#d shark x y/n

[falling-endlessly]

The Lesson

Vox x Reader

Summary: Vox comes home to find you lying in a pool of your own blood.

As soon as the security cameras in your shared penthouse went dark, he knew something was very, very wrong.

His screen shut off as he focused on any nearby surveillance cameras, only to find that he couldn't get a good angle no matter which direction he turned them to. With a feral growl of frustration, he sent himself through one of the ground-level cameras, ignoring the startled yelps of unsuspecting pedestrians as he zapped into existence.

A path parted for him as he stormed into the building, flashing into the elevator and rigging it to move four times as fast.

He barely restrained himself from just busting down the door in his terrified fury, instead carefully twisting open the doorknob with a white-knuckled fist.

Silence was the second warning. The apartment was never silent, either with Vark thumping around cheerfully or you humming to yourself as you moved through the hallways or tapped away at your keyboard.

The eerie lack of background noise sent an ice cold chill down his spine. He found that he could barely breathe.

With soundless steps, he crept further into the apartment, afraid of what he might—or might not find waiting for him.

He found Vark first, nearly stepping in the growing puddle of blood if he hadn't pulled his foot back in time. Vox strangled a noise in his throat, hastily dropping to his knees as he shrugged off his jacket and tied it as tightly around the shark's mangled side as he could, trying to staunch the bleeding. A numbing thought surfaced in his mind. If Vark was in this condition, then you...

No longer concerned with being silent or careful, Vox flashed into different rooms in your apartment. The bathrooms, the kitchen, the living room.

He found you in your shared bedroom, slumped against the wall as your hair shielded your face. Vox spasmed and glitched, having to mentally force himself to shove his worries in the back of his mind in order to keep control of his movements.

"Y/n?" He whispered, afraid to approach you. Terrified of what he might discover.

You didn't respond, making the cold ball in his chest expand until it felt like his airways were freezing solid. Like his entire body was shutting down.

No. NonoNONONONO.

He half stumbled, half fell at your feet, clawed hands grasping your soft arms and shaking lightly—then harder, when you stayed unresponsive. His knees were wet, something warm—blood, his mind unhelpfully supplied—and his vision was getting concerningly blurry. His hands slid up your shoulders, ignoring the large oozing gash across your chest, and cupped your limp face, where blood was also dripping down the right side in slow rivulets.

"Y/n?" His voice cracked.

When you didn't stir, he let out a choked sob, hastily divesting himself of his dress shirt and pressing the scrunched up ball into your open wound. You didn't even flinch. Fuck.

"Come on, sweetheart, don't do this to me," he said, voice strained as he desperately checked your vitals. His heart nearly stopped when he discovered that yours had.

"Noo," he moaned, sending bolts of electricity into your chest, fruitlessly trying to restart your failed heart. Cursed his lack of proper lips that made CPR that much more difficult.

It took a while before he stopped trying, tiring himself out until crushing sadness replaced the pulsing adrenaline. Vox leaned against the wall, panting as he cradled your cooling body in his lap. He held you when your lips went blue, stroking your hair tenderly like you were still alive. He held you until the first notes of color started to replenish your cheeks once more, until your chest began to delicately rise and fall as your insides repaired themselves.

When your eyelids finally fluttered open, it was to bloodshot, red rimmed ones staring back at you.

"Vox?" You whispered softly, causing your lover to let out a ragged breath. "W-What—?" And then suddenly it all came back to you with a jolt. The demons who broke in and killed you. They didn't want anything you offered them, only to cause as much pain to the TV demon as they possibly could. And what better way to kill him than with his heart? Your bottom lip shook as the horrible memories replayed in your mind, only cut off by the warm chest your face was shoved into.

"Don't," he croaked, shaking his head. "I can see what you're doing, stop it."

Your eyes welled as you let out your own shuddering breath, weak fingers coming up to clutch at the bare skin of his back. He held you as silent tears ran down your face, holding you tighter every time your fingers flexed.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. "I'm sorry I didn't protect you."

"They didn't want anything," you heaved, burying your face deeper in his shoulder. "Th-they just said they wanted to hurt you and—oh my god, Vark!" You immediately moved to get up, only to be pulled back down again.

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed. "The cameras are back online, I can see him moving around in the kitchen." Internally though, his heart pounded with an incredible rage. So some suicidal fuckers thought they could break into his house and lay their hands on you? Holy fucking shit, when he got his hands on them they were going to wish they'd just stayed in the shadows. That was a promise.

You sagged with relief against him, and he let you stay curled up against him for a few more minutes, before he carried you to the shower. After gently helping you clean off, rubbing your tense muscles when your hands trembled, he dressed you in the fuzziest sleepwear you owned, before depositing you carefully under the silk covers.

"Don't leave," you pleaded, making his heart ache. He acquiesced, staying until he was sure you were asleep, before his screen went dark as he lost himself in the flowing web of information that he'd built himself.

His screen flashed red as a single eye opened. "Found you."

That morning you woke up to lean arms draped over you, a defined chest pressed tightly to your back. A small smile graced your lips.

"Morning," he whispered into your ear.

"Morning," you smiled back. And when you asked the silent question, did you do it? He nodded, pulling you closer.

You leaned your head on his chest, thank you. He squeezed your hand, of course.

***

Art inspiration for the scene “Found you.” HERE (from zerochan, as unfortunately I could not find the direct post)

Artist above (Kwiisha) twitter account HERE

[sundays-sims]

K E L A P A . (early access, patreon)

Hi all!

A few of you guys have been asking for a child bedroom set, so I decided to go for it this month! The kelapa set is quite big, 29 new items in total, and is focused on creating a soft beach-y vibe. I always loved ocean, surf & sea themed bedroom for kids, and really wanted to create something that would recreate this atmosphere. The palette includes neutrals, soft & dark green, light blue, yellow, dusty pink, rusty orange & medium/dark blue. You will have a lot of options to mix & match any tones, including the bedding as I made it in separate parts (pillows, cushions, throw blanket, folded duvet etc).

Lastly, I would like to add that the bed is a child-type bed, so children & adults can use it, and even though fully functional, your Sim will sleep on top of the main blanket. The animations when the Sim slips into bed, or is making the bed wont animate the duvet, but everything else will work correctly.

Happy simming, I hope you enjoy this set! ♥

↓ details & download link under the cut ↓

D O W N L O A D  L I N K : [X] (patreon, early access)

S E T   D E T A I L S :

Kid's bed - 16 swatches

Folded duvet - 11 swatches

Pillows - 9 swatches

Throw pillows - 10 swatches

Throw blanket - 9 swatches

Sitting corner - 9 swatches

Monstera rug - 10 swatches

Shell pillow (2 versions) - 10 swatches

Pouf - 12 swatches

Canopy (3 heights) - 9 swatches

Shark plushie - 13 swatches

Rattan toy basket - 2 swatches

Nightstand - 4 swatches

Dresser w. tassel - 4 swatches

Shelf (2 versions) - 2 swatches

Bookcase shelf - 10 swatches

Origami mobile (4 versions) - 1 swatch

Frame set - 7 swatches

Book (2 versions) - 13 swatches

Deco origami paper boat - 1 swatch

Wallpaper - 6 swatches

** kelapa will be released (free) on May 8th**

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[jaybirdswriting]

Contrasting Symbolism For You Characters

A: Sun and Moon 

B: Ocean and Sky 

C: Shadow and Glow 

D: Snow and Rain 

E: Butterfly and Moth 

F: Logic and Emotion 

More Undercut

G: Start and Finish 

H: Forest and Woods 

I: Bee and Wasp 

J: Moss and Flowers

K: Painter and Writer 

L: Dove and Raven 

M: Lake and Ocean 

N: Star and Planet 

O: Purple and Green 

P: Pillows and Blankets 

Q: Doll and Mannequin

R: Sword and Shield 

S: Thunder and Lightning 

T: Deer and Hunter 

U: Clarity and Murkiness 

V: Shark and Minnow 

W: Gemstone and Rock 

X: Beach and Mountain 

Y: Music and Silence 

Z: Hurricane and Tornado 

[1-800-c0sm1c]

Hey!! Sorry if I’m doing this wrong I am new to this kinda stuff but do u mind writing headcanons on how the p5 phantom thief boys would take care of the reader when they’re on their period? If not it’s fine!

꒰baby im yours !꒱

p5 boys when their s/o is on their period headcannons !

character x afab!reader

includes joker, ryuji, yusuke, and akechi !

warnings : mentions of periods, obviously lol

a/n : its shark week for yours truly so i thought now is the best time to write this :D i wasnt sure what gendered reader you wanted, so i just decided to leave it as afab, hope thats alright :))

JOKER // REN AMAMIYA

maybe this is biased, but i feel out of everyone on this list hes the most prepared.

like, hes not overbearing but he knows just enough to spare you both any awkward conversations.

he doesnt have any feminine products in his bathroom since its technically shared with leblanc customers and he doesnt want to embarrass you or anyone else, but you know theres always a few of whatever you need in his school bag or his dresser!

hes a very calm person, which can be very relieving, especially when you accidentally bleed on something.

you both were hanging out one day after school, and when you got up off of his bed to go make some food, you noticed a red spot on the sheets.

you were internally freaking out, trying to figure out what to do knowing how some guys tend to find it gross, while ren literally just comments "dont worry about it, i needed motivation to do laundry anyways." and asks if you need anything.

you feel like youve just been given whiplash, no way thats it, hes so cool with it?

he even gives you a pair of his boxers and sweatpants since you bled through your clothes, and when you come out of the bathroom hes got a steaming hot cup of coffee and some chocolates on the counter all ready for you. <3

SKULL // RYUJI SAKAMOTO

confused, embarrassed, and a little bit (a lot) dramatic. he tries to act like its not a big deal, but in reality he doesnt really know anything about periods, and hes convinced youre secretly in a lot of pain. (which i mean, you could be depending on cramps… but you get what i mean.)

hes horribly uneducated on this topic, and definitely the worst person to be stuck with when you start. 

hes calling ann asking her to explain what to do with the reddest face youve ever seen. 🧍

ryuji definitely thought it was a little gross at first too, but once he understood it was just a normal thing your body did he felt more okay about it.

hes trying super hard to be a good boyfriend, but hes stuttering over his questions. barely able to ask you if he needs to get you anything.

i swear his eyes almost popped out of his head when you said all you wanted was for him to shut up and cuddle with you. 💀💀

he tries to be there for you as much as possible, but if you tend to get more angry, just note that hell try to stay away a bit. 

he has issues keeping his temper under control, even when it comes to you, and he doesnt want to start any unnecessary arguments.

at the end of the day, communication is key when it comes to you guys relationship, he just wants whats best for both of you!

FOX // YUSUKE KITAGAWA

yusuke has probably never felt the touch of another human being before you so hes very… confused to say the least.

what do you mean youre bleeding? and its normal? this happens monthly? his mind is blown.

i dont see him being weird in the way he wants to use your period as inspiration for a painting, but weird in the way that hell track it.

maybe this just a personal thing who finds it weird when a guy wants to track when your on your cycle, but it seems right up yusukes alley 😭.

hes a little strange, and he just wants to help! but he also doesnt really know what hes doing, so his presence can be a bit overwhelming.

gets pouty when you end up snapping at him, but once you explain why hes a lot more aware of how much hes bothering you.

hes also willing to get you whatever you need, as long as youre buying.

one time you had asked him to get you pads/tampons, and he called you 30 minutes later saying that he didnt have any money…

however, unlike someone else on this list, hes not embarrassed about it. more so genuinely curious, as he loves learning about you and he thinks its important to know how your body works!

hell probably draw you something nice as well if it makes you feel better. :)

CROW // GORO AKECHI

oh boy, akechi sure is a character. and i think with him it depends.

usually though hes just a pretty average guy. hes not stupid, but he also isnt the best at understanding your emotions, or his own, for that matter.

youre in public, akechi talking to one of the tv hosts after hes finished appearing on a show, and you gently tug on his jacket to let him know you started your period, and need the restroom. 

hes conflicted, whats supposed to come first, you or his reputation? when it comes to him, he makes any simple situation way more complicated in his head.

he makes an eternal sacrifice to shoo away the people talking to him, and he quickly takes off his jacket to wrap it around your waist. you both find a bathroom nearby and he paitently waits for you outside.

when you walk out, he offers to pick up whatever you may need (including some food) and take you home.

at your front door, he kisses your cheek, but cant help but noticed the nervous expression on your face.

its only then when you mention that akechis jacket is, in fact, a light color, and is most definitely stained now with bright red blood. his face goes blank, and youre worried for a second he might be mad.

he only shrugs at that, same detective prince smile as always, and jokes that youre paying for his dry cleaning.

[cybercl0ne]

Shoreside // female reader x Shigaraki // 18+ // (Loan shark Au)

Summary: Your dad is a deadbeat (I'm seeing a repeating pattern in my work -_-) and left you and your younger brother with crippling debt. And now they've come to collect.

TW: Swearing, degrading, non-con, ((maybe Abuse))

Life has always been unfair. Unfair to those who can’t afford to live in it. it was no different for lifeforms like you.

“Hey! Y/n the manager wants to see you in his office!” Your co-worker called. 

For months you’ve been from paycheck to paycheck with Ume. His little eyes looking at me wondering when we’ll eat. All because of your shit father. All because you were unfortunate to live in a world full of alphas. 

“Yes, you called?” You bowed as you entered. When you looked up, all you saw was a man in a black suit sitting down. You looked around to not see the manager anywhere. “Uh, I was told-“ 

“Are you Y/n?” The man asked. You nodded silently, still unsure of this odd situation. “Who are y-“ 

“Your father owed us money, see?” He slyly spoke. The man walked towards you, examining you with hungry eyes. You had almost failed to notice how unusual the man’s appearance was. He had hands all over his face with what appeared to be a mask. And although you couldn’t see his eyes, a red glint snuck through his even more creepy aura. 

“So?” You asked.

“So… since he fled the town someone needs to pay his debt.” The man scratched. Your eyes grew wide as the man spoke. “Fled?” “W-what do you mean fled?” You shook. That meant if he fled the city then… “By contract you have to pay his debt.” The man cackled. You shook your head violently and backed up. You noticed a man had grabbed you from behind to keep you still as the masked man steadily walked towards you. 

“Now, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way..” “an omega like you doesn’t stand a chance.” The man pulled his hand mask off and revealed a distorted pleased look on his face. “A pretty thing like you… working like this… doesn’t suit you anyway.” He looked at his henchman and just like that you were being manhandled outside. “N-no! Let me go!” “I didn’t borrow any of that money!?” “UME!” You shouted and pleaded with the henchman to let you go as you locked faces with your little brother. But to no avail, nothing worked. When the man opened the car door you saw Ume clearly distressed. You took no time in hugging him. “Ume..” 

“Big sis..” he asked. “Y-yes Ume?” You answered, trying to keep it together even after your mini outburst. 

“What’s happening?” He asked, full of innocence. you glanced around to try to find something to make light of. 

“…d-don’t worry Ume, we’re just going somewhere safe for awhile…” you tried to lie as best as possible. And on a whim you latched onto Ume and sped off out of the car on foot, knowing it was in vain but still making an effort. “No fucking way am I paying for a debt I didn’t make.” Your mind raced and paused for a moment realizing you didn’t have this week's paycheck and about no more than $300 to your name. You didn’t have a home, guessing that they knew where you lived. Your mind started to think rational, seeing there was no point in running anymore but looking down at Ume you kept running anyway. 

In your peripheral vision you saw the oobleck black car, giving chase to your game, slowly gaining on you. You took a sharp turn, snapping towards the ocean. For once you slowed down under the sand, peering down at Ume, who was clenching you tightly, clearly afraid. “Don’t worry Ume.. Big sisters’ gonna do something.” You said, trying to maintain the steadiness in your voice. Ume clenched harder as the sound of hentchmen came crashing after you both. 

You gulped, taking a step into the cold clashing waters, looking down at Ume before walking to the staircase of the endless sea. Your hair flew in the wind as you slowly sank, Ume being half way in the water, clenching harder as the tides crashed into his fragile body. “Y-y/n…” he cried. You felt at peace, succumbing to the temptation of death, knowing that it’d be cruel to bring Ume forcefully with you, but knowing damn well you weren’t gonna leave him with the debt. 

As soon as you closed your eyes to lay in a bed of water with the sea creatures gently nibbling at your clothes, curious of the being invading their waters a large hand reached for you, clashing with the peace and remedy of dying. 

“Sorry it can’t be this easy.” The raspy man spoke, fwiping you around to face him. Your 2 parallel faces, one of fear and emptiness, and the other of thrill and sick pleasure. He threw you both on land where you no longer fought, only grasping onto Ume. The henchmen gripped him and thrashed him away from you, like ripping a cub from his family. 

“N-NO!” You cried. 

“Y/N!” Ume sobbed, beating the henchman that threw him around. 

The long haired man grabbed you and threw you into the black familiar car. 

Ume soon joined you again, reaching onto you as you buckled him up, not letting go with a single little finger always holding onto something of you. “Don’t worry Ume..” you kissed the top of his chunky forehead, trying to reassure him while spwhispering apologetically in his ruffled hair.

The wretched man chuckled watching this charade go on. 

As the car sped down countless streetlights, and roads you didn’t recognize you held Ume as close to you as possible while keeping a stray distance away from your captor. He didn’t seem to care as he would constantly try to chat with you. 

“You don’t talk much do you?” He asked. You ignored him and stared down at Ume who was sound asleep from crying. 

“And you have a kid? And here I thought you were a virgin.” He cackled. You shivered as he made unsavory remarks. 

The car suddenly stopped and the door opened with a swish. A woman with blonde hair and a skirt flew around the car door and swept up Ume in a flash. “No! Ume!” 

“Don’t worry Noona will be real good to you!” She said with a big grin to him before Ume could get time to cry for his sibling back. The car door slammed shortly after, and you wasted no time in unbuckling to chase after, until the man held your torso to the seat. You flashed a desperate and angry face at him. 

“Calm down, if you want to see him again, you’ll cooperate, the adults have something to talk about.” He spoke. You knew you couldn’t risk any harm going to Ume. And you also knew that you clearly weren’t in control. 

You sat back, and slumped in your seat as the car shifted back into driving gear. 

Once again you passed countless streetlights, the lights hue getting brighter, signifying how late in the night it was getting. 

“A bar?”  You thought. The car door opened and the man urged you to get out while also reminding you what would happen if you ran. You made a minimal attempt to run as you took in the weird surroundings. The man chuckled at you from behind. “You seem to find a lot of fucked up things funny today don’t you?”  Finally pissed off to the point you didn’t care. The man snickered again louder, opening the door to the dingy bar that wrecked of evil. “What is this?” You spoke demandingly. You were sick of games. When you faced him his grin had grown into a plaguing smile. “You’ll see.” He said eerily, guiding you to the back where rooms looked like they were held. There were about 5 good doors and not one you didn’t take note of. “Don’t fall behind now princess.” He advised. You scoffed catching up to him to the 2nd door in the hallway. Puzzled, you looked up at him. “Come in.” You entered hesitantly. 

He closed the door softly behind you as you took a 360 around the room. 

“Now, down to business.” “That little chase of yours was fun and all but now it’s serious. And stuff like that can’t be tolerated. There has to be punishments for stuff like that.” The man scratched. “I’m well aware that you are pretty much broke, and you not having a house is bad for me because you know why?” He inquired. 

You stared at him blankly knowing the straight answer. “No money for you.” 

“Right. So as generous as I am, I'm letting you stay here until your debt is settled.” He clasped. 

“But this isn’t my debt” you rumbled back. 

The man just laughed. Before you saw what hit you he slammed you onto the bed, his bulge getting more visible against you. 

“It is now.” He grinned.

You squeezed and prodded under him, for the lack of trying to get him off of you. “G-get off of me you-“ he pouted, grabbing your face and scrunching it up to look at him. “You really are a feisty omega aren’t you?” He said, feeling up and down your body, glazing over every hip dip, and outside crevasse of your body reaching your thigh, that was still damp with sea salt water. “Stop it!” You screeched, hoping some good nearby neighbors would intervene. 

“Sorry baby, no one around here but us.” He cackled as your blood drew white. Your body became more passionate about escaping back to Ume. 

But no matter how hard you tried, his frail body held you stiff.

“I’ll tell you what princess, I’ll count today as a payment if you let me use your hole today.” He lobbed his tongue out at you, with heavy desire and endless lust. 

But you were busy ignoring his words, instead focusing on heaving his body to the ground and slashing him with something. 

He wasted no time wreaking your soggy pants, throwing them to your feet along with your panties. You tried to cover your body as much as possible and ignore the rapid growth of his bulge. “Kyaaaa!” You screamed.

“Already testing how soundproof these walls are? Don’t worry, the whole world can hear you tonight for all I care.” He kissed and mewled at your face. You tried to push your face, trash your body away, anything. But all efforts seemed to only make the situation worse. He unbuckled his belt, hiking up your shirt, revealing your bounced perked tits. Heat headed to your head, seeing as you’ve never even changed in front of someone else before. So having a man you’d never seen in your life before today, undress and humiliate you like this had you feeling lightheaded. “You're getting so wet. I guess all that denying stuff was to hide how much of a dirty whore you are.” 

He whispered into your ear, his hot breath seeping into your body, making you shiver. 

You felt how his wet pre-coated cock coated your outer pussy. “Look at how well me n’ you mesh sweetheart.” He joked, forcing your head to see the irreversible damage he was about to assign. As you both stared down he placed on a convenient condom and roughly inserted his twitching tip inside your tight cunt, instantly letting out a groan. Slowly shoving what he could inside your tight little pussy, your face twisted. “D-dammit…s-so tight princess.” “Let up w-will…ya, you're gonna break my dick in half.” He snickered trying to pulsate a small movement in and out of you as you wiggled under him. “It hurts! Stop dammit! Take it out!” You wiggled, your body sucking him in, doing the opposite of what you wanted. 

You always imagined that if you’d ever had your first time it’d be sacred and special. It would’ve been with someone you truly loved with your heart, you’d get a house together, laugh and live somewhere nice, by a shoreside or in the city, with a bustling life. 

But now you couldn’t think of the image that you had played yourself into believing for as long as you did, as the man above you pumped his throbbing cock through your body. The dull ache bringing you back from wherever you were. “See, once you loosen up it gets better.” He cocked, pounding you faster with steady motion. Your breast bounced with every pressure point he hit when he slammed into you recklessly. Your tears had evaporated for the blood infused slick that was coming from you, now forming around his cock. You watched how his manhood destroyed your body. Your breast flying with gravity as he pounded into your cervix. His giant cock leaves a mini bulge inside your stomach making you uncontrollably more wet. 

“Look at Little Miss hypocrite. You don’t want this huh?” He said, pounding you slower as he talked. “Your body sure knows what it wants.” He leans down giving you a sloppy kiss while going back to pacing himself too rough. 

You closed your eyes as you heard the miscellaneous sounds your pussy was shouting. “No,no,no sweety, you need to look at every second of this cock pounding you.” “Makes you understand what happens when sluts like you think they can beat me.” He said, squinting your eyes open. 

You felt yourself tightening with a knot inside your stomach getting looser. “P-please stop I have to-“ 

“Cum?” He said, unsurprisingly going faster to ride out your orgasm. You squirmed, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of something like this. But with the way he swapped positions so quickly so that you were on all fours, and the way he had a special angle to hit your g-spot, numb tickled you as you felt yourself slowly get loose. Your body rolling into his, trying to reach the end goal and climax. Your pussy squelched and tightened around him as you felt yourself getting dangerously close. 

“O-oh my g-“ you shook violently before squirting your cum everywhere. Not long after you the man finished, busting inside the rubber condom while your cum roamed free. 

Your body felt weak, and your body fell limp quickly before he slid himself out of you, leaving you feeling the cold air, glaze over your bare hole. huffing in silence you watched him dispose of the bloodied cum-filled condom. The ache stays dull but distant for now as you reach for some scrap of clothing, still wanting to remain somewhat dignified after being revenged like that. The man watched you struggle, throwing small giggles and snickers to encourage you. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you swore to yourself he’d never get to see you cry. Not in this life. Not until he was begging for his life under you.

“Here.” He said, tossing you articles of clothing and shorts. 

“W-where did you get these?” You questioned as you inspected it, seeing as they were the same pair that you wore to bed regularly, and to prove it, it was stained with your scent. 

“Your landlord handed them to me when I dropped by. Good old man, really cared about you and the little shit.” You flinched at the nickname, your primal instinct back to your still missing brother. “Ume!” You replied. 

The man’s eyes rolled. “I have no interest in hurting your kid.” He walked toward you, clenching his jaw, looking you in your eyes, his eyes flashing heats of blood. “But I’ll hurt him if you give me a reason to.” He backed away rummaging through his wallet. “Here, for your…work” 

You scoffed, staring with hatred at the money that sat on the desk beside you. The man transitioned to the door, not turning around as he spoke one last time to you. 

“You’ll get the little shit back in the morning so I suggest you get plenty of sleep princess.” 

“Whatever fucker.” You spat back. 

“Shigaraki. Or master for you.” He shrugged unbothered by your bitter comment. 

With that he left, leaving you in a room that haunted you with silence. The last thing you could think about was sleep.

An: Hey guys, as you can see, I'm back from a very looooong Hiatus. I don't wanna speak to much on what caused me to leave but I don't want to also say that I'll be back full time or even part time. This might be a thing where I post on here when I feel like it, or maybe it will be part time. All I can really get into detail about is that I've missed you all but didn't know how to get back in, so what better way than with a fic.

Anyway, I hope I do end up posting on here again like I used to but no promises. I suggest you don't commission me for the time being until I can make up my mind.

[blueysobssesions]

Imagine~

Fem! Reader x husband! Leon

y/n and leon playing with their precious Daughter and his daughter and wife suprise him with a costume from an anime (sailor moon UwU) and persuade him to try it for a family matching costumes hihi

Btw love your fanfic,

You deserve a sweet cookie 🍪

Thank You for the cookie anon !!! I don't really know about Sailor Moon but I am obsessed with their art style! Anyways... I'm thinking about You being sailor moon and Leon - Tuxedo mask (Please tell me that I'm doing it right?) and maybe your daughter in a sailor moon mini version ??

This was so cute to write ><"

D/n = Daughter Name

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Husband!Leon kennedy x Wife!Reader

"Daddy! Give it back!" Your daughter whined as she tried to reach the toy that was taken away from her by her dad. "Where's my good morning kiss, huh?" he said, “You'll get your kiss once you give my toy back!” She tried to get it by jumping, but failed. “You promise?” He can see his daughter making a sad face. She nodded, and Leon smiled and gave her toy back. D/N took it from his grasp and embraced it. Leon just looked at her in awe. “Where's my kiss?” he asked. He kneeled down so she could reach him. She smiled and leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. "I love you, dad!" she said, then hugged him with the toy in her hands. Leon wants to cry so bad because of how loving and caring his daughter was. She yelped when he suddenly lifted her up and set her on his arms “Why don't we wake up, mommy?” He looked at her with a grin. She giggled and nodded. Leon then made his way towards the shared bedroom while holding his daughter. It's 8 in the morning, and you're still not awake. He was standing in front of the door and slowly opening it to not wake you up, and there you were. All cuddled up and sleeping peacefully. He then looked at his daughter and whispered, “Go and wake mommy up, and maybe I'll buy that cereal you always wanted.” Her eyes widened with excitement as she jumped out of his grasp and ran towards you. He laughed, feeling grateful for these small moments of joy with his family. He watched his daughter climb up on the bed and plop herself on top of you. “Mmmmm,” you groaned, your eyes slowly starting to open. “Goodmorning beautiful!” “Mommy!! Wake up!” You winced at the loud noise coming from your daughter but smiled. “Mmm, good morning, you two.” Your daughter then laid herself next to you. “Hey, sweetie, did you have a good nap?” you said as you slowly stroked her hair. “mhm! I did,” she smiled. You then felt Leon crawl behind you and place his arms on your hips while lying down. You turned your head to look at Leon and smiled back at him. The three of you then lay there, enjoying the moment in comfortable silence.

The living room was filled with the sound of giggles from your daughter. You laughed as you tickled her as she lay down. “M-Mom!! haha! Nooo!” you laughed. “Alright alright… You little minx!” Giggling, she sat up. Suddenly, you remembered something: Hey, d/n, let's surprise Daddy?" Yeah? You smiled at her, and her eyes sparkled. You giggled; she's really fond of surprises when they're coming from you. “Yeah! How are we going to surprise him?” she asked you with an eager look on her face. “I recently bought costumes for us! And I know it will be cute on you,” you said as you boop her nose, making her giggle. “You know how much he just loves seeing you being cute.” Leon melts when he sees his daughter in a cute shark hoodie. He would take pictures and brag about it to his close friends, including Chris. He always says that his daughter is the cutest thing in the world, and he can't resist spoiling her with toys and treats. “C'mon! Let's get dressed!” You stood up; you were about to give a hand to her, but seeing how excited she was, she ran towards the bedroom.

The smell of pancakes filled the kitchen. Leon was humming while cooking the pancakes, which were in the shape of a heart. When he saw the pancakes were ready, he turned off the gas and put the pancakes on the plate, saying, “Breakfast is ready!” Just be ready to see him in an apron saying, “Best dad.” “Coming!" he smiled when he heard d/n. He put the pancakes on the table with the syrup. He was happy to have made his daughter's favorite breakfast on a lazy Sunday morning. Footsteps were then heard: “Finally! I made your favorite.” He couldn't continue his sentence because he was stunned at what he was seeing. You are wearing what looks like a cosplay costume, and his daughter is in a mini version of the cosplay. He stood there for a moment, trying to comprehend what was happening, before finally asking, "What's going on here?" “Daddy! Look at me! I'm little Sailor Moon!” she said proudly to him. He smiled at her and said, "You look just like her with your hair in those buns. Have you been practicing your moon tiara action pose?" Her daughter then giggled and went to sit on the chair to eat the pancakes. “And you,” he said, then made his way towards you, his arms wrapped around your waist “You look beautiful and adorable in these,” he chuckled, kissing your cheek. “Well, I bet you'll look handsome in a tuxedo mask.” You grinned at him. You then brought out the clothes behind you. He chuckled again, knowing that you were up to something. As you handed him the clothes, he looked at them. “Really?” He looked at you, and you laughed. “C'mon! Join in! You're going to look fine in that. You flirted, and it seemed that it worked. He smiled back and replied, “Thanks, but I'm more into you wearing the Sailor Moon costume,” he said as he pecked your lips. “D/N wants to see you in that costume, though.” You whined at him, giving him your puppy eyes that he couldn't dodge. He chuckled and pulled you closer. “Well, if it's for D/N's sake, I guess I have no choice but to wear it, huh?” and god, he was definitely hot when he wore it.

Yes, I'm back doing the requests!!!!

[wordstro]

[1] sector one: post-apocalypse au + mingi + “welcome to sector one.”

a/n: 4k words, gender neutral reader as always, mingi x y/n, descriptions of death, technically a sequel so there will be references/easter eggs to what happened in the previous fic however this can be read as a standalone, su1cide mentions/descriptions of the aftermath of one, post-apocalypse/dystopia-typical violence, aliens, thriller/suspense genre, baker!yn

series masterlist | part 2

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the end of the world wasn’t so bad.

not when you had nothing going for you back before the Invasion. you were up to your eyeballs in debt, never had a place to call home thanks to running from loan sharks and dealing with greedy landlords hiking up rent prices, and you’d barely had time to make friends let alone date anyone seriously.

the worst part, you knew, was that your parents were wonderful. you had no deadbeat father or mother. no terrible childhood. no issues. they supported you through your school as much as they could, and they sent you opportunities whenever they could. your father even learned how to use kakaotalk properly to keep in touch, sending you selfies and encouraging texts whenever he sensed you were struggling. they even offered to help you pay off your debt. you’d refused. they needed the money, too. you had a wonderful support system, yet you still struggled. whoever said money did not buy happiness clearly never lived paycheck to paycheck.

you loved your parents, and they were the only people you’ve ever truly loved. they were the only people you ever really knew.

but they did not live in the city, and when you’d escaped the city after the initial Invasion - it took you a week of sneaking and crawling through back alleys just to end up hot wiring an abandoned car at the outskirts of the city - you drove to your childhood home. you’d pulled into the dirt path leading up the the old lopsided house with a heaviness in your heart, wary of the eerie emptiness. during the day, your mother often left the windows open to air out the house. all the windows were shut right, curtains drawn. you’d unlocked the door and watched as the door swung open, knocking into the shoe rack with a dull thud in the tiny threshold up into the kitchen and living room. your mother was never the neatest, so the basket of laundry on the kitchen counter, folded perfectly, sent a chill down your spine. your father always locked the liquor cabinet, but the scratched wooden door swung open, creaking on its hinges. you'd brandished the crowbar you'd found in the trunk of the car you stole, your hands trembling, as you stepped into your house and searched the two small bedrooms down the hallway. the bedrolls were tucked into the corner, pillows laid neatly atop of them. your mother’s little table that usually spilled over with products was spotless. the kitchen was the cleanest you’d ever seen it. your room remained as you left it, childhood band posters and all. the only thing that was off were the two soju glasses and the two plates of food - half eaten and rotting, flies buzzing - on the table in the living room. four soju bottles sat lined up on the table. all empty. you'd gone out back, to the tiny workshop you'd saved up to buy your father a few years back.

the garage door would always be open, but this time the door was shut. there was the faint smell of gasoline in the air. you'd stepped closer, your heart beating heavily against your chest, and with closer inspection you found your father’s pickup truck parked neatly inside. he never parked it inside.

the garage door was not locked, and the sound of it groaning as you dragged it open echoed. it made the hairs at the back of your neck stand on end. but the worst part, you thought, was the smell. it smelled like something had died, and your breath grew heavy in your chest at that thought as you choked on the lump in your throat, pressing your fingers to your mouth to suppress an involuntary sob. you did not have to look. deep down, you knew the outcome that awaited you at the other end of the garage. but you were always one to dig. to want to know everything, no matter how badly it'd hurt you.

that day, you found your parents dead in the front seat of their pickup truck, the windows cracked open slightly, the garage smelling heavily of exhaust smoke, gasoline, and death. the keys were still in the truck. they looked as if they could have been sleeping, heads resting on the other. you'd gagged still, and ran from the garage, heaving for air.

you'd found yourself in your childhood bedroom, back pressed to your closed door, surrounded by a room still stuck in the past, before all this, and you lamented the fact that even now, you could not cry. you’d been so focused on survival for so long, that you just did not know how to cry. all you could was lay on the floor of your childhood bedroom, stare at the ceiling, and wonder what you were supposed to do now. you'd never had so much time to just...sit.

still, despite the lack of tears, you allowed yourself the night to grieve. to feel sad, at least, only because you knew that was what you were supposed to do. then you'd raided your parent's pantry for anything edible and packed extra clothes, books, a couple tools, and a carefully folded photo of you and your parents. you threw it all in the backseat of your stolen car, taking one last look at your childhood home, before you drove. your vision blurred from lack of sleep, and your heart ached, and you did not know where you were going. you just knew you needed to put as much space between yourself and your parents as you could.

the weather was beautiful and the sky was blue, cloudless, and you hated that the breeze kissed your cheek so gently as you left. you wanted so badly to cry then. to sob. you would not learn to cry again u til much later, but this was perhaps a start. as you drove, you realized you had time to think. for the first time in your life, you had time to think and feel and wonder what to do. you had all the time in the world. the thought was more freeing than you wanted to admit, yet you did not feel entirely guilty for it.

after the Invasion, you decided to spend your time looking for food. you spent a lot of time thinking, and living, and learning about yourself and your wants and needs, and for the first time in years you felt as if you could just simply exist. for the first time in years, you sat down and cried. it was perhaps a month or two later, after you’d barricaded yourself in an empty apartment for the night and you happened upon a locked bedroom. you’d opened it with a hairpin, and immediately regretted it - it was merely an empty nursery, but there was a wall of family photos, and you found yourself examining each picture until your knees buckled beneath you and you cried for the first time in decades.

as you drove from ghost town to ghost town, and eventually walked because your car ran out of fuel, you found that the end of the world wasn’t so bad. sure, whatever was in the fog at night was terrifying, and the scratching and screaming and clicking noises at night made you skin crawl - it was a sound you heard everywhere the night of the Invasion, leading you to conclude that the only explanation had to be an Invasion. of what? you had no idea, and, frankly, you did not want to know. your curiosity certainly did not extend that far - not when the things hanging in the sky made the hairs at the back of your neck stand on end.

sure, some of the other survivors you met while you stocked up on food and weapons were, frankly, unsettling as fuck. but you were a quick learner and you knew to stay out of trouble - you always had since you were a kid - and, maybe, the end of the world and whatever Invaded the planet didn’t have to matter in the grand scheme of things.

maybe, you could ignore it.

all you had to do was survive.

for years, you befriended groups of other survivors and then fled when things started to get too intense. you stayed with one group until they started tracking other survivor groups down on purpose, and their intentions went from stealing things your group needed for survival to so much worse. the moment you caught a smug, almost-excited glint in one of the men's eyes as he told your group that a small group consisting of mostly women and children were camped out in the woods further north, you'd gathered your things and ran as far as you could.

another group wanted to create a safe haven for survivors and started talking about settling, hope marring their expressions. you’d fled in the middle of the night with just enough supplies to keep you afloat until you found some other place to squat in or some other group to gain temporary protection from until the cycle began again.

you kept yourself quiet and easy to digest, but not weak, never weak. you had to make yourself useful, of course, so the groups wouldn't feel like they were taking on a burden, and you did not want to be an easy target. however, when one group you met kept calling you pretty, when their eyes held a glint that sent shivers down your back, and their lingering touches made you want to gag, you’d ditched that group that very same hour, and you did not feel an inkling of guilt as you took their biggest weapon and the precious ramyun packs they’d found two towns over. you’d run far, far away from that group, in case they decided to come looking for you. after that encounter, you kept your head down and made it a point to leave a group at the first sign of trouble. you refused to get attached, or worse.

until you stumbled upon a place with a purple flag fluttering over a tower and sturdy walls and the sounds of people laughing drifting out from the walls and military trucks. something akin to hope fluttered at the pit of your stomach, a dangerous thing to feel, but inevitable as you stared down at the walls to a settlement that looked and sounded too good to be true. you wanted to turn away, but you were tired and you hadn’t found an inkling of food for nearly a week. so you stepped over the hill with your hands raised in surrender.

a beautiful woman with dark eyes, inky black hair, and an air of cheerful authority that entered the room long before she did, met you in the small room they'd isolated you in for. she introduced herself as joy - a fitting name really, especially when she smiled. her voice was gentle and soft, airy even. she was like a breath of fresh air. it left you wary, despite your exhaustion and hunger.

she stood between you and the door. she seemed to be waiting for you to speak. when you remained silent, she only smiled, "where are my manners? welcome to sector one. we've been attack-free for one hundred and ninety-two days."

you'd blinked at that admission.

"how?" you croaked, your throat dry.

she waved a hand, and the guard at the door brought a small mug of water to where you sat. you’d stared at it. she reached over and took a sip of it herself, before she handed it to you. it wasn’t drugged, at least, so you gulped it down.

her voice was so soft, kind, as she waited for you to put the mug down, "if you wish to stay, i'll tell you. otherwise, i only hope you enjoy your stay."

"i..." you'd blinked, "i can leave?"

she'd smiled, and although her smile was genuine and wide, contagious almost, it did not reach her eyes. despite the years of living in a post-invasion world, you knew a customer service smile when you saw one.

she said, "this isn't a prison. you may stay for as long as you'd like. as long as you help out and clean up after yourself, that is."

you were not sure if you believed her, but you did not question it. instead, you introduced yourself.

joy smiled.

~.~.~.~.~

you meant to only stay for a little while. you had half a mind to find the supply room, steal the best they had to offer, and sneak away in the middle of the night. this was only supposed to be a short term stay anyway.

but joy, with her sweet smile and piercing gaze, sat down beside you during dinner your second evening and asked, “what did you like to do before the aliens?”

“i don’t know,” you’d shrugged, “i didn’t have much time to figure out what i liked.”

she raised a brow, “why?”

“i worked a lot. needed the money.”

“understandable,” she laughed, but her smile grew sad, "you’ll have to earn your keep during your stay. i only wanted to place you somewhere you’d enjoy."

“that’s…” you frowned at her, “kind of you.”

“they don’t call me joy for nothing,” she said with another small smile. then she squeezed your shoulder and waved goodbye, moving onto another table.

you’d been assigned all over the compound after that.

laundry and weapons and scouting and teaching and cleaning and the kitchens. you found you liked baking. you were kneading dough, with flour all over your hands. you hadn’t noticed joy enter the room until she tapped lightly on the entrance to the kitchen. you looked up, and joy leaned against the door frame, grinning, a hint of excitement in her airy voice, “i think we finally found something you like.”

you blinked back tears at the kind smile. you were beginning to think you’d never know what you liked, that you were incapable of remembering something so menial. for once, you could relax.

joy only smiled, and turned on her heels, leaving you alone. after that encounter, however, you were assigned most of your shifts in the kitchen, and for once you enjoyed getting up to go to work.

you should have known you’d end up staying then. it was difficult to give up a place that seemed safe from the things in the fog and in the sky. that first night, after the sun set, you were on edge, worried you’d get devoured or torn apart by whatever lived in the thick fog that engulfed the world. instead, the compound was peaceful, quiet. distant clicks were just that: distant.

you wondered what kept the monsters away. perhaps it was military equipment - that would explain the military cars. perhaps it was something else. either way, you were safe here, and you knew you’d be an idiot to throw something as precious as safety away. you’d always remember sitting in your tiny apartment that first night, with the door barricaded and a symphony of screams echoing all around you. the horrors on the television, of the live news broadcast showing the news anchor at the scene, talking one second, before she looked up. the pure terror in her eyes as a sudden shadow loomed over her like a dark cloud, and her scream that followed after before the camera was knocked to the ground would remained etched in your memory. a loud keening echoed through your apartment before the television turned to static. you saw something on that television that night, but you did not know how to explain it. you couldn’t even truly comprehend it. it was black, and long, and it had your instincts screaming at you to get far, far away. yet, you had no idea what to call it. you didn’t have the time to figure that out either, compartmentalizing the memory as neatly as you could. you meant to deal with it later, but as many of the things in your life did, it fell to the wayside and you never got to unpacking it.

during those first days, you’d established two rules for yourself. one: no going out after sunset, and, two, no getting attached to anyone or anything.

easy rules, really.

but then you stood in front of joy, and you said, “i want to stay.”

~.~.~.~.~

a year later, and you are the head baker in the kitchens. most of the time, you figure out different bread recipes with what little ingredients you have available to you. sometimes, you get permission to make sweets - cream breads and cakes and mousses and cookies - and those are your favorite days.

to think the life you'd lived after you drove away from your family home was all you were going to have in this world. you truly believed that even then, despite the time to think and exist, you'd been living, when in fact you were only surviving. this past year was spent learning how to truly live.

despite a whole entire year, you still did not figure out much.

you like baking.

you do not know your favorite color.

maybe it’s green? or purple? pink? blue?

your sheets are a faded green. the shirt you gravitate towards is a deep blue. the only food coloring anyone's found on runs is pink, so your icing and decorations are always pink. you don't know what that means for you.

you don’t like jackfruit. there’s a couple trees growing in the greenhouse out back, past the weapons training tents and the exit used for scavenging groups.

you kind of like tangerines. a lot of them grow in the greenhouse.

you like joy. yeri is assigned as your assistant more often than not, and though she talks too much, you like her too.

you don’t know much else about yourself, and it’s a strange place to be in, where you are trying to just be but you do not have the capacity to do so.

“hey.”

you look up. a, frankly, beautiful man with pointed, delicate features and longer black hair hovers near the entrance of the kitchen, his hands stuffed in his pocket. his eyes sparkle under the bright fluorescent lighting.

Before the Invasion, he may have looked kinder, sweeter, but his eyes have a hardened look to them you've seen in everyone you'd come across since the Invasion. he's pretty though, unbelievably so despite the circumstances of life now.

his movements, however, are stilted, awkward, and you notice the way he fidgets with his fingers, even when he stuffs his hands in his pockets when he notices you looking at his hands.

you understand the fidgeting - you got into the habit of fiddling with the old pocketknife you swiped from one of the houses you'd holed up in long ago. maybe, he was the same. sector one allowed for everyone to carry small weapons like pocket knives, but no one was allowed to take them out. bigger weapons had to be signed out from the weapons room, and you could only use it in the training field or outside the walls. newcomers, however, were not allowed to carry anything for six months. you'd fidgeted a lot like him when joy had your pocketknife locked up.

"hey," you match his tone, watching as he shuffles from foot to foot before he meets your gaze. his hardened eyes hold more confidence than his body language. it's almost unsettling how steady his gaze is. "the pastry kitchen isn't open until after lunch, if that's what you're here for."

he blinked, his gaze flitting to your flour-covered fingers.

"oh," he said, "joy said...i thought it was open, sorry."

"did joy send you here?" you call before he can swivel away.

"yeah."

"okay," you draw out the word. perhaps it's your decades of customer service skills, or perhaps it's because you understand how strange it was to live in a place like this, after years of living beyond the walls, but you find yourself softening for him. "we have some pastries leftover from last night. what is this for? usually joy doesn't send anyone so early unless there's a good reason."

his eyes narrow in suspicion, "is that any of your business?"

you raise a brow at his biting tone. you get it, you really do, the mistrust and the caution. you get all of it. but you're the head baker, and there were plenty of newcomers here since you'd been appointed your position that could force at least a civil tone, despite their misgivings.

"yes, it is entirely my business," you responded, frowning at him. "do you really want to piss off the head baker at the only bakery in sector one?"

he tenses at your response, glancing away. he mutters something under his breath.

you cross your arms, "excuse me? i didn't catch that."

"sorry," he mumbles.

"it's fine. just don't do it again. i wouldn't want to have to start a wall of shame because of you," you respond.

he snorts a little, rolling his eyes, but the tension in his shoulders has lessened the smallest bit, at least. after a beat, he says, "my friend is upset, and i wanted to get him something to make him feel better. he's a big fan of anything sweet. joy said to come here."

"anything specific for...?"

"his name is mingi."

"sounds like a cookie type of guy."

the pretty man says, "he is."

"well, i have some baking right now, if you'd like to wait a few minutes," you wipe your hands on your apron, before you meet his steady, almost unsettling gaze, and you ask, "and what about you? what kind of pastry guy are you?"

"I don't really like pastries anymore," the man shrugs as he breaks eye contact with you. you get that, too.

"that's fair," you say.

he leans against the wall, and the room falls into silence. you take that as a sign to return to your work, kneading the dough before letting it settle in a small bowl. you already have a few loaves of bread done settling. you can feel his eyes on you as you work. you're not sure if you like it or not.

the oven beeps - you'd been shocked to find a working oven in a world like this, so shocked in fact that you did not ask how the electricity was so constant, or how the pastry kitchen was so state-of-the-art. the kitchen used to cook was down the hall, and it was much bigger, with more staff than this one.

you take the cookies out, and the smell of baked chocolate chip cookies fills the little pastry kitchen.

the man stares in awe - at least you think that is it with the way his eyes widen, twinkling slightly under the bright fluorescent lighting. he seems to be fighting a grin.

you ramble, as you wait for the cookies to cool, "one of the groups found a couple packs of chocolate chips in an underground bunker. i didn't think i'd have these again, honestly. everyone's going to lose their minds."

you look up, and the mans expression is twisted, his brows furrowed, and frown prominent.

he doesn't say anything, so you don't push it.

instead, you pick up a ceramic plate, and place two warm cookies on it. they're hot to the touch, even through the plate. you hold out the plate to him, and you say, "here's one for your friend mingi, and one for you..."

you trail off, waiting patiently.

"yeosang," he says, after a long moment. "it's yeosang."

"well, yeosang," you say, smiling as he takes the plate, "bring back the plate. washed. or i really will create a wall of shame just to put up a big picture of you."

he nods briskly, his other hand shoved in his pocket.

you don't know if you like yeosang or not.

[ravenwitch45]

May you do a Crimson x M!Reader where the reader his heavily protective of Crimson

Crimson with a boyfriend who is heavily protective of him.

Crimson had bodyguards a plenty, so he was used to being treated protectively. But by a partner not so much, again with Crimson I write him hiding his mob lifestyle from you, so you don't know he's constantly getting himself in trouble.

But even then if anyone even tries to mess with him, or seems like they are, you'll come right to his defense furiously, often before he can even get a word out, sometimes picking him up and holding him to your chest like that one meme, which he has no idea what to do if you do that XP

He will some times tell you to chill, often because you step in when it's not needed, or when he doesn't want you involved in his business. Which you agree if not a little awkwardly, not wanting to embarrass him of course.

You have a habit of keeping him very close to you when together, hugging him, wrapping your arms around his hips and pulling him close when walking etc.

If Father and Son were on good terms, you could relate a lot with Millie I feel XP

Even when noone else is involved your still protective, telling him to cut down on smoking and drinking, making sure the fireplace isn't too lively etc, you just want him well and since it's you he listens, or tries at least, habits die hard and all that.

Sometimes when your cuddling or just close in general, you'll graze your fingers lightly over his scars, including the ones around his eyes before pulling him close, which he just melts at.

He get's a good bit flustered at your protective nature, his body guards are getting paid to protect him, you on the other hand protect him unprompted simply out of your care for him, and he doesn't know what to do with that frankly.

Sometimes just sitting in his office and just running his mind on it over and over, before just sighing as he blushes thinking of you. Smiling to himself for once.

Which a certain shark teases him for if he catches him XP

"Oh thinking of Y/N~? Your pretty smitten with him it seems~"

"D-D-Don't you have another nonsensical conquest to go do!?"

Overall, he very much enjoys you being protective, he just doesn't know how to handle it.

[donniethenerdturtlexshelby]

Donnie x mutant reader / mutant!reader ROTTMNT

donnie is working on a project, then gets off track.. “fidgets.” *he sighs*

“SHELLDON!” “Sheldon: yes Donnie?” “Go find my fidget please.”

“error.” *sigh..* “my stress toy.” Then You walk in. Donnie eyes like up like a million stars, and all his stress, anxiety and sadness starts to melt away.

[NAME!] *breathe in* MWAMWAMWA *he’s rapidly kissing you as if the world is ending * hey donnie..! D: BABY I NEED HELLPPPPP mhhgnmm *he grumbles which quickly turns to bawling* I broke my Goggles.. Y/N: so? D: WITH THE CRYSTAL INSIDE OF IT! Y/N: “oh.. sorry don.” *you peck him lightly with your tiny turtle beak. You whisper in his ear. “Autism spectrum.” D: “YOU SHUP UP dude/damn-sel!” *he flips you off then kisses you passionately*

-Tomorrow- *your feeling..—You retch, and retch.. then immediately start puking.—

Do- don don.. *you can’t even talk..* your eyes go black…

You wake up in Raphs room, seeing Shelby sleep next to raph. “Woke up at the wrong time..” *you fall back asleep just to be woken by Shelby five seconds later.* “you feeling better?” *he boops your turtle snout.* “yeah.. thanks.” You say. *donnie hears your voice and bolts in like a shark smelling blood. “BABY!” “hi don.”

[my-quirk-is-fred]

Uncensored vid here (18+ ONLY. No minors.)

[islandtarochips]

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· I am 23-years-old who loves any fandoms that I'm interested in · Creating OCs in writing is what I do (I can't draw but I'm learning to) · Writing fanfic or a short story about my OCs or any other people's OCs (For I know we all wanted to have comfort characters in our life or we wanted to comfort them) ·I am currently working at the moment and trying to help my family. So please don't expect me to get things done from here. ·I'm Samoan who was born from America and lived the rest of my life down in the Island (Doesn't know ALL of the Samoan language T-T) ·I really do love making OCs on any fandoms that is base with the Polynesian sides (Mostly the Samoan ones) and would love to share my culture with you guys here ·can write Y/n x Canon characters ·I'm a sucker for angst, fluff and romance

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·Not into writing NSFW ·Not into writing MLM or FLF ·Not into writing Spice either ·Not into writing a threesome or more kind of relationship

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·You can interact with me if you would like but please be nice and kind before doing so ·If you are not and you decided to say something negative towards me. I will have to respectfully to ask you not to interact with me but if you don't respect that than I have no choice but to block you. ·If you would like to request of me writing a short story with your OCs x Canon or a Y/n x Canon. I would GLADLY accept it! But there will be boundaries for me not to do it. ·Letting you guys know that there will be some swearing words in the story ·JUST because I said that I'm not into writing MLM or FLF DOESN'T mean I'm disrespecting of who they are. For I am a Christian but I don't push my religion on here. For I only wanted to do some fun writing in here and expressing of what I'm passionate of.

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 OCs: (No Drawings I'm Afraid :,( I'm sorry...)

Tiala "Shark" Toa 🦈📄 Captain Kanoa Toa 🇦🇸📄 Nigel "Squirrel" Harrison 🐿️📄 Agnes "Blast" Falagi 💥📄

What is the Warrior Task Force?

Here are the story that I did so far if you're interested of reading it:

Farm AU (141 x Reader):

Farmer!Price x Farmer!Female!Reader 🚬📝

My OCs Stories:

The Blame (Kanoa's Angst Story)

Another thing, I would only create ONE story every month. For once I published ONE story, it’ll drained me out so much when I’m done publishing it. So I want to take a WHOLE month break before getting back on track. But I will still post small skits or some infos about my OCs and other random stuff.

I will still continue on making the story before the next month. I just need a break before charging myself again to find some inspiration to make another story. Ok! That’s about it! Thank you for reading this far! Love ya!😘❤️

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⛈ ☂️ Peach Pit, 5- Long Season Through☂️ ⛈

• (Akura-ou x g/n reader x Tomoe)   • r a t i n g: m a t u r e • 1 5 2 3 w o r d s  •  p o s t e d 21.01.2024    🌧  navigation 🍑 previous chapter 🍑 next chapter • s u m m a r y: you're a peaceful farmer in the mountains during the sengoku period. someone starts stealing your peaches, and the thief turns out to be a chaotic oni, and the events that ensue flip your life upside down. • c h a p t e r s u m m a r y: an opportunity presents itself in annoying hues. TW: fire mention, (a copious amount of) alcohol(ism) (being ingested). .

The sound of a shovel hurling through the air and hitting a mound of mud made the birds in a three-hundred and sixty-shaku radius take off flying in a petrified haze. 

  Your mood was a rotten peach decaying in the mud. The amount of negativity surrounding you could summon a miasma. 

  You sat on the grass, hanging your head low. Last week had been tough. You didn't feel the same after what happened in the town. He stopped it, but he was so close to not. If not for your tears, everyone would've... 

  You pressed your hands into your temples. You focused on your breathing. Even writing hadn't gone well today, your strokes were lax and the words wouldn't flow. Neither did cooking go well. You ended up eating a ridiculous amount of bread and pickled plums. 

  You wouldn't need to eat for another century. And when you tried reading, your eyes and mind wandered far from the page. 

  A shadow obscured the dim sun. 

  You looked up. 

  A bold red shadow against the blue sky stood above you. Great. The last person you wanted to see. 

  "What do you want, oni?" You asked with a small voice, cracking throughout. 

  "Come with me, crazy human." He reached out a claw to you. It was framed by black, chrome feathers.

  You took it, and he lifted you easily. A soft reminder of his power. His hand was hot. 

  "Cool." You stood, waiting patiently for him to do some magic. 

  He rose a brow.

  "You're not going to argue with me?" 

  You shook your head. 

  "Take me away from this wretched place. I'm done." 

  After a delay, he smirked, flashing his razor-sharp shark teeth. 

  Instead of fog, everything swirled with black wind, like a thick smog that prompted you to cough. 

  You stood in a worn down castle, once abandoned but now lived in again, taken by force, made evident by the damage and odd decor. It was incohesive, cobbled together, the most expensive treasures and baubles someone had stuffed in corners and stuck on walls. 

  Akura kept walking. You tapped your foot in place. 

  "Huh? Aren't you coming?" 

  "Nah. I've decided to stay and rot here 'til I die." You smiled. 

  "I decide who rots and when in this castle. Move," He ordered.

  You didn't budge as he softly pressed on your back. Your sandals shuffled. 

  "Tomoe has your dagger. He's here. You could, you know, get it back." His hair ghosted over your neck. 

  Your eyes lit up, and you felt determination coming back to you. 

  "Really?" You began walking, his hand still on your back. 

  "Really. But don't think it'll be easy." He laughed behind closed teeth. You felt a chill run up your spine as his claws brushed your skin. 

  The castle was far from empty. It was filled with servants and goons of Akura-ou. You assumed that's what they were. Or maybe they were Tomoe's? 

  Your destination had been a large room with a few floor-to-ceiling windows and various tables. At one with three chairs, in the middle chair, sat Tomoe. Portuguese chairs, carved intricately. Such luxury. 

  Next to him on the table were several flasks of sake, sake cups, brushes, and... ink... and paper. How peculiar. 

  A sparkle. Your dagger was lying in his lap. His tail swung quickly. 

  "You're back quick." 

  The door closed loudly. It shook the walls. The room smelled of incense- standing in the other corner of the room- and... alcohol. And pine, and a subtle cherry smell. So much was going on, and your brain had trouble processing it, including the unusual spirits on either side of you. 

  "I don't like dragging things out."

  You plopped down in one of the other chairs, Akura-ou in the one opposite of you. 

  You inspected the table, glancing up at Akura and Tomoe with owlish eyes. 

  "You get your dagger if you win," Akura said, nodding over to Tomoe. His ears perked up. 

  "You and Akura-ou will drink undiluted sake until you're as drunk as can be. Then, you both will attempt to write [the kanji for] "melancholy rose". The one who manages to do so- will keep the dagger," Explained Tomoe. 

  Your joy faded as quickly as it came. 

  "Drinking with a yokai?! That's damn impossible!" You tangled your hands in your hair. Tomoe smiled. 

  "We'll see." Tomoe glanced to Akura, and their eyes met, smiles matched in mischieviousness, one face demonic, and one ethereal. 

  You inhaled. 

  You smiled smugly. 

  "Fine. I take your deal." 

  The first drink was a puppy. 

  The tenth was a hellhound biting off your head. 

  Some time after that you had stopped counting. 

  You groaned, hot face held in your shaky hands. The alcohol burned in your stomach all the way back up your throat. Your mouth had started to numb. You could see well enough, but your body was loose, and each movement seemed so much more broad and intense. You laid your head on the table. You kept feeling the fabric of your clothing with your fingertips. 

  Akura had a lightly flushed face and kept needlessly fixing his hair. You had an... uncontrollable urge to go for a run. And to knit. You never knitted. Or went for runs. 

  "How drunk are you?" Asked Tomoe, watching you with disinterest. Akura-ou flipped his hair, and it hung from his horns. He attempted to fix it, only managing to tangle another piece of hair on his golden disc earrings. He growled. 

  You tried to lift yourself. Your body was heavy. You huffed, clinging to your chair. 

  You gasped. 

  "Drunk... enough..." You sighed, folding over. Your hair obscured your vision. Akura-ou's eyes were glassy and squinting at a corner in the room. 

  You stared at him through your hair. 

  "How are you drunk? When you drank at the festival... you downed what seemed like bottle after bottle with no issue-" You forced out between breaths and nonsensical hums. 

  "I drank only.... a glass.... or two. The rest was... juice." He tried to lean back, almost falling and catching himself by gripping the table. 

  A screen was placed between you two. His horns still peeked out from behind. 

  You were given a brush, ink, and a piece of paper. You inhaled, trying to focus and pull yourself together. You only made yourself dizzier. 

  The melancholy rose kanji... the shapes were vaguely in your mind. One was like a chicken coup with a skewer on top. The other was like a wise old man squinting... or something like that. 

  You were thankful you had eaten a lot that day, as it seemed you were faster to sober up. Akura... by his shadow, it seemed like he wasn't writing at all, only swaying back and forth like a maple sapling in the wind. 

  You made your best guess with the parts of the kanji you remembered. You cringed. And empty page- a writer's worst nightmare. Shapes swirled before you and your world spun as you felt nausea rise in your throat. Your body felt weightless and you felt yourself floating away into a reverie. 

  You closed your eyes. A while ago you wrote something with those exact words. You audibly hummed as you thought and your face scrunched in frustration. You wished you could shove your hand into the deepest parts of your brain and retrieve the memory and slap it on the page. You bit your lip. 

  You opened your eyes. The page stared back expectantly. 

  "Don't look at me like that." 

  It didn't reply. You huffed, tapping your brush. 

  Your hand trembled as you dipped the brush into the ink, and set it down on the paper. If you never tried, you'd never win. And you couldn't miss the opportunity. So you steeled your nerves and wrote like you weren't drunk and being scrutinized by sly purple eyes. 

  You placed the final stroke, checking the writing. It was as close as you were going to get. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as sobriety came creeping up to you. 

  The screen was removed. 

  Akura was in the middle of falling asleep over what was... well, it could've been an abstract painting, it could've been an ink spill, it could've been a hallucination; it was many things- but it wasn't "melancholy rose". 

  You looked down at your paper. You hadn't fared too badly. 

  Tomoe's eyes widened. He banged on the table. 

  "Akura! That's abhorrent!" He pointed a grey claw at the paper. Akura ou hummed incomprehensibly in response. Tomoe stared at him with disappointment. They switched places. Akura was shoved out of his chair and into Tomoe's. He didn't seem to mind. He was in a place far away now. Rest in piss. 

  Tomoe sat down. He placed the dagger on the table. Your hand reached towards it. He spawned fire in his hand. You slapped it away. The fire faded. Tomoe looked surprised. 

  "I... HATE... fire," You mumbled angrily. You glared at him. 

  He tapped the table. 

  "I request a rematch, with me." 

  Tomoe poured another cup of sake. 

  Things were never as simple as you wanted them to be, huh? 

[xxmaddyxx]

Would you be comfortable with doing Kirishima x a reader who's having trouble eating? Like they just don't eat most days and he helps them through it :D

yes yes ofc i would :) feel free to request more <3

Kirishima x Reader Who's Having Trouble Eating

tw: possible hints toward ed

masterlist

why is him with hair down so cute??

you looked at the plate in front of you

the food looked delicious, but you just didn't want to eat it

Kirishima sat beside you in his dorm

it was about 10:30 pm and you wanted to see your bf so u just kinda showed up

which he didn't mind ofc

but he noticed that the only thing you ate that day was a granola bar and some crackers

so, he prepared you some leftovers that Bakugou made earlier

"Please, just take a few bites." He looked at you with concern

"I don't know if I want to Kiri." You fiddled with the fork in your hand

"Baby, you've only eaten about 200 calories today, that's not enough to live on."

you felt your eyes tear up just thinking about the word "calories"

you just hate that word

"I know." your voice broke as tears started falling "I don't know why I can't just eat like a normal person."

he put the plate aside and wrapped his arms around your frame

you buried your head in his neck and let everything out

he massaged your head and rubbed your back as you cried

"It's okay, we can get through this."

"Kiri, are you sure you still love me?"

"What?" He cupped your face and looked you in the eye

"You should be dating someone who can eat without regretting everything. Someone who is normal, someone who can get through a single day without breaking down over the thought of how many calories they've consumed that day."

"Stop." He held your hands in his

"I fell in love with you. You, y/n. You are an amazing, caring person and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Now, I know it's not something that'll happen overnight, but if we take it step by step, then we can mend your relationship with food. I believe we can."

You nodded as the tears were slowing down

"Now, that doesn't mean you're not still going to have bad days. But, you are a strong person and you need your fuel." He grabbed the plate again.

"So, let's start with a couple of bites. You don't have to eat the whole plate, but let's get you some energy."

"Babe, it's 10:40 pm."

"shh, it's fine." he put the fork in your hand.

You took one bite and the food tasted incredible (bcs bakugou is basically 16 yr old gordon ramsey)

"See? Baby steps."

you took a couple more bites and put the plate aside

"I'm proud of you, y/n." He kissed your forehead

"Now, another part of becoming a strong hero is getting your rest."

he laid down with you on his chest

"Good night baby shark."

"Good night, Kiri. Thank you again."

"No problem."

Thank you again for the request, i hope you liked it <33

[vampyre-gutz]

Here’s a list of Alphabetically sorted ‘Call Signs’ for you if you: can’t figure out what yours would be, you need one for an OC, or for whatever other purpose! :)

!! Some of these came off the internet and are real call signs! Some are from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick which is probably why some of them may seem familiar. Good luck aviators. !!

A: Angel, Alphabet, Agony, Arrow, Assassin, Aggy, Ace, Animal, Astro.

B: Black Cat, Bronco, Bruise, Brick, Basher, Bulldog, Breaker, Blaze, Boomerang, B.O.B, Blade, Bullet, Bull, Bullseye, Bucket, Biggie, Birdie, Boots, Bones, Badger, Buzz, Big-sky, Baby Bat, Bubbly.

C: Cobra, Cypher, Casper, Charge, Cougar, Cyclone, Crow, Cyclops, Chipper, Coyote, Cargo, Charlie, Chaser, Cryo, Chuck, Creed, CooCoo, Cannonball, Circuit, Crash, Colt, Cruella, Creature, Chicken Little.

D: Dynamite, Dusty, Dash, Demo, Dice, Duck, Domino, Dover, Dozer, Diesel, Darling, Dasher, DoDo, Dipper, Digger., Deuce, Django, Dottie, Deception.

E: Elvis, Enigma, Egghead.

F: Flatline, Fireball, Fighter, Frost, Fancy, Feather, Flame, Frogman, Fifi, Firecracker, Fun-sized, Fruit Bat, Fungus.

G: Ghost, Goose, Giggles, Gucci, Ghostrider, Grizzly, Great White (shark), Gills, Gibbs, Gonzo, Ginger, Gator, Growler, Gretel, Graveyard, Ghoul, GG, G-Lord.

H: Hangman, Hammer, Hijax, Hijinx, Hollywood, Hurricane, Howler, Heater, Hawk, Honey, High-Tech, Hard Shell, Hydra, Horns, Heebee-Jeebee, Heartbreak, Hellcat, Hansel.

I: Iceman, Ivy.

J: Joker, Jinx, Jester, Jaws, Jacket, Judge, Jumper, Jaguar, Jigsaw, Judas.

K: Killer, Knight, Kanga, Krunch, Kindle.

L: Lucky, Legend, Little red, Lick, Lightbeam, Lambchop, Lover-boy, Lovebug, Lunch Money, Lucifer.

M: Maverick, Mouse, Mad Dog, Maniac, Machine, Mutt, Merlin, Mellow, Major, Mugsy, Mistletoe, Micro, Mamba, Mule, Mad, Memo, Magician, Monster, Moony, Midnight, Magic, Mastermind, Mare, Mustache, Moby, Mortician, Mortimer, Massacre, Mad Hatter.

N: Nova, Navigator, Nerd, Nugget.

O: Ox, Omen, Obi, Octave/Octavia, Oopsie Daisy.

P: Puddle, Porky, Poison, Payback, Phoenix, PopTop, Pyro, Pitch, Puggsy, Princess, Puke, Poltergeist, Phantom, Peacock, Puzzle, Peter Pan.

Q: Quiver, Queenie, Q-tip.

R: Razor, Ripper, Rattlesnake, Rooster, Rebound, Rush, Red, Rags, Robin, Rusty, Rebel, Radiator, Rottweiler, Rapid, Rambo, Red Flag, Rockstar.

S: SHOCK, Skipper, Showoff, Sparrow, Slayer, Smiley, Songbird, Shadow, Scooby, Slider, Sundown, Stinger, Sludge, Shredder, Storm, Silence, Stretch, Serpent, Scout, Shark, Stag, Slick, Sassy, Scooter, Soprano, Spring, Strike, Scorpion, Showtopper, Stallion, Sweet ‘n Sour, Scarlet Witch, Surge, Spinach.

T: Tiger, Taz (Tasmanian Devil), Thunder, Twinkle-Toes, Tank, Tweety, T-Bone, Tumble Weed, Trouble, Tombstone, Tug, Toon, Twitch, Turbo, Tart, Teacup.

U: Uber, Unicorn, Ultimate, Unseen.

V: Viper, Vapor, Vampire, VooDoo, Vanilla, Vine, Venom.

W: Wiki, Wolfman, Wizard, Warlock, Wildcard, Wednesday, Wildfire, Wonderland, White Rabbit.

X: Xeno, X-man, Xanadu.

Y: Youngin.

Z: Zeus, Zebra, Zig-Zag, Zimm.

[sacredasexual]

Age Regressor Alphabet Headcanons with (Age Regressor)Inosuke!

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(Invented by me!)

A - Affection: Yes! He's extremely affectionate and always wants hugs.

B - Bath time: He absolutely LOVES bath time. Sometimes its a struggle to get him out.

C - Clothing: Pastel colored clothing that's soft or silky. He really loves getting his hair done and having cute hairpins in his hair.

D - Diapers: Yes. They help him feel little and helps him stay in his little space.

E - Express: He is very good at expressing how he feels when he's regressed, surprisingly.

F - Favorite: Food: Apple Slices or DIno Nuggets | Drink: Apple Juice | Toy: Blue shark stuffie | Show: Paw Patrol

G - Giggles: He laughs and giggles a lot even if it's just a simple word he finds funny (If you really wanna make him laugh just blow a raspberry on his tummy)

H - Happy?: He's very easy to please and gets happy at lots of things

I - Items for Comfort: His yellow sunflower pacifier and his blue shark stuffie that he named "Mr. Sharkie"

J - Jealous: YES. He wants all attention for himself and he'll get fussy when he doesn't get attention right when he wants it

K - Kisses: He loves forehead and cheek kisses, he might cry if you forget to give him one

L - Little Age: 1 to 3 years old

M - Mischievous - At times, but its never something extreme like hitting or throwing tantrums, he just likes to play

N - Nicknames: His favorites is "Little Sweetheart" and "Little Devil". But he also likes to be called Sweetie, Sweetheart, Sweet pea, and Angel

O - Ouchies: Surprisingly he doesn't get them too much, but when he does he cries a lot even if it's just a little cut

P - Pouty: VERY! He'll pout a lot even if nothing is wrong and just wants attention

Q - Quiet: Only during Naptime. Any other time he's loud and very energetic, but he's a good boy nonetheless

R - Rage: Surprisingly, opposed to how he is normally, he doesn't get angry that much when he's little. Only if he's being mistreated, but if you're treating him right, he never really gets angry

S - Stuffie(s): A Blue Shark Squish mellow he named "Mr Sharkie" (As stated earlier)

T - Tantrums: He doesn't throw tantrums all the time. But when he does it's usually because hes experiencing emotions and feelings he doesn't know how to properly express instead of him just being a brat

U - Uppies: He loves being picked up. No matter when or where, if he's little he'll be begging to be picked up

V - Verbal: He can talk, but most of his words are in baby talking (Ex, Hello = "Hewo" and Please = "Pwese")

W - Weeping: He cries A LOT. Something he doesn't like? He cries. A bad dream? He cries. He just wants attention? HE CRIES!

X - X...tra?: Despite his need to be constantly looked after, reassured and affection, he's a good sweet boy nonetheless

Y - Yummies: He loves fruits of any kind, his favorite being apples. He also really loves those crackers that you can dip in cheese.

Z - Zzz: He resists Nap time almost all the time, He'll need convincing with extra playtime in order to get him to take a nap.

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[coffee-latte-sprite]

Damian Al Ghul and the Annoying Reporter

Chapter 12

Series Masterlist

AgedUp!Damian Al Ghul x fem!reader

WC: 1,300

Warnings: language, death, torture, angst, mention of blood, attempted murder, betrayal (not Titus this time - I know, surprising)  my crapping writing of events :D (here are the links to the scenes I'm talking about link 1 || link 2 )

Synopsis:

Wanting to make a name for herself, Y/N does the unthinkable and tries to interview the heir to the League of Assassins. Although, it doesn’t go as planned. How will she be able to salvage this, especially when Damian Al Ghul doesn’t like strangers?

Damian knew exactly where to find Slade. He was 50 miles off the coast of Scotland and took refuge in one of his grandfather’s old oil rigs. 

Damian’s arms pushed through the currents of waves as the snorkeling mask was clasped to his face. The stale air reminds him of how little time Y/N may have left. He had to keep going. He couldn’t stop.

Slade was a fool to cross the heir.

Nothing was more invigorating to Damian than someone he cared for was in the balance. He was going to get her back, no matter the bloodshed. 

Not when the air was frigid and the ocean churning into ice. 

The only time he got a breather was when his body came in contact with the rusty leg of the rig. It’s menacing size was an overwhelming eye sore to him, but he pulled out his grappling hook and shot it off. 

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He weaved through the rig and knocked anyone he came in contact with out. Their bodies hit the metal without a sound and Damian continued on without a hitch. He hid in the darkness and moved with the shadows. 

He was ready for this.

He has been trained for this. 

Damian went down a flight of staris and then heard the voice of Slade as it bounced off the walls. 

“Keep up production. I don’t care what happens, keep it up. And I don’t want a single soul to come onto this rig. I don’t care if it is a drowning soul. . . shoot them.”

Damian peered around the corner to see Slade in an elevator shaft. He was giving orders to his workers as they bowed and ran down the halls. Slade then closed the elevator doors and went down. 

Not wasting a second, Damian pulled out his katana and pried the doors open, he then hooked his leg around the elevator cable and slid down it without a sound into the plunging darkness of the sea outside the glass. 

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Damian ran down hallways of an underground facility. It’s ceilings and walls made of glass as he could see the ocean floor and the sharks and fish pass by the tunnels. He couldn’t believe this whole facility was being created and no one knew about it. 

Unless, his mother and grandfather knew, but didn’t tell him. 

Damian continued to run to try and find Slade as in the five seconds they were apart, he lost him. 

Then, as if mocking, he heard Slade’s curling voice echo through the halls. 

“Below, if you want her.”

Damian cursed. He hated not knowing what to do, but he had no choice. 

He had to follow orders. 

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Damian fell through an airduct and rolled onto the cavern floor to a stop. He stood slowly as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting as the stalactites hung low from the ceiling as they were basking in a deep green light. He wavered through the rocks and saw a large glowing green pond. 

“Beautiful isn’t it?” A voice asked into the dark as they emerged with a long black coat hanging in their left arm. 

“A lazerith pit. Congratulations.” The heir seethed as he gripped his sheathed katana. 

Slade scoffed, “You Al Ghuls are all so entitled. I was surprised when your little mommy gave up your little girlfriend.”

Damian's stomach dropped as ice sparked across his form, “What?” he asked dangerously. 

“Oh yes, Talia gave one of my men the corrindinates of her and my men simply picked her up. She was meant as a peace offering as I destroyed your home-” 

Damian couldn’t think straight as anger fuled his veins. 

First Slade, then his own mother betrayed him?

He couldn’t think, all he could do was act, especially as he pulled out his sword. 

Slade laughed as he pulled out his gun and flicked the hood of the coat up. 

Damian’s heart stopped. 

Y/N was knocked out and bruises and scars littered her face. Slade then put the gun to her temple and cocked the gun. 

“Your move bastard.” 

Damian knew there was no way he could stop Slade as his sword clattered to the rocky floor. 

“Good choice.” He sneered. “Besdies, I would rather have your head then hers.” And Slade turned the gun around towards him. 

“NO!” Y/N screamed as she struggled out of his grasp and stepped into front of the gun. It shot off and she screamed as the bullet went through her. 

Damian lunged forward as his heart gave a hard squeeze, but then jumped back as Slade started to shoot at him. 

Damian maneuvered around the rocks as his heart was beating out of his chest. 

How could all of this go wrong all so quickly?

Damian’s mind was racing as the bullets hit the rock he was hiding behind over and over again. 

His breathing was erratic as he jumped back over as Slade was reloading. 

Damian didn’t have a single thought as adrenaline pushed him harder. He fought with everything he had. 

His punches came fast and precise. His kicks came quicker and harder. He held nothing back. 

Slade soon found himself floundering as Damain gave one final kick back. Slade with blood runing down his face gave a wheezed laugh. 

“That's all you got, boy?”

“No.” Damian then held up the grenade Slade had on him. Slade’s eyes widened as Damain then threw it at him. Slade ran down the corridor, but it was too late, he was cornered. 

The bomb went off as Damain covered Y/N’s limp body with his own. 

The bomb shook the enitre room as rocks began to shake off the walls and the sirens of a disaster echoed through the halls. 

Damian then gently pulled Y/N into his arms as he stepped into the pit and let her body float. He didn’t know if it was too late or not, but he had to try. He watched her body float away, and then succumb to the water as she went under. 

The walls of the cave shook harder as loose rocks and stalagmites started to shake as more and more rock fell. Then, a large crash came as he knew one of the support for the facility fell. 

Damian looked back at Y/N as time was running out, and then, she shot straight up from the water screaming. 

“Y/N!” He yelled back as he pushed through the water towards her thrashing figure.

He gripped her shoulders as she went limp from the pit’s powers overwhelming her. 

“Damian?” She asked softly as he held her closer. 

He was never letting her go again. “I got you.” He said as he watched her fall asleep once more. 

Then, a whoosing sound came. It sounded loud and big. 

“Shit.” Damian said as he knew exactly what that sound was. The ocean. 

The glass must have broken as water was now rushing in. 

As the sun scorched his eyes, he saw a helicopter circling in the air from the large billows of balck smoke entering the air. He saw the sign of a red cross on the side of the helicopter as he waved it down. 

He got out his grappling gun and shot it off at the ceiling. It brought the couple into the air as the ocean waves came tumbling into the room. It missed them by seconds as Damian held her close.

Damian continued the cycle of shooting his grappling gun and they fly up a couple of level, all until the break the surface. 

The chopper then lifted from the aching metal rig and Damian watched as the rig pooped and fizzled with fire and he watched as it sunk into the sea, not leaving a trace. 

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