-what do we do when it’s caught?” Amajiki asked. 

“We eject the fucker.” Bakugou summarized. 

“You mean the airlock?” Kirishima asked, when it was confirmed he paled. “B-but what if we’re wrong? Aren’t Sticur’s supposed to be tricky? You know what’ll happen to someone who isn’t-

“We know.” Shinsou sighed. “I was cleared to use AFO, meaning all for one. HQ doesn’t care how but we’re not to advance or go back until the alien has been dealt with. It doesn’t matter who makes it back so long as it’s not the parasite.” 

It was then that the gravity of the situation hit you…. You could seriously die out here, If the alien didn’t get you, your own crewmates would literally shoot you out into the dust and gases of infinite space. 

“Wouldn’t the ejected body just stick close to the ship…” You mumbled trying to distract yourself from the thought. 

“Yes the ship’s gravity will have the body satellite the vessel, which is where you come in (Lastname).” Your captain replied. 

“What do you mean?”

“Once ejected, it’s your job as the weapon specialist to get rid of it, the vacuum won’t affect the parasite, so you’ll need to destroy it.” Your blood ran cold. “I’ve decided…. And it’s fitting considering that this is your fault. You’ll be the one to give the final verdict on who we eject, and you will end them. We’ll consider it a merciful death to those who might be unfortunate enough to find themselves thrown out, it’s better than the painful end they’d meet otherwise.”

“H-How can you say that?!” You shuddered. 

“HQ has abandoned us.. AFO is basically a last suicidal resort. So please (Name) please make the right decision.” He pleaded. 

You hugged your legs to your body, the cot you sat upon no longer feeling comfortable. In your hands were the lives of nine people. If you deduced who the Imposter was on the first go you’d all live. If not you would have killed someone innocent and if you don’t choose then the Sticur will pick you all off one by one…

Your eyes scanned the room, everyone's eyes were on you. You would hold off on using the airlock for now, you weren’t sure if you were ready to outright murder a comrade. And you weren’t sure if you had enough information to make the call. But there was someone you had in mind who gave you bad vibes and you discreetly stared at……

(Who did you stare at?)

[hopesbarnes]

NOT WHAT IT SEEMS (9)

Summary: Social Media AU; Y/N L/N, Peter Parker, and Harry Osborn are thick as thieves. Best friends till the end. They just don’t tell each other everything. Peter doesn’t know Y/N is in love with him, and Y/N doesn’t know he’s Spiderman. College is hard enough without all the secrets and lies. But everything has to come to light at some point? Doesn’t it?

A/N: This chapter is mostly text but there’s a few pictures also. Only two more chapters after this... (ps i see the typo in the text)

“You are really sucking at this game,” Peter says laughing.

“What 20 year old has Guess Who anyway,” you say and flip-down more characters. 

“Completely mature and grown-up ones. Duh,” he says and smiles cheekily. 

“Your smile’s really cute,” you say and put your face down to hide how much you’re freaking out. You didn’t mean to say that comment aloud.

“Peter- I,” you say at the same time he says “Y/N, you-” and the two of you nervously giggle and he shakes his head. 

“You first,” he says and you nod. 

“I really like you, Pete,” you admit shyly.

“Thank fucking god,” he says and your head snaps up. “I really like you too.” And for a moment it feels like there aren’t any barriers between you. It doesn’t feel like you’re Black Cat, the vigilante thief who kills people. It just feels like you’re a girl. A girl in love with her best friend. 

His eyes drift to your lips and you slowly lean in closer to him. You’ve been dreaming of kissing Peter Parker for far too long, and it finally is going to come true. Until he freezes and looks shaken.

“I- uh. I have to go,” he says suddenly and grabs his jacket before taking off. From his apartment. You have no idea what happened. Maybe this was all too much for him...

You use a grappling hook to swing near where the Avenger’s tower is. It’s late and the only thing illuminating the city is neon lights. The A on the tower shines bright, a symbol of hope for all people. All people who don’t see the greedy nature of Tony Stark, or annoying need to be good that Spiderman exudes. The need that jailed your ex-boyfriend instead of giving him the slow excruciating death he deserves. You take in a breath and release your retractable claws. There’s a fight to win.

You land on the building next to the tower and watch the scene unfold in the distance. Spiderman and Goblin are at fighting at the top of the building and it doesn’t look good. Harry’s throwing punches, but Spiderman dodges every one or swings out of their reach. Their skills are matched and Harry needs a tipping point to win. A tipping point that has your name written on it. You switch your comm to the channel Harry told you to use and perch yourself on the side of the building you’re on.  

“Goblin, where’s the file,” you shout knowing that the file on the flashdrive is what matters most.

“By the glass door!” he yells back between grunts. You back up and take off running towards the tower using your claws to grip the railing of the launchpad beneath where they’re fighting. You know Spiderman can sense you now and will see you any minute now. 

You attach the grappling hook again, this time to the structure above you and front flip right into the spider’s eyesight.

“Black Cat! Nice to meet you. I don’t like cats very much!” he says and still manages to grab Harry’s fist mid punch. This time though it knocks Harry off balance and sends him falling to the ground. It allows Spiderman to run over to where you are, and you lose the time advantage to grab the file still laying by the doors at least twenty feet away. You try to twist and leap off the story you’re on and land back on the landing pad, but he thwips a web at your leg and pulls you back down to the ground. He goes to pull the web towards him, but you use your claw to cut the substance from you. It gives you enough time to turn his trick against him and yank the web sending him towards you and on top of you.

“Hi, there spider,” you say sweetly and reach a hand up and caress his masked face. 

“Huh?” he says at your motion, and you weave your leg over his allowing you to flip your body over his and cage him in. It works like a charm and stuns him enough to get you to stand.

“Cat, I got the drive, we need to get out of here,” Harry says over the comms and you do a back walkover to the edge of the building.

“You were fun to play with Spidey, but I gotta go!” you coo and dive backward off the building landing in a crouched position on the landing pad. Harry uses his glider to reach you and shows you the drive in his hand. 

“We’re in business again,” he says and you can tell beneath his mask he’s grinning. He reaches a leg up to board his glider again, but instead is paralyzed and you see electricity move through his body. It causes him to collapse to the ground again. 

You spot the thread connected to his suit and follow it to see it reach Spiderman’s hands. He’s dangling from the upper layer with one arm and using the other to send a taser web to the Goblins’ suit. It had to have caused his suit to reboot and leave him temporarily vulnerable. He releases the taser web and sends a new web to grab the drive that has fallen from Harry’s gloved hand to the ground next to him. He isn’t quick enough though and you jump to grab the drive and get pulled back to where Spiderman hangs. 

“Someone’s eager for another round,” you say before getting ready to steal the drive back. It gets tossed to the other side of the building. You have to get Spiderman off the roof before you can get it.

“Just can’t let this in the hands of a cat burglar. No hard feelings though,” he chuckles.

The two of you are mere feet apart and circle each other like predators intimidating their prey.

“You do know cats kill spiders for fun, right?” you say and run towards him, sliding beneath his legs at the last minute getting him off balance. He swings a web your way but you duck it and double back towards him.

You get close enough and manage to kick his stomach. He recoils in pain but doesn’t drop. 

“You’re pretty resilient. But baby, so am I,” you scoff and walk towards him. He throws a punch that you dodge. It allows you to get behind him and claw his back with your talons. 

“Fuck! That stung!” he yells. Finally, Harry flies back up and tosses one of him bombs towards Spiderman. It goes off with a loud bang and a fire starts. The two of you worked in the Oscorp labs to lace Harry’s bombs with a neuroinhibitor that temporarily disables Spiderman’s spidey senses.  

Harry flies to where the drive is, but Spiderman follows behind and throws a web to grab hold of Goblin. But instead, it attaches to his mask and knocks it loose. With a yank of the web, the mask comes off. You’re sure it wasn’t Spiderman’s intention to unmask Harry, but it’s been done. And it’s abundantly clear that the heir to Oscorp, the headliner of many gossip columns, and son of Norman Osborn has been wreaking havoc on the city.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath. There’s no coming back from this. Harry is done for. 

“Harry Osborn?” Spiderman says and Harry freezes for a second upon hearing his name. But he swiftly gets his footing back and grabs another bomb from his glider. Before he can throw it towards the spider, his wrist is kicked and the bomb gets thrown towards you. 

“Y/N look out!” Harry yells out instinctively. His eyes go wide once he realizes his mistake and all he can do is blink. You duck the bomb effortlessly, letting it hit a corner of the building and the area goes up in flames. 

“Y/N?” The masked spider says. There’s hurt laced in his voice and you don’t know why. All you know is your days of being a masked vigilante are gone. You relied on being in the shadows, and unknown force that took justice into her own claws. But all that is over now.

Spiderman pulls at his mask, and you’re left face to face with the boy you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember. Peter Parker. Your Peter Parker. The same guy you were just playing a game with mere hours ago. The guy who trips on his laces and sends you goofy chemistry puns. He’s been a superhero this entire time. Not just a superhero, the one you have been helping Harry takedown. 

“Pete?” you say and drop your mask too, there’s no point in trying to keep anonymity now. 

“You’re spiderman?” You ask rhetorically. You can’t wrap your mind around the fact he’s the spider. God, he’s Harrys best friend too. They’re roommates for christ’s sake. How did everything get so twisted?

“Oh god. What have we done,” you say and collapse to the ground. A tear leaves your eye. All you wanted was to help those who didn’t get justice. And serve that justice to those who escaped it. Maybe steal a few things from those who didn’t need them, but you never meant to let it get this far. 

“I’m so sorry. I can’t fight you. I’m in love with you!” you admit aloud and Peter kneels beside you. He wraps his arms tightly and you hold him tight. But Harry comes to shatter the reunion.

“You fucking killed my father!” He says venomously. Peter stands up to try and reason with him, but he doesn’t stop and impales Peter on a sharp-tipped boomerang. The blade goes straight through Peter’s chest and he collapses to the ground.

“You stabbed him!” you cry out. Harry reaches unceremoniously for the drive that fell from Peter’s hand and goes to take off. As if he didn’t just stab his best friend. 

“Y/N! We need to go!” he says without any discernable emotion, but you can’t move. You can’t leave your Peter here to bleed out. 

“I’m not going with you, Harry. This has all gotten out of hand!” you say and Harry takes off. Leaving you and a bleeding Peter parker. Both unmasked, and in a situation, you shouldn’t be in.

[ladyanput]

Seeing Green Ch. 13

The figure that rose once the purple cleared away. He looked about two feet above the tallest man there, his muscular body wrapped in bandages, reminding Marinette of a mummy. Chains hung from him, and his eyes glowed a sickly green.

"Jason.. Oh no.." Eva whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

" I am not Jason." Those vile green eyes turned towards Eva, and he grinned to show off his mouth full of sharp teeth. "I am Lazarus, and I am here to destroy those who aren't worth redeeming."

Lazarus gripped one of his chains tightly in one hand, the rusted metal beginning to glow green. He trained his eyes on Lila and he grinned. He back and struck, lashing out with the chain.

"Lila, look out!" Sabrina screamed. Lila let out her own scream and grabbed Sabrina's arm, shoving her in front of her. Sabrina was then wrapped up in the chain, and let out a howl of pain as her eyes glowed green. Everyone watching could see the veins in her body light up the same sickly green colour and her howls turned into screams of rage.

"Everyone, you need to get out, now!" Marinette stood firm and shouted. That seemed to shake the dumbstruck crowd and a mass panic ensured. Marinette reached out and grabbed Eva's hand, gripping it tightly and the two began running, looking to hide and transform. But those ideas were quickly dashed when Kim grabbed the both of them and dragged them off.

So here they were, locked in a room with their class and Miss Bustier. All the meanwhile, Lila was seated in a chair, sobbing while her entourage tried to soothe her.

"P- poor Sabrina sacrificed herself for me, she was such a good friend!" Lila whimpered, while Mylène patted her arm and Ivan tried her best to cheer her up.

"Are you all fucking serious?" Marinette snapped. Everyone turned and stared at the girl in shock, as her cursing was… Impossible. Marinette stormed right up to Lila, fury blazing in her eyes. "This is all your fault, yours and Alya's. Why, why can't you just leave things alone, Lila? Now Jason is akumatized, and he's not just some civilian, Lila, he knows military combat, he's a fighter and now he's out for your blood."

"But how is an akuma here?" Rose whispered in horror, clinging tightly to Juleka, who looked equally as terrified. "Hawkmoth is in Paris, isn't he..?"

"Obviously not anymore." Max muttered, his own nerves wracked horribly at the sight of the akuma.

"None of this would have happened if you had kept your kids under control, Caline." Eva snapped, leaning against the locked door and trembling. When she heard Lazarus roar, she shut her eyes tightly, a few tears streaking down her cheeks  "Now Jason is akumatized because you let a liar and her rabid bitch run loose."

"Excuse me?! You're the one who's been fucking my boyfriend!" Alya snapped, taking a threatening step towards Eva, only to be cut off by Nino getting into her path.

"I broke up with you because you're not the same Alya I first started dating. You're selfish, self absorbed, and only think about yourself and Lila. I don't love you anymore, I hate you. Eva never touched me, Lila lied, just like she lied about everything else!" Nino got right in Alya's face, trying to get her to see reason. But it was like talking to a brick wall and Alya began screaming in his face.

Marinette looked around the room, dread curling in her gut as she saw no other doors, no windows. There was only one exit and there was no way to get out.

How could Damian and his family handle an akuma alone? They didn't have her powers of purification, or her Cure, or her Lucky Charm. She had to get out, but with her classmates here…

"Marinette, I need the necklace." Eva turned out, her body shivering and her voice strained with pain. This caught the class' attention. Eva strode up and grabbed the young heroine's shoulders. "Please, he's hurting! I can't just leave him out there, I have to save him!"

"B-but…!" Marinette stared into those tear filled eyes, her mouth going dry as she realized they didn't really have a choice.

"What the hell are you talking about, you don't have to do anything. Lila can just call Ladybug and she'll come and save us." Alya snapped, having returned to sit beside Lila, all the while everyone listened to the screams of horror and Lazarus roaring for Lila and Alya to face him. 

"They can't fight this alone, you know this! And Hawkmoth is in Gotham, Marinette, how else could there be an akuma here?! He's here, he's in unknown territory!" Eva's voice became more frantic.

Marinette was quiet for a heartbeat, before she grabbed her clutch she had set on a table and opened it. Tikki stared up at her in shock, then grim acceptance. When the Kwami flew up, the class went deathly silent.

"I'm sorry, Tikki, I wish I didn't have to." Marinette whispered, cupping her hands to let the Kwami sit. "I'm going to be exposed."

"... This may be your only chance to get Hawkmoth. We'll figure this all out later, I promise." Tikki smiled, and then it finally seemed to click.

"Marinette, you're… Ladybug?" Nino whispered as realization hit him. Marinette merely met his gaze and smiled.

"Tikki, spots on!"

And as Ladybug stood firm before them, she looked different. Gone was the spandex one-piece of spots. Her long dark hair was up in a ponytail, her body clad in a red suit with black armour on the shoulders, around her waist, arms, and legs. Her signature yoyo hung at her hip and her feet were clad in black combat boots.

The class erupted in a surprised frenzy, but Marinette ignored them, turning instead towards Eva, opening her yoyo and taking out a small box, setting it in her friend's hands.

Eva gratefully opened the box and Trixx appeared, going and nuzzling his Chosen as she out on the necklace.

Lila and Alya stared at the familiar looking necklace as reality finally clicked in.

"That's mine!" Alya screeched, getting to her feet and racing over, only to halt abruptly when Trixx flew into her face, the Kwami looking furious.

"You, Alya Césaire, were unworthy to hold this Miraculous. I may be the being of tricks and illusions, yes, but I am also the being of truth. How can one expect to create convincing illusions if one cannot see the truth in all things? You and Lila Rossi are beings of lies, her weaving the tales and you drinking them down as if they were a fine wine. I never thought of you as my kit, Césaire, you are only a disgrace."

"You… You're wrong.." Alya whispered, taking a shaky step back. Eva merely stared at the reporter as she transformed, revealing Lady Vixen in all her glory. Said heroine then reached out and grabbed Alya's phone, throwing it against the floor to smash it, swiftly doing the same to Lila's phone before either girl could react.

"You breathe one word about our identities to anyone and I'll never forgive you." Ladybug announced, the look in her cold blue eyes scaring everyone in the room. "Now stay here and try not to make things worse."

The class watched wordlessly as Ladybug left them without taking a look back.

Gone was the loyalty and the trust. She'd never give any of them a Miraculous again, even to those who had asked for forgiveness.

If their loyalty was so frail, why would she bother?

…

Robin hated Lila with every inch of his being at that moment. He dodged another chain, causing it to wrap around a pillar and thus breaking it. He landed on one of the tables, only to be tackled by one of the brain washed drones of pure madness Lazarus had created.

Damian knew this madness, he had been affected by it once himself. He drew back and punched the man on top of him in the face, sending him flying backwards.

"Anyone seen Ladybug?" Nightwing spat out some blood, having taken a fist to the face, courtesy of Lazarus.

"No, Red Robin, did you see where the butterfly touched?" Batman called out as he tried to get in a clear shot to try and taze Lazarus, but there were too many of the goons in the way.

"Look out!" Queen Bee used her spinning top to pull Batman out of the way of oncoming chains, Ryuko and Viperion quickly joining after.

"We need to find the akumatized item and destroy it!" Ladybug called out, as Red Robin jumped onto Lazarus' back, tasering him  to try and weaken him. But it had little effect, with Lazarus grabbing the hero around the waist and tossing him through one of the glass windows.

Lazarus was brutal and bloodthirsty, in the simplest of terms. When he punched or grabbed, he sought to destroy. He grabbed onto Nightwing's leg and crushed it. Starfire, infuriated by the harm caused to him, began pelting the akuma with attacks.

"I need to find what was akumatized!" Ladybug called out, watching as Vixen kept calling out Jason's name, telling him to fight it. Ladybug glanced over at Robin, feeling her panic spike. "Then we need to break it, I can't purify the butterfly without it."

"What's the plan?" Ryuko landed beside her, watching as Queen Bee and Viperion tried to distract Lazarus, attempting to give them more time.

"I…" Ladybug stared at Lazarus, an icy feeling growing in her belly. She watched as Queen Bee was knocked to the ground, then brutally stomped on by Lazarus, the sound of cracking bone and Queen Bee's scream rattling Ladybug to her very bones.

Ryuko and Viperion cried out Queen Bee's name,  rage filling them as they rushed forward. Robin avoided a swipe, then saw Ladybug standing there, frozen in place and looking terrified.

"Angel? Ladybug, what's wrong?" He ran over, pulling her out of the way of an oncoming chain and both of them rolling under a table. He held the trembling heroine close. "Mari?"

Blood rushed in her head, the roaring sound filling her ears. She couldn't do this, she couldn't think of a plan… Chat had usually helped and now she didn't have him anymore…

She was useless without him…

"Angel, snap out of it!" Robin gave her a rough shake, snapping her out of her stupor. He stared at her, then cupped her face in her hands. "Don't listen to anything he's told you, understand? You are amazing, smart, and you handled Hawkmoth and his minions all by yourself. You've done it and I know you can do it, we're all behind you."

Ladybug's eyes seemed to focus and a determined look took over her expression. She rolled out from under the table and grabbed her yo-yo.

"Lucky Charm!" She shouted, tossing it in the air as Batman was sent flying by Lazarus hitting him. 

When a spotted crowbar landed in her hands, Nightwing saw it and let out a slew of curses.

"Is this some sort of sick joke?" He snapped, while Ladybug stared up at him before shaking her head, dumbfounded. "Well this isn't funny! You don't take that think anywhere near him, you understa-"

Nightwing was cut off by being promptly grabbed and slammed into the floor, the marble cracking beneath them.

"Give me your Miraculous, Ladybug!" Lazarus snarled as he grabbed a different chain, and it shot out at her. She screamed as she was ensnared in the chain and sharply dragged over to the akuma, dropping the crowbar in the process. As she was dragged, she struggled to get the chains loose, but they were bound so tightly that she could feel even her bones straining.

 Lazarus quickly grabbed her by the throat, his other hand going for her ear. A purple mask appeared over Lazarus' enraged face, and a sickly grin spread. He firmly grasped one of the earrings, and began to pull. Ladybug gazed deep into those madness ridden eyes, and frowned.

"Bruce wouldn't want you to do this. Neither would Dick, or Tim, or Damian. Fight it, Jason, please. We can get Lila without you doing this." She urged him, her hand managing to find her yo-yo and she began to fiddle with it. As she distracted the akuma with her speech, as he halted his movements, she kicked the Black Cat ring in Robin's direction. And she knew deep in her heart that she was making the right choice.

"That's the thing, I know people like Lila… They never get punished. They only care about themselves and feed off the weak, and it seems nobody is doing anything about it.." Lazarus snarled, his grip tightening on her throat, making her squeak in pain. "I will give her an experience that she'll never forget."

"My, my, this is quite a surprise." The voice snapped both Lazarus and Ladybug out of their stupor, and they looked over and saw the Joker standing not too far from them, firmly grasping the spotted crowbar. "I must say, hot shot, you certainly do know how to clear a room."

"You…" Lazarus snarled, dropping Ladybug to the ground as he suddenly began his advance towards the Joker. "You bastard!"

Ladybug watched in horror as Lazarus charged at Joker, who drew back the crowbar and hit him in his thigh. Before she could call out, a figure landed by her side.

She stared at the new Black Cat, his outfit reminding her of one of the pictures Alfred had once shown her on young Damian, when he first came to Gotham. It was all black, with accents of the acidic green, the emblem of the Black Cat shown firmly on his chest. His hood was drawn up, having the faint outline of cat ears, and his face was adorned with a black domino mask, the eyes only a glowing, constant green.

"Hello Angel." He held up a powered up and pressed it against the chains. They crumbled into dust, finally freeing the heroine. He stumbled back a step when Marinette suddenly hugged him, but he quickly hugged her back, holding her close. "It's okay, we can do this."

Ladybug nodded firmly and turned towards Lazarus, where he had Joker pinned to the floor, his hands wrapped around his neck and squeezing tightly.

"I'll kill you, finally doing something Batman was too cowardly to do." Lazarus snarled, completely immersed in strangling the clown, even when a purple mask appeared over his face and Hawkmoth screamed in his head.

That was when Ladybug noticed something. Bound to Lazarus' chest by the yellowed bandages was a single rose. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, before realization kicked in. She rushed forward and shoved Lazarus, knocking him off balance and away from Joker, who quickly turned back into a gasping Lady Vixen. Eyes focused, she quickly ducked under Lazarus' swinging arms, before grabbing the flower and promptly crushing it.

Jason collapsed to the floor with a groan as the black butterfly left the destroyed flower. Ladybug grinned and quickly shot out her yoyo. Batman watched as she let the small creature go, then tossed the discarded crowbar in the air.

"Miraculous Ladybug!" 

And suddenly the destroyed room was back to its immaculate form. There were a series of beeps and everyone except Ryuko and Queen Bee transformed back.

"I suppose you want this back." Damian smiled as he strode towards the exhausted Marinette, beginning to take off the ring. But Marinette set a hand over his to stop him.

"Damian Wayne, I, the Guardian of the Miraculous, hereby grant you the Miraculous of the Black Cat. May you serve it well." She smiled up at him, taking his hand and lacing their fingers.

Damian stared down at her. He had known he had outgrown the mantle of Robin for quite some time, but he had never expected this. A grin spread across his face and he scooped her up for a fierce kiss.

"I promise I'll be much better than that mangy alley cat. Tadmir, the new Black Cat, vows this to you." He promised, resting his forehead against hers. They heard the giggles from Tikki and Plagg, but chose to ignore them. But it was when they noticed everyone rushing over to where Jason was struggling to stand, that they pulled apart and ran over.

"Well.." Jason gave a shaky smile, being supported by Dick and Tim. "That was one hell of a party, huh?"

…

The Miraculous team stared at the city skyline, seeming deep in thought, as Batman and his team approached.

"Are you certain he's in the city?" Batman spoke as Ladybug turned towards him, her arms crossed.

"Yes, Tikki told me she could sense the Butterfly Miraculous as well as the Peacock. They're here, and things will get worse if we don't stop them."

"We'll find them, and then we'll finish this once and for all." Tadmir set a supportive hand on Ladybug's shoulder, earning himself a smile from her.

But then a flicker of bright blue caught everyone's attention. 

Ladybug watched, slack jawed, as Mayura ran across the rooftop adjacent to them, carrying something in her arms. No, not something, someone.

Adrien.

"No…" Ladybug whispered, her voice shaky with rage. Something in her snapped and she immediately took after the villian.

"Ladybug!" Queen Bee called out, the others quickly following.

But Ladybug didn't pay attention, her heart pounding, the blood roaring in her ears as she focused in on Mayura.

Follow Mayura, find Hawkmoth.

And he wasn't going to escape, he wasn't going to hole up in some liar and sent out minions. 

Ladybug was going to finish this once and for all.

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