#especially when bloody and bruised and hurting - we are only using it for what god intended it to be used which is suffering

[sonicstalker123]

Protective!Korekiyo x Injured!Reader

CW: Blood, injuries, mentions of chapter 2’s victim, bruises

✨she/her pronouns will be used!✨

Korekiyo is in his lab, admiring all of the items and strangely Angie is in there too, creating a sketch of the god dog statue while Kiyo is infodumping telling her everything he knows about it and seances he’s done in the past.

“Nyahaha! Very inspiring, Kiyo! Have you ever talked to any of the spirits you summon?” Angie asks.

“Mmm, only spirits that have had grudges against other people and then I’ve… helped… out spirits and helped them move on to the afterlife.” Kiyo responds.

“Neat! I’m gonna finish this art piece and give it to you when I’m done, okay? Bye-onara!” Angie leaves.

“Angie is the last person I’d expect to come and visit my wonderful lab and genuinely showed interest in the things here. The only other person that shows interest is Y/N, the way her eyes sparkle when I first showed her everything is something I’ll never forget. It was very adorable. Speaking of which, where is she? We had plans to go to the garden and tell her some stories because she loves listening to them.”

Kiyo leaves his lab and wanders around, with a determined look in his eyes. He runs to a nearby classroom and looks around. “Odd. She comes here occasionally when she just needs a quiet space that usually nobody enters. Y/N comes in here when something serious is on her mind or if she is troubled about something. I learn new things about her all the time.”

Surprisingly enough, Kiyo runs very fast.

“I wonder where she could be. Could she be in her room perhaps?” Kiyo makes his way towards Y/N’s room and knocks on the door. No response. He decides to wait for a bit. After about five minutes he gets worried and calls her phone. Kiyo’s phone continues to ring and nobody picks it up.

He decides to call again and weirdly enough Kaito answers it. “Y/N? Where are you? Are you al-”Kaito interrupts him. “Yo, who is th- Wait… Kiyo??? Where are YOU? Something bad happened at the pool and everybody else is here and we were wondering where you were at. Ya know what? It doesn’t matter. Come to the pool immediately. Monokuma is here too.” Kaito hangs up.

Kiyo decides to text “Y/N” when he starts walking to the pool. ‘Kaito. I’m on my way.’ SEND.

“Hopefully Y/N is there, I just wonder why she wouldn’t message me or give me a call.”

The Ultimate Anthropologist eventually makes his way to the pool. He got lost for a little bit lol

He opens the door and everybody turns their head towards Kiyo. He looks at Y/N and is surprised. “Oh my. Why is she face down on the ground? Why does it look like the pool is a faint shade of red?”

Gonta picks her up and gently rolls her over and Y/N has bruises and blood on her arms and legs. Everybody gasps. His surprised feeling quickly turns to anger once he put the pieces together.

“WHAT HAPPENED. WHO DID THIS? Why is she bloody.”

“Well dipshit, it’s obvious she was attacked. Maybe she was thrown in the pool after she was attacked so she would drown.” Miu says, rolling her eyes. 

“Um… Kiyo.. Kirumi spotted her while she was cleaning and got my attention and Kaito got everybody else.” Tsumugi states.

Kokichi sneaks up to Y/N and starts slapping her in the face continuously, trying to wake her up. “Kokichi, stop! You’re going to make Kiyo even more ma-“ Kaede exclaims while Kiyo turns his head and stands right behind Kokichi. Kokichi sees his shadow and flinches. He eventually stops. He’s actually kind of scared.

“Are you trying to hurt her even more? If so, I will tear out your nerves.” Kiyo asks angrily.

“Grrr… you degenerate male! You should know better to not lay a hand on a girl! Especially my friends!” Tenko exclaims. She gets into a battling stance, wanting to beat the shit out of Kokichi.

Gonta starts to pat her on the back, in hopes of getting Y/N to cough up the water. “Please wake up for not just Gonta, but for all of friends…”

Kiyo walks up to Y/N and sits on his knees next to her. He picks her up and gives her a gentle hug, not knowing what else to do.

Moments pass and he feels that she’s getting warmer (aka blushing) and eventually coughs up a bunch of water.

Kiyo’s eyes widen, along with everybody else. Y/N tries to speak but she’s too busy coughing.

Y/N eventually stops and looks around in a panic. “What- where- KIYO? You’re here?”

Kiyo smiles and nods, putting his hand on her head, almost like he’s protecting her. Y/N smiles real big, still blushing.

“Damn Y/N, were you THAT thirsty or what?” Miu asks, laughing. Everybody but Y/N just gives Miu a LOOK that says ‘are you actually serious right now’.

Almost like “🤨”

Y/N starts to laugh under her breath and everybody then turns to look at Y/N. “Miu-“

Miu turns to look at Y/N, confused. “Yeah?”

Y/N just starts to laugh… like a genuine laugh. Everybody is just dumbfounded.

“I- That joke was… hahaha- very funny!” Y/N exclaims while trying to catch her breath.

“Wowwww, Y/N, you’re like the ONLY person who finds Miu’s dirty jokes funny.” Kokichi says while rolling his eyes.

Kiyo then starts to look at everybody in the room. “Anyways, Y/N, do you remember who your attacker was? Do you remember what they looked like?”

Y/N starts thinking to herself. “Umm, uhh…whoever it was… was short. I only saw a silhouette. I only saw them for a brief second…. I think everything went black? I could’ve been attacked and pushed out the window.”

Ryoma shudders. “I’ve destroyed the mafia before, but how come somebody falling out of a window send chills down my spine..? Odd.”

Kiyo then looks at Ryoma, Himiko and Kokichi rather menacingly, eyes glowing.

Himiko is the only one who’s actually terrified. Ryoma sighs. “You don’t need to suspect me, I was practicing tennis in my room.”

“Why would you suspect me? I have nothing against Y/N!” Kokichi yells.

“LIES! Just last week you pulled a massive prank on Y/N by hiding a bunch of her belongings! Some of them are STILL missing!” Kiyo yells with a hint of growl.

Kokichi starts laughing. “That’s hilarious!! She’s just such an easy target. She’s just dumb. I could prank the absolute shit out of her and nobody without suspect a thing.”

Korekiyo growls. “How DARE you say such a thing?”

“Oh man! It seems like you’re upset with me! I probably should’ve lied!”

Y/N looks up at her boyfriend. “Kiyo… I greatly appreciate you protecting me, you don’t know how much it means to me…”

“But of course, Y/N, you’re very precious to me. I would do anything for you.” Kiyo responds.

Y/N looks at Kokichi and growls. “You’re the one who took my prized belongings?!” Her eyes glow.

Kokichi sighs. “LIKE I’VE SAID BEFORE… Y/N… you’re so slow and a—“

Y/N dashes towards Kokichi with intense anger. She tackles him and glares at him rather intensely. “You need to learn to shut your fucking mouth, you motherfucker.”

“Y/N, please stop! Fighting with Kokichi will get us nowhere. We need to figure out who hurt you. But first. Monokuma! Come on out!” Kiibo yells and Monokuma pops up.

“What’s up? You called?” Monokuma responds.

“Take her to a nearby hospital!” Kiibo responds back.

“Well, alright, she hasn’t broken any rules. We have to go all the way to Jabberwock Island for that, are you SURE you wanna risk her dying? She might bleed out.”

Kaito and Kiyo look at her and then Monokuma. “Take her. Kiyo will kill us if she doesn’t come back so she better come back, Monokuma!”

“I wasn’t going to give you a choice really, just felt like doing a bit of trolling. As long as she, or anybody else for that matter, don’t break the rules, anybody can go to the hospital. Ah-ah-ah, you can’t come in here, Korekiyo, there’s no room.”

The Monokuma ambulance disappears in the blink of an eye.

Himiko notices some arrows. “Arrows? I bet this was used to attack her. Nyeh? What’s a necklace doing in the pool?”

“A necklace??? I thought that was one of the missing items. Does it have *insert your star sign here* on it?” Kaito asks.

Himiko nods.

“Why and HOW do you know about her necklace, Kaito?” Korekiyo asks.

“Dude, she wears it almost every day. It has a star sign on it and me being the Luminary of the Stars, I had to ask her about it and what star sign it was. And plus I got it for her, I thought it would be something she’d like, it combines our favorite things. Me? Stars and Y/N? Necklaces.”

The Ultimate Anthropologist walks into the pool and grabs the necklace, which was like four feet deep.

“You walked into the pool?! JUST LIKE THAT???? Holy shit, dude. Mad respect.” Kaito responds.

“But now your clothes are soaking wet and dripping water drops everywhere. Go change your clothes and come back here.” Kaede politely demands.

“I’ll be staying here, looking around for clues.” He responds.

Kaede shrugs and starts looking around with Shuichi. Korekiyo walks up to the arrows and notices something sparkly on the arrows. He then looks at the window and sighs. “Dear Y/N, who did this to you?” He hears his phone chime and looks at it. “Y/N??? How is she typing right now?”

‘Hi kiyo, at jabberwock island, hard to type with glass in my arms. I’ll be ok. Love u, they’re taking me to get the glass removed rn, hope to see u soon 🥰’

“GLASS?” Korekiyo exclaims.

“She fell from window, she bound to have glass in arm.” Gonta responds.

“Poor thing, she must be in pain right now. Glass in her arms, she’s bruised and bloody.” Tsumugi responds.

“I noticed that the arrows were sparkly. It’s odd, unless it was Himiko. I doubt it though.” Shuichi states.

Himiko sighs. “Nyeh… I was the one who accidentally hurt her. I was practicing my magic with arrows and she unfortunately went flying out of my window. With the arrows.”

“Himiko’s magic is real?! And she’s not just saying random shit???” Kaito asks.

Himiko doesn’t say anything and leaves the room with a deep and upset sigh.

✨time skip to a few days in the future✨

Kiyo sits on the floor and sighs, burying his face in his hands. Suddenly his phone starts playing a tune. “That’s my ringtone… Y/N?!” He quickly answers.

“Hey, I’m still in the hospital but I figured I’d give you a call in c-case you wanted to hear me s-speak. Damn these IVs are making me super sleepy… can you visit me? It’s… kinda lonely here…”

“On it, dear. See you in a little bit.”

Y/N giggles and says “alrighty” as she ends the call.

Kiyo makes it to the hospital, almost as if Himiko used her magic to get him there.

He finds his beloved, completely passed out from the medicine. “Hah, there she is. Safe. Okay. Thank the dog god.”

“I a-a-assume you’re the one that Y-Y-Y/N was talking about?” Mikan asks while walking up to him. Korekiyo nods. “W-We found a t-total of 53 shards in her a-arms. We got her wounds s-stitched up t-t-too. She will b-be o-o-okay soon.”

Haha iykyk the 53 joke

“I see… thank you.”

Mikan leaves and Korekiyo sits next to Y/N and holds her hand. “Y/N, we know who did this, Himiko did it. She confessed. I’m sure the others are justifiably mad at her. You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Korekiyo holds her hand.

✨time skip to a few days✨

Y/N walks through the hallways, relieved to see everyone, minus Kokichi and Himiko. She ignores them both.

“Hey, welcome back, Y/N!!! You good now? Here’s your necklace! Kiyo here found it and walked STRAIGHT into the water for it. It was super badass!” Kaito exclaims.

[midnightkens]

in my secret life

Ken finally tells Barbie about what Patrick does to him.

Massive TW for domestic violence

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When Ken lets her in, Barbie instinctively scans the room for any signs of Patrick snooping around.

Ken gives her a weary smile. He's pale and drawn; the dark circles under his eyes look like bruises. He looks more exhausted than Barbie's ever seen. It almost hurts to look at him. "He's not here. He's with sisters."

"Good." It feels like a sign. Patrick isn't on the lease, but he's always here. Barbie's almost certain he doesn't offer to pay some of the rent. His being away, unable to loom over Ken and eavesdrop, is a rare event. They've had this conversation before, long before the situation even escalated to this height. But it's different. Bruises decorate Ken's skin, ugly splotches of purple, blue, and green that can't even be hidden with coverup. And now?

Now Ken has four fractured ribs. "Surfing accident," he'd claimed when she asked. Ken's been surfing for years; he hasn't fallen off the board since his beginner days. Patrick hurts him; Barbie feels it in her bones.

Getting Ken to admit it would take a miracle, but she's nothing if not determined.

Barbie closes the door behind her and toes off her shoes. She eagerly holds up two bottles of wine. "I told you I'd bring a present."

"Thank God." Ken takes the bottles, only barely concealing his wince. Pleas to sit down and chill out rest on the tip of her tongue, but she swallows the words. It's no use. "Ya know, I've been looking forward to this all week."

"Me too." They don't get to see each other alone much these days. Not with Ken being kept under lock and key. "I've missed you."

Ken's Adam's apple bobs and he averts his gaze. "I've missed you too," he says quietly. "Um. Things have been really shit lately."

Barbie's breath hitches. What's happening? Ken so rarely offers tidbits about his personal life anymore, preferring to keep things calm and casual. He used to be so open, especially with her. For him to admit that things are bad....It has to be worse than we thought. "What do you mean?"

Ken chews on his lower lip and leads the way to his living room. There are two wine glasses on the table already, and some snacks. Ken uncorks the Pinot Grigio and pours Barbie's glass first. He fills his and sits gingerly in the chair. Ke drums his fingers on the armrest nervously, and Barbie sips her wine, trying to be patient. The silence stretches, and Barbie's just about to break it when Ken finally speaks.

"I need to tell you something." The words are a breathless rush. Ken's cheeks are flushed; he's practically vibrating with anxiety. Barbie resists the urge to reach out and touch him. "But I don't know how to say it."

"That's okay." Her own heart races in her chest, the woosh loud in her ears. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I know. I just....Fuck! I don't know what to say!" Ken rakes his fingers through his hair and scowls. "I had it all planned out! I had a little script and everything and I..."

"Ken." Barbie moves to sit next to him, but doesn't touch. He's been flinching lately. "Take a deep breath. It's okay."

"It's not." Ken shakes his head, and Barbie notices tears clinging to his eyelashes. "That's the problem! Nothing is fine!" Barbie looks at his hands. The skin around the nails is torn and bloody, his nails bitten to the quick. He hasn't picked his skin in years.

Everything is about to change. There's been a shift in the air, in Ken. He slumps forward like a puppet whose strings have been cut. He doesn't even flinch. Barbie cautiously rests a hand on his back.

"You don't have to follow a script. Just say whatever comes to mind. It's just me and you."

"Yeah." Ken nods and wipes his eyes. "It's just me and you. Okay." He sits up and rubs his eyes, tensing like he's bracing himself. "Patrick hits me."

The room becomes so quiet that Barbie could hear a pin drop. She was right. She swallows the bile that rises in her throat and tries to stay calm, but it's hard when she wants to break down and cry. It's not fair. It's not fucking fair. Ken trembles under her touch, but before she can formulate a thought, his mouth moves, words spilling out of him like a dam's burst.

"He hits me," Ken says breathlessly. "But that's not even all of it, Barb." Ken laughs, a bitter, hollow sound. It reminds Barbie of his fake laughter in Barbie Land. "I try so hard, you know? I try so fucking hard to fix it, but I never know what I'm doing wrong! He hits me and he kicks me and punches me and....He fucking spat on me one day. He broke my ribs. He's destroyed so much of my shit. You remember my guitar? The first one I got with my own money that I told you broke? Yeah, no, he fucking smashed it." Ken's breaths come in short pants; his eyes flit about the room. Is this a panic attack? "You know my horse figurines? He smashed them, because I had the balls to go out without him. He shoved my face in the glass and made me clean it up and I keep trying to fix it, but I keep fucking it up, and I don't know how!"

Ken starts to cry in earnest, deep guttural sobs that bring tears to Barbie's eyes. She blinks them away, determined to keep it together. It's so much worse than she imagined. Shoving his face in glass? Breaking his things? The broken ribs? It's so much worse than she could've imagined. She's long suspected that Ken's in danger, but now?

What if he kills him?

Barbie shakes her head. She'll entertain that thought later with Gloria and Ryan, when she's home and they can come up with a game plan. Maybe she can convince Ken to come back with her too, even if it's just for the night. "Oh, Ken..." She wraps her arms around him and pulls him close. He clings to the front of her shirt and she rocks back and forth, carding her fingers through his hair.

"It's not even just the physical stuff." Ken's voice is already hoarse. What could be worse than getting beaten? "He makes me feel like s-s-shit, Barbie. Every fucking d-d-day I hear how worthless I am. How I can't do anything right, how you and Gloria and Ryan and Sasha don't love me, that my friends don't give a f-f-f-fuck. How I'm stupid. He makes fun of me for being dyslexic. I try so fucking hard, Barbie. I try so hard to fix it, and I don't know what's wrong with me!"

"Nothing is wrong with you!" Ken flinches, and Barbie curses at herself and lowers her voice. "Sorry, Ken. I'm sorry. There's nothing wrong with you, and it kills me that he makes you feel like that. You're so smart, you're compassionate, you're funny! I love you. Gloria, Ryan, and Sasha love you - "

"Why would he say something that isn't true? I don't understand. If he's saying it, it's gotta be true, right? That's the way it works."

"No, Ken, it's not." All the confidence he's gained, completely wiped out because of him. Oh, Patrick should be thankful he isn't here right now. "He's saying it because he's insecure and evil. He feels like shit and wants to bring you down with him." She gasps as she has a sudden realization. "Your sweatshirt. The I am Kenough one. Is that why you gave it to me? So he couldn't destroy it."

Ken nods. "Yeah. He never saw it, but I didn't want him to find it. I'm scared," he whispers. "I'm really scared. He tells me I deserve it, and you know, most of the time I think I do. It's my punishment for the Kendom."

"I never want to hear you say that again!" Barbie lets a few tears slip. Ken looks at her dubiously, and she doesn't wipe them away. "There is nothing you could ever do to make you deserve getting your face smashed into glass or your ribs broken or any of it!"

"But - "

"No. No buts. Did you make a mistake? Yeah. But making a mistake doesn't mean you deserve to be abused!"

Ken scrambles to the other side of the sofa, eyes wide with horror. It's the first time anyone has said the word out loud. The acknowledgement, the confirmation...Ken must feel like his entire world is crashing around him. Again. They're both crying now. Barbie scoots closer slowly and holds out her hand. The seconds feel like hours as she waits for Ken to take it. She breathes a sigh of relief when he interlocks their fingers.

"I don't know what to do. I hate him, Barbie. I hate him so fucking much; he ruined everything, and I just wanna get out of this, but I don't know how!" He rests his cheek in his other hand, lower lip still trembling. "I left Barbie Land so I could be better, but it's all worse. It's so bad, I'm bad, and I never should've left."

Barbie squeezes his hand. "I'm glad you're here. You have a lot of people who are glad you're here. Gloria and Ryan. Sasha. Your hiking and surfing friends. All the people you've taken photos for." Barbie raises an eyebrow, unable to keep the smirk off her face. "Colt." Ken flushes at the mention of the stuntman. They only became friends recently, but even Barbie can see that there's something there. "So many people are happy you're here, human, and alive. He's wrong about you."

Ken offers a one-shouldered shrug. "I hate him. I say I love him, but I don't. I wanna dump him, but I'm so damn scared."

"It's okay." Ken snorts, and Barbie knows he doesn't believe her. She can't blame him. It's been almost two years of constant torture. It'll take a while for things to get better, but she's not going anywhere. "We'll figure it out."

Ken hums noncommittally, but he curls back into her side as gingerly as possible. She cards her fingers through his hair again, resting her cheek on the top of his head. There'll be time to convince him to come home with her later. He doesn't need that right now. Ken may not believe her, but she's determined to help him find a way out. It may not be romantic, but...

He's her Ken.

And she'll be damned if she lets Patrick take him from her.

[kumeko]

A/N: for the @dcladieszine! I love the Birds of Prey ladies (especially the Gail Simone run) and had to put in some Babs/Dinah/Helena.

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Dinah was sore. No, she was beyond sore. Every part of her ached as she moved, her muscles complaining as she rapidly slid from one stance to another. Even her ears hurt, and she just used them to listen. This was what happened when you had back-to-back missions.

If only her enemies were considerate and just scheduled their world-ending plans.

Still, Dinah couldn’t blame the world’s latest close shave alone. Part of the fault lay on her. After all, she was the one who agreed to spar with Helena after the plane touched down and they had returned to Gotham. She could have asked for anything else—strong coffee, her favourite pizza, a warm bath—but no, apparently her tired mind thought an ass-kicking from Huntress was just what was needed to de-stress.

Things could only go downhill from there.

A punch grazed her stomach and she gritted her teeth. Flipping backward, Dinah kicked Helena in the jaw, knocking her back. “This is just practice,” she grumbled, landing on her feet, her fists raised. “Could you hold back a little?”

“You still have to take it seriously.” Helena wiped the blood from her nose as she leapt to her feet. She had that cocky, shit-eating grin again, the one where she was raring to go, and Dinah wondered just where she got the energy. They had literally just travelled to hell and back. Even Wonder Woman had been ready to crash.

“Seriously, sure, but not like it’s life or death.” Dinah rolled her eyes. Honestly, what was it with Gotham natives and their odd masochism? Maybe she should have picked a different city to protect. At this rate, she’d get infected with their grim attitudes.

“What, worried I’ll beat you?” Helena taunted, immediately going on the offensive again. Dinah was certain that her angry friend had never learned any defensive moves. Or, if she had, she had immediately ignored them like she ignored any good advice in her life.

Dinah blocked her first punch. The second one knocked the air out of her. With a furious cry, Dinah grabbed Helena’s head and slammed it on her knee. They both sprang back, dizzy and bruised and winded.

A whistle sounded through the air. Dinah blinked a few times as she turned to the edge of the sparring floor. Barbara sat there in her personally customized wheelchair, her fingers falling from her lips as the match ended. “Alright, that’s enough, you don’t need to go all out today.”

Dinah sighed, slipping out of her stance. “That’s what I said.”

“Why not?” Helena challenged, pinching her nose as she tried to staunch the blood.

“Are you seriously asking that while holding a bloody nose?” Dinah grumbled, immediately flopping on the cool ground. At least she wasn’t wearing her usual fishnets outfit tonight, but a more comfortable t-shirt and shorts. She probably looked grubby, covered in sweat-stains, but Dinah felt grubby anyways.

God, she needed that warm bath.

“You just came back from a mission.” Barbara crossed her arms. Her brow furrowed, a wrinkle forming on her forehead as she glared at Helena. One day, Dinah was certain her face would freeze like that. “There’s no need to push yourself.”

“We have every need, considering how that mission went,” Helena countered, not budging an inch. Impressively, despite her hand blocking part of her face and the blood dribbling down her lips, she still was threatening.

Not that it mattered, Barbra never gave an inch in her life. The two women glared at each other, eyes flashing, looking more like a pair of circling cats than birds.

Dinah groaned. Even now, they were both like this. She’d have thought months of working together would have softened them—and it did, kinda. Helena stopped by more frequently for dinner, Barbara didn’t immediately kick her out the door, and they had several weeks entire Dick Grayson-drama-free. Yet, despite all of that progress, there was just something between the two, like a splinter in a foot. A small wedge that they just couldn’t quite overcome.

“Look, if you’re going to have sex, just go to the other room and do it already,” Dinah snarked, her gaze flicking from one to the other. She smirked as their glares turned to her. “This foreplay is tiring.”

Barbara’s jaw tightened. She rubbed her brow, not at all easing the pinched expression she wore. “We’re not flirting.”

Dinah shrugged. “Could have fooled me.”

“I will kill you,” Helena growled, going for the direct response as usual. Again, oddly threatening despite her fingers pinching her nose. Dinah could almost hear Bruce’s rasp and maybe it was just something all wannabe Batman’s could do.

Dinah sighed. Well, it was a partial success. At the bare minimum, they weren’t fighting each other anymore. Now, if only she could get them to not fight at all. Maybe she could lock them in a room together and refuse to open it until they got along. Or handcuff them to each other. Or—

She sat up. That was a perfect idea. And it’d soothe her own aches and pains. “Let’s go on vacation.”

They both stared at her, confusion colouring their faces. Silence reigned the room as Barbara and Helena looked at each other, then back at Dinah, as though the answers to their unspoken questions were on her face.

They should have known better. Dinah had a killer poker face. Just ask Oliver.

Finally, Barbara broke the silence. “What are you talking about?”

Dinah slowly repeated, taking care to enunciate each word. “Let’s. Go. On. Vacation.”

Honestly, the more she thought about it, the better the idea got. Everyone, even superheroes, especially superheroes, needed some R&R. A little time to reset themselves. Otherwise they’d all end up like Bruce and no one wanted that.

Actually, Barbara and Helena were already starting to act like Bruce—all gruff and grumpy and entirely too hard to deal with. This was the perfect time. Dinah grinned, stretching her hands out above her. “No work this time. Just the three of us have margaritas on the beach.”

“Not happening.” Helena scoffed, rejecting the idea out of hand. She finally released her nose, wiping the blood from her chin.

Dinah rolled her eyes. She hadn’t expected anything less from the mighty Huntress. “Why? Would it kill you to have some fun? Daytime fun?”

That was snide of her. She knew it the second the words left her mouth, the second Helena flinched, her expression growing stony. It was a cheap pot-shot. It hadn’t been worth it at all.  

Maybe it wasn’t just Barbara and Helena who had to work on their relationship.

“Just because you aren’t getting any,” Helena bit out, her hand curling into a tight fist.

She had it coming. Dinah could admit that much. “That came out wrong.”

Far from pacified, Helena growled, “Oh? Then how was it supposed to come out?”

“Stop it.” Barbara sighed, running a hand through her hair. She leaned back in her seat. “Dinah, I know you’re tired, but we can’t do that. At least, all of us can’t do that. It might not kill us, but the people of Gotham…”

Barbara trailed off. It wasn’t hard to imagine who she was thinking of. Between Joker and Killer Croc and every other villain that saw Gotham as easy prey, they had their hands full. And that wasn’t counting the schmucks who came in from out of town or even their travels to other cities and countries.

For some reason, there were a lot of bad people in the world.

Helena didn’t bother to mince her words. She never had. “It will kill people. You know how this city works.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dinah’s shoulders dropped as she looked accusingly from one to the other. It figured they learned how to tag-team when she didn’t want them to. “Now you two agree.”

“Even stopped clocks are right.” The insult sounded less barbed, more fond as Barbara glanced at Helena.

Helena merely shrugged. “What she said.”

“Well, in this case, you’re both wrong.” Dinah clambered to her feet, ignoring the aches in her calves. “God, I would kill for a beer.”

“I have some in the fridge. Helena?” Barbara asked as she turned her chair, wheeling it over to the kitchen. “And I’m never wrong.”

One of the conveniences of living in the clock tower: everything was one a single floor, and with the open-door concept, it was like being in a giant room. The workout area was next to the living area was next to the kitchen was next to the bedroom.

Actually, Dinah took that back. Having the bedroom so close to everything was very inconvenient.

“As long as you don’t have that watery Coors.” Helena rolled her eyes, making her way to a nearby bean bag and sinking into it. It was an odd sight considering how tense and above it all Helena acted. The bag looked far too slobby for her. “Never, huh?”

It was also strange considering Dinah had seen the latest Robin and Batgirl sit on that very bean bag while eating greasy pizza and junkfood. She didn’t have the heart to tell Helena about the nest of bacteria beneath her. “Never,” Dinah confirmed, moving over instead to a ratty couch. “And that isn’t her god-complex talking.”

There was the sound of a fridge opening. A soft clink as Barbara picked up three beers and opened them. She called out, “Next time you’re in a jam, I dare you to say that.”

“I’m saying it to your face,” Dinah replied tiredly, watching as Barbara returned. There was a tray on her lap and her wheelchair rolled forward automatically. Dinah held out a hand and sighed as the cold bottle touched her skin. “Shit, that’s what I needed.”

“And not a vacation?” Barbara asked as Helena took the second bottle.

“No, that’s definitely also needed.” Dinah took a swig and closed her eyes as the cold alcohol ran through her system. “You’re the one who said rest was important.”

“I meant for a night’s sleep. A few days.” Barbara shook her head before sipping her bottle. “Not a—actually, how long do you want to vacation?”

“A week. Minimum.” Dinah stressed the last part.

“Yeah, not happening.” Helena knocked back her drink. She licked her lips, as though trying to capture every last drop. If Barbara wasn’t careful, she’d drink her out of house and home.

“It is happening,” Dinah insisted, glaring at the pair. “Look, this is important.”

“Dinah,” Barbara reproached, pursing her lips apologetically. “I know you’re tired—”

“That’s just it, I’m not tired.” Dinah sat up properly now, clenching the bottle tightly between her hands. “I’m exhausted. You both are too. We’ve been running nonstop missions for weeks now.”

“It’s not like that’s new,” Barbara pointed out.

“No, it isn’t. Especially when you’re on speed dial for every superhero on the planet,” Dinah turned to Helena, “and you’re…” She paused. “Actually, I have no idea what you do. Lurk in the shadows or whatever.”

“Fuck off,” Helena snapped. “Like your adventures with lover boy are all that better.”

“They’re not—” Dinah breathed in deeply and forced herself to calm down. If she rose to Helena’s taunts, they’d get nowhere. And that vacation was calling her. “That’s not the point,” she took a deep breath and glared at Helena, “and I’ll get you for that later. Anyways, the point is: we do a lot. All the time. 24/7 a week, 365 a day, all of that crap. But we’re still people, we can’t be on all the time.”

“You going to call Joker and take a sick day?” Helena taunted before taking another swig.

“No, but I’ll call Batman and take a sick week.” Dinah crossed her arms, glaring at two challengingly. “Or Nightwing. Or Robin. Or Batwoman. Or Batgirl. Do you know just how many people patrol Gotham? I can’t even walk a block without running into a cape. Trust me, this city won’t even miss us.”

Barbara chuckled, unable to deny the fact. “There are a lot of us. But it’s a big city.”

“Not that big,” Dinah countered, sensing weakness. If she played her cards right, she’d be in Hawaii in a day. “Hell, even globally—there’s the entire JLA. Outsiders. Titans. Whatever team someone wanted to make for a week. There actually might be too many groups.”

“And too many enemies.” Helena studied her. “You’re seriously considering this?”

“I am. Because we need it.” Dinah set down her beer on the ground and leaned forward. “Look, we’re getting tired. And that means we’ll get sloppy. We can’t do anything if we’re constantly on the edge.”

This time, when the other two fell silent, it felt more contemplative than combative. Dinah smiled. One final push was all that was needed. Teasingly, she added, “Look, if you need to, I’ll even make up a mission.”

“It’s fine—don’t.” Barbara bit her lip, glancing in the direction where all of her Oracle equipment was. Her fingers twitched. “Maybe you two—”

“No, all of us,” Dinah repeated firmly, getting up. She approached Barbara and clasped her hand gently. “Look, didn’t you say Ted, Blue Beetle, was good with tech? Have him cover you for a few days.”

“You make it sound so easy.” Barbara chuckled, squeezing her hand back. “I deal with a lot of sensitive information.”

“That’s because it is. It really is. He’s a hero. You can trust him to keep his hands off any secrets.” Dinah smiled. Turning to Helena, she raised a brow. “And you?”

Helena stared at her bottle. She took another swig and huffed, “You’re going to bug me until I say yes, aren’t you?”

“Got that right.” Dinah’s smirk grew wider.

“Fine.” Helena rolled her eyes but she smiled nonetheless. “But only because you’re getting sloppy during practice.”

Dinah laughed. “Says the person with a bloody nose.”

[anonself]

🌱🎉 for the selfship game :3

Ok. Trying once again tumblr don’t fail me now or i will weep

🌱- who was your first f/o?

My first was a familial one, it was Jack Skellington. For romantic, that was Carth Onasi from Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, and then sans undertale sometime after, though I don’t selfship with him anymore. Also for like four years I was platonic selfshipping with like every fnaf animatronic but that’s neither here nor there I cried about withered Bonnie a lot

🎉- tell us some fun facts about your newest selfship!

Ok, that’s Morgan again. I love him more and more every day I want to put him in the microwave. He has narrowly scraped by bc I am unsure if the newest character I have my eyes on counts and that one is also kind of embarrassing bc the game has been out for literally One Day

Also a short rant abt my self insert bc why not

Morgan notices very early on in the pining stage that Liam is a collector of. Just *things.* such as: bottlecaps, little plastic toys, posters, coins, this plushie,

And this fucking thing

About half of his collection are things that Morgan’s snagged around the trials. A lot of prizes from the futterland games that Morgan absolutely did not steal he would never do that. The rest of them he’s picked out very carefully. The things Morgan brings it aren’t at all what it would usually pick for himself. But begrudgingly he notices it has an attachment to them anyway because Morgan got them for him. Earlier on in their relationship, these things get stuffed under it’s bed. It would die before admitting that it held a gift so closely. Especially when it’s like. A small jar of teeth Morgan’s scrounged around and picked up off the ground around the root canal ride.

Morgan gets fucked up in the trials. Often. He’ll leave those things bloody and bruised up because one of the reagents that day had landed plenty of good hits on him with bottles and bricks. He’ll limp around on a knee that never quite healed right and he can’t remember why, and Liam will stop him in his tracks, sitting him down and caring for his wounds. It’s quiet and not exactly gentle, a silent scolding for letting himself get so hurt as Liam tightly bandages and disinfects his cuts.

Now a brief “normal” au (or like. An au where they all escape Murkoff) bc that’s the only way this makes sense. Liam often takes over cooking, trying to take some stress from Mother Gooseberry bc god knows that woman is hanging on by a thread (unhinged queen, we love her). It always makes extra to hand off to Morgan. Even in their earlier phases. That’s just how Liam tends to show affection. Especially through cooking. Morgan has a hard time, he’s got arfid, so Liam’s made it a priority to find him safe foods to eat and make sure he’s always fed.

I wrote more abt them than I was expecting to I like them a lot.

[himbo-buckley]

Why do you think the show treats bucks past/mistakes as SOOO much worse then everyone else’s when in reality most of the characters on the show(Bobby, Eddie, Shannon,Doug, Abby,Hen, Athena and to a lesser extent Chimney) have done objectively worse shit then he did

Hello, friend!

Okay, first of all, thank you for the question, you really made me think there! I had to like put on my Evan Buckley playlist and take a shower to think about it (it’s a process okay?)

Now, while I wholeheartedly agree with you that anything that Buck 1.0 did was no where near as bad as the stuff everyone else pulled, I *do* suing your friend and by extension your whole friend group because you are mad at one of them - not matter if it was justified or not - *is* definitely up there with cheating on your wife or lying to a woman to get laid.

(Also the fact that you omitted Maddie from the above list is very valid, friend!)

I think generally it comes down to three factors, which are the characters who point out Buck’s mistakes for us, his age and this being a TV show.

I would argue that while we see Hen, Athena and Chimney point out some of Buck’s mistakes, aside from Athena in the pilot were she was more than justified in her yelling, it’s usually about making fun of him. Buck, Hen and Chimney especially have a sibling relationship and in such a relationship you do make fun of each other, while Athena in general likes to point out every one else’s mistakes.

Though I do have to say that Athena, next to Buck, has had to endure the most consequences for her actions what with being suspended several times in the course of the show - it’s just that due to her character it doesn’t stick as much as it does with Buck. Also, due to her not being a firefighter like the others her storylines are far more separate from the rest of the main cast, meaning there is less screen time available to do anything about her mistakes.

Which is the first factor that plays into why Buck’s mistakes get pointed out so much more, because they always tie into the main story and are connected to most of the other main characters - because Hen cheating on her wife, Chimney lying to Tatiana or even Eddie doing his best fight club impression were all bad things but generally had hardly any influence on the lives of everyone else. Buck suing them - or even just stealing the firetruck to have sex with a girl - did.

Also due to this there is a lot more available screen time to be dedicated to discussing the things because it affects and involves the others as well.

The other characters we generally (and mostly) see pointing out Buck’s mistakes are Maddie, Eddie, Bobby and Buck himself.

Maddie of course is Buck’s sister and she is older by a few years and feels responsible for him and for taking care of him, so her pointing out when Buck does things wrong comes from a place of concern and trying to keep him from making any worse mistakes.

With Eddie, I think, there is this thing where in my opinion Eddie thought Buck couldn’t really do any wrong until the lawsuit happened. Buck is after all his most trusted person and I do think Eddie has the highest opinion of him - which is why when Buck did let him down it hit way harder than it would have with any one else, because with them Eddie expected it. Also nearly all scenes where Eddie points out Buck’s mistakes, aside from the grocery store fight and the first apology scene, are either him teasing Buck or deflecting because of his own feelings, like in the second apology.

Now Bobby actually ties in with the third factor which is age:

Buck is the only one who begins the series new to the job and unfinished - of course Eddie is new to firefighting as well but the show does put a lot of effort into showing *and* telling us that he already knows his shit in 2.01 and is not an actual probie due to being an army badass. Buck on the other hand side is seen at times struggling with his job and the challenges it presents in Season 1, like in 1.02 or when he tells Abby about his shaking hands in 1.05.

And Buck when we meet him is only 26, has probably never had a real job before (and by real I mean one that actually means something to him and he wants to built a career on because bartending IS a real job) and is in general a little immature, while the other characters have all been at the jobs a while and know what they are doing and how to deal with it, which is why Bobby isn’t as worried about them.

Because no matter what I think about Bobby’s relationship with Buck, I *do* think he feels more responsible for him than he feels for Chimney and Hen and Eddie, because Buck *his* probie and it’s Bobby’s job to teach him and form him. Also Buck really looks up to him. The others all have prior experience they can draw from to make their decisions while Buck at least in Season 1 still needs someone to guide him because he doesn’t have that (which is by the way the source of all the conflict in Season 3 because by now Buck *does* have the experience and *can* make the choice himself but Bobby doesn’t see that).

And because of this Bobby is more inclined to point out Buck’s mistakes as he is less his equal so to speak as the other firefighters / characters who are considered proper adults and firefighters from the get go.

It’s also why Bobby gets involved in his private life way more than he does with the others because he does have somewhat fatherly feelings for him and because Buck, who is always looking for guidance, lets him.

The last and maybe most important point is Buck himself pointing out past mistakes, I’m thinking for example of him referencing to Buck 1.0 in 2.08 or apologising several times to Eddie. You see, friend, sadly our Buck does not see the amazing person he is but does in fact have horrible self esteem and abandonment issues leading to him being a little codependent and far more willing to buy into anything that someone else has to say about him and every and all critic hitting him way harder than it would anyone else and not trusting his judgement sometimes - think of Athena who does suffer consequences as well but just brushes them off because she considered herself to be in the right, while Buck, even when he thinks he is in the right as seen with the lawsuit, lets others opinions of his actions colour that (THE GROCERY STORE! THE GROCERY STORE! THE GROCERY STORE!).

(sidenote: I’m a little mad we never got to see and hear Maddie’s opinion on the lawsuit as she was the only impartial character. It could have been interesting)

Now, a few more things before I let you go:

Bobby obviously hasn’t suffered a consequence since Season 1, which is why I dislike him so much and also am waiting patiently on @chimbuckleys who is currently writing a meta on this exact thing, much like Abby who due to being played by Connie Britton is in the right even when she clearly is in the wrong because the showrunners love the actress.

Doug, since you mentioned him, I would say suffered some pretty dire consequences what with being killed and all - which is also why we might not see anyone point out how bad his actions were. (Also a wife beater is objectively bad and we don’t need the show to keep telling us this, so they give us a ‚the best revenge is to move on’-storyline with Maddie instead.)


Shannon is sort of the same problem what with her being dead. Also I do think the show points out several times how bad her actions were, specifically through Eddie *not* trusting her with Christopher until his hand is sort of forced - which can be contrasted to him letting Buck see Christopher almost immediately after they made up because Eddie does understand by 3.09 why Buck did what he did and he has forgiven him. (Also Eddie isn’t the most verbal person at the best of times and anytime feelings are involved isn’t his best of times which is why we don’t hear him point out her mistakes all the time to her or anyone else.) (Also the whole trying to be a family again thing.) (Plus we should mention his parents who *do* point out her mistakes every episode we see them in.)

And to round this up: The elephant in the room which is Hen and that fucking surgery in the ambulance which I didn’t mind to much on the first watch because I bought into the show just brushing it off but has since become a source of rage and anger for me which is why I am putting it in the same box as the therapist scene in 1.02 which is labeled: Shit the writers wrote because they needed the characters to realise something but didn’t really think about the implications. (The lawsuit keeps getting put in and taken out as well)

ANYWAYS, I hope this „short“ ramble is a satisfying answer, friend and you’ll come back! It is a very layered question and I’m sure if you ask another meta writer they will give you a very different answer

(also I am expecting some hijacking as I think this is a topic a lot of people have feelings on so please, feel free!)

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

can u do a marauders smut with dom remus and sirius and sub reader and james

For their pleasure

This is my area of ​​expertise. I could write a thesis about this request and graduate with honors. Period. Catch me making a pt. 2😈

Part two

Warning: 18+

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„Pup“, Remus got your attention „be a good little girl and get on your knees for James.“

James grinned at you, poking his tongue out when Sirius and Remus turned their backs on him.

„But Daddy“, you pouted „James just poked his tongue out! He doesn‘t deserve to cum!“

Sirius raised his brow, glancing back at James just in time to see him flip you off. You grinned when you saw James‘ terrified look and turned your attention back to Remus.

„See, he‘s being a bad boy!“

Remus gave you a strict look. „And what makes you think that you get to decide who‘s good and who‘s bad?“

Your eyes widened and you put on your best innocent puppy dog eyes. „I‘m sorry Daddy, won‘t do it again.“

James snorted and Sirius shot him another dark look. He was the definition of a spoiled brat and you the goody-two-shoes, but James had a habit of making you act up and drag you into punishments with him.

„C‘mon love, don‘t you wanna be good for them?“, James taunted and Remus suddenly stood up and grabbed James‘ face hard.

„Listen James“, Remus groweld out and you saw James panic slightly „if you don‘t shut your mouth this instant I won‘t let you cum for a week straight. Is that understood?“

James blinked and nodded vigorously. „Yes Moony, understood! I‘ll be good.“

„Go on puppy, on your knees“, Sirius said as he took a seat on his bed, beckoning Remus to join him. „Give us a good show.“

You got up, the only article of clothes you wore was a skimpy lace thong and you knelt on the floor infront of James, hands flat on your thighs. This way your doms could clearly see your side profiles.

„Pup“, Remus chimed in and you focused your eyes on his „since James thinks he can act up, you decide if he gets to cum.“ Sirius let out a laugh, leaning back to enjoy the show.

You grinned and shot James a menacing look. „Thank you Daddy!“

James was already looking at you pleadingly, knowing he had fucked up. You gave him an innocent smile, taking him out of his boxers and drooled on the tip. Swiping your thumb over the hot skin there you pumped him slowly, mouth sucking on the throbbing vein on the underside.

„Take him in your mouth and suck“ Sirius commanded.

You opened your mouth wide and slowly took him in, sucking on your way down. James whined, hands gripping the bedsheets and tried to keep his hips from fucking your mouth. You kept taking him until your nose hit his pubic bone and you let him breathe for a second before you sucked hard, hands playing with his heavy balls. James let out a cry, head thrown back and started to beg.

„Already begging Prongs?“ Sirius taunted. „Can‘t even hold on for a few minutes more? Poor baby...“

James let out a high pitched whine, trying his luck with Sirius. „Please Sirius let me cum!“

Sirius clicked his tongue and gave James a disapproving look. „S‘not me you should be begging.“

James turned to you again and you looked at him as you sucked his cock eagerly. Taking him out of your mouth you smiled at him teasingly. „What is it Jamie, cat got your tongue?“

James gritted his teeth and crossed his arms on his chest, too proud to beg you.

„I‘m not begging you!“

You shrugged, suckling at the tip softly. „If you cum without permission Daddys gonna punish you.“ You heard Remus laugh at that.

„Listen to the girl James, you don‘t wanna risk that...”

James‘ composure wavered when you started to deep throat him again, sucking and licking as messily as you could. His knuckles turned white from gripping the bedsheets to hard and when your teeth softly grazed over the tip, James gave in.

„Please“, he gasped „please let me cum!“

You shook your head, going faster and sucked harder. Taking him out you jerked him off with both hands, your mouth busy licking his balls and you felt them twitch. Oh, he‘s very close.

„I‘m sorry I was disrespectful“, James forced out, eyes blazing with anger. He wasn‘t sorry at all and if he had an opportunity to punish you, he would.

You smirked. „Apologize to my Daddy and I‘ll let you cum.“

James bit his lip for a moment to think, but one twist of your wrist was enough to encourage him.

„I‘m sorry Remus! Please, let me cum love please!“

You glanced at your doms who were watching you closely, stroking each other through their clothes. Sirius glanced at you and gave you a nod.

You smiled at James and told him to cum, before you took him all the was down your throat and swallowed hard. James cried out when he came unexpectedly and anchored himself in your hair. You sucked him through his climax, pulled off carefully to not spill the little amount of cum in your mouth and stuck your tongue out to show your doms.

Remus groaned, beckoning you towards them. You crawled, tits bouncing with every move and he leaned down to kiss you. Remus‘ tongue played with yours and you moaned when he sucked your lips clean of James‘ cum.

Pulling back he gave you a proud smile and you preened under the attention. „Good girl, always so perfect.“

Sirius pulled you on his lap, kissing you as well. „Let me make my good puppy cum, hm?“ he cooed, making you blush as you gave him a shy smile. Sirius’ smile softened and his hands dragged down your tits, grazing your nipples. A harsh pinch of his teeth on your nipple made you squeak and you gave him a confused look.

„What do we say when someone gives us cummies baby?“

You immediately corrected yourself. „Thank you sir, I‘m sorry.“

You had a devilish idea. „James didn‘t say thank you to us...“ your voice trailed off and you pouted, looking up at Remus through thick lashes.

„You traitor!“ James yelled and Remus instantly got up, marching towards James. Sirius gave you a mischievous grin. „Wanna watch Daddy put James in his place?“

You nodded, smirking as well and Sirius turned you in his lap, settling your back on his chest. Angry Remus equals crying James. And you loved it.

„You fucking brat“, Remus sneered, grabbing James hair to flip him on the bed so he‘s bending over the edge. James heard the metal clang of Remus‘ belt and tried to beg for forgiveness.

„I‘m-“

„Quiet!“ Remus yelled and grabbed his hair to bend him backwards painfully. „You will shut the fuck up and take this like a good boy or I‘ll fuck you bloody James.“

The three of you were no strangers to Remus bloodkink, especially James who adores bite marks on his skin. But fucking Remus cock without preparation? That‘s hurt and you winced at the thought. So he nodded, eyes casted down submissively.

Remus slammed his head down on the matress and started to spank James hard with his belt. Remus was relentless, not giving the boy time to breathe and after ten spanks James was biting his fist to keep himself still. James skin was battered and bruised, blood surfacing on the flesh as if someone had sucked on it. His muscles were tense and felxing with the effort of keeping in pained whimpers.

Sirius was watching intently, hands slipping down your body to play with your cunt and you moaned when he rubbed your clit, fingers pushing in to fuck you.

„So wet already? You like seening James in pain?“

You nodded and added „I like seeing Daddy angry.“

Sirius laughed quietly, curling his fingers and you moaned louder, struggling to watch. Remus grabbed James to throw him on the bed and the younger boy hissed when his sore skin made contact with the sheets. Remus took out a cockring, fastening it around James and tied him to the bedpost by his collar.

„You only get to watch. I still have to decide wether I let you cum today.“ Remus tone was final and he marched over, taking you from Sirius arms to place you between James open legs. You leaned back, spreading your legs on either side of his and grinned up at the silent boy. Surprisingly he only glared, obviously valuing his chance of cumming more than antagonizing you.

Remus focused on you, still buzzing with the anger of James‘ blatant disrespect. Sirius noticed and got up as well, kissing Remus deeply to calm the aggravated dom and wrapped his hand around Remus‘ cock.

„Mm Pads“, Remus groaned, bucking his hips.

„Make her cum, she deserved it Moony.“

Remus smiled at you, cooing when you flushed under the praises. „Aw, baby why so shy? M‘gonna make you cum so good, you don‘t even have to ask for permission.“

You gave them a happy beam, giggling when they cooed at you. „Thank you Daddy! Thank you Sir!“

James snorted angrily, but you paid him no mind. Serves him right to get punished.

Remus leaned down to kiss you and you pulled him closer, feeling James‘ cock beneath your back twitch. The poor boy was getting so much friction, but no release. Remus‘ punishments were not to take lightly.

Sirius chuckled when he noticed James‘ groans of dispair and made his way over to kneel beside the boy on the bed. Stroking his cheek softly he gave the boy a mocking pout. „Want something in your mouth to shut you up? My cock maybe?“

“Yes please! Wanna taste you, please Sirius?”

Sirius smeared his lips over the boys own and let out a soft chuckle. “Will you be a good boy after?”

James let out a broken moan when your back rocked against his cock as Remus fucked you hard. “Yes! Yes I promise m’gonna be good! God, p-please!”

His begs mixed with yours, both of you wanting to please your doms. Sirius took his clothes off and straddled James’ chest, rubbing his cock over his mouth. James waited patiently, knowing that Sirius would tell him what to do. 

You were screaming with the amount of force Remus was fucking you with, trying to hold onto James’ legs so you wouldn’t slip away. Not that Remus would let that happen, his fingers digging bruises into your flesh. He was fucking all his rage into you and the way his cock was hitting your sweet spot made you see stars. 

“Daaddyy” you wailed “right there ah please!”

Remus adjusted his position, throwing your legs over his shoulders and went deeper, now fucking your spot in quick, short thrusts. You were pressed against James now, the boys whines muffled with the cock in his mouth, only choking sounds escaping his throat.

Sirius groaned at the way James‘ mouth was wrapped around him, pink lips pulled taunt and glistening with his spit and precum.

„You like me fucking your face James?“

He tried to respond but Sirius only fucked his mouth deeper, giving him an evil smile.

„What was that baby? Speak up!“

James cried out when Sirius hands squeezed his balls tight, not once letting him come up for air.

„Pads“, Remus growled out „make space wanna cum on his pretty face fuck-“

Sirius leaned to the side as Remus pulled out and went over to stroke himself directly infront of James‘ face. The boy was delirious with pleasure, reduced to a whimpering and moaning mess. His eyes were glassy as he sucked Sirius and begged Remus with his eyes to cum in his mouth. Sirius took himself out as well, stroking his cock fast.

„In my mouth please“, James cried out „please please want your cum please!“

Remus lost his control, cumming in thick hot spurts right on James‘ tongue and Sirius joined him, moaning loudly at the sight of James‘ mouth covered in their cum.

He had learned his lesson and immediately thanked the boys who were feeding him the rest of their seed with their fingers.

„Horny cockslut, you like drinking our cum babyboy?“

James whined, nodding and sucked on Remus fingers.

„What a pretty baby, huh? Learned your lesson?“ Sirius cooed, lips pressing kisses along his sweaty brow.

„Yes yes I‘m a good boy. I‘m gonna be good, I‘m sorry!“

You were jealous of all the praiseJames was getting. Remus had completely disregarded your orgasm after promising to make you cum and now he was doing as James had begged them. What the hell?

You kept watching them and angrily pinched James sore thigh. He hissed, kicking your shin with his foot. 

“Oi” Remus said “Stop it now!”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “He didn’t deserve your cum Daddy. I did!” 

Sirius grabbed your jaw and you stared at him petulantly. “Watch your mouth.”

You kept glaring. “Why are you always letting him off so easy! Your’re wrapped around his-” you stopped to glare at James shocked expression “ugly-” and turned back to sirius “fingers!”

“Pup” Remus warned “don’t.” 

Even James was shaking his head. It is true that they kept you on a tighter leash than James, purely because someone had to be the good one. And you were sick of it. God, this is exactly what you meant by James dragging you down with him every damn time.

You kept glaring into Sirius’ eyes defiantely. “What are you gonna do Sir, cum in my mouth?”

James took a sharp breath as Sirius slapped you hard, your head whipping to the side. Grabbing your hair he took James’ leash and put it around your collar, fastening you to the bedpost. 

“You want our cum? Fine. Daddy and I are gonna fuck your cunt raw until you‘re begging for us to stop. Is that what you want?“

You swallowed hard, it‘s too late to back down now.

„Can you even get it up?“

Oh shit.

Your eyes widened comically and James slapped his hand over his mouth in shock. Remus gaped at you, a disbelieving expression on his face.

But Sirius. It took him a second to realize that you actually said that and his jaw pressed together, eyes blazing with fury.

He turned to Remus, the latter rolling his shoulders back and cracking his neck.

„She wants to be a slut I see“ Remus said under his breath.

James gave you a warning look, mouthing an ‚Fucking apologize!‘ and you wanted to, but Sirius put a ball gag into your mouth.

Sirius still wasn‘t talking and that was never a good sign. He spread your legs, telling James to hold them against your chest. Without warning he pushed in, pounding you so hard that it hurt when he hit your cervix several times. He spit on his hand and rubbed his fingers on your clit, making you tremble and cry out with the amount of pleasure. Not able to hold back you came hard, screaming with the gag inside of your mouth, your legs cramping.

Sirius didn‘t care and kept on fucking you, thrusting harder. His hand was still on your clit, pinching when you tried to wiggle away.

„Pwease“ your word came out muffled „too muh“

Sirius pulled out and you nearly sobbed with relief until Remus took his place, fucking you deep.

You screamed, hands digging into James‘ arm who had the nerve to look amused. Your doms changed every with minutes, taking turns in fucking your pussy. You were begging, crying for them to stop, but they wouldn‘t listen.

„Gonna cum fuck-“ Sirius groaned as he came, his hot cum pushing you over the edge again as you cried out in pain. Remus pushed inside seconds after him, cumming as well. Pulling out their cum dripped out of your sopping cunt onto the matress below.

„There you go“ Sirius gave you a fake smile „Now you have our cum as well. Might wanna keep it insde hm?“

With that Remus pushed the plug in and you whined in discomfort, not liking the squelching sounds. You felt filthy.

„I hope you know that your little stunt cost you the privilege of cumming for an entire week. Yes you too James, since you started all of this.“

Sirius and Remus got up and put on their clothes, leaving the both of you dumbfounded on the bed. They slammed the door shut and you sat there in momentary silence.

„You fucking bitch“ James yelled „now I won‘t get to cum because of you!“

„Me?!“ you yelled back „You fucking started it you slut!“

„But they forgave me! Then you decided to fuck it all up again by being a selfish whore!“

„Fuck you James! Now you know what it feels like to be dragged into punishments!“

James groaned, untying you.

„How will we survive this?“ he asked, looking at the cock ring.

Now you felt bad.

„Fuck I‘m sorry. I‘ll make it up to them I swear. They can‘t resist us!“

James gave you a flat look. „Moony can“

You gave him a hopeful look. „But Sirius can‘t“

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To be continued i‘m so exited for pt 2 omg

[sleepy-dreamers-inc]

Going to School with Ranboo!|| 📌

[i was going to answer this but i was a big dummy dum dum and accidentally deleted the ask bUT I REMEMBERED YOU DEAR ANON]

irl / in-game

Genre| fluff and (minor) angst

h e a d-c a n n o n s||

Sypnosis|

You and Ranboo go to school together, so have some scenarios and thoughts about it!!

Artist| grapeichie on twitter!!

warnings| bullying, stress, swearing

Note: you are a streamer in this!! You are also in the SMP!

optional platonic or romantic!!

- so going to school with Ranboo is both amazing and weird. You two have tons of stories of the dumb shit that happened there.

- Nobody will ever find Y/N and Ranboo far apart, even if you guys dont share classes one of you will randomly appear and at this point no one questions it

- Both of you meeting up at eachothers classroom/locker to walk together to your next destination

- Both of you helping eachother with schoolwork, Ranboo would totally tutor you in any subject you struggle with. Both of you go to his house but you two end up getting bored, so he does a Facecam stream with you in the background vibing. (It was so much fun)

- You guys are both the teacher’s favorites and least favorites. You both add so much life to the school but thats the exact problem.

- Y/N: haha look at that high waisted man he got feminine hips!!

Ranboo: NOOOO THATS THE THING HE’S SENSITIVE ABOUT

That Poor Teacher:

- I can totally imagine some kids in your school being invested in the SMP and both of you just nervously sweat in the background. Bonus points if ya’ll’s friends are into it so its just absolute panic

- You trying to help him not be awkward, especially when it comes to talking to new people. I can totally see like a new girl trying to talk to him and he just panics, so you have to step in and explain and help the poor boy out.

- You two are like,, inseparable. Like literally rarely does anyone see you guys apart. So this kinda urks some people who have crushes on him, or literally just your stereotypical bully.

- So one day while you we’re grabbing things for your next class, someone slammed against the locker next to yours, slamming yours shut in the process.

“Well well well, if it isnt the clingy one. Im surprised your not with that dork, you two practically don’t function without the other.” The guy snickered, leaning forward directly in Y/N’s face.

“And how is that any of your concern? And why does it matter?” Y/N said, standing straight up staring at the guy. “Because your fucking pathetic, thats why. Your useless without him and both of us know it.” He spat, pushing Y/N to the floor with a thud, they’re books crashing to the ground around them. Snickers could be heard from around them, as well as gasps and ‘oh-no’s’.

“Awww whatcha gonna do now, freak? You gonna go cry to that loser? Because i have a better idea. Your gonna shut up, and if not, he gets hurt.” The boy said, picking Y/N up by the collar of they’re shirt, and soon slamming them back into the lockers. All he did was laugh and walk away, muttering “pathetic, good for nothing freak.”

- You went home by yourself that day, usually Ranboo walks you home so you two can hangout, but you were nowhere to be seen. This went on for 2 weeks, and you practically avoided him at all costs, not wanting him to get hurt.

- But when he walked into school one day and saw Y/N being harassed by a group of people, he surely wasn’t the one hurt.

“Awww, cant move?” One said, twisting Y/N’s wrist even more, bruising they’re arm as they whimpered in pain. “Awww i think they’re gonna cry!!” Someone else chimmed in, one girl quickly said “better take a picture of this before the moments gone.” As she giggled, snapping a photo of you in the middle of being bullied.

“Delete it, and leave.” Ranboo said, looking down at the three who were currently tormenting you. You looked so sad yet happy, but you knew what was about to happen. “I thought i fucking told you not to tell him, guess your getting it.” The guy said, kicking your stomach and slamming you against the lockers.

You never in your wildest dreams expected Ranboo to punch someone, he was so sweet and charismatic, very passive and neutral. But now, your bully laid on the floor, a bloody nose, and Ranboo towering over him. “Dont. Touch. Them.” Ranboo snarled, leaning down and looking at the bully directly in the eyes.

- A fight soon broke out, leaving one guy with a black eye, bloody nose and a bruised arm and shoulder. Ranboo got suspended, but you left with him, not wanting to be at school and instead with him.

- While walking home he stopped, pulled off his white and black hoodie, put it on you, and soon enveloped you in a hug. Y/N return the favor, and all he said shakily was ‘i love you’

- God no one ever fucked with Y/N again everyone was scared spineless

- The entire SMP had a ‘bruh’ moment when you two told them. Of course Techno was very happy about Ranboo beating some kids up.

- But like back to happy stuff,,

- Kahoot? Idk if you guys play it in school but i do, and both you and Ranboo are such a power duo in Kahoot games

- Trading each others lunch because thats what duo’s like you two do, share with the homies

- Both of you being referees in sports because if other wise someone is going to accidentally get hurt

- You having to walk Ranboo to the nurses office after he got hit in the face with a basketball.

- The librarian does not like the fact you two cannot be quiet. You both are constantly cracking up and can never keep it down

- I know for a FACT one of you got your hands on the teacher’s computer, and i know one of you are playing memes during class while your Teacher is screeching

- All your teachers think both of you are cheating because you have synced brains and get every single answer the exact. same.

- Pulling some kind of huge end of the year prank

- Both of you speaking in zoomer language and not even your classmates have any idea what your saying

- I can see both of you accidentally writing/typing ‘pog’ into a essay/class assignment and your teacher being VERY confused

- Blasting fan-made songs about both of your guys characters and everyone liking them, and both of you are just giggling and smiling because they dont know

- Your friend group see you two doing something and they’re just like “ah shit, here we go again”

- Both of you going to school events only to ensue chaos and be idiots

- On the first day one of you getting lost and the other having to go fetch the other one

- Both of you crashing at the others house to study but it probably didnt go well

- You two are honestly just encased in your own little shared bubble, just vibing and being yourselves

- i feel like this is going on forever and most of it was just angst so I’ll go ahead and cut this off lol

a/n: TWO UPLOADS IN ONE DAY??? CALL ME GO-

Okay but in all seriousness i hope this was not total shit and actually pleasant to read. Idk i just feel like this bad

Anyways I promise I’ll get to working on pt. 2 of dad wilbur but i have some other requests i need to work on. But in the meantime simp for Ranboo and Wilbur okay bye

[rowanaelinn]

Thank you

rowaelin month day 24 - missing scene from canon

warning: nsfw content

“Sit,” Rowan ordered, nodding toward the small table standing in the middle of their cabin. Aelin, surprisingly, did as she was told. She sat and parted her legs enough so her lover could stand between them. He had brought with him a pitcher of cold water, putting it beside her with an old rag in bad condition, the fabric had been white a while ago but it was more yellow than anything else now.

“Are you going to yell?” Aelin asked and he only shrugged, taking her bleeding hand in his hand and bringing it to his lips so he could depose a delicate kiss on her bruised knuckles. She smiled at the small show of affection. Rowan had never been good with words, but he had been good at showing her how he felt.

“Why would I be angry?”

It was Aelin’s turn to shrug. “Aedion looked pissed that I punched the witch.”

“I would have done worse for what her coven did to you last spring.” Rowan’s tight voice resonated in the room. His magic started healing her hand, even if she didn’t need it. He just needed to take care of her. Aelin felt her own magic woke up at that, coming out to play with Rowan’s. She would never get tired of this feeling, this connection between their souls.

“You’re the one who got shot.” She retorted, still able to see his bloodied body on the grass, an arrow coming out of him. Aelin never wanted to experience such pain again in her life. She’d take every blow if it meant Rowan not getting hurt.

“But they targeted you.” Rowan looked back at her and Aelin could see the frozen rage on his face. They had been too close to losing each other that day, even if they didn’t even have each other yet at that time.

“Maybe I wanted to get shot,” she smirked. “But of course, you had to be dramatic and steal all the spotlight from me.”

Rowan barked a laugh. “Sometimes, someone else other than you needs to be the center of attention. We wouldn’t want your head to grow too big.”

Aelin rolled her eyes but couldn’t hold back the small smile on her lips. Rowan took more time than necessary to heal her, she knew it, but she didn’t call him out on that. Instead, she chose to enjoy the way his thumb stroked the palm of her hand, the way this simple touch heated her entire body.

She liked peaceful times like these between them, moments when they were together and didn’t either sleep or discuss war plans were rare, so Aelin learned how to enjoy them.

When Rowan was done playing with his magic, he took the rag and wet it before starting to clean her hand. Once again, he took his time, and Aelin was delighted by it. She kept thinking about how good life would be once they won the war and would be back in Terrasen.

“Done,” Rowan murmured before placing another kiss on the back of her hand. She smiled, indeed, her hand was clean and healed as if nothing happened. Rowan came closer to her, wanting to kiss her but Aelin had something else in mind.

Gently, she put her hands on his shoulder and pushed him so she had the space to slide off the table. Rowan looked at her, confusion clear in his eyes, as she walked to the door to lock it. Gods knew she didn’t want anyone other than Rowan to see what she was about to do.

Rowan’s frown deepened when she took her time to walk back to him, intensifying the sway of her hips and drawing attention from her lover just there. When she stood in front of him, she allowed him to kiss her. Just a peck, before she dropped to her knees, never breaking eye contact.

He threw his head back when he understood what she wanted to do, his breathing becoming ragged. Aelin was perfectly content for a moment to just want him as she went for his belt, unbuckling it in record time.

“Fuck, Aelin,” Rowan groaned as she put his pants down, followed by his underwear. He was already hard as if the sheer sight of her on her knees was enough to arouse him. “You don’t have to,” He told her and just for that, she wanted to do it ten times more.

Aelin didn’t answer. No, instead she took him in hand and licked his tip. He let out more curses than Aelin ever heard him speak.

Aelin had never done this, never felt confident enough to do it to Chaol last year, and ever since she had Rowan shared their body on that beach, Rowan had never let her do anything, always taking the lead and being the one on his knees. So, for the last few days, Aelin had planned how to surprise him so she could finally give him this pleasure. Of course, she hadn’t planned on beating the witch just so she could suck her lover off, but it sure as hell was an amazing opportunity. Especially when she had felt the slight change in his scent when she had delivered the blow. She loved his wicked mind.

Slowly, she licked him from base to tip, taking the head on her mouth and using her tongue to play with it. If the noises coming out of Rowan were any indication, she’d say she wasn’t too bad at it.

She used her hand to pump the base of his erection as she took more and more in her mouth. Aelin felt the ghost of a thrust in her mouth and when she looked up, Rowan’s pained eyes were on her.

The overbearing buzzard probably just wanted to keep it slow for her, once again putting her before his own pleasure, but Aelin was having none of that today. This was for him, she wanted him to enjoy himself and think about himself for once.

She slid her hand from his shaft to his balls, cupping them. At this, Rowan’s hand gripped her shoulder. She kept looking at him as she took almost all of him, this tip hitting the back of his throat almost making her choke. “Fuck, you’re so good,” Rowan said and it had her clenching her thighs. Seeing him receiving pleasure, hearing him speak to her, shouldn’t turn her on that much.

Tears were rolling down her face when she pulled her head back, taking him in hand while she tried to get her breathing back to normal. Rowan’s hand clenched on her shoulder when she fisted him harder and while it did nothing to her, she still moaned with him.

“Fuck my mouth,” she looked up at him and he cursed. She was probably a sight to behold right now saliva on her chin and rosy swollen lips, tears coming out of her eyes. Rowan shook his head, but Aelin had none of it. “Come on, Rowan. I’m not some pretty flower that will break.” She told him as she tightened her hold on him, his free hand shot to her other shoulder, trying to keep himself on his feet.

“One condition,” he told her and Aelin urged him to speak by stroking him faster. “Touch yourself.”

It was her turn to shake her head. No, it was all about Rowan. All about pleasing him. All about thanking him for everything he did for her.

“Aelin, I can smell how much you want it, your scent is driving me-” he groaned as Aelin twisted her hand, her other one finding his balls. “-crazy. Do it,” he said and when he saw he hadn’t convinced her, he used his last card. “For me. Do it for me,” he grilled through his teeth, and suddenly, Aelin was undoing her own belt before shoving her hand down her pants.

She didn’t even know males were turned on by this, but Rowan definitely was. Oh, gods, she’d have so much fun with that later. She couldn’t help but smirk at every scenario in which she could tease him that comes to her mind.

As her hand slipped under her panties, finding her soaked heat, Rowan took off her hand from his balls and started stroking himself, eyes fixed on her hand moving under the garments. She moaned, letting her head fall back on his thigh, as her fingers found her clit and started circling it.

Not wasting time, Aelin put her mouth back on Rowan, taking in his tip and some of his length, before stopping her movements on him, looking up at Rowan, waiting for him to do anything.

She moaned around him when she slid a finger in her, and it urged him to thrust. Faster than she could comprehend, Rowan’s hands were in her hair, holding her head still, as he thrust his hips erratically in her.

Aelin had nothing do to but keeping her mouth open as she kept fucking herself with her fingers. She hadn’t touched herself since Rowan first touched her on that beach and she could not help but realize how small her fingers were compared to his.

She gagged every time he hit the back of her throat but she didn’t ask him to stop. On the contrary, she kept moaning around him, her silent way to beg him to keep going. “Such a good mouth,” Rowan groaned and Aelin clenched around her fingers at that. She loved it when he was talkative in bed.

She was already so close, too worked up from seeing Rowan take pleasure and having his way with her. He pulled hard at her head, making her release a loud moan, Rowan followed, taking pleasure in the vibrations around his cock. “Fuck, Fireheart, I’m gonna-” He groaned loudly as she took the initiative to make him as deep as she could.

He had warned her to let her retract if she wanted, but Aelin Ashryver Galathynius had never been one to back down from a challenge. She wanted all of Rowan, wanted his taste deep in her throat.

They worked together, each second bringing them closer to the edge, and when Aelin reached that peak, Rowan followed, spilling himself in her throat.

Her orgasm made it harder to swallow, too focused on what she was feeling. So she wasn’t surprised to see Rowan kneeling in front of her, using the rag from earlier to clean her lips and chin. When he was done, Aelin smiled at him and he returned it.

“You’re amazing, Fireheart,” Rowan said as he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss started sweet and loving, but it soon turned needy. It was crazy to Aelin how they could need each other so soon after getting off, but she prayed to all the gods it would never stop.

When his hands went to take off her shirt, someone knocked on their door. Loudly.

Rowan cursed, letting his head drop on her shoulder as she chuckled, using her small hands to stroke his back.

Apparently, they’d have to wait before he could find out how wet, exactly, it made her to touch him.

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[wolferine]

Unforgivable

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: When the reader loses their temper, it causes them to commit an act they can never take back...

Warnings: Violence, blood, language, death

Word count: 1302

Tags: @yeetus-thyself

AN: New story for hitting 100 followers! You all have been so amazing and supportive, I can’t have asked for better. :)

You can’t stop looking at your hands. Blood dries in every crack and crease on your palms and crusts under your nails where you know it will take forever to scour them clean. Although your adrenaline is wearing off, your fingers continue to tremble like a nerve had been severed. Each of your knuckles is purple with bruises, and you’re missing two nails on your right hand where someone stomped them off.

Your right leg bounces up and down anxiously, causing ripples of pain up your thigh where you had to dig a bullet out. But the pain is a welcome distraction from the awful thoughts running through your head. 

Natasha sits across from you, looking just as lost as you feel. She’s dirty and bloody too, and her eyes are unfocused as she stares at the floor. Normally, you two would be all over each other after a mission like that, glad that the other was okay, but you’re both still reeling in shock. Out of all the years you’ve served as an Avenger, you’ve never witnessed something so horrific before.

The Quinjet lands on the top of the Avengers’ Tower and you offer Natasha your hand to help her out. She wraps an arm around your waist and tucks her head against your shoulder, but there is no comfort in her closeness as you angrily limp out. You are fully prepared to murder the man who sent you on this disastrous mission.

As you walk past the medical bay, Natasha tries to stop you.

“Y/N, you need to get checked out,” she begs, tugging on the collar of your uniform. 

“I’m fine.” You pull away from her.

“No, you’re not—”

“Let me talk to Stark first, okay?” you say. “Then I’ll come back.”

She sees the hurt and rage in your eyes. She knows why you’ve taken the failure of the mission especially hard, and she’s been with you long enough to know that comfort is not what you need right now. But she still hugs you anyway, pressing her head against your chest.

“It’s going to be okay, Y/N,” she whispers.

You stand there with your arms by your sides like a statue. “I don’t know, Nat. I don’t feel okay.”

She pulls back to look up at you. “So, let’s talk about it—”

“After I talk to Stark,” you say again, and she knows there’s no hope in changing your mind.

“I’m going with you,” she announces, reaching for your hand.

“Whatever you want.”

You practically drag her down the hall to the area restricted to Avengers’ access only. Outside, a blonde-haired SHIELD agent walks by and sees your bloodied and torn uniforms.

“Hey, are you two okay—” she asks.

“Stand down,” you order, and take Natasha past the agent. You input your code—Natasha’s birthday—to open the door. Tony is in the kitchen, casually sipping from a mug of coffee when you two enter.

“It’s about time you two came back,” he greets, completely ignoring the state of your uniforms. “Where’s the kid? Did you leave him behind or something?”

Anger swells in your stomach and blocks your throat. You rip your hand out of Natasha’s and charge towards Tony. He always teased you for being nowhere near as intimidating as your girlfriend, but now he’s not making those jokes. Even with a limp, you look ready to tear his head off and he has every reason to believe you might.

“What the hell did you just say to me?” you snarl, stopping in front of him and pointing at his face.

“You had one job, Y/N.” Tony put the coffee down and holds your gaze. “Break into the base and get the kid out, but evidently, I asked for too much because you couldn’t do that—”

“The kid’s dead!” you scream, certain you’ve burst a blood vessel in your eye. “He’s dead because you screwed up the fucking intel!”

Tony says nothing.

“You said the kid was a low-risk, so he wouldn’t have that many guards,” you continue. “So tell me why we were ambushed by a fifty-man army. We barely got out of there ourselves!”

“Y/N!” Natasha yells. She has never seen you so angry before and even though she’s on your side, she doesn’t want you to do or say something you might regret. “You need to calm down.” 

But you can’t. You feel like your blood is boiling beneath your skin. You have the death of a completely innocent child on your hands and you feel like there is no way you will ever be able to redeem yourself.

“Okay, okay, maybe I downplayed it a little,” Tony admits. “But you two are fine.”

“Fine? Fine?” you screech. “Do I look fine to you, Stark?” You whip out your gun and Tony taps on his arc reactor, the nanites of his suit spreading across his chest, arms, and legs, shielding his face behind the Iron Man mask within seconds. “We needed you, Stark.” Your voice breaks and your gun trembles as you point it at Tony’s head. “We needed you, and you weren’t there.”

“I can’t be everywhere at once,” he argues. “I thought you two could be trusted with a simple task—”

“Y/N, put the gun down.” Natasha grabs onto your arm and forces it down by your side.

“Get off of me.” You use both hands to shove Natasha back so hard she stumbles and falls.

You’ve never been physically aggressive with her before and she doesn’t even know how to react. Whether or not your anger is directed towards Tony doesn’t excuse your action, but you’re still seeing red and don’t even notice what you’ve done. 

Natasha’s been punched, stabbed, and shot before, but none of those pains compare to what she feels now. When you asked her to be your girlfriend, you promised that you would always protect her and never hurt her. Your betrayal is like a dagger through her heart.

“Try me one more time, Stark. I dare you.” You aim your gun between the glowing eyes of his mask.

He doesn’t miss a beat. “You’re absolutely pathetic, Y/N, and Romanoff deserves a hundred times better than you. In fact, you shouldn’t even be an Avenger—”

BANG.

You’re so blinded by rage you don’t even realize your finger wrap around the trigger. The bullet bounces harmlessly off Tony’s mask.

“You’re a coward. You’re a fucking coward, Stark!” you scream.

BANG. BANG.

Tony raises a hand to deflect bullets off his palm.

BANG.

“Y/N—” Natasha tries to get up but suddenly gasps. Somehow, you hear her over the gunshots and turn to look at her.

One of your bullets ricocheted off Tony’s palm and buried itself into Natasha’s back. She grabs her lower back, mouth dropping in a silent scream, her body arching as she falls back to the floor.

The gun falls from your hand and you race to her side, your mind cleared of anger like a veil lifting from your eyes. You roll Natasha over to press your hand against her back, feeling her blood on your fingers, and prop your knee under her head. “Nat, oh my God—I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry—”

Even Tony is speechless.

“Y/N…” Natasha gasps, tears in her eyes.

“I’m right here, baby. Oh, God, I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean—” you bumble helplessly.

Natasha reaches for your free hand and holds onto it tightly.

Tony tries coming over, but you stop him.

“Stay back!” you yell, tears running down your face. “Stay the fuck back!”

“Y/N…Please…Let me help,” Tony begs.

You look down at Natasha, barely able to see her face through your own tears. “I’m so sorry, Nat, I’m so sorry…”

“Y/N…” Natasha whispers. “I…I can’t feel my legs…”

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AN: Hnnn…I wanted to try writing something angstier, but now this kind of sucks.

[mrsalwayswrite]

Rage Like Ice (Sihtric x Reader)

This is my first time writing Sihtric, so let me know what y’all think!

Warnings: assault, attempted strangulation, aftermath of assault (I promise the assault itself is only brief)

Words:2,100

Tag List: @happyveday​ @evelynshelby​

  Thyra dabbed away the blood dripping from your split lip. You could see her wanting to say something but soon as she opened her mouth, something would flicker in her eyes and she would snap her mouth shut. 

 "Thyra… I am glad it was me. We don't need Beocca committing murder." You tried to both tease and soothe, even as you winced after you attempted to smile. 

 She smiled faintly but you could tell it was hollow. Her lips moved but her eyes remained sorrowful. "The gods were watching over us." She murmured in her gentle voice. 

 You nodded. Being the only two Dane women in Wintanceaster and both having been saved from different places by Uhtred and his men, you two had bonded. She had become the sister you never had. 

 "Sihtric may kill him though." Her fathomless eyes dropped down to the bruises forming around your throat then back up to meet your own. 

 "Shite. I need to cover it up."

 She stared, eyes trailing over your face and neck. Most likely realizing the improbability of hiding the evidence of the fight. "Let me see what I can do." She dropped the bloodied cloth onto the table next to you, then spun on her heel and walked towards the bedroom without another word. 

 Soon as she was out of sight, you dropped your head into your hands and exhaled like it would dismiss all the tension and frustration rolling around in your gut. Your throat was beginning to ache and talking made it worse, even as you tried to mask the pain. You did not need Thyra heaping anymore guilt onto herself. Especially when it was not her fault. 

 The afternoon had not gone according to plan. King Alfred had summoned Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric to talk about Dane raids. Of course, Beocca tagged along, most likely in an attempt to keep Uhtred in line. Osferth had said something about visiting the church to pray. So while the men were gone, Thyra and you planned on taking a leisurely stroll through the market, getting supplies for a special dinner and working on it together before the men returned. You knew the simple act of making a meal with female company was something she missed from her childhood with her mother, so you tried to do it every time you could. 

 Of course, fate had other plans. 

 On your walk, a Saxon man yelled 'Dane whores' at you two from his seat at a pub. When you two ignored him, arms locked together and you rolled your eyes… apparently that was the wrong action to take. He stumbled out of his seat, not quite drunk but certainly not sober, and followed like a stray cat, hissing and trying to be threatening. 

 What you did not expect was for him to sneak up from behind and shove you forcefully to the ground. It may have been the dismissive look you had given him or how you told him to 'just leave us alone, bastard', but he focused all his anger out on you. He shoved Thyra to the ground also, kicking away her basket, spilling all its content onto the ground. After hitting the ground, you rolled over, Sihtric's training forcing your body to move, to be ready. Before you could move further, the Saxon knelt over you, pinning you beneath him.

 Time blurred before your eyes, unable to vividly recall what happened next.  

 You remembered his hands around your throat, the weight of his body on your hips. You remembered Thyra screaming and trying to beat him off but he shoved her away again. You remembered trying to get him off, lungs shrieking, desperate for air. You remembered your mind demanding, pleading for escape. After all you had survived, after all you had endured… this could not be your end. You remembered in a last-ditch effort, grabbing the dagger you had strapped to your waist and in a Herculean attempt, stabbing him in the thigh with it. 

 Then, you escaped. 

 A crowd formed at the sight of the fight. Two men grabbed your attacker, restraining him as he snarled at you, blood dripping down his thigh. Thyra and you did not wait to see what happened next. She snagged your hand and you two raced back to her home. 

 Now, you could feel your hands shaking. You leaned back in the chair to look at them, laying in your lap. There were some droplets of blood on your skin. Either from you or him, you were not sure. 

 Your dagger was next to you on the table, cleaned off thanks to Thyra. A gift from Sihtric. When he gave it to you, he explained he hoped you never had to use it but wanted you to always have some kind of weapon on your person. Wessex was not Daneland but it still was not entirely safe. 

 This was the first time you had used it. 

 A commotion outside drew your gaze to the door just as it opened and those that you called family spilled in. Beocca led the way into his small home, grumbling and throwing glares at Uhtred and Finan, who were laughing. Osferth came next with a blush on his cheeks. Whatever they were teasing Beocca about, you doubted it was appropriate. Lastly, Sihtric walked in shaking his head. 

 Your heart thudded a rapid tattoo in your chest as your eyes met his. Those eyes that saw so much, that were clever and loyal and oh so trustworthy. A small smile lifted the corner of his mouth and with that, the air left your lungs faster than when you had been knocked to the ground. Even after all this time, he still left you breathless and giddy like a young girl with her first crush. 

 Most of all though, he made you feel safe and cherished. 

 Thyra stepped back into the main room, eyes wary and jumping from the men to you and back. She gripped a scarf in her hand but it was too late. 

 When Beocca started talking, you ripped your eyes from Sihtric, dropping your head to stare at your still trembling hands in your lap. 

 "Thyra, dear. Are you alright? We heard there was a fight in the market today."

 Before she could answer Beocca, Finan spoke, throwing himself onto a chair with a cheeky smirk. "Oh aye, we 'eard some fool started a fight with some whores and got stabbed. I'd love to find out who the whores were, perhaps see what other moves they have?" He wiggled his eyebrows making Uhtred chuckle. 

 You could not help sneaking a glance at Thyra, whose own concerned gaze met yours. Was that the story being told by those who witnessed it? 

 Then what you dreaded happened next.

 The sound of footfalls came towards you. You clasped your hands in my lap, hoping to stop the trembling, wishing there was a way to magic the bruises away. It was too late though. He knew. Somehow, he always knew when you were in trouble, or hurting or just needed him. 

 Sihtric stopped, standing right in front of you. You could see his legs and boots but you refused to look up. 

 "Look at me." He said softly, yet the command rang loudly in his words. You shook your head, tears gathering in your eyes. 

 With a tender touch that seemed counterintuitive to his warrior skills, he cupped your chin, lifting it gently. That intense gaze swept over your face, drawing answers without even asking you a question. His thumb touched your split lip, as if confirming what he was seeing was not an illusion. When those dark eyes moved lower, your breath caught in your throat. You witnessed the moment he saw the bruises on your throat. His eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, his body suddenly tense and wound up like a coil, but his touch remained soft on you.

 All the sounds of those around you vanished as he met your eyes once again. It was just him and you in this moment. 

 "Who did this to you?" 

 You flinched at the ice in his voice. Oh, this was far worse than anger. You knew of the anger that could burn through him, especially in battle. This though… the way frost practically coated his breath, the stillness that covered his body, the dead silence after his question. This was not the fire of anger so easily witnessed in others. No, this went beyond that. This was the icy depths of rage and fury. This was not something that would burn out after a quick fight. No, this lingered until the rage thawed away… only satisfied when the blood debt was paid. 

 He whispered your name, sweeping away a stray tear that escaped from your eye. "Who did this?"

 "Some drunk. It doesn't matter. We got away." You croaked out, your throat suddenly feeling swollen as if words and emotions were stuck there.

 He turned to the side, keeping his hand under your chin, baring your neck for all to see, and looked at Uhtred. "Lord… permission to hunt down this bastard and finish what he started."

 "Sihtric, no…" You whined but he ignored you. 

 Uhtred's eyes narrowed, flickering across your face and neck. "Shouldn't be that hard to hunt the bastard down. He'll be limping from a dagger to the leg."

 "Uhtred, Sihtric, no." Beocca moved to stand in front of the door. "We shall bring this matter before the king. Let him decide justice. You cannot commit murder."

 "It's not murder if I'm stopping him from attempting to kill her again!" Sihtric stated coldly, eyes narrowed, body almost vibrating in rage. "That's protection."

 "Sihtric, please, no." You clawed at him, trying to keep him with you. "Stay with me."

 Finan stood up, hands raised in an unnecessary show of surrender. "We'll find the bastard, Sihtric. We'll deal with him but not when ya eyes are seein' red, aye? Father Beocca and I can go to the king right now. Uhtred and Osferth can find that piece of shite. We won't let this happen again."

 "Please." You tried once again. At this point your voice was no more than a whisper, the dull ache transforming so it felt like someone was rubbing sandpaper against your throat. The adrenaline from earlier had drained and now exhaustion replaced it. All you wanted was for Sihtric to hold you, to stay and not race away on a man hunt for that damn drunk. "Please…. just stay with me."

 The Dane stared at you for several long moments, those dark eyes trailing a heat over your exposed skin. Finally, his hard gaze shifted to look at the men across the room. He gave a single nod, draining the tension in the room. Immediately everyone started moving, either to fulfill their duties or to escape from Sihtric's cold fury. 

 "Thyra, come with me." Beocca said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and escorting her outside. Finan and Osferth slipped out quickly with them. 

 Uhtred moved closer, eyes scanning over you. "Did he harm you anywhere else?"

 "No, lord."

 "We'll take care of this. One way or another." He said, but the last part he directed to Sihtric. You could see the understanding in Uhtred's eyes. If someone put their hands on Gisela like that, he would be out for blood…. and no one would be able to stop him. 

 "Thank you, lord." 

 After Sihtric's comment, Uhtred nodded once more to the pair of you then stormed out of the small home, presumably on his way to hunt down the man that hurt you. 

 Once alone, Sihtric whipped around, his hands cupped your face. The desperate fury and fear no longer hidden away on his face. "No one touches you. No one." He hissed out, a hand lightly trailing down your neck. 

 Many times before he had teasingly told you that the only thing to ever adorn your neck should be his lips. You had even stopped wearing any form of necklace because he would complain that it got in his way. Now seeing the bruises marring his favorite place to lavish his affection on you, you knew this only fueled his blood lust. 

 "I know. You taught me to protect myself and I did." You tried to soothe, your hands gripping the front of his tunic.  

 "I should have been there."

 "No, you were doing your duty. You were with Lord Uhtred." You paused. "This is not your fault."

 His voice dropped to a strained whisper. "I can't lose you."

 "You won't. The gods brought us together, they would not tear us apart like this."

 He pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. With your head against his chest, you could feel the last of his icy rage thawed away as you sank into his embrace. 

 "I swear you're never leaving my side."

 You smiled, burrowing your head further against his chest. "I could think of worse places to be."

[whumpy-daydreams]

Early morning torture

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CW: captivity, beat up

Rowena up to a foghorn and bright lights. She’d barely slept, her back screamed in protest every time she shifted, and she couldn’t stop thinking that she’d never escape. 

“Wakey wakey sleepy head! Get up.” Well now she felt like crying even more. Rudy slammed his foghorn on the table and sat down, looking at his nails. “I said, get the fuck up.”

“Actually you only said ‘get up’, but fine.” Slowly she started to move, wincing as she pushed herself upright and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

“What did you say to me?” Rowena looked at him as he got up. “Stand up. I told you to get up, not just sit there like a lazy piece of shit.” She did as he said, not wanting to aggravate him more. Rudy towered over her, uncomfortably close as she tried to stop her heart racing in anticipation of whatever fresh hell he had planned.

“Y’know, I am not in a good mood today.” He gripped her jaw tight enough to leave bruises, yanking it to force her to look at him. “Isabella doesn’t want you roughed up too much, especially after our little session the other day, but frankly I’m past caring so I’ll give you a choice: either you let me do whatever I want to you without fighting back, or I’ll give each of your little friends a visit. After all, they don’t know what it’s like for you. They have it easy. Don’t you want them to know what I do to you?”

“No.” The speed of her answer surprised her. “They know everytime I walk into the room, and they don’t deserve the pain.”

“And you do?” Rudy laughed. “Wow, you really believe it don’t you? You think this will ever make you feel better about what you’ve done? That it will make your sins any more bearable? It won’t.” He let her go and stepped back, looking her up and down. “I don’t need to break you. Not really. Because you’re already broken inside. All that fighting back… it’s just instinct.”

Rowena looked away, not quite ready to admit that he was right. Except he was. And now she was losing the instinct to fight back as well.

“Can we just skip to the part where you beat me up?”

“If that’s what you want,” he said with a smile, pulling out knuckle dusters. “On your knees.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“You said you wouldn’t fight back. Unless you want me to use them on someone else, I suggest you kneel down.” Rowena glared at him, reluctantly getting on her knees, bracing herself for the pain. “Good girl.” 

She opened her mouth to talk back but before she could the metal knuckles collided with her cheekbone, throwing her to the floor. Gods it hurt. When she touched it her fingers came away bloody, but the pain went deeper, spreading through the bone to her eye socket.

Rudy walked around her, looking happy with himself. A kick to the stomach was next, and that really got him going. A flurry of abuse came, no need for proper weapons when you had heavy boots and hands of brass, and all Rowena could do was lie there and protect her body as best as possible.

Soon it was over. She didn’t even realise. Her head was fuzzy, probably a concussion, cause: boot to the head. But it was over. Rudy squatted down next to her.

“Y’know, it’s not as fun when you don’t fight back. You’re lucky I didn’t take your abilities away.” He got back up. “I trust you can take care of your injuries yourself.”

[shinsorokiri]

Can we have a headcannons of shinso,hawks, aizawa, and dabi finds out their female s/o (s/o has a really powerful quirk) was badly injured by an unknown villain and s/o were not going to able use her quirk anymore. By the time their s/o wake up, s/o Actually lost all of her Memories, please?

Shinsou, Hawks, Aizawa, and Dabi HCs

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of stab wounds, sad bois

A/N: This was a trip to write! This was the first time I ever wrote for anyone other than Shinsou, so I hope I did okay! I changed it a little so the reader lost all/most of her memories in regards to her s/o because I didn’t want to go so far back as to take away absolutely everything including her memories on how to walk, talk, etc. because could you imagine how genuinely traumatic that would be? I would have no idea how to properly write about that. Also, the villain is similar to Ty Lee from Avatar: The Last Airbender. They’re able to block someone’s chi flow, and in doing so are able to take away a quirk and people’s memories. I hope this is to your liking, and thank you so much for requesting!!

shinsou hitoshi | mindjack

After graduating UA the two of you immediately became underground heroes

And of course who better to train under than Aizawa

But in all seriousness

You two were a force to be reckoned with

The mix of your insanely powerful quirk and his with his top notch physical combat skills really came in handy for catching and apprehending criminals

The only problem was that you two constantly tried to save each other

If anything went wrong

One of you guaranteed would sacrifice yourselves to save each other

And so far it hadn’t been anything too bad

A few broken bones

A couple of scars

Lots of reprimanding on both ends

But today was different

You and Shinsou were fighting a new villain

And his hand to hand combat rivaled Shinsou’s

And while they were fighting

You saw him about to strike Shinsou on the back of his neck

You being you

Jumped in the way

Instead getting whatever punch that villain was about to throw

You thought that was it

Until you felt the villain hit you a few more times

And you fell down on the ground

But hey that’s nothing

You can still defend yourself with your quirk

Obviously

But wait

Why isn’t your quirk working?

What is going on?

You keep trying to activate your quirk but literally nothing is happening

Which is not good

Especially considering the villain has his attention focused all on you now

“Hitoshi! He-”

You can’t even finish your sentence before the villain is hurting you

And they’re hurting you bad

Hitoshi catches him in his binding cloth as fast as he can

But not before the villain knocks you unconscious

The craziest thing Hitoshi noticed was that the villain knocked you unconscious with just one hit to the back of the neck

The one he tried to use on him earlier

Weird

Hitoshi keeps him trapped in his binding cloth

And is high-key glaring at this dude

“What did you do to her?!”

The villain just laughs

No response

And Hitoshi can’t help it

His anger overtook him

And next thing he knew

The bad guy was also unconscious on the ground

Oops

He runs over to you

Saying your name to see if your responsive

Which you aren’t

Which scares him

He notifies the hero agencies in the area about the villain

And waits until some of them show up before hurrying you to the hospital

Luckily you have a pulse

You’re just very beat up right now

And for some reason you weren’t using your quirk earlier

Hitoshi noticed that

He also noticed the fear in your voice when you screamed his name

That was uncharacteristic of you

Regardless he gets you to the hospital

And they take you back right away

The best healing quirks in the place get to work on you as soon as possible

All the while Hitoshi just waits

He’s absolutely terrified

He can’t lose you

You’ve been the best thing in his life since high school

There’s absolutely no way he can lose you and make it out okay

He’s notified that you’re in stable condition

But probably won’t wake up for a few days

And that when they did a scan of your brain to see if you had a concussion or brain damage

Something seemed wrong with it

Parts of your brain that should be working just weren’t

And of course that freaked him out

But he pretended like he understood everything

In front of the doctor at least

When he was in the room with you alone though?

Boy was sobbing

He was a mess

All he wanted was to turn back time and make sure none of this ever happened

He blames himself

Of course he does

He was there

And he still couldn’t save you

He stays by your side for the next multiple days

He will be there when you wake up

And every day you’re getting better

And eventually

You wake up

now he’s ecstatic when you wake up

Even though you look very confused

You’re awake

That’s the best thing ever

“Oh my god (Y/n) you had me so worried I thought you were never going to wake up again and I was just so freaked out and-”

“Shinsou? Why do you look, like… older…?”

Wait

What

Two things

You haven’t called him Shinsou in years

The last time you did was probably a few weeks into you two dating

Then you made the transfer to Hitoshi

Because you were his girlfriend

Granted you started dating your third year at UA

But you were friends for a year before that

And older?

What was that supposed to mean?

“Uh… what do you mean…?”

“You don’t look seventeen anymore… you look like… a little older? What’s going on?”

Seventeen

Did you think that he was seventeen?

What

He must have look confused

Because you started blushing

He always found it cute when he made you blush like that

Not making sense in front of him was something that you hated because he would turn it around and make fun of your for it later

But he didn’t like it right now

“(Y/n)… have we graduated UA yet…?”

“What? No… we’re in our second year… right…?”

Ouch

Big fucking ouch

You think you’re still in high school

And to make matters worse

It’s the year before you two started dating

You don’t remember anything you two have done together

At all

“Shinsou… are you crying?”

Shit

He didn’t even realize there were tears coming out of his eyes

“Uh… yeah. Um. We’re not in high school anymore. We graduated.”

He presses the call nurse button

And then a nurse and a doctor come in the room

You look at him with a confused expression as he just stares at the ground

The best parts of his life are gone from your memory

That’s what the doctor meant by parts of your brain weren’t working

And he was devastated

And maybe this had something to do with you not using your quirk during the fight

The only thing he could think about was going to the prison that villain was in

And he didn’t care what he had to do

He would get answers from him

He would find a way to fix this

He had to

aizawa shouta | eraser head

Workplace romances are such a cliché

But that didn’t stop you and Shouta

I mean how could it when he looked like that

Y’all had lowkey crushes on each other ever since you first met each other two years ago

But it escalated into something much more intense

Not that either of you were complaining

And yes

The kids did ship you two

And yes

The kids were scared of both of you

But they loved how strong and how protected they felt with both of you around

And they loved how strong and protected the two of you were over each other every time ether of you saw any danger

You were there to save him

And he was always there to save you from whatever was about to happen to you

He only didn’t make it in time the one moment it mattered the most

The League of Villains infiltrated the school again

And this time at night

When all the teachers were supposed to be sleeping

But fortunately for your students

You and Aizawa had been on edge and taking shift staying up all night to make sure they were safe

And you were awake the moment the League popped in

You immediately got to work

Easily taking down many of the villains

And in the commotion

Aizawa woke up

Along with many of the other pro-hero teachers

So everything should have been fine

That is until a new villain appeared

No one has seen this person before now

And they took no time in fighting you

You were the one who stopped all the others after all

And they were very agile

Very good at hand to hand combat

Aizawa saw what was happening and tried to rush over to assist you

But before he could get there the villain grabbed you

And hit you in multiple points of your body

Aizawa saw panic flash through your eyes as you fell to the ground

You held our your hand to use your quirk

But nothing happened

You tried again

But there was nothing

And that’s when the villain started mercilessly beating you!

Love it

And Aizawa couldn’t even help

Because another villain started going after Aizawa

Which meant he couldn’t get to you

All he could do was hear you getting hurt

And see it out of the corner of his eye while fighting off the villain

It didn’t take him long to capture the villain

But it took long enough

When he ran over to you

You were on the verge of being unconscious

And the villain hit you in the back of your neck

And a weird light thing emitted from their fingertips

And you were knocked out

The villain was about to attack Aizawa

But before they could they were pulled back into one of Kurogiri’s portals

And then they were gone

Aizawa picked you up

Wincing at how bloody, bruised, and broken you looked

Genuinely very panicked

He rushed to the infirmary

And Recovery Girl was woken up in the commotion

Waiting to heal a broken bone or two

She was not expecting to see what Aizawa brought to her

She went to work as soon as you got there, though

Healing most of your injuries

But she could just

Sense that something was wrong

Something was very unnatural about you right now

She let Aizawa know something was wrong

And he started panicking right away

What did she mean something is wrong?

What could that possibly even mean?

He found out that one of the things that meant

Was that you weren’t going to wake up for a few days

Recovery Girl would help heal you every day

Constantly trying to help you wake up

But that weird off feeling never left her

And then you woke up

And after talking with you for five minutes

She knew exactly what was wrong

And then she asked you to use your quirk

And she realized just how genuinely bad this situation you were in was

She went to Aizawa’s class

Calling him out to the hall

He was in the middle of lecturing 1-A

But he left without hesitation

“Did she wake up?”

“Yes… but-”

“But? There’s a but?”

Now Aizawa usually never interrupts Recovery Girl

But this was about you

And she knew that

So she didn’t sass him for once

“She doesn’t remember the past few years of her life.”

“…What?”

“She… she doesn’t know who you are, Aizawa.”

He’s quiet

You didn’t know who he was?

“And she still can’t use her quirk… I don’t know what that villain did to her, but she’s showing no signs in regaining anything. Besides, she didn’t even have a concussion or anything and I’ve never seen a quirk like hers just… get taken away like this.”

Aizawa still says nothing

He’s hearing everything

But he doesn’t really feel like doing anything right now

He just wants to zip himself up in his sleeping bag

I mean

He truthfully just wants to hold you

But now that you don’t know who he is?

That probably wouldn’t go well

And he is not taking it well

He goes back in his room

But he doesn’t resume the lecture

He just says that they’re going to study quietly for the rest of the day

He doesn’t care right now

Besides they do have exams coming up and knowing over half of these kids they could use some goddamn study time

But they can tell something is just wrong

Especially when he just curls up in his sleeping bag

He makes sure to face away from them so they don’t see his tears

Of course after around fifteen minutes of this

Present Mic comes in

He heard about what happened

So he told Aizawa he was there to take over his class

Aizawa left without a word

And beyond his better judgement

He went to the infirmary

He stood outside for a few minutes before Recovery Girl came to the door

“If you want to see her you can, I’m sure she’d love to know who she’s been intimate with for the past year and a half of her life.”

He nods

Making sure he doesn’t look too much like shit

Then walking in

Sure enough you’re awake

But when you look at him he doesn’t see the usual sparkle you get in your eye

And instead of the smile that screams ‘that’s my boyfriend!’

It’s just a polite smile

“Hi… I’m sorry, but do I know you?”

“Yes.”

His voice comes out quieter than he intended

It’s hard to hear that come from you

And he isn’t necessarily happy that it’s coming from you

“Oh… well, um… this is awkward but-”

“I know you don’t remember. And that’s okay. I just… wanted to see you.”

He doesn’t really want to come out and say ‘hey! you’re my girlfriend! we’re in love! i love you!’

But he knows he’ll have to

He could stay quiet

But that wouldn’t be fair to you

And he hates keeping things from you

“Oh? Would you mind telling me who you are?”

He takes a deep breath

Clearing his throat to fight back the tears threatening to start again

He won’t cry in front of you, though

He won’t let himself

He doesn’t want to make it worse for you

“I’m Aizawa Shouta, and we’ve been a couple for the past year and a half. I don’t know if I should have told you that, but honesty is just really important to me and well… I never lied to you or kept anything from you before and I’m not about to start doing that now.”

You stare at him without saying anything for what feels like forever

Until you finally speak again

“Could you… tell me about our relationship…? I have to admit, you’re a very attractive man, so… I’m willing to try if you are.”

Damn

Now he’s crying

And as much as he wants all of your memories to come back

He doesn’t care if they do

He doesn’t even care if you want to actually take him back

All he knows is that you’re never getting hurt again

No matter if it kills him

He’ll keep you safe now

No matter what

keigo takami | hawks

Keigo always worried about you

He couldn’t help it

It’s just the way he is

But no matter how much he worries he always knows that you’re strong and you can defend yourself

I mean, you were one of the best pro-heroes in the field

And yes

He did constantly brag about how you were amazing

He just preferred when you were amazing with him

That way he can assist in making sure you are okay

And in his worrying he may sometimes fly around where you’re patrolling just to check in

He also just misses seeing your face sometimes

Someone is whipped

But yeah he was flying around where you were on patrol today

Just looking to see you and maybe swoop down and annoy you for a bit

But for some reason he can’t??? seem???? to find you????

And now he was concerned and alert

It’s very unlike you to not be where you’re supposed to be

You’re very passionate about helping people after all

He circles keeps flying around until he spots on of your sidekicks

Who admittedly looks very stressed

He lands next to them

Scaring the shit out of them in the process

“Hey kid, any idea where (Y/n) might be? Haven’t seen her and I circled this area like seven times.”

Your sidekick doesn’t say anything for a second

Because they’re thinking of how to phrase what happened

And that extra moment of silence just proved to Keigo that something was definitely wrong

“Where is (Y/n)?”

Keigo’s fun loving demeanor everyone loves s completely gone

He looks very serious

It’s only to cover how scared he is though

Doesn’t mean your sidekick isn’t intimidated

“We were all fighting this villain who made their first appearance today and uh… they kind sorta maybe did something that may have taken away (Y’n)’s quirk and then they kinda ‘made an example of her’ and now she’s in the hospital…”

Keigo immediately takes off for the hospital

He doesn’t even say anything else to your poor sidekick who now thinks Hawks is going to hate them for not helping you

When his phone was constantly buzzing he just assumed it was the Hero Commission getting on his ass for posting that picture of you and him kissing on instagram

So he just let it buzz

He never even looked at his screen

Until now of course

And just as he expected

All the buzzing?

Actually missed calls from you

If he would have checked, then maybe you wouldn’t be hurt

He’s at the hospital in like

Five seconds flat

Don’t underestimate his already speedy self when it comes to you

He hurries in and sees another one of your sidekicks about to leave

“Where is she?”

Your other sidekick points in the direction, telling him your room

He’s about to sprint there when suddenly your other sidekick stops him

“Hawks, I just need to warn you. It’s… pretty bad. Not only did the villain beat her within an inch of her life but she wasn’t able to use her quirk at all after he did this weird hitting pattern thing. She’s probably not going to wake up for some time.”

Keigo just stares at them

And they hurry away

Which causes him to deadass RUN to your hospital room

Sure enough you’re lying there

Lots of machines hooked up to you

He expected it to be bad

But he didn’t expect it to be this bad

He hurries over to you

Grabbing a random chair and sliding it so he could be at your bedside

And he carefully grabs your hand

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he tastes his tears

He could have prevented this

If he would have just come to see you a little bit earlier

If he would have just checked his phone

This is how he feels about the entire situation for the rest of his life

Especially for the two weeks you were unconscious in a hospital bed

Luckily, you were a graduate from UA and when Recovery Girl heard what happened she began helping your healing process

It definitely sped up your recovery a lot

And Keigo was very grateful

He just wanted to talk to you again

Maybe even hug him if he weren’t in deep shit for unintentionally ignoring your calls

So imagine how sad he got when he came to the hospital after his patrol (like he did every day) only to find out you woke up without him being there

Bird boi did a big sad

But he was anxious to finally talk to you again

At this point he would be genuinely happy if you started yelling at him

He missed you 🥺

He made his way to your room

Nervous but excited to see you again

When suddenly

A doctor stops him

“Oh, it’s okay! I’m her boyfriend, I’ve been coming here every-”

“I know. I just need to prepare you for what you’re about to see. Something that that villain did cut off her connection to the part of her brain that has the knowledge and information of her quirk, meaning she has no recollection on how to access it. Now she remembers having a quirk, and not being able or knowing how to use it has been very upsetting for her... how long have you two been together?”

“One year.”

“How long have you known her?”

“We met two and a half years ago when she first became a pro... why?”

Keigo isn’t stupid

He has an idea why the doctor is asking this

But he doesn’t want it to be true

“The villain also cut the connection of her brain that consists of her long term memory. Fortunately, it didn’t make her forget too much...”

Oh thank god, for a second Keigo though that you wouldn’t remem-

“Just the past two years... but I’m sure she’ll still be happy to see you.”

Keigo stares at the doctor with a blank face

The past two years?

That means that you’ll barely know him

Yeah you guys got along before you started dating

Obviously you were friends

Keigo doesn’t trust easily so entering a real relationship with someone he just met is a no go

But this means that so much of what you two have is just

Gone

“Uh... Hawks?”

The doctor is looking down at his arm to which Keigo follows the gaze

Somewhere in his thoughts he latched onto this man’s arm

To be fair he was doing everything in his power to have a mental break right then and there

He let go

“Sorry. I... can I still see her?”

“Yes, just try not to confuse her, please?”

Hawks nods

He walks in the room and sees you sitting up

You’re gazing out the window when you turn your head to look at him

The shock is evident in your face

“Hawks? What are you doing here?”

Two years was before you knew his real name

Ouch

“Thought you could use the company. After all, not many heroes get attacked by an unknown villain and survive.”

“Did Miruko set you up to this? Really, it’s okay, you don’t need to-“

“I’ve had my fair share of close calls, dove, but... I never had to go what you’re going through, and I need to be here to help. Helping people is what I do, after all.”

He sees a small smile break out across your face

“Thank you.”

The two of you talk for a few hours

He catches you up on everything he can

But he can’t bring himself to let you know about your relationship

Or maybe he just can’t say out-loud that you don’t remember who he really is

Maybe it would just hurt too much

Regardless, he has to leave eventually

And when he does he makes it a point to find out who this villain was that just uprooted yours and his lives

And he knows just the person to ask

todoroki touya | dabi

Heroes destroy everything

That’s what Dabi has always thought

And he’s not about to change his mind any time soon

Especially after what happened to you

He normally doesn’t get attached to people

But your annoying ass somehow managed to cling to him

And after about six months he didn’t mind it

He actually really enjoyed it

Not that he’d ever tell you just how much he enjoyed it

But you were the first and only person he’s even let near the real him

So even though he’s a little shit who pretends he doesn’t care about anything

When it comes to you

It’s very obvious just how much he gives a fuck

Which is why the series of events that happened to you absolutely destroyed him

It was just a normal day like any other

He was at the hideout while you and a few others were on a mission for the League

Now was he okay with you going on this mission without him?

Not necessarily

But it turns out that’s what happened anyways

To be fair Dabi did go a little too hard on his last mission and he’s still recovering

But he was still pissed he couldn’t go

Regardless, Dabi was waiting for you and the rest of the League to come back

Casually sitting on the couch

Smoking a cigarette in solitude

When suddenly

The rest of the League burst through one of Kurogiri’s portals

And to say they were frantic was an understatement

Dabi looks over

His usual uninterested expression present on his face

Until he sees who Magne is carrying

Spoiler: it’s you

And you’re unconscious

And you lowkey look dead

And that is the reason his cigarette literally bursts into flames

He’s snatching you from Magne before any of the other villains even have the chance to start speaking

“What the fuck happened.”

He doesn’t necessarily ask

He more demands to know

Shigaraki walks past him, obviously annoyed because he’s scratching at his neck again

“There’s a new Underground Hero after us.”

“Don’t you fucking walk away from me right now, why does my girlfriend look fucking dead you fucking-“

“She threw herself at the hero because unlike you, she somewhat understands that me ending up like how she is right now would put an end to this entire thing.”

Dabi glares at Shigaraki

So the reason the only person he’s ever trusted in this world is severely injured is Shigaraki

“Why wouldn’t you-”

“She’s faster than me. Or she was. Whatever the hero did took away her quirk. That’s why she’s like that. Now leave me alone, I need to reevaluate everything now because of this little incident…”

Shigaraki starts muttering as he walks to his room

Dabi glares at the others before taking you into his room

He lays you on his bed and assesses you for injuries

He isn’t the best at treating things

But the deep cuts where it seems like you could bleed out at any second?

He can help with those

You’re probably going to kill him for the scars, though

He doesn’t really have time to think about that though considering you’re dying on him

He immediately begins cauterizing your wounds

For like the first time ever the familiar scent of burnt flesh makes him frown

But it’s only because he knows that it’s your flesh that’s burning

He carefully removes your destroyed villain costume

Placing you in one of his hoodies

Specifically the one he knows you love

Even though he barely lets you wear it because he knows you love it and he loves to piss you off

You always say it smells like him and you like it

Which he doesn’t really understand because he doesn’t wear cologne and he’s pretty sure he reeks of cigarettes, burning flesh, and alcohol

But you say there’s a comforting kind of campfire smell mixed in there too

Plus, he wears deodorant so there’s that smell too

He figures you’ll appreciate it when you wake up

If you wake up

He begins bandaging you up

He’s very careful to clean everything to ensure nothing becomes infected

Of course he’s just recalling what you do for him from memory

He’s hoping he’s doing well

After he finishes all that, he checks to see if you have any broken bones

Much to his relief, it doesn’t seem like it

Just a lot of bruises in random places

And y’know

Several severe puncture wounds

At least none of them were in lethal places

Damn heroes and their ways of not killing unless absolutely necessary

Just severely injuring

It’s obvious that that hero was trying to prove a point in hurting you like this

But how did he even manage to get you?

You’re usually so quick in fights because your quirk

Oh

Yeah

Shigaraki said something about your quirk being gone or something?

Dabi is sure it’s only for a day

Maybe two

It’s not for good...

Right...?

He sighs, getting into his bed with you

He gently pulls you against him

He wants you to know you’re safe when you wake up

As safe as you can be in a bar full of villains and with one of the most dangerous and angry ones holding you in his arms of course

He also just wants to know that you’re here

And you’re okay

Because you have to be okay

He glances at the clock in his room

And sees that it’s late

He should sleep

Key word should

But he’s a little preoccupied in his mind going through the ways he’s going to torture and kill whoever did this to you

And this goes on for a week

He doesn’t sleep

He barely eats

He spends all his time with you

Anyone who gives him shit gets a new burn mark on them

Sorry not sorry Twice

He makes sure to change your bandages and check in on your every day

Which is very unlike him

And he knows it

And honestly he hates it

But you’re special to him

And even though he’s a heartless piece of shit who loves to make fun of you and pretend like he doesn’t care

He does

He really does

So imagine how happy he feels when one day he’s holding you

Like he always does

And then you twitch

He immediately sits up, staring down at you

And sure enough, you open your eyes

He can’t hide the small smile that spreads across his face

“Looks like someone’s lazy ass decided it was time to finally wake up.”

He expects to hear one of your sarcastic quips about how you were just brutally beat and how you don’t need his snarky comments at a time like this

But you just stare at him

And you look... confused?

“What’s wrong, doll?”

His voice changes from sarcastic to concerned

Why were you being quiet?

You were never quiet with him

“I’m sorry it’s just... who are you?”

He genuinely feels like his heart stops beating

That’s not a cute thing to do to him

“Very funny, (Y/n). Can you see how amused I am? How much I’m laughing at this shitty attempt of a joke.”

“I’m being serious, asshole. Who the fuck are you, where the fuck am I, and why does everything hurt so much?”

He freezes

“You really don’t remember me...?”

“Should I?”

“Considering I’m your fucking boyfriend, yeah. You should.”

“Oh. Well, sorry. No idea who you are. Don’t even know your name and, wait boyfriend? I have a boyfriend?”

Okay this is officially not a joke now

He tries to get what happened out of you

But, as he expected, you have no idea

He clenches his fist

A flame appearing

“Woah there, hotshot, calm down. You’re still sexy as hell even if I can’t remember you, so you have a good chance with me again. Just... tell me where I am? What’s going on? Your name...? Why the eerie smell of deaht mixed with a campfire is actually very soothing to me right now?”

He tells you everything

And that campfire comment low-key made his heart swell because awwww his little crazy doll is just genuinely crazy and enjoys the smell without even knowing it’s his how sweet 🥺

But he has to ask Toga for help to explain what happened to you

And he realizes that wow

If your memory is gone then your quirk is probably definitely gone too

He leaves you with Toga so she can tell you all about how good of friends you two are

And goes to Shigaraki’s room

He doesn’t even knock before entering but before Shigaraki can scream at him Dabi asks a simple question

“Where can I find this new hero?”

[4stars-uswnt]

You Take My Heart Away [Kelley O’Hara x Reader]

requested by anon: Kelley O’Hara x reader where reader gets into a fist fight but she’s like I won’t throw the first punch bc I’ll finish it and like she gets teased by the team but Kelley is mad at reader for it bc R could’ve gotten hurt but it was still cool

requested by anon: Can we get another Kelley O’Hara x reader doesn’t have to be anything specific just maybe along the lines of them both being crazy and maybe oblivious

A/N: i decided to combine these two prompts! hope y’all enjoy it. also bonus points to anybody who gets the title reference (there’s a lil connection to a reference within the story)

warnings: homophobic and sexist language, violence, and swearing

Conversation was flowing and music was playing in the background of the bar, as the USWNT finished up their first round of drinks and appetizers. The team had pushed together a couple of tables, where you all were now sitting, laughing at each other’s jokes.

The air was light, victory and celebration filling the atmosphere. Megan and Ashlyn had been the ones to suggest a night out after your win against Japan, not only to celebrate the 2-0 victory but also to celebrate Lindsey’s birthday that was in the next couple of days.

You were currently sitting next to your best friend, Kelley O’Hara, bridging the gap between the veterans and the youngsters.

“Anybody want another drink?” Alex asks, pushing her chair back, as she moves to get up.

A chorus of yeses ring out, the team’s orders ringing out.

“I’ll help you with that, Al.” You stand up from your seat, giving the other woman a warm smile.

Once the two of you had left for the bar, the rest of the team began interrogating Kelley, who let her eyes follow you as you moved through the crowd.

“Kel,” Ash calls out over the noise of the music. “When are you gonna admit to (Y/N) that you’re hopelessly in love with her?”

“What?” Kelley sputters, flustered.

Megan rolls her eyes at the defender. “It’s so obvious that you’ve had a crush on her for the past like six years, and a blind person can see that she likes you too.”

“I- I’m not in love with (Y/N).” Kelley’s face flushes, as she rubs the back of her neck nervously. “She’s my best friend.”

“Kelley,” Christen softly chimes in,, hoping to talk some sense in her friend she’s known since college. “You guys obviously have feelings for each other that go beyond friendship, and you’ve been dancing around them for years. We just want you two to be happy.”

Many of the women nod and voice their agreement.

“But what if it ruins our friendship and I lose her forever?” The freckled defender bites her lip nervously.

“That’s not gonna happen.” Christen gives her a knowing look. “Even if she didn’t reciprocate those feelings, she’s not gonna cut you out of her life.”

“And Kel,” Tobin adds on. “You never know until you ask her. And who knows? The risk of putting your heart out there may be worth it. But you’re just gonna live in the dark haunted by the unknown and what ifs unless you tell her how you feel.”

“I hate that you’re philosophical insights are usually right,” Kelley huffs.

Meanwhile, as the team holds their intervention for your best friend, you and Alex were at the bar ordering another round of drinks.

As you were waiting for the bartender, you and Alex were engaged in your own conversation, when you hear a boisterous voice interrupt you.

“Hey! It’s Alex Morgan!” A large man approaches the two of you, holding a half-full cup of beer in his hand, and you have a feeling he’s downed a couple pints already.

You sense Alex tense up next to you, as she gives the stranger a tight smile. “Hello.”

“Oh, and who’s this?” He turns to you, a leering grin on his face, making your insides turn. You reach for Alex’s hand in search of comfort but also as a protective gesture.

“Is she your girlfriend?” The man looks back at the star forward. “I hear your entire team is full of d*kes, but I didn’t think you were one. You’re way too hot to be a d*ke.”

Alex’s grip on your hand tightens, as anger radiates off of her. “I’m actually happily married.” She raises her left hand to show off her ring.

“Woah.” The stranger lets out a low whistle, his eyes slowly widening before he squinting to get a better look, as his movements impaired by the alcohol. “That is quite the rock. How’d you afford that with your pay? I’ve heard all about your team’s fight for equal pay and all that. I personally think it’s a load of crap. You guys aren’t even that good at soccer, and it’s so boring. The only thing that makes your games interesting is your smoking hot bodies.”

You scrunch your nose in disgust at this man’s blatant misogyny. “I’m surprised you know about our equal pay fight. I’d think it’d be too complicated for your thick skull,” you quip, throwing the insult right in his face.

“Ooooo feisty, are we?” He raises his eyebrows at you. “And where do you get off calling me dumb?”

“I’m just calling them as I see them,” you simply state, letting go of Alex’s hand, as you move to stand in front of her protectively. “Where do you get off disrespecting women and being a bigot?”

“(Y/N/N), it’s not worth it,” Alex whispers in your ear.

“I’d listen to your friend,” the man sneers and stands up straighter, slightly sobering up. “Because I’m not afraid to hit a girl, especially a mouthy one like you. Women like you deserve to be put in your place.”

“Go on then,” you challenge, probably a stupid decision on your part, but the adrenaline is rushing and you are at your wits end with this man in front of you. “I dare you.”

You thank all the gods in the universe that the stupid stranger was actually stupid enough to try and throw a punch with his blood-alcohol level because you can see his punch coming from a mile away.

Before his fist can make contact with your face, you grab his hand and twist his arm, leaning in closely to his face. “Is that all you got? My mom hits better than you.” You smirk.

“Let go of me, you bitch,” he growls, snatching his arm out of your grasp.

“Wait, I have one more thing,” you call out.

“What the hell are you talk-”

Before he can finish, you cut him off, rather your fist cuts him off. The man in front of you had been testing your patience and had used up all your grace, which, in your opinion, warranted a punch in the face.

You can’t help but wince at the sharp pain shooting through your hand upon the contact, but the cracking sound of his nose eases some of your discomfort.

By now, the rest of the team had become worried by your prolonged absence and then had noticed the commotion this stranger was stirring. Hearing the raised voices coming from your direction, many of the veterans, including Kelley, Christen, Tobin, Ash, Ali, and Megan, made their way over to where Alex was currently holding you back from unleashing your anger on this drunk man.

“What is going on here?” Becky asks, surveying the situation in front of her.

“This asshole was insulting Al and then had the audacity to continue being a sexist pig,” you spit out, directing your words at the man, who was still holding his bloody nose, while Alex was doing her best to keep you under wraps.

“I think it’s time for you to go,” Ashlyn states firmly.

As the goalie, along with Becky, Megan, and Ali, coax the stranger into leaving you alone, and hopefully leaving the club, Alex, Christen, Tobin, and Kelley try and calm you down.

“(Y/N/N),” Christen soothes, cupping your face. “I need you to calm down. Take a deep breath.” The curly-haired forward inhales and exhales, motioning for you to mimic her actions.

You take a deep breath, and upon exhaling, you feel the tension, along with the adrenaline, leave your body.

“Shit,” you sigh. “My hand.”

You lift your right hand, revealing your split knuckles on which bruises were starting to form.

“Come on, Sylvester.” Tobin claps your shoulder, letting out an amused chuckle. “Let’s get you back to the hotel, and on the way, you can tell us all about your heroics.”

You amusedly roll your eyes and lean into the other woman’s side.

As the team gathers their things, ready to call it a night after the turn of events, Megan approaches you, holding out a bag of ice.

“Here, (Y/N), the bartender gave me this for your hand.”

“Thanks, P.” You place the cool ice on your knuckles, hissing at the temperature shock.

On the way back to the hotel, many of your teammates were interrogating you about what had happened back at the bar. After telling the entire story, you received many hoots and hollers from the rest of the team.

“Damn (Y/N)!” Ash whistles. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”

“Way to protect our honor,” Rose gushes, as many of the women nod along.

“Thank you, (Y/N), for defending me,” Alex says sincerely.

“Of course, Al. Anytime.” You give the forward a warm smile.

“Who knew (Y/N) could be such a badass?!” Emily exclaims with an impressed look on her face. “Kel, did you know that your best friend was a secret badass?”

While the rest of the girls had been teasing you about your heroic actions, your best friend had been oddly quiet.

“News to me.” Kelley answers shortly, her face hard and distant. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, wondering if the defender was mad at you. You thought she would’ve been proud of you for standing up for the team and putting a sexist douchebag in his place.

Before going back to entertaining your teammates’s jokes and questions, you make a mental note to talk to her once you get back to the hotel, silently thanking Vlatko for rooming the two of you together this camp.

You would never in a million years admit it, but you were harboring a huge crush for your best friend, had been for the past six years, ever since you’d joined the national team. Not only did you not want to ruin your friendship and end up losing Kelley, but you knew she would never return your feelings.

Over the past several years that you’d been friends with the defender, you’d seen Kelley go in and out of relationships, and comparing yourself to her other girlfriend’s, you had a feeling you weren’t her type.

You also had reservations due to the fact that Kelley was your teammate, and you didn’t want to change the team dynamic, especially if the two of you didn’t work out.

Thoughts of Kelley clouded your mind all the way back to the hotel, only further exacerbated by her deafening silence.

Upon arriving to the hotel lobby, before you all disperse to your rooms, Alex gives you another hug and thanks you again, and Becky, ever the mother of the group, gives you a warning.

“Make sure to ice on and off. 20 minutes. You know the drill, (Y/L/N). Kelley, make sure she takes care of that hand.”

“Don’t worry about me, Becks. I got it,” you reassure the veteran defender, giving her a mock salute.

Following Kelley, you cautiously enter the hotel room. You nervously watch the other women move around the room, as she silently goes about her usual nighttime routine. Taking the hint that she wasn’t going to talk to you anytime soon, you go about your own routine and get ready for bed.

After about twenty minutes later, after both of you had showered, you were finishing wrapping your hand and were about to get into bed, when you noticed Kelley discretely staring at your bandaged hand.

Unable to tolerate the silence anymore, you break the tension. “Okay, what is up with you?”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“Kel,” you sigh, plopping down on the side of her bed. “You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder ever since what happened at the bar. Are you mad at me?”

“Nope. Not mad,” Kelley hums slightly passive aggressively, still not looking up from her book.

You roll your eyes, frustrated by your best friend’s childish behavior. “Kelley, I know when you’re lying, and I know that you’re mad at me right now, so would you please just look at me?!”

Sensing the exasperation and frustration in your voice, Kelley closes and sets down her book. “Fine, you’re right. I am mad at you.”

You thought you’d feel relieved, hearing her confirm your suspicions, but instead, the pressure in your chest increases.

“Why? What did I do?” You practically beg, scooting up the bed, so you’re closer to the other woman.

“As if you don’t know,” she scoffs.

Confused, you tilt your head. “I clearly don’t. Kel, please talk to me, tell me what I did.”

“You literally punched a dude in the face!”

“Yeah, but he deserved it, Kel! You heard the things he was saying,” you defend. “I couldn’t just let him get away with talking about our team like that. I thought you’d be proud of me for standing up to a sexist asshole like him.”

“I am proud, sort of. I mean that was completely badass and totally warranted, not that I necessarily expected that from you, and I’m glad you put him in his place,” Kelley babbles. “But that’s not the point, (Y/N/N). You were reckless tonight. You could’ve gotten hurt!”

Your face softens at her outburst. Taking a deep breath, Kelley confesses, “I love you, (Y/N). I’m in love with you, and I just can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt, especially by some drunk idiot who doesn’t know shit about football or respecting women.”

Your eyes widen and your heart practically stop, when you process the words that have come out of your best friend’s mouth.

“(Y/N), please say something,” Kelley begs.

“You’re in love with me?” You test the words on your mouth.

“Yeah,” she sighs contently, giving you a soft smile. “Have been for the past eight years.”

“Gosh, we really are idiots.” You let out a wet chuckle, shaking your head.

“What?”

“I’m in love with you, too, Kel,” you rasped, your voice laced with pure emotion. “I’ve loved you since my first camp.”

“Wow,” Kelley scoffs, an amused grin playing on her face. “Are we really that oblivious?”

“Apparently so.” You shrug. “But we’re here now.”

“Yeah, we are.” The freckled woman softens. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod eagerly, leaning in to meat the other woman’s lips. The kiss is nothing like you’d dreamed of; it’s better. It’s soft and tender, full of love and passion. You melt into each other, as your lips move together in harmony.

Not wanting things to get too heated, especially not before you’ve talked about what this meant for the future of your relationship, you pull away, resting your forehead against hers.

“Hi,” you whisper, smiling like a fool.

“Hey,” Kelley murmurs softly, returning your smile.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She takes your hand, kissing your wrapped knuckles. “But please don’t be getting into any more bar fights.”

“Hey! I would never start a fight, however I have no problem finishing them.” You smirk, boasting slightly triumphantly.

Kelley rolls her eyes playfully, but then looks into your eyes. “I mean it, (Y/N). I can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt. So no more fights alright?”

“I promise, Kel.” You give her a chaste kiss.

“Good.”

That night, you stay in Kelley’s bed, cuddling into her side. As you slowly drift into a peaceful sleep, you notice the woman next to you is already fast asleep.

You sigh contently, and you can’t help but feel extremely lucky that even after all these years, and everything that’s happened, life still led you to this woman and a love worth fighting for.

[morosemagick]

Listen, Before I Go | Finan x Reader One Shot

Welcome to my first one shot/first Reader!Fic.

Be gentle, I'm trash.

Warning: Major Character Death, (its sad, okay, idk what else to say.)

Words: 3847

Tagged:

@solinarimoon @lauwrite1225

You had seen many things in your life as a traveling healer. Wounds and illnesses alike, taking you from place to place wherever people may need you. Taking care of people was in your blood. Both your parents were healers, and you planned on using all they taught you to care for people around the world. And yet, when you met Uhtred of Bebbanburg and his crew of accident-prone warriors in the aftermath of the battle at Tettenhall, something inside you told you to stay. A feeling in your heart, telling you that no one will ever need you more than they would. Over the months that passed, that feeling proved true. You healed every cut, bruise, and battle wound they would come to acquire. Each wound healed was a bond growing stronger with each man in Uhtred’s service, including your lord himself.

Osferth, the first of the Coccham boys you healed. His kindness was always warming to the heart. Sihtric, who spoke often of his wife and joked about his desire to return to her in one piece. And of course, Finan, whose laugh made your heart skip a beat and smile did things to you that was certainly ungodly. They were your family, and you loved them all dearly.

And you would do whatever it took to save their lives.

Especially now, when they needed you most.

“Sihtric!” You scream out at the sight of him, bloody and broken. The snow falls thick and heavy around you, stained red with the Danish man’s blood and Osferth and Finan work together to lift him from the ground.

“We got him, Y/N, just go!” Finan yells out, and you nod okay. The storm is picking up and though the raiders that ambushed you are dead, none of you are out of the woods yet.

Up ahead is a cave. It’s cold and dark but it’s dry, and getting Sihtric out of the storm is your main priority.

“This way, to the cave!” You call out as you lead the men forward, being sure to check for any unfriendly creatures that might be hiding out from the storm inside. When the coast is clear, you wave the others on.

As carefully as they can, Osferth and Finan lower Sihtric to the ground. The injured warrior groaned as he touched the ground, “We need to make a fire.” Finan tells the rest of you.

“Did anyone see Lord Uhtred?” Osferth questions, making you and Finan glance at each other.

You shake your head no, and then Finan looks back to Osferth, “He must be with Lady Aethelflaed.”

“Should we look for them-”

“We can’t,” Finan cuts him off, sighing, “We must stick together, make a fire, and take care of Sihtric.”

“I will tend to Sihtric,” You tell them, “Go get what you need for a fire but please stay close, this storm is only getting worse, and finding your way back might get harder.”

Finan nods okay, and the two men leave as you bend down to check up on Sihtric. He’s breathing heavy but he’s still alert so that has you at ease. Checking his wound on his side, it doesn’t seem bad but it will definitely need stitching. His skin, however, is freezing to the touch and that makes you nervous, “That bad?” Sihtric chuckles the best he can, his eyes looking so very tired.

“Not at all, you needed stitches. That’s all,” You tell him as you look through the pouch tied to your belt.

“You are a bad liar, Y/N,” He huffs, looking up to the ceiling of the cave, “Tell me, please.”

Biting your lip, you sigh and glance away, “You're freezing, you need fire or you may get sick.”

“I could have told you that,” He laughs but the motion makes his side hurt and his laughter turns to a wince.

“You must rest, Sihtric, please,” You tell him as you find your needle and thread, “Eahlswith will not forgive you if you do not make it home in one piece, remember?”

“Ealhswith,” He smiles slightly, and then grunts as you start to clean the wound, “I miss her.”

“And you will see her soon, I promise,” Glancing up, you can see fear in Sihtrics eyes, and it breaks your heart, “I swear it, Sihtric.”

He only nods, and you continue to care for him in silence.

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Time has passed, and the fire has been made, but it’s small and just barely enough to keep you all comfortable so to make up for the lack of heat you all huddle close to each other. You are to Sihtric’s left, Finan is to yours, and Osferth is on the other side of Sihtric. Sihtric’s wound was cleaned well but he is still very cold and you’re trying your best not to show how worried you are. As you take a deep breath, you let out a shiver and it shakes your whole body.

Noticing how cold you are, Finan scoots closer and wraps his arms around yours and holding it tight, “You alright, Y/N?”

You glance momentarily at Sihtric, who's currently half awake with his head on your shoulder and his eyes on the fire ahead of them, and then look back at Finan, “I am.”

It’s a lie. You’re terrified.

Terrified of losing your friends, of dying to the cold, but mostly you’re terrified of not being able to keep the oath you made to Lord Uhtred and yourself to keep them all safe. It’s killing you inside.

Sihtric is shivering to your right, his cold body against yours sending chills down your spine.

“Alright there, Sihtric?” You ask him, though you know the answer. Instead of staying strong, you can feel him shake his head no. His fear brings a tear to your eyes, “It’ll be okay.”

“It will not,” Sihtric whispers, making everyone else suddenly alert to how beaten he’s feeling.

“It will be, Sihtric, we will get out of this mess like we have every other mess Uhtred has gotten us into,” Finan tries to joke in an attempt to keep everyone’s spirit up.

“Uhtred isn’t even here,” Sihtric tells him, his head still rested on your shoulder, “We might never see him again. I might not-”

“We are getting out of here,” Osferth adds, “God will see us through this.”

“He is not my God, Osferth, he does not care if I live or die,” Sihtric argues.

None of you have seen him so defeated before.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” You tell Sihtric as you turn your body to face him, forcing him to lift his head up. You can tell it’s a struggle for him to hold himself up, and it’s hard for you to keep a calm expression. You grab Sihtric by his face and put on your best smile, but your eyes are still watering and the wind outside has made it so unbearably cold; so at this point, you don’t know if you have it in your heart to lie to him. So you don’t, “I know you are cold, and you hurt, but I will do whatever it takes to make sure you get home to Coccham. To your wife, and to your son.”

Sihtric nods okay, but his eyes tell another story as he starts to cry.

Past his shoulder, you can see Osferth is also looking mighty defeated as his own eyes start to get red, and behind you, Finan’s hand has gripped your cloak and tight.

And then, to make matters worse, the fire dies.

“Fucking bastard fire!” Finan growls loudly as he kicks the still hot wood with his foot, making soot spread, “Fuck!” His scream echoes throughout the cave as he gets up and stomps around in anger, and you look away from Sihtric as you start to cry, biting your lip in hopes of keeping your fear to yourself.

On the tips of your fingers, you feel Sihtric’s tears falling down.

“Finan, sit... please,” Osferth calls out, and you can hear his voice cracking, “Being angry will solve nothing.”

Sihtrics’ crying has worsened, and now they can all hear him.

You pull him closer to you, cuddling him like a child in your arms, trying your best to keep him warm. His sobbing is enough to shake you both, but you keep your grip on him strong. Osferth scoots his body closer to Sihtrics, putting his arm around his brother, and to your left, you can hear Finan return to his seat. After a moment or two, you can feel his arms wrap around your waist and hold you tight.

At least if you die, it will be next to those you love the most.

The four of you sit this way in silence for some time, the only things you can hear are Sihtric crying and the strong snowy winds blowing outside the cave. You have never been a very religious person, but at that moment you find yourself praying to every god you can think of to save the ones you love.

A moment later you hear Sihtric sniffle, and shuffle a bit in your arms before he sighs and speaks, “Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Can you sing for us?” He asks, and you nod yes.

If you can bring him comfort now, in what very well might be his final hours, you will do whatever he wishes.

“Take me to the rooftop. I wanna see the world when I stop breathing. Turning blue,” You rest your cheek on top of Sihtric’s head, and your eyes glance away as you continue, “Tell me, love is endless, don't be so pretentious. Leave me, like you do. If you need me, wanna see me, better hurry 'Cause I'm leaving soon,” There's sniffling in the air as you sing, you can hear Osferth shuffling, probably to get closer to Sihtric, and you can feel Finan’s arms grip you tighter. “Sorry, can't save me now. Sorry, I don't know how. Sorry, there's no way out but down, mm down.”

You move your left hand down to where Finan is holding you tight, and he moves to grab it, squeezing it as best he can. His hand is lacking a glove, and yet you can feel his warmth.

You hold on to that feeling as you continue singing, “Taste me, the salty tears on my cheek. That's what a year-long headache does to you. I'm not okay, I feel so scattered, don't say I'm all that matters. Leave me. Deja vu. If you need me, wanna see me, you better hurry. I'm leaving soon,” Finan’s head is on your shoulder, you can feel his breath on your neck. It makes you think of all the times you should’ve kissed him. You should have told him. Probably too late for that now, though, “Sorry, can't save me now. Sorry, I don't know how. Sorry, there's no way out, but down, mm down. Write my friends and tell them that I love them. And I'll miss them... but I'm not sorry. Write my friends and tell them that I love them, and I'll miss them…”

Sorry.

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The men have been asleep for some now, but you’re still awake. You have been staring at Sihtric all night, watching his chest rise and fall. Making sure his chest still rises and falls. A couple of times you’ve even put your fingers to his lips to make certain that he’s still breathing. Anything to make sure he’ll survive through the night. On the other side of him, Osferth is sound asleep, you can hear the man snore just slightly, and see him cuddled against Sihtric’s side.

The inside of this cave is freezing but you know it’s better than being out in the storm.

“Y/N?” You hear Finan whisper, “Are you up?”

“I am,” You whisper back, your fingers hovering just above Sihtric’s lips. Still breathing, good. You roll over slowly to not wake him, and when you are facing Finan, you sigh, “He is still alive, thank God.”

“Do you think he’ll make it?” Finan asks quietly, his eyes a red mess.

You shrug, not wanting to lie right now, “I do not know, Finan,” You shake your head, and the tears are building in your eyes again and your next words barely make it out, “I fear the worst.”

The tears fall down your cheeks and you try your best to not cry too loudly because you fear waking them more than you do crying in front of the man who’s stolen your heart. Finan reaches out to hold you by your cheeks and you can feel how warm he is still, it’s not much but enough to feel wonderful against your cold face as you cry. He shuffles his body closer to you, and you can feel his breath on your face as you open your eyes.

You don’t want to die without him knowing how he makes you feel. How he makes your heart flutter. How he fills you with so much life.

How loved he makes you feel.

“Finan- I need to tell you something,” You get yourself ready to say the words, but he stops you with his finger on your lips.

“Tell me in the morning, Y/N,” He’s smiling, but his eyes are red and full of tears.

“But what if we don’t make it to morning?” Your voice cracks, and instead of answering Finan leans in and kisses you. It’s warm and delicious, and you want to kick yourself that it’s only happening now when you might not live to see another day because your body is cold but kissing Finan now fills your soul with so much warmth.

Perhaps this wouldn’t be a terrible way to die.

The two of you stay like that for a while, and you're trying your best to etch every inch of him into your mind as he pulls you in closer by the way to deepen the kiss. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. It’s like coming home, and when you finally break apart the content smile on his face says he feels the same.

Finan leans back in, kissing your face over and over again. Making sure to kiss away all the tears that have stained your cheeks and then finding his way to your neck, “If I didn’t fear waking them, I’d pull my cock from my trousers and warm you with that.”

You try to bite your lip to contain your laughter, but a snicker comes out anyway, “I’m sure that is that last thing either of them would like to see now.”

“Aye, but what a sight it would be,” He smirks, leaning in for another kiss, “But If I’m going to bed you, Y/N, it will be properly I swear it.”

“I will hold you to that,” You tell him with another kiss, and as you move to separate you can see the expression on his face shift and the mood become more somber, "We should try to sleep. We need our energy."

"You sleep, I'll keep watch," Finan tells you, kissing your forehead.

"Nothing is going to hurt us here but the cold," You try to tell him, "Please try to sleep, Finan."

"I will, Y/N, let me just hold you for a while," Finan nods for you to turn around and you comply, and a moment later his arms are around your waist again and he's kissing behind your ear. Then, barely a whisper and more like wind, you can hear him say something in your ear, "Tá grá agam duit."

It's the last thing you hear before you fall asleep.

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You wake from your sleep in a cold sweat, your heart racing as you rise quickly from the ground. The first thing you do is turn your body to your right to check on Sihtric, and to your surprise you find him sitting up and wide awake.

It brings tears to your eyes.

"Oh thank God," You can't help but say at the sight of him.

Sihtric smiles slightly. He looks tired, but he's alive and that's all the matters, "Good morning, Y/N."

"How are you feeling?" You ask as you lean over to put the back of your hand on his forehead. He's warmer than he was last night, which is a good sign, "Warmer? Is your wound okay?"

"Looks like you did it again, Y/N," Osferth calls out as he enters the cave with firewood in his hand, "Told you you’d be okay." Osferth drops the wood where the original fire once sat and then walks over to Sihtric and ruffles his hair, "Lord Uhtred will be pleased."

You chuckle, wiping your face of tears, and then suddenly you remember last night and Finan.

With a smile still on your face you turn to your left, where you can see his body still lying there, "Finan, it's morning-" the moment you put your hand on him your smile fades and your heart drops as you notice something very important. His fur cloak isn't on his body, but on yours and Finan is cold, "Finan?" You shake his shoulder as you call his name, the frantic sound of your voice getting the other’s attention, "Finan!"

Osferth rushes to your side just as you turn him on his back, and you place your fingers to his lips and can barely feel a thing. Osferth, however, has his hand on Finan’s forehead, "He's burning up."

"I cannot feel his breath," You tell Osferth as the tears hit you quick, and your breathing is all over the place, "Finan, come on, please-" you start to pump at his chest to get his heart moving, breathing into his mouth to help him get air. You do both this over and over again, trying not to let the sobbing stop you, "Come on, Finan, please!"

"Y/N?" You can hear Sihtric's voice question you from where he sits, the sound of fear clear.

You keep going, refusing to give up on him. Thinking about the other night.

You still haven't told him-

"Y/N," Osferth calls to you, but you do not stop, "Y/N," He tries pulling you away, but you keep going, and going, but now Osferth is pulling a little harder, "Y/N, please-"

And just as Osferth is about to tell you to stop, Finan starts to gasp for air and your heart can beat again, "God, thank you," you cry as you pull Finan close to you, taking off the cloak he gave you in the night and putting it back around his body. He's breathing lightly, but he's breathing so that's good enough for now, "You're okay, Finan, you're okay." He lifts his hand up to grab yours and you place a kiss on the top of his head.

“It seems your God is with us, Osferth,” Sihtric chuckles from behind them, making you and Osferth look back at him with a smile.

“We need to get out of this cave,” Osferth smiles, patting your shoulder as he rises to his feet.

“Why, when you’ve seemed to have made it home?” The voice from behind you has you all turning heads, a shocked and pleased look on your faces when you see Lord Uhtred has found you, “Y/N, what have you done to my men? They look awful.”

You laugh in relief at the sight of him. It seems all the Gods have heard your prayer.

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You all get home to Coccham in one piece, and you’ve never been happier to see your little home in your whole life. They leave Finan with you so you can watch him recover, and you do not mind giving the Irishman your bed. It’ll take him a few days to heal, and after everything that has happened, you’d prefer to keep a close watch on him. Sihtric and Ealhswith stop by to visit, partially so you check on Sihtric and partially so Ealthswith can thank you with meals for bringing her husband home.

Osferth and Lord Uhtred stop by as well. Finan isn’t always awake so they usually sit by his side for a while. Osferth prays and you think Uhtred might too.

You are cooking dinner one evening when you hear movement in your bedroom, and the sound of something falling over. You immediately rush to the other room to find that Finan is trying to sit up, and has knocked a cup of water to the floor.

“What do you think you're doing?” You giggle as he leans back down, feeling grateful to see him awake.

“If you wanted me in your bed, Y/N, you only needed to ask,” Finan jokes as you walk closer to him, sitting at the edge of the bed, “What happened?”

“You’re a fool, that’s what happened,” You tell him as you put your hand to his forehead and he is no longer burning, which is good, “You had a fever, almost froze to death,” Your smile fades as you take a deep breath, “I thought I lost you for a moment…”

“A fever?” He questioned, looking generally lost, “I don’t remember a fever,” He reaches out and takes your hand, gently rubbing your knuckles, “But I do remember some things. You were going to tell me something, were you not?”

You smile and lean down to kiss his forehead, “I’ll tell you when you're out of this bed.”

Finan laughs, using his other hand to reach out and hold you close from your neck, “Will you now?”

“You have promises you have to make good on first,” Your smirk as you lean in closer.

“Oh and I plan on making good of them, Y/N,” Finan tells you in a low voice that makes you squirm.

You chuckle as you lean in even closer, “God is good.”

“Aye,” He smirks as he hovers over your lips, “Praise him.”

Oh, you do. You thank him later that night in bed as you ride him and Finan makes good on his promise to warm you. A bed that Finan ends up never leaving and now you share together. You praise him on your wedding day, and multiple times on your wedding night. You praise him a few months later when you find yourself pregnant with your firstborn, and again when you give birth to your first son. You thank God for every child you have after, and every moment with this family of yours; made and found, that you decided to stay in Coccham and make it your home.

You thank God, all the Gods, for every moment they bless you with.

Even once your husband passes on.

And one day, when you're old, tired, and lying in the grass surrounded by the ones you love most you thank him one last time; before you go, for blessing you with such a life.

Grateful to go out under the heat sun, taking in the world one last time.

[falling-pages]

Fight for me: Hikaru x Renge

Renge tends to Hikaru's wounds after he gets in a fight to defend her.

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Renge Houshakuji x Hikaru Hitachiin

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, first kiss

Warnings: None

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Hikaru knew how to throw a punch, but holding his own against three men was above even his own skill level.

It was amazing he had lasted so long in the fight until Mori spotted him and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck like a kitten, tossing him from the circle and finishing the fight himself. Those three upperclassmen didn’t stand a chance--yet he felt his blood run hot at the thought that he had to be saved when he was trying to save someone else.

Toui Kendarishi and his dumb fucking mouth just had to get under his skin, again.

A sharp scrub against his cheekbone jerked him back to reality. He hissed, going to swat at it, before the girl grabbed his wrist and pushed it back down.

“Don’t get mad at me, I’m just trying to help you,” Renge grumbled.

Yeah, some help she was. With every dab of the cotton ball and slab of ointment he relived every moment of the fight, every right hook and gut punch and kick he had endured for her, and she had no idea. The only soothing thing about this therapy appointment was her nails scratching his scalp, but only to distract him from a bad bout of pain.

He only rolled his eyes, jerking away as she moved on to his mouth. “I know you didn’t just roll your eyes at me,” she said, tugging at his bottom lip. His top lip had taken the brunt of Kendarishi’s fists, and all he tasted was his own blood in the back of his throat. He was sure he was a monster to look at, blood staining his teeth and tongue. As it dried against his skin, Renge thumbed it away, smearing it against her hand before she took a washcloth to it.

“So observant,” he hissed, resisting the urge to spit at the taste clouding his senses. Sarcasm was his trusted defense mechanism, and he relied on it heavily now to distract himself from the feeling of her fingers playing with his lips.

A harsh scrub against the wound was her own way of backtalk. “Sass me again, and I’ll stop, and you can explain to Kaoru why you look like a fucking Picasso,” she said.

“Tch.”

But he listened. The blood and spit and pain rendered him essentially mute, much to her amusement, as she worked. His eyes wandered around her bathroom, impossibly pink and frilly for a college apartment. Like the rest of her place, it was like Paris had vomited itself inside, the chunk of the concoction muddled in the bathroom. A pink fuzzy rug was below him as he was perched on her gilded toilet, a gaudy shower curtain boasting images of the Eiffel Tower, and even her mirror was embossed with rhinestones. Everything, from the toilet paper pile to the cosmetics cases, were perfectly stacked and organized, with not a speck of dust or dirt to be found.

Geez. And he thought her shrill demands of perfection in high school were bad. Their host room was spotless thanks to her dictatorship, but this was on another level.

“Admiring the bathroom, I see,” she said, sucking in her cheek as she fiddled with opening a band-aid. Her nails, long and purple, couldn’t quite find the purchase to pinch the covering from the adhesive side.

His life and health were quite literally in her hands, but Hikaru couldn’t hold back the snicker from his bleeding lips. “It’s mental,” he said, reaching up to help her with the band-aid.

Renge ripped it away from him, glowering down her nose at him in the most egregious French expression she could muster. He hadn’t known her in France, but he imagined that was the look she gave every servant, every waiter, every busboy who didn’t fit her exact demands. “I’ve got it,” she spat, turning her back to him. Her shoulders shook, but because of the effort of unpeeling the band-aid or some unknown emotion, he didn’t know.

“Here,” she resumed, turning to face him, and Hikaru’s heart cracked at the tears welling up in her pretty brown eyes, the heaviness in her voice. It sounded so heavy, despite its usual nasal tone, and exhausted, defeated. What had she gone through when her back was turned?

He made her cry. He knew he could take the teasing too far sometimes, but bringing a girl to tears was childish, a middle school prank he had sworn to leave far behind him. But he had done it again, not even to a nobody, but to the girl who was fixing him up, his friend, whom he had grown up with and bruised two ribs defending.

As she leaned down to apply the bandage to his cheek, he tried to meet eyes, to apologize without aggravating his poor lips, but she evaded his glance, pursing her lips and focusing on her work. Her hands shook, lightly grazing his temple.

“Renge, hey, I’m--” he grabbed her wrist, and she jerked away, stepping back until she hit the wall. His voice forced more tears from her eyes, and she buried her face in her hands as she sobbed, massive pink bow bobbing with every movement.

“Just stop, Hikaru, stop!” she yelled, muffled by her closing throat. “I can’t take it anymore. I can’t keep stitching you back up when you snap, I can’t take how mean you are. We aren’t in school anymore, we’re adults, we’re in college, and you’re just puffing your chest like you’re invincible, picking fights and losing them.” She finally showed her face, anger and fear and… something he couldn’t place etched into the lines beneath her eyes. “You want to know what’s mental?” She gestured to him, waving her hand up and down his whole form. “This is mental. You getting into fight after fight and not learning a damn thing from them, that’s what. It’s amazing you didn’t break your nose.”

Blood and anger coiled in the back of his throat. He lunged forward and grabbed her arm again, firmer this time, and yelled out, “I did this for you! I got in this fight for you!”

Renge pressed further against the wall, but she stopped fighting. Her hands shook in his tight grasp. Eyes as big as a silver dollar gazed up at him, heart thrumming wildly in her chest. “What?”

“I got in a fight with Kendarishi, right?”

“Yes.”

“And who is he to you?”

Renge blushed, letting her eyes drift to his chest. She spotted a new bruise mottling on his collarbone. “My ex-boyfriend.”

“Exactly.”

Hikaru released her wrists and watched as they fell to her side, like all the resistance had been sucked out of her. “Every time I fight with him, it’s because he said something bad about you. And then he started saying stuff about me fighting for you, so I just can’t win. I just have a lot of motivation and a lot of anger.”

“Why do you care so much what he says about me?” she asked, still not meeting his eyes.

“Because it was some bad stuff, Ren,” he said. “And I know we haven’t always gotten along, but you’re my friend, and I’m not gonna stand there and while he calls you a ‘fucking French whore who screws every guy she meets.’”

She swung at him, but he blocked, whining, “Hey, he said it, not me!”

When he put his hands down, she was shaking, with rage and sadness and something that looked an awful lot like determination in her eyes. “Bold of him to call me a whore when he’s the one who cheated.” Her hands ball into fists, and her eyes scanned him again--with a less medical glare, this time, and more of a vengeance. “And he did this to you?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll be back.”

“Wait!”

Hikaru grabbed her by the back of her shirt and suddenly realized exactly how Mori must have felt watching him fight it out on the academic lawn. Renge’s feet scrambled on the tile, but he held her in place, dragged her back in front of him to block her path. “What, so you’re going to go fight him now since he fought me?”

“That’s not a good enough reason?” she pouted.

“No, but…” Hikaru rubbed the back of his neck. “You were just lecturing me about fighting him. Seems a little hypocritical to me, Ren.”

“Don’t use words you don’t understand,” she huffed, leaning back against the wall. She didn’t fight him when he leaned in closer, securely caging in her body. “You were just defending my honor. Let me do the same.”

“Mori dragged me out of the fight, so I’d say he fucked them up good enough,” Hikaru said, and his heart thumped especially hard when she laughed. Oh God, it was like the tinkling of a bell, cool and clear and exactly what he imagined confectioner’s sugar to sound like. He felt himself dragged with a current, down the slope of a well, but he didn’t mind; he looked into her eyes and allowed the feeling to bouy him along. If he weren’t bleeding, he might have just kissed her, but he didn’t need her slap adding to his injuries.

Renge’s breath hitched when he leaned closer, resting his forearm parallel above her head. She was so busy in high school that she never noticed how soft his eyes were, almost golden, like the rising sun over a field of wheat. It reminded her of mornings on her family’s country estate, when she would meditate and do yoga and drink tea while the world quietly joined her in consciousness, when everything was soft and drowsy. Such beautiful eyes, bruised and marred and bloodied for her.

“Renge, I--”

“Don’t,” she whispered, lacking her usual venom. “Let’s enjoy what we have right now.”

Hikaru bit his lip, immediately regretting it as the pain surged back through him. When Renge laughed again, he couldn’t help it; he leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers, drinking in that sweet, drawled perfume that he so often used to make fun of her for wearing. She smelled like a doll, but she was anything but--smart, outspoken, a firecracker all wrapped up in that pretty pink bow.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, lowering his hand to her hair without thinking. He caressed the silky locks, trailing his fingers down to touch her temple, tucking the stray hairs behind her ear. “And so soft.”

“You know I’m anything but soft,” she grumbled, but his touch was warm, and like a moth to a flame, she went to him, brushed her knuckles against the bruises on his collarbone. If it hurt him, he gave no indication; from the way he was looking at her, an asteroid could have hit earth and he probably wouldn’t have noticed.

“Sound pretty soft right now.”

Renge rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

“Gonna make me?”

Never one to turn down a challenge, Renge pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him, as gently as she could manage. In an attempt to avoid his wound, her mouth only landed on half of his, but he could still taste the cinnamon on her breath, the stickiness of her lip gloss on his skin. Some hell of a first kiss, but at least it was a kiss, so he didn’t mind.

He ran his hands up her sides, tickling her ribs above her shirt. She broke the kiss with a giggle, bumping his nose with his as she threw her head back in laughter. What a beautiful sight he had there, all at the expense of a busted lip and a bruised eye.

“Remind me to get in a fight more often, if this is the payoff I get,” he whispered, grinning at her pointed glare.

“Don’t you dare,” she ordered. “You need to let this lip heal so I can give you a proper kiss.”

Hikaru raised an eyebrow. “That wasn’t a proper kiss?”

“No.” Renge lowered her eyes back to his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him back in. “Once you’re healed, I’ll show you how the French really kiss.”

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Kofi & Commission

[katberk]

Can u do dream x (f) reader (in game) where they fight together and reader is the onky thing that dream cares about and tommy and everyone use that. They kidnaps reader and try to get the dics and dream is really hopeless and don’t know what to do

Lost Lovers

Dream x fem reader

In game au

Y/N was special, she was a girl who ruled with her lover, a girl who helped people but also caused chaos. She was special to one man especially, and that man was Dream.

The so called “leader” of their world, the creator of all life and meaning. With this power there was always people out there that wanted him dead, they just needed a plan.

It was early in the morning with the sun rising slowly up into the sky. The lights peeked through the curtains and illuminated a yellow glow to the surface. There laid the man of the hour getting up after a long deserved nap, the only strange thing that he noticed was the lack of company he always had next to him. Y/N was gone!

Dream waisted no time jolting up and out the room. Mask being placed, axe and shield in hand he raced out the door. “What the?” He was stopped by a note flapping in the wind.

Dear Dream,

Do not fret, Y/N is safe! We just needed her for some questioning and maybe some ransom! If you wanna see her, just follow the path in front of you and don’t forget those bloody dics...the real ones this time!

Tick took, Tommyinnit

The letter had dirt and dyed blood surrounding the corners, each letter having the thought of venom when being written down.

“God damnit! That stupid child!” Dream crumpled the paper and threw in on the ground. “I got no choice so I?! Hehe, fine.” Dream made him way over to where they were keeping Y/N.... in the remains of L’Manberg.

They were stupid enough to get on Dream’s bad side, but kidnapping his girlfriend and doing god knows is unforgivable! He was ready to slice anyone’s head off if need too, he was ready to get blood all over his hands and kill, he was ready to fight to stay superior.

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“I don’t know anything! Just let me go! Please!” The h/c blurted up in tears. “I just wanna go home Tommy! This is insane!” There were cuts and bruises littered all over her body, some from falling over and others from the ropes and swords.

Tommy looked hurt, he didn’t want to kill you at all! That was the last thing on his mind, he just wanted the dics and he’ll leave, just two dics for a life right?! He signed and tugged at his blond locks. “I just need my bloody dics back Y/N! That’s all I want and all I need! If Dream really loves you then he’ll bring the real ones!” He was hysterical, tired, desperate.

All you could do now is wait for your boyfriend to come and recuse you... and recuse you he did.

🌸UwU sorry about that! I did a little oops!

🌸I’m thinking of making a part 2! I just wanted to get the request and base to it out! Thanks for requesting!