#i love a man who's pathetic and covered in blood <3

[jeysuso]

#something something steve harrington bloodied and bruised #something something stroke his hair after licking him clean

[morepeachyogurt]

i love you, i do, but i cannot fucking stomach you

1. richard siken | 2. david foster wallace | 3. slavoj žižek | 4. x? | 5. succession, jesse armstrong. gif by @lesbiankendall | 6. orla gartland | 7. trista mateer | 8. ilya repin | 9. iain thomas | 10. thoroughbreds, cory finley | 11. yrsa daley-ward |

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1. sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them

2. [in red highlight] everything i’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.

3. [white text on a background of a field] A FRIEND HAS TO BE OUTSIDE MY REACH, BEYOND MY GRASP. AND THERE CAN BE NO FRIENDSHIP WITH SOMEONE WHOM I AM NOT READY TO BETRAY: A FRIEND IS SOMEONE I CAN BETRAY WITH LOVE.

4. Long before Caesar and Brutus were lessons, they were friends. // They played with stick swords in their kingdom of trees // and dressed up in crowns of flowers // and painted mud on each other's faces. // The pair was often found walking down dirt roads, // Caesar stomping proud and tall, // and Brutus- step by step- placing his feet into the footprints left behind. // Caesar grew into a strong Roman man. // Brutus grew into Caesar's shoes. // They walked to a wishing well and they threw in their weapons // and Caesar whispered a prophecy: // "We live and die together." // The day before the slaughter, Brutus took pause. // He turned to Caesar and thought // "I'll love you twice as hard today to make up // for tomorrow," // and they stayed up and played cards on the kitchen floor. // It wasn't until the next morning that Brutus realized how cold the tile was. // Life and death are not mutually exclusive. // When Caesar died, so did Brutus, in the sense that he never really lived again. // In the present, when someone mentions one of them, // they seldom exclude mention of the other.

5. a scene from succession. the characters kendall and stewy are in a dimly lit alley, one walks away from the other while saying “you’re my third oldest friend. you fucked me like a tied goat. we’re great.”

6. I'm not happy if you're not happy // And swear that you're always sad // You're pathetic, I resent it // When you're down, it hurts so bad

7. I've gotten so good about not flinching at the sound of your name that people don't know I'd still throw myself mouth-open into the ocean for the chance to drown somewhere you might see it.

8. the painting ‘Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivana’. it depicts a man holding another man who is bleeding profusely from his head.

9. there are a million ways to bleed, but you are by far my favorite.

10. scene from the movie thoroughbreds. a character lays crying wrapped around her friend, she is covered in blood, her friend is unconscious.

11. [in pink highlight] and be wary of friends, yeah? they are the ones who kill you, in the end.

[poeticpascal]

White Lies (Joel Miller x Reader)

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Summary: Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: violence, Joel kills 3 dudes (what murdaaah?), descriptions of blood and wounds, stitches, Joel feels guilt and shame but is also very soppy and very in love, fuff and angst all tangled up, descriptions of chronic pain

A/n: I have had a bloody nightmare the last few weeks with suspected endometriosis, which is what inspired me to write this. In my head, reader has endo and the medicine is some sort of contraception or strong painkillers to help her manage it. But it isn't explicitly mentioned so you can imagine whatever you most relate to. Please do let me know what you think, and as always, requests are open!

It’s a harsh winter, even by Boston’s standards.

The QZ is coated in a veil of thick snow, the blizzard that took hold weeks ago now bruising the streets with an icy fist.

Joel pulls his coat tighter around himself, grateful at least for the cover the snowstorm offered, the skies foggy and grey. He can slip through the alleyways much quicker, much quieter beneath the frost. His footsteps are erased almost as soon as he leaves them, and when things get messy, he can soothe his wounds in the freeze.

Which is good, because things get messy a lot.

Not that he’d tell you that. You were too pure, too gentle; not unlike the snow that paints your doorframe now.

No, Joel keeps those things from you. The world has been unkind enough, and if he has one purpose now, it’s to protect that sweetness of yours. To collect it, each golden ray of sunshine that so easily radiates from you, to give it back and let you bask in the warmth of your own soul. 

No one deserves it more than you do. Least not him, and yet you’d given him more love, more sweetness, than he could ever dream of.

That’s why he told you he was working a late shift today - sewage, he thinks he said - rather than where he actually is at 3am, catching his death in an old littered alleyway.

He occasionally shifts to avoid the silver moonlight dripping from the gaps in the fire-escape stairs above him. Tonight’s meeting should be a simple one, free from FEDRA’s strict patrols; he’d done this long enough now to know when, and where, was safest for these things.

He stays on high alert, though. Just in case.

Marco’s late. He isn’t known for being the most competent of dealers, but Joel was getting desperate now, and he was the only crook in the QZ who could get what he needed. He was a small man, a bit pathetic looking, really. But he was smart, and he had connections that even Joel couldn’t make for all his smuggling and dealing.

So when Joel’s supplier told him he couldn’t help him anymore, he didn’t have a choice. That’s what he tells himself, anyway.

“Miller, there ya’ are.” Joel’s snapped out of his thoughts, his looming regret of this whole situation, as Marco strolls down the alley. He grins, in the same cocky way he always did, the sort of grin a man who couldn’t win a fight but has enough men who could wrapped around his finger, doing the dirty work for him.

Joel insisted he come alone. Not because he couldn’t handle his goons; he knew he could. Maybe. But it would cause a scene, and draw attention, to something he very much wanted to keep under wraps.

He’s semi-surprised to see the two men walking behind Marco. Deep down, he’d had some faith that the dealer would stick to his word.

“Quiet the fuck down,” Joel warns, seething through his teeth as his eyes search the alley behind them, making sure they hadn’t been heard. “Who are your friends?”

Marco follows Joel’s gaze towards his companions. “They’re just here to observe.”

The men are the same height as Joel, maybe a little taller. He recognises both from the sleazy speakeasies that lie beneath the floors of the QZ. Where the bad guys go. 

One is bald, with a jagged scar carved across his cheek and over his eye. He’s scowling, unlike Marco and the other man, who looks somewhat softer with thick hair grown to his shoulders and brown eyes that stayed on Joel like bedrock.

“That’s not what we agreed,’ Joel growls.

There’s tension in the air, thick, and they must feel it too because Marco’s henchmen each have a hand hovering near their sides, where silver blades reflect the white of the snow.

“I recall us also agreeing that you’d get your meds in return for the money. But we’re doing things a little differently today.” Joel remains stoic, though his eyes turn dark and angry, the moon’s light no longer illuminating his features. Marco tiptoes slowly towards him, getting so close that Joel can feel his breath and raising a hand to pick a piece of lint from his flannel shirt. “I want my money. But you might have to wait a little longer for your meds.”

Joel reacts then, squaring up to him, stepping forward and clenching his fists. The other men wrap their hands around their blades, anticipating a fight. Marco just laughs.

“‘Scuse me?” Joel asks, though they all know he understood what was going on.

“You’re gonna give me the amount we agreed. And then, you’re gonna speak to one of your guard friends, and cut me a deal. Then you might get your meds.”

Joel’s anger swells inside him like a beast, his previous care to stay hidden long gone as he imagines driving his fist into Marco’s smug, son of a bitch face again and again and again. 

He has to think this through, though. He needs those meds. Marco can see the cogs turning. “Just give me the money, Miller. Don’t make this difficult. You can’t take three of us.”

“No?” Joel retorts, already decided in what he’d do next. “I don’t think it’s worth findin’ out. Give me the meds.”

Marco sighs, dropping his head and stepping away from Joel, leaving him to face his men. “Shame, Joel. You really coulda helped us.”

He nods to his men, who immediately draw their blades and attack. The first lands a punch on his face, the weight of it surprising him as he falls back into the railing. Before he can recover, the other has already plunged a blade through his stomach, right below his ribcage. He controls himself, swallows the yell that claws its way up his throat, tries to think. The cold steel of the rail stabs into his back, and when another fist collides with his cheek and sends him to the floor, he uses it to haul himself up and tackle one of the men - the softer one - to the ground with him.

Marco only stands and watches as Joel throws his weight onto the man and smashes his head into the stone floor. The other grabs his shoulder, spinning him round but Joel’s prepared this time and he dodges the swat of his knife. Instead he throws a punch into his stomach, making him double over which gives Joel the opportunity to grab the knife strapped to his calf and drive it through the bald man’s throat. He stumbles, collapsing to the floor with a choked cry, and Joel turns back just in time to see the other man trying to stand, though the injury to his head makes him dizzy. Joel stands first, easily pushing the man to the ground, and stomping on his head with as much force as his steel-toed boots would let him. Both men stay down.

Marco has regressed into the darkness of the alley, and he looks somehow smaller than usual. He’s pathetic, and if this was any other job, he’d laugh. But this wasn’t a laughing matter, and there was only one target for him; the medication.

The smaller man reaches into his pocket, searching for his gun, but Joel anticipates the move and has already reached him and thrown him against the wall before he can find it. His movements strain the wound in his abdomen, but he doesn’t care. Doesn’t feel it.

Joel’s fist pins Marco to the wall by his throat, making him splutter and flail like a fish out of water.

“Where are the fuckin’ pills, Marco?” He just continues to flail, trying to pull Joel’s hand off of him with both of his own, to no effect. Joel scoffs, throwing him to the floor and dragging his knife out of the now dead henchman’s neck. “If you won’t tell me, I guess I’ve got no use for ya.” He uses his shirt to clean the blade, the flannel already soaked in blood, his own.

“For fuck sake, Marco whines, slightly out of breath. “They’re at my place.”

“There anyone else there?” Joel asks, so nonchalantly that it almost sounds like a passing thought.

“No, no one there. But you’ll need me to get you in.”

Joel looks up again, the now-clean knife held in his fist with a vice-like grip. He stalks towards Marco, ignoring his desperate pleas. 

“Shouldn’t be a problem-” 

With that, he stabs him in the chest, letting him choke and gasp on the floor and searching his pockets for a key. He finds it, and does a quick, final survey of the alleyway. The once perfectly settled snow is disturbed, kicked up in the fight, and deeply stained with blood.

Joel curses, but leaves, only now noticing the burning pain from his torso. He leans against the wall, now stood out in the street, open; but there are no guards. He doesn’t think he’d care. Instead he grabs a fistful of the snow around his feet, packs it into the wound, hissing at the sharp pain of the ice but quickly feeling relief as it numbs him.

This was going to be a long night.

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It’s another couple of hours or so before he returns. There were, in fact, people at Marco’s place - but Joel knew that would be the case anyway. They weren’t a problem.

He’d showered in Marco’s flat, after taking out the men hanging out in there. Protecting it, he assumed. And he’d found a med pack that let him stitch up the wound to some degree; it was a hack job, but it should do the trick. He’d had worse.

The most important thing was that he found the meds.

The old door of your place creaks as he steps inside, quickly closing it behind him before the cold could enter. It’s futile, really; the wooden pillars are rotten, decaying so badly that the wind sweeps through the cracks with ease, and he can see dustings of snow on the floor around your windows. But he tries anyway.

“Joel?”

There you are.

It’s scary, honestly, what your voice does to him. Even so quiet, so distant from the bedroom upstairs, it lifts the weight from his shoulders that he thought he’d carry forever.

“I’m here, baby. I’m comin’.” He pulls off his shoes, placing them neatly beside the door just how you like, and heads upstairs. His bloodied shirt is long gone, buried in some forgotten corner of the QZ, where he has a collection of discarded items by now.

You don’t reply, he doesn’t expect you to. He reaches your bedroom, gently opening the door and sighing at the sight of you lying there, curled up between mountains of sheets and pillows.

He’d almost think you look peaceful if he didn’t know how much pain you’re in.

“Oh, honey,” he laments, crossing the distance from the door to you and kneeling down beside your head. You open your eyes, though they’re weighed down by exhaustion, and a small smile creeps onto your lips at the sight of the man before you.

“Hi,” you whisper, letting a gentle hand poke out from the duvet and brush his jaw. He can’t help but grin back at you, the total mess that took place just hours ago wiped from his mind completely, and he leans into your touch.

The both of you just stay like that for a moment, your thumb sweeping across his cheek, his eyes never leaving yours. Then you wince, and no matter how much you try to hide it, he can see the wave of pain inflict your body.

“I’ve got your tablets, sweetheart.” He reaches into his pocket, a desperation to his actions now; he hates seeing you like this. You just nod, pushing a meek but honest “thank you” past your lips, so quiet that he almost doesn’t hear it. His heart swells.

Joel presses out one tablet and hands it to you, then picks up the glass of water that stands on your side table, making a mental note to replace it later. You take the pill, grabbing hold of his hand before he can pull it away, and give it a gentle squeeze. He follows your lead and tips the water to your lips once you’ve placed the tablet on your tongue, gently helping you swallow and squeezing your hand right back.

A look of relief washes over your face, and he finally lets himself relax. He stands, letting go of your hand and leaning over to kiss your forehead, before pulling off the clothes he’d taken from Marco’s wardrobe and climbing in beside you.

He only knew heaven in these moments with you, late at night, when your hands reach for him beneath the sheets and your head nuzzles into his neck. It’s no different tonight; he’s quiet, unsure if you’d fallen asleep in those few seconds, and as much as he wishes you’d rest, he can’t deny the way his lips curl when he feels your gentle touch wrap around him.

“How was today? Doing the sewage?”

Joel swallows. “Yeah, yeah. It was fine. Don’t you worry about it, sweetheart.” His arms envelop you, holding you tight against him, one hand drawing gentle circles on your back. He’s lost in the bliss for a moment, letting it wash over him in waves, when your hand brushes his haphazard and you freeze. So does he.

“Joel,” you say; it’s still a whisper, but not the tired kind you’d given him earlier. It’s like you’re too scared to ask. “What’s that?”

He panics, holding you tighter, trying to think. He can’t believe himself for not remembering to cover it, to make sure you didn’t see. 

“There was an accident today. I did some building work before I went to sewage, a pipe fell. Nicked me real bad-” you gasp, forcing yourself to sit up with shaky arms. Joel immediately pulls you back down, his hands grasping your face, staring into your eyes like they held the world inside them. It’s dark, but they glimmer, and he just hopes you can’t see his fear.

“No no. It’s fine, baby. I’m fine. Got seen by the doc, got a couple ‘a stitches. Says i’ll be all good by tomorrow.”

“By tomorrow? Joel that doesn’t sound right-”

He interrupts you. He hates this. “I promise, baby. That’s what she said. I promise.” He wipes a thumb across your cheek, and the way you seem to settle, to believe him, makes him ache. He hates this.

You nuzzle back into his side, placated. You trust him, endlessly, and he hates that he abuses that trust just as much as he needs to protect you. A means to an end, he thinks.

The two of you are silent for a few moments, your hand lay gentle over his wound. Like you’re trying to heal it. He thinks it’s working.

“Thank you for picking up my medicine,” you say.

“It’s okay.” His words are quiet, muffled; he’s got his face buried in your hair now, revelling in your scent, and really, he doesn’t want to talk about this with you. He doesn’t want to lie anymore than he already has.

You’re still oblivious, though. Still sweet.

“I’m so glad you can make my rations cover it. I don’t know what I’d do if they made them more expensive.”

Oh, babygirl, he thinks.

Because your rations don’t cover your medicine. Neither did his. Even combined, they’d hardly cover a drink in the bar these days. He’d seen you work and work and work, in spite of the pain that bloomed in your abdomen and tortured your bones until you could hardly stand up anymore, and he saw the way they laughed in your face and turned you away when you tried to get the help you needed. When you tried to trade your labour for medicine. You were nothing to them.

So he told you he could barter the price down. That it was best if he goes from now on, to make sure you’re not taken advantage of. He takes your rations, stuffs them right back in the savings pot you keep above the shelves in your kitchen, and leaves to make whatever underground deals he needs to in order to get those meds. And you didn’t know a thing.

He must’ve been quiet for a while, because you continue. “And I’m glad you don’t do those scary things anymore.”

That gets his attention. “Scary things?”

“Yeah. Like, the smuggling and stuff.” You take a breath, tighten your arms around his waist. “I mean, I know why you did it. I’m glad you were able to look after yourself.”

Joel curses to himself, unable to wipe the tears that brimmed in his eyes as you spoke, because that would mean letting go of you.

“But I’m also glad you don’t do that anymore. You go out, and you work, even the horrible sewage shifts like tonight.” You giggle, but Joel can’t even force himself to smile. Shame consumes him.

“I’m proud of you, Joel.”

He’s silent. He doesn’t know what to say. He feels like shit.

If you notice his stillness, you don’t mention it. That alone makes his heart ache; you’d always been so understanding, so careful to make sure he’s okay while knowing exactly how to handle his feelings.

It’s odd, really, how fiercely you protect one another. He doesn’t let the darkness of the world so much as touch you, and you extract the horrors from his veins like a vacuum, making him forget the damage was ever even there.

His eyes flitter down, watching you drift asleep, finally at peace and free from pain. He exhales.

He’d never feel good about lying to you. But some things, he thinks, are worth it.

You are worth it.

And so he brushes away the hair that’s fallen over your eyes, trying to fight the droopiness of his own so he can keep them on you for just a second longer. But sleep overtakes him, and the only reason he lets himself fall into dreamland, is because he knows he’ll find you there, too.

[costelloschoice]

I absolutely adore your fics and was thinking about a Yandere Mizu fanfic idea (if you like the idea as well of course) Keep up the good work you're amazing 🥰💜

-Thank you for the request, i made a little something short yet sweet <3 -sorry it took so long, I managed to fuck up my legs by falling from ice (don't ask) so i've been focusing on feeling better :}

Red Means I Love You Yandere!Mizu x fem!reader -warnings: toxic behavior, possessive over reader -hope you enjoy :]

She never felt this way about anyone else. It was scary.

Mizu believed that love wasn't for her. Love was harsh to her, least till you came along. You were such a breath of fresh air, a beautiful rose in a garden of weeds. And she wanted your sweetness all to herself.

You were like a small deer. A fragile and gentle being. Something so pure and sweet, weak and defenseless. So pretty up close but easily scared…Yet she managed to get close to this deer. And you didn’t run away…In fact you decided to come closer to her. She was a hunter, killing many, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t appreciate your beauty.

She thought she had a little crush on you. I mean, you were so nice to her and showed her kindness that she always dreamed of. But seeing how Taigen would try to flirt with you, made her feel an unbridled rage. How the hell does this man think he is? First, he has Akemi and now you? No. He doesn’t get to have who ever he wants. Maybe because of Mizu’s childhood he tortured her, but he doesn’t deserve a girl like you.

Mizu would Taigen away, threating him to stay away from you. That Mizu knows men like him will use someone as beautiful as you. Everything about you was perfect, Mizu couldn't find a flaw if she tried. It seems like you've stolen her heart from her. Taigen would get offended and walk away. Like a buck trying to win over a doe deer but failing due to the human the deer was so close to.

In her eyes, no one could be around you or talk to you for too long. She would barely let Taigen speak to you and Ringo was allowed to talk to you and only to help you with an injuries.

When Boss Hamata sent his men to attack Mizu and the women at the tea house, she tried to protect you the best she could. You refused to stay in the basement and help Mizu fight against the corrupted boss and his men. She told you to stay back and hide with the rest...but of course you didn't listen.

You were a foolish girl, but like all humans, we make mistakes.

You were on the ground, bloodied and you tried to stop the man’s katana from going into you. From the blood spots, it looks like you were getting weaker and weaker by the second and wouldn’t be able to last any longer. You were a poor, helpless baby dear against the big bad wolf…You couldn’t find this man off alone. It was pathetic, but in a cute way.

Mizu, trying to have a grip on the situation, immediately went after the man. Ripping the man off of you before stabbing him repeatedly. She was the hunter who took the wolf down to protect her doe deer. She didn’t care if he was dead, she just kept stabbing till her anger subsided.

Now covered in this man’s blood, she turns to see you. You looked petrified. She thought it was because of the man but really it was because of her. She was used to everyone looking at her that way…but your gaze hurt the most. Her deer was surely to run off in the woods and never been seen again from her.

“Oh my dove..” Mizu spoke, moving to you. Her bloody hand caressed your cheek. The smell of iron was thick and heavy, making you flinch and gag internally. You were disgusted by these actions, her violent and ruthless killing. Yes he hurt you but at some point it’s uncalled for….but bigger shouldn’t be choicers.

“You’re safe..” she whispered, placing a kissing to your forehead. A red lip print on your forehead. It felt so wrong but nice after your near death experience.

“My small doe…You’re mine to protect..” she whispered into your skin, continuing to place kisses on your forehead.

“You’re mine.”

She said with aggression present in her tone. You just nodded, what else could you do? She could easily hurt you is you protested. You didn’t wish to die at the hands of your protector.

“I’m yours…”

“All mine..” she mumbled. Mizu caressed the soft hair of her doe deer, calming down the easily frightened creature. She perfect, sweet, weak and fragile deer now safe in her arms again, where she belongs.

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅

I'm already deciding on part 3, so don't bother asking for it! do feel free to send in suggestions, characters for her to end up with, etc.

find part 1 here.

summary - after your breakup with steve, you change, no longer wanting to deal with your emotions. after months of your team not hearing from or seeing you, they decide to track you down.

warning - angst, death.

the gif and header I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

The Avengers were worried. Your friends and family were concerned. Hell, even your asshole of an ex was worried. It has been months since anyone had seen or heard from you, not since the day of the gathering. The house you and Steve used to live in was burnt to a crisp. Nothing was left. You had just disappeared. Steve ended up getting a couple of bruises and some broken bones that healed from your friends. They knew he was the reason for this.

You stood there, covered in blood and surrounded by dead bodies. You had been minding your own business, wanting to grab some food and return to your cabin, but these men. Oh, these men. Why did they have to think they were better than you? Why couldn’t they have minded their own business and left you alone? Was their entire species built on invading a woman’s life? Could they not just fuck off. You were so annoyed, looking around at the pathetic beings that lay bloody and lifeless. “Men.” You growl quietly before bending down to grab your bags full of food and return to where you call home. You guess this could be a time to think about everything you have done and that has happened. 

Sure, burning your house down was probably a bit over the top. But you wanted to get rid of the memory of Steve, and that was the only thing you could think of at the time. Some may call you childish or crazy for how you dealt with your emotions, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care anymore. You had spent years in a relationship with a man who was stuck in the past, who had thought you were only meant to cook, clean and bear his children. Steve didn’t really love you, he just wanted to use you, and it took him behaving like a child and throwing a tantrum for you to see he wasn’t meant for you.

It doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun. In the end, you did love him. He did have a piece of your heart. The woman inside of you was grieving and hurting. She begged you to forgive him, make him see you were meant for him. But you were stronger than her. You know that no man could ever treat you like that. You know he wasn’t right for you, and you were on a war path. You groaned as you walked up the stairs and onto your porch. Making your way into your house, you walk past everything and to the kitchen, where you place the bags down. “Hello, people who do not live here.” You hum, facing your old team members, who look shocked as you are covered in blood. 

“Y/n?” Nat steps forward, looking you up and down, trying to determine if the blood is yours. You nod, digging into the bag and pulling out your food. You reach over and grab a fork as you begin to dig in. 

“That’s my name.” You give a sarcastic smile, chewing on your food. Your eyes move over everyone before focusing on your ex. “What’s he doing here? I thought you were too busy finding someone else to put up with your shit? Ya know…” You jump up onto the counter, swinging your legs as you glare. “Someone who would make a better mother than I would.” You smile before stuffing more food into your mouth, humming at its taste. 

Tony tilts his head, making his way over to you, unafraid. “You’ve changed.” His eyes move over your face, and yours connect with him. He smiles. “I like it.” He pulls you into a hug, “I missed you, kid.” You smile, patting his back.

“Missed you too, dumbass.” He pulls back, and the rest of the Avengers make their way over to hug you, letting you know how much they’ve missed you and how worried they’ve been. “So… Whatcha doing here? I won’t ask how you found me because that’d be a stupid question.” 

“As we said, we were worried.” Nat tilts her head, “were you attacked?” You shrug, chewing your food more. “Y/n?”

“Sorta, I guess? I don’t know. Men don’t know how to mind their business.” Your focus moves to the container in your hand, barely noticing the looks they give each other. “Yes, I killed them, and it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Not that big of a deal?! You murdered people! See, this is why I said what I said.” Steve growls, staring you down as he tries to make you uncomfortable. 

“What is it, asshole day?” You groan, tilting your head back as you feel a headache form. “Yes, Steven. I murdered people, and again, you’ve stated I wouldn’t be a good mother. How about you get over that?” You hum, shovelling more food into your mouth as you stare at him without emotion. You point your fork at him. “Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you're the problem? Maybe you're the one who wouldn’t make a good parent? I mean, let’s face it, you have issues. You can’t even keep anything good in your life, and when you do find something good, you try and destroy it because you are so self-absorbed.” You roll your eyes, ignoring how some team members chuckle as you tear the retired Captain a new one. “You think you're better than any of us? You’ve killed, too. You’ve done worse. So what if I did the world a favour and took out some pathetic men? What are you going to do? What is worse than you ripping my heart out like I meant nothing to you?” You place the food down, hop off the counter and approach him with a glare. 

And the dumbass decides to open his mouth. “Well, if you want my opinion–” 

“I don’t.” Your glare hardens, jaw clenching as you stop yourself from killing him, especially in front of your friends and family. “I have my own.” Everyone’s breath hitches when you step closer to the towering man. “Now, if you don’t mind. I don’t want trash in my house, so I suggest you find the door before I set you on fire.” You growl lowly, sending shivers up everyone’s spines before you turn and go into your bathroom, needing to get the blood of the useless off of you. 

Once you finish showering and changing into comfier clothes, you return and stop when you notice everyone bar one, still here. “Oh, you guys didn’t leave?” You look over and see Wanda preparing a feast in your kitchen while everyone else makes themselves at home around your cabin. You look around to make sure Steve isn’t hiding around a corner. “Huh, I guess trash does know how to take itself out.” Your head turns as you hear Tony laugh, nearly falling out of his seat.

“Oh, kid. You don’t know how much I missed you and your sarcasm.” He sips the very expensive whiskey that you may or may not have stolen from him. “Morgan’s missed you too, especially how you’d teach her your sarcastic ways.” You smile softly, accepting a glass from Natasha as she walks up to you. 

“I’ve missed her too. I’m sorry for not rushing over when she got hurt.” You take a sip, leaning into Natasha as she wraps an arm around you. 

Tony shrugs. “It’s not your fault. Don’t apologise. She had help plus. She isn’t even your kid. You shouldn’t have to apologise for not rushing to someone else’s kid.” He rubs his forehead, “It’s not your job to do that. Sure, when you are on the field. I get it because that’s our job.” Tony points at you. “Don’t let Captain tightass get to you. You’d be a wonderful mother.” 

You smile, “Thanks, Tony. Always one for wise words.” You smile when Wanda comes around and kisses your cheek softly, mentioning that dinner’s ready. You all head over to the table and sit down, feeling a pair of eyes on you. You turn and notice Bucky staring at you with a soft smile. “What’s up, Buck?” 

He shakes his head, “nothing. I just want you to know that I tried talking some sense into him, and when he didn’t listen and we found out the truth of your disappearance, we kicked his ass.” You giggle, shaking your head at the image. Bucky flashes a proud smile at making you laugh. He’s happy you’re smiling and loves his best friend, but Steve didn’t deserve someone like you. You deserved the world, and he knew the rest of the team was thinking it.

“Thank you, you guys didn’t have to do that. I know you’ve known him longer than you’ve known me, but I appreciate the love you’ve shown me.” You thank them, feeling loved even though deep down you feel broken. Once dinner was over, they said their goodbyes and left, promising that they’ll come and see you again. You were left alone once again. Left in your thoughts as the broken woman inside you pounded against your heart, she wanted out. She wanted to cry and grieve the relationship you once had. But anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt. You walked into your bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror. The person staring back at you wasn’t who Steve had left. She was different. “How could you have been so stupid?” You spoke to her, watching her mouth move like yours did. “Why did you fall for him?! Why did you give your heart over?!” You screamed, your fist flying forward and shattering the glass. 

You were better off alone. Maybe one day you could open your heart again, and maybe one day you’ll find the person right for you. But right now, you needed to find yourself, find the woman you were without him. 

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part 3

[denileisariver]

pairing: batman aka bruce wayne x f!reader

summary: in which batman mistakes you for a prostitute, so might as well give him a treat, right?

warnings: no actual smut :(, mentions of non-con but nothing actually happens, implied age gap, no physical descriptions of reader besides having hair long enough to pull, reader doesn't make the best decisions, readers' also probably touch starved with attachment issues but that's okay twin <3

a/n: poorly paced just like everything else i write :) might make a part 2, idk yet :/

you never thought you'd end up here..

yea right, who were you kidding? dressing up in tight shirts and mini skirts, stumbling around gotham in pleaser heels you could barely walk in. you were surprised this hasn't happened sooner.

you'd always been cat-called and hollered at by desperate horny men, looking to get their dicks wet. guess this time, one of them finally got sick of you not ever giving it up.

rubble crunches beneath you, whatever nasty grime on the street of the empty alleyway staining your skin when you're forced onto your knees. dirty hands pull and grab onto your hair to hold you in place. you feel like screaming, but you're frozen, like a deer in headlights.

"c'mon bitch, show me what you got,"

you whimper a bit at one of his painful tugs, tears threatening to well up. you're sure you look pathetic right now, letting this stranger contort your body to his will, not even putting up a fight. and he seems to get off on it, too. one of his free hands begin to pull down the zipper at the seat of his pants, a disgusting, toothy grin on his face that you wish you could smack off of him.

"so glad i met you tonight, love, or else i woulda missed the perfect opportunity to ruin your pretty little cu-" his words are cut off from him, those large wretched hands pulled off of you before you could even blink.

that's when you see him. angry and seething, beating the man that was just about to violate you damn near half to death. batman, knocking in the teeth of the sad man whose pleading for his life like he wasn't just about to ruin yours.

you're stuck in place, just watching, until his face is unrecognizable, dripping with his own blood. it's only then that he finally stops to look at you.

"it's okay, you're safe now."

his voice in low, something deep from his chest that sends chills down your spine. he towers over you, still knelt on the ground from shock, lending out a gloved hand that was still covered in your assailants blood. and you take it.

"are you hurt?" just mentally, you think. when you don't respond immediately, his eyes scan over your body, noticing the scrape on your knee, and you notice it the same time he does.

"i'm fine.. thank you," it's the first thing you say to him. this moment will be forever ingrained in your memory. ever since you were a little girl, you've heard stories of batman. the man who patrolled these streets every damn night, made criminals live in fear, and protected the helpless. you never thought you'd be standing face to face with him.

"it's dangerous, you shouldn't be working these streets this time of night," he grumbles, handing you crumbled up cash that you assume belongs to the man he just beat the shit out of. it isn't yours, but you don't tell batman that, and hesitantly stuff the dollars in your purse. wait.. working these streets? what's that supposed to mean?

your eyes flick up to him in confusion, and that's when you realize. oh.. he thinks you're a sex worker. you guess you shouldn't be surprised. i mean, who in their right mind walks around looking the way you do, a bit tipsy after leaving the bar, at three in the morning in the narrows? prostitutes, apparently. and also apparently, batman seems to think you look like one.

stunned to silence once again by him, twice in the span of less than twenty minutes, you stare up at him with your mouth hung open slightly, unsure of how to even respond to that.

"let me take care of you." is all he says when he realizes you won't add more, a surprisingly gentle hand pulling you towards the batmobile that you didn't even notice was there. your eyes focus in on his hands, and how they could easily wrap around your wrists and arms like nothing.

let me take care of you.

those words repeat in your head, soft and comforting, and you can't explain why. maybe it's cause you haven't been taken care of since you ran away from home, haven't had anyone to protect and provide for you. and you miss it. not that you ever really had much of it to begin with.

he sits you on top of the hood of the car, not even attempting to make conversation while he dresses your wound, carefully cleaning and applying ointment to the cut. his demeanor is almost in stark contrast of what it was just mere moments ago, touching you like you were a fragile glass doll, threatening to break if he applied too much pressure.

you take the small time you have around him to take a really good look at him. batman, right in front of you. a leather cowl that was covered in cuts, armor littered in bullet holes. the only skin that was available to your eyes was his mouth. you could practically feel your own mouth watering, noticing the grey hair that was seeping into his scruff. and those damn lips that looked so kissable.

no.. that isn't right. you shouldn't be lusting over this man just because he saved your life. but then again, you'd always gotten clingy towards guys who showed you the kind of attention you craved, even if you barely knew 'em. you're too caught up in your thoughts to notice him finishing up. "it's rude to stare, y'know?"

"shit, i'm sorry," you stutter out, face flushed in embarrassment. you coulda swore for a split second you saw a smirk on his face, but if it was there, it's gone before you can confirm it.

"it's fine.. let me take you home."

well, there goes that fleeting feeling of actually being taken care of. admired felt like too big of a word to describe it, but that's what it felt like, even if it was just for a couple of short minutes. you don't know why it disappoints you so much that you won't be able to see him any longer, even if it was because someone put your life at risk.

the only thing you can think about while he drives you home is how much more of it you wanted. more affection, more of someone who just cared enough to ask if you were okay, how your day was. you hear him talk about how you should take care of yourself, and it only reminds you of how earlier he assumed you were prowling the streets, looking to sell yourself for cash.

"I'm not a prostitute." you finally tell him.

the rubbery leather of his gloves strain beneath his grasp, hold tightening on the steering wheel. you can see his jaw clench a bit, and you can only assume your confession catches him by surprise. "what?" his eyes flicker over to you, looking over your skimpy outfit.

"i.. was just walking home after a night out." you explain, swallowing a bit when you notice his eyes focused on your legs probably a bit longer than intended. "and thank you.. for saving me."

he's quiet for a moment, seemingly in thought. whatever was on his mind, you'll never know, but you wanted so damn much to know. your heart aches a bit, knowing your apartment was just around the corner.

"i'm sorry that i misinterpreted that," he begins slowly, turning onto your block until the vehicle was stopped right in front of the tiny place you called home. "and you don't have to thank me." and that was the last thing he ever said to you, at least for now you hoped..

he exits the car, opening your door and helping you step out, too wobly on your own heels to stand up right. before you part ways, you make eye contact for a long moment, taking him in as much as possible before he disappeared from you completely. "goodbye, batman."

something about it is melancholic, a look in your eyes that bruce couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. he watches you enter the apartment, staying there for a couple of seconds to ensure your safety, before entering the batmobile again to finish patrol for the night.

he sits there in silence for a moment, his brain rewinding the entire interaction with you. maybe you were just feeling down because of what almost happened to you, or maybe it was something else. a part of him thought maybe you were lonely, and he only suspected that because he felt lonely too. his gaze moves over to the passenger seat where you were just mere seconds ago, and that's when he sees it.

red lace panties, sprawled out of the floor of the car.

you must've taken them off in a hurry when he was going to open your door for you. you take him by surprise for the second time this night, his hands quickly going over to grab them and inspecting the material. they're wet. the cloth is darkened and damp, slick glistening in what little light there was available.

bruce feels his cock jump in excitement at the sight, strained in the tightness of his pants. he subconsciously licks his lips, the urge to put them to his nose or even taste your juices creeping up on him, but he resists. what a naughty girl, he thinks to himself, a tiny grin forming on his face. bruce pockets them for later, looking over your apartment once more, seeing your familiar shadow in one of the windows.

no, this would definitely not be the last time you meet the batman.

[mist-see]

You don’t deserve mercy.

quaritch vs na’vi reader

After months of grieving your loved one, Neteyam, you hear gun shots. You found out spider saved his father. You make sure that he’s dead this time.

I love violence.

I have no beef for spider, he’s a good kid.

⚠️Warning ⚠️

Graphic descriptions of death, cursing, blood, the anger of losing someone, murder, and normalize women being pissed angry, violent angry. I felt like I could’ve gotten way more graphic, but for the sake of not wanting to get in trouble, I mellowed it down.

“I will bite your ear off and feed it to my ikran!” You bared your teeth, your four canines sharp and long, blood covering them as one of the ski people busted your lip before hand. Quaritch just laughs in your face.

Your anger amused him. Mostly because he knew he was going to die. It was a laughter of disappointment and rage, he was going to die, and he only got to kill one of the sullies. How pathetic of himself.

“Don’t bother having conversation with me, either kill me or get killed, we got this island surrounded with avat-ar!” Your red eyes widen, 3 sharp nails digging their way into the skin of the old man’s neck, breaking the skin.

You were strong, stronger than the na’vis they fought. You were a freak of nature, a hybrid as your mother was from the clan of ashes, father from the Omatikaya clan.

He’s read about your kind, your mother, a leader before she married outside her clan. Your anatomy was different from the rest, made you tough, but not invincible .

At this moment you were thousands of feet in the air, above the deep water it took months for you to learn. Your ikran was stable and your arrow deep inside the gut of the person who killed your Neteyam. “Do not hesitate Y/N, kill him before he kills someone else!”

Jake watches from afar, feet planted on his skimwing and emptied gun gripped in his hand.

You’re growled at this, causing another choked laugh to leave the avatars mouth. “Don’t bother.”

“Uh!-“ you gasped. The sound was brutal, the noise of the knife digging into your gut. You breath hitched, suddenly being able to taste, and smell your blood so clearly.

Tears prickling your eyes as you felt the army knife shift in your stomach. He didn’t take the arrow to his stomach lightly you suppose. Your ikran screeched, the connection between the two of you strong. She starts losing her balance, the knife you took causing her to feel it. The knife only went deeper from the movement.

How could you be so stupid? So naive to think it would be an easy job. “Weak. Just like that poor son of a bitch that came from that tree monkey down in the ocean.”

“Y/N!” Jake screamed through your ear piece as he watched your legs buckle, but never completely giving.

You would never kneel below this colonizing creature.

Quaritch heard it Crystal clear, having stole Neytiris ear piece awile ago.

“I will not die here. I will not die by the hands… of some foul demon who wants to live like us. To breathe- our air. I won’t!” You clinched your teeth, knees weak as you gripped the knife that pierced your large intestines. With a scowl, the man watched as you slowly remove the knife.

It wasn’t the size as a normal knife, no, it was bigger, meant to fit the hands of an army veteran that changed species.

Disgust on his face, he hissed, but your hand was still tight on his neck, never wavering, only getting tighter. His neck bled from the holes you made.

You stared deep into his eyes, his face close to yours, he could feel your chess grumble with a growl as the knife left you. “You can’t be that stupid kid. You’ll bleed out before you could do anything.”

“Don’t underestimate a true na’vi, demon. I am not weak. And neither was Neteyam.” Before he could even struggle to get out of your grip, you slammed him against your Ikrans back, this made her screech in complaint, her wings loosing control from the connection of your queue. she could feel everything you felt.

“If I die, Eywa will reunite me with my Neteyam. You, will go to hell, burning like the demon you are.” You hissed in his face, large blue foot pushing the arrow into his stomach more, causing him to scream.

“I will cause you to suffer.” You growled through your teeth, bloodied hands tying your rope from the end of the arrow, then forcing him to turn to his side. You grunted in pain. “Fat fuck, heavy- like the chains that will be dragging your down to your fate.” You clinched your teeth, ignoring the screams from the weak man below you as you pushed the arrow through him, until it exited his back.

“AHH- you- bITCH!” He yelled in a foreign language, assuming it was English, you scoffed. “You see us as the villain. I will kill you as such. Right in front of your traitor son who left you alive!” This caused his smaller eyes to widen, but you already tied the rope at the start of the arrow.

“Y/N- where are you- are you okay?!” Lo’ak spoke through his ear piece, out of breath. “Lo’ak! Where are you?!” Jake was quick to respond back, gun now in the ocean as he road his skimwing as fast as he could to the shore. “With mom-“

“Take her to Ronal and quickly get to y/n, she’s been stabbed!” “What?!” They yelled in your ear, but you were only focused on one thing. Revenge.

“She-ri!” You gripped onto your ikran, sending her to go above the beach, the same one you and the sullies arrived on.

You will drop him, the rope held tight in your ikrans jaws. You will rip him to shreds, the arrow more than strong enough to hold his weight, to almost rip him in half, before ending his demise.

“Just-just kill me- don’t have to- to scare the boy like that- please!” He begged, grunting from the uneven flight path She-ri flew. Poor girl was in pain, she didn’t deserve to suffer when you did.

It would be over soon.

Grabbing the old man by his braid, making his seize up in pain.

You grit your teeth, blood leaking down your stomach, soaking your loincloth as you lifted him up.

“See him demon? How confused he is, looking for his so called family, looking for you.” You whispered in his ear, red eyes glaring down at the human as he looked around the beach, not knowing where to go, what to do.

“Don’t-do this.” His voice cracked, but you didn’t care, anger, rage and pain going through you.

“You cannot protect him now. This is for the sullys. For- my love.” Tears went down your cheeks as you remembered the last breath he took, the last time his heart beat.

He was gone. And now his killer is as well.

The knife that was covered in your blood, tight in your hold. “You don’t deserve mercy.”

“Guys?! Guys?!” Spider looks around frantically, ear piece smashed yet he still tried to get some kind of connection.

Thump!

Woosh Woosh Woosh…

The human flinched from the sound, head whipping back, only to see something he wished he didn’t. Spider looks up, eyes following the loud noise of the ikran wings. The one who dropped the vet off. But it was already gone in the distance, with no one on its back as it looked for its next victim.

“Sir?…” He called out, but he knew there wasn’t any use, there wasn’t any point in calling out to the man that didn’t raise him. He could see the arrow was ripped throughout his back, the rope bloodied. But he was still his father.

“Hey… Sir!” He yelled out, naked feet hitting the hot sand as he ran to the man.

Spider grunts as he turns the sky person over, only to see a knife through his head.

Part 2>>>>>>

[merakiui]

Ooohhh that Squid game x twst post got me thinking that reader at first only got close to Floyd cause they knew their chances of winning is so low, and they needed to stick the the one guy who has the highest chances of surviving (aka our eel guy right here).

So like, reader just spend their first nights trying to get on Floyd's good side (maybe invite him to the bathroom for a round of sex or two), but then in the end it was Floyd who fell hard for reader.

(Ough, but speaking of squid game also got me thinking bout Ruggie cause that dude is sure gonna use every trick up his sleeve to win.)

AAAAA YES OMG you see the vision!!!!

Floyd and reader becoming allies!!!! <3 T_T in true shrimp and moray eel fashion, it's perfect mutualism. I think Floyd might be annoyed at first when you so obviously kiss up to him and try so pathetically to earn his approval so he'll protect you. But you must be serious if you're offering yourself to him in the bathroom, and of course he plasters you to the stall wall and fucks you like an animal in heat. >:) he's not going to say no to a good offer, especially when his shrimpy is so fun to be around. Floyd falls for you when you offer him your food and he just stares at you in disbelief as he realizes you might genuinely care for him. In the end, he forces you to take his food because he doesn't want it and also because "Shrimpy needs it more than I do."

He lightheartedly teases you for being weak, but the minute it seems like your life might be in jeopardy he's on high alert and ready to do whatever it takes to save you. <3 aaaaa he loves you so, so much!!!! And it hurts because Floyd knows your time with him is dwindling to a close, but he clings to every second he has with you, foolishly hoping the two of you can win this and live a happy life together.

Omg Ruggie!!!! He's so determined to do whatever it takes. In my eyes, he deserves the money the most, but then maybe I'm biased because I like Ruggie and believe he should be given the world hehe. He plays to win and so he's not swayed by the others' sob stories. Everyone's here because their life sucks and they're suffering financially; that's just how it is, but he has a grandmother he wishes to return to and he needs this money more than he's ever needed anything before. And he has such a high chance at winning because he's so resourceful and cunning. The sheer determination of one hyena.... orz

Also, Azul as Sang-woo?????? They're both so calculating and cutthroat..... maybe it's also because they both wear glasses and the idea of Azul, covered in blood and without his glasses, is very attractive to me. orz that scene where Sang-woo, in his impatience, pushes a man to his death and is like, "Why don't you find out?" (in reference to whether the glass panel will break or not) WOOOOOOO HE'S THE WORST. I need him. Picturing Azul in those sorts of scenes... scary, vicious tako is my favorite.

[m-jelly]

The bunny's keeper - Chapter 8

@ladycheesington <3

Levi x fem! reader.

Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, Levi has tattoos and piercings, bad boy Levi, protective Levi, descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of weapons.

Levi and Erwin have a final showdown with the last of Mr Seymore's gang. Levi returns to you and finds you covered in blood, cops everywhere and a dead man. After being treated at the hospital you tell the two detectives you're friends with along with Levi what happened when you fought for your life.

Massive thank you to @ladycheesington for helping me flesh this story out and helping with the side plot of Erwin and how the gang started <3

The end

Levi cupped your face in his loving hands. “Be good.”

“Be safe.”

“I promise.” He kissed you and sighed. “Keep the door locked, okay? Do not open the door for anyone.”

You hugged Levi tightly. “I will be good.” You squeezed him. “Please, please be careful.” You welled up. “This is the first gang war you’ve been in.”

He squeezed you harder. “I know. I’m a little scared too, but we’ll pull through this. This is a desperate last attempt from Seymore. We’ll win, don’t worry. I’m very skilled and we have all those old vets who work for me.” He released you. “It’ll be okay.”

You took his hands and showered them with kisses. “I have something for you before you leave.”

“Mm?”

You hurried over to a bag and looked into it and found what you were looking for. “Ah! Got it.” You stood before Levi and presented a small box to him. “I bought this for you.” You opened the box to reveal a simple black ring. “A ring.”

Levi blushed hard. “An engagement ring?”

You nodded. “That’s right. I have mine and I want you to have one, so we’re always connected.” You hummed a laugh. “We have these rings until we get married and we have new ones.”

Levi took the ring and slipped it on. “It’s perfect.” He pulled you close and kissed you. “Thank you. This will keep me strong today.”

You giggled. “It’s not a magic ring.”

“It is to me.”

“You’re adorable.”

He kissed your cheek. “I’ll be off now.”

You walked him to the door. “I’ll have a delicious homemade pizza for you when you get home. We also have ice cream.”

Levi grinned. “Exciting! I’ll see you soon.” He left the apartment with a spring in his step. He admired the ring you gave him and smiled. “Engaged…” He kissed the ring before walking to the meeting spot. “Erwin.”

Erwin turned to Levi. “You ready for this?”

Levi hummed. “I am.”

He looked over at his gang preparing. “From my calculations, these are the last of his gang. We’ve bought out most. It’s like a last-ditch attempt.”

Levi released a long sigh. “Something feels…off.”

Erwin let out a deep hum. “I agree. I’ve tried everything. My spies can’t find a hidden ploy at all.”

Levi’s eye twitched a little. “Let’s get this over and done with.” Levi cracked his knuckles when he saw a car pull up. “I have a date with my wife.”

Erwin laughed. “Fiancée.”

Levi showed off his ring. “Wife.”

Erwin smiled a little. “So, she gave you an engagement ring, huh? Cute.”

“Right?”

Erwin pulled out his knuckle dusters. “I’m going to ask Kay to marry me.”

Levi patted Erwin on the back. “You’re an incredible couple. You’re perfect for each other.” Levi looked ahead as a man sprinted towards him with a knife. “Tch, pathetic.”

With a graceful twist of his body and a flick of his leg, Levi kicked the man’s hand causing the knife to fly up into the air. Levi turned his body and caught the knife as it was coming down. With impressive speed, Levi moved behind him and cracked the back of his neck with his hand. The charging man was instantly knocked out and collapsed to the floor.

Levi flicked his wrist and launched the knife into another man’s thigh. He hurried over before jumping and kicking the knife out causing it to tear through flesh and release a fountain of blood. Levi’s long fingers wrapped around the man’s neck. With all his impressive strength he lifted the man, launched him across the road and slammed down on the car he arrived on.

To Levi’s side was Erwin throwing most of his weight into a punch and knocking a man flying. The power behind Erwin’s punches was always impressive to Levi. Erwin had thick muscle with power behind hits. Levi had speed, flexibility and a mean kick. The two of them right now as they faced off against Seymore’s men were a force to be reckoned with. They were a danger to every single person who dared stand against them.

Levi scooped up a discarded bat from the floor as the people he trained to fight ripped apart the enemy. He flicked the bat up and hit the bottom of a man’s chin and watched his body launch up at the sheer force of it. The bat whistled as it spun around in Levi’s hand. A groan emitted from it when he gripped it hard. With a slight turn of his body, Levi swung hard and smacked another enemy away from him.

As the fighting continued, a few things were becoming clear. Erwin’s gang was winning this fight easily; this city would finally be his and he could get justice for his father. The other thing was that Francis Seymore was nowhere to be seen, and that concerned Levi. When the fight was coming to an end, Levi’s observation ate away at him.

He moved through the downed men and growled. “Tch, where is he?”

Erwin panted a little. “Who?”

Levi looked around more. “Francis Seymore.”

Erwin frowned as he processed the words, his mind was so stuck in fight mode that now he was coming to his logical senses. “You’re right. I would have thought he’d come here to face us.”

“This…concerns me.”

Erwin pulled out his phone and called Kay. “Call your fiancée.”

Levi nodded and yanked his phone out. He called your phone and all it did was just ring. Levi knew you were home because you were making pizza. Part of Levi persuaded himself that maybe you’d gone for a shower, or that your hands were too dirty from making pizza. He paced a bit and tried your number over and over to get through to you.

Erwin released a long sigh. “Kay, you’re okay. Are you home alone still?” He looked over to Levi. “You are? Okay. I was checking as Seymore wasn’t here. I love you, okay? I have to go. I’ll be home soon.” He ended the call. “She’s not with Kay.”

Levi called you again. “Come one Bunny.” He gasped when someone picked up. “Bunny!?”

A male voice answered. “Levi Ackerman? It’s Detective Ramiro.” It was one of the detectives Erwin and Levi worked with. “You need to come back home, there has been an incident.”

Levi’s blood ran cold. He turned and started running with Erwin calling for him. Levi ended the call and just sprinted as Erwin chased after him. Panic throbbed through Levi. All he could think about was he should have been home with you. He remembered your sweet smile, lips, laugh, moans, and parting words.

“No.” Police cars and ambulances were parked outside the apartment block, along with a crowd of nosy people gathering. Levi moved through everyone and reached the front to see Detective Green, the other detective they worked with. “What happened?”

Green shook his head. “It doesn’t look pretty, but I want to assure you that everything is under control. There has only been one casualty.” He lifted the tape. “Come with me, we need your help. Erwin, Ramiro will want to talk to you.”

As Levi followed Green he noticed a body on the floor and blood around them, it was a clear sign they had fallen from a great height. His heart raced, but as soon as he saw the body and face it was a man, which meant you were the survivor in this. Levi was relieved but still needed to see you and hold you in his arms.

Erwin walked next to Levi. “Green? What the hell happened here?”

Green took them into the lift. “The deceased outside seems to have had a confrontation with Levi’s Mrs. I will warn you both, the apartment makes it look very grim.”

Erwin gripped his dear friend’s arm. “Levi? She’s alive, okay? He said only that man out there died. She’s alive.”

Green nodded. “She is alive. Ramiro knows more about her than I do.” He walked down the hall to the broken-down door to reveal bullet holes everywhere, the window to the fire escape smashed to pieces, food in the kitchen all over the floor, furniture broken and blood. There was so much blood that it was terrifying to look at. “Ramiro?”

Ramiro walked over and nodded. “Levi, I need you to come with me. Your fiancée is on the roof and she won’t let anyone near her. I need you to talk her down as she clearly needs medical attention.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “Clearly? Does she look that bad?”

Ramiro pulled a little face. “I won’t lie to you, Levi, she doesn’t look good. She’s been asking for you. Erwin, we’ll chat later. Priority is getting this lady off the roof.”

Levi carefully walked through his broken apartment to the fire escape. He saw blood on the railing up the stairs. He avoided touching anything and followed the detective up onto the roof. As soon as he arrived he saw the trail of blood and a mark where the man had fallen off. A little further down was you in the corner of the roof soaking in blood and pointing a shard of glass at police and paramedics.

Levi raced over to you and shouted your name. “Bunny!”

Hot tears ran down your cheeks. “Levi?”

He slowed down and approached you cautiously. “It’s me. Darling bunny, put the glass down, okay? You’re hurt and these people want to help you.”

You whimpered. “I’m tired.”

“I know, bunny, I know.”

You shook on the spot. “I’m sorry the pizza was ruined.”

He chuckled and moved right in front of you. “It’s just pizza. We’ll make more another time.”

“I made the place a mess.”

He reached over and caressed your cheek. “We’ll buy a new place. It’s all okay now.” He smiled softly at you. “Drop the glass.”

You shook a little then let all your strength leave you. You released the glass and sobbed. “It hurts.”

Levi scooped you up into his arms. “It’s okay. I’ll make the pain go.”

You cried hard. “Levi.”

He ran over to the paramedics. “I’m going to lie you down, okay? The paramedics will fix you up.”

You gazed up at Levi. “O-Okay.”

“I’ll be right here.” He caressed your cheek as a team rushed around you. “I love you.”

You smiled at him. “I love you, always.”

Levi looked up at the paramedics as they called out your wounds, the more he heard the more panic he felt. The damage done to you was concerning Levi, he couldn’t believe you were alive and breathing right now. He was impressed by how strong you were, but he knew that his protection of you would increase after you were patched up. He understood you might get a little bit mad at him but he had to protect you at all costs.

He stood up and held your hand as they moved you and soon placed you in the back of an ambulance. He smiled as you talked weakly with the paramedics about your love for Levi. It made Levi’s heart melt that even when you were bleeding and possibly on death’s door, you could not stop talking about Levi.

Levi leaned over you and kissed your clean cheek. “Darling bunny, you should rest. You’re hurt badly.”

You smiled at Levi. “You’re so handsome.”

“Thank you.”

You reached up and wiped Levi’s tears. “Don’t cry. I’m fine.”

Levi sniffed. “Bunny.”

“I’ll have to be nursed to health and I’ll have cute scars. You can help, right?”

Levi laughed through his tears. “Yeah, I’ll look after you.”

The paramedics went through what they did for you to the doctor. “We’ll look after Mr Ackerman.”

Levi watched you be wheeled away. “She’ll be okay, right?”

The paramedic patted Levi’s back. “She will. She’s an incredible fighter.” He waved a nurse down and explained what happened. “Could you make sure he sees her after?”

The nurse nodded. “I’ll take care of Mr Ackerman.” She smiled at Levi. “You and Mr Smith are doing incredible things for this city. We’ll make sure she’s okay. We’ll do everything we can for her.”

Levi let her guide him to a place where he could change his clothes and then take a seat. It felt like time was dragging on. The pain in Levi’s heart was overwhelming. He looked up when a doctor made his way over. Levi rose to his feet. “Is she okay?”

The doctor smiled. “She’s doing great. The surgery went amazing and she’s recovering now. You can go to her room.”

Levi shot to his feet and ran down the hall as the doctor shouted your room number. “Bunny!” He shoved your door open making a nurse jump and scream. “Bunny!” He blushed. “S-sorry nurse.”

She giggled. “It’s okay, everyone knows how much you love her. She’s doing good. She’ll be asleep for a while because of the drugs.”

He sat down and held your hand. “She’s so pretty, isn’t she?”

“She’s like a bunny.”

Levi showered your hand with kisses. “You’re right. My precious little bunny.”

Time didn’t seem to exist to Levi as he sat by your side. Erwin and Kay arrived for a bit and made sure Levi ate something and drank. While Erwin and Kay were cuddled up sleeping you began to move and mumble. Levi leaned on the bed and looked at your face. He carefully caressed your cheek to wake you up slowly. A loving smile spread over his lips when you opened your eyes.

You smiled at Levi. “Grumpy. You’re so handsome.”

Levi chuckled. “Thank you, bunny.”

You reached up and pulled your oxygen mask off. “Better. Now, give me a kiss.”

Levi leaned over and kissed you. “You’re adorable.”

You hummed a laugh then winced a little. “Could you help me sit up?”

He pressed the button on your bed. “Slowly.” He sighed. “There we go.”

You sighed. “Better.”

“Do you need anything else?”

“I would love some food and something to drink.”

Erwin inhaled deeply as he woke up. “Mm, Kay and I can get that.” He smiled at you. “Welcome back.”

You smiled. “Good to be here.”

Kay welled up. “You’re a badass! What can we buy you?”

“Burger and fries, maybe a milkshake?”

Erwin pulled Kay close into a hug. “We’ll get that. Be right back.”

Levi gave his order then sat on your bed and held your hands. He released a long shaky sigh. “You scared me.”

You smiled a little. “I scared myself.” You shook a little as tears ran down your cheeks. “I thought I was going to die.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you. “Poor bunny. I’m here now, okay? I’m here.”

“I kept thinking of you the whole time.”

“That’s my brave bunny.” He pulled back and sighed. He glanced over at the door to see Green and Ramiro. “Gentleman.”

Ramiro smirked. “The troublemaker is awake.”

You giggled. “You’d be bored if I didn’t cause trouble.”

Levi frowned. “You two close?”

You smiled at Levi. “Well, since helping your little group out I’ve been chatting to your connections. I have a good friendship going with the detectives and the mayor.”

“You’re incredible.”

You waved at Green. “Hey Green, the baby doing okay?”

He nodded. “She’s perfect. Sleeping better.”

You pointed at Green. “He had a baby with his wife about two months ago.”

Levi looked over at Green. “What’s it like?”

Green smiled. “Lots of sleepless nights, but I love being a father. She is incredible and I keep crying over how cute she is.”

“I look forward to being a dad.” Levi gazed at you. “That’s if you…”

You gasped. “I do!”

Levi blushed hard. “Wonderful.”

Ramiro moved over and sat down. “I hate to break this moment, but we need to talk about what happened.”

You fiddled with your blanket. “I uh…I’m nervous to say what happened.”

“Why’s that?” He noticed you kept glancing over at Levi. “Ah, the fiancé.”

Levi whined. “I’ll keep quiet. I promise.”

You released a long sigh. “Okay.”

You felt your heart drop as soon as Levi left the apartment. A tiny whine left you, you felt like a dog being left behind by its master. A huff escaped you when your emotions changed. You pouted and turned to the kitchen area and started thinking about what to make. You did say ice cream, but you were thinking maybe brownies mixed in would be good.

You pulled on your apron with bunnies all over - gifted by Levi – and began making a nice small batch of brownies. Soon you were smiling and humming a little song to yourself. Once everything was baking, you started to prepare everything for a pizza night. You were thinking that maybe you could turn tonight into date night. After a cute date, you wanted to ride Levi all night.

A light knock at the front door made you frown. You weren’t expecting anyone and you hadn’t ordered a thing. Plus, Levi hadn’t been gone long so it was unlikely that he had finished the fight. You took your apron off and moved to the front door. You paused a moment and waited with a small hope that they wouldn’t knock again, but they did and a lot louder.

You put the chain on and then unlocked the door to peek out. You frowned as you stared at a man. “Can I help you?”

He grabbed the doorframe and leaned closer as he said your name. “That’s you, right?”

You gulped hard. “No, she’s out. I’m her friend.”

He pulled out his phone and tapped on it. He smirked and looked back at you. “You’re her. I’ve come on the orders Mr Seymore.”

“I don’t want anything to do with him. Please leave.”

He chuckled as he shook his head. “It’s not that simple. Look missy, he said to bring you to him. I do my job.”

You gripped the door a little. “What are you saying?”

“I do my job and I do it well.” He leaned closer. “I will take you back to him no matter what the cost is.”

You slammed the door on his hand and then the door shut. “Fuck off!” You pressed your hands against it. “I’m not interested! I am engaged.”

The man huffed. “Open the door. I don’t want to do this the hard way.”

“Kiss my ass!” You shifted a little. “Levi will come back here and rip you a new one!”

“No, he won’t. He’s too busy with the distraction.”

You whined a little. “I’m not letting you in! The door is locked and chained. You’re not getting in.” You heard a pop and then the chain locking the door shattered. Your body flinched when something hit you just below your collarbone. You looked down and saw blood trickling from a hole. “F-Fuck.” You stumbled back from the door and saw the lock and handle splinter. Your body flinched when something hit your body right above your pelvis. You stumbled back and bumped into the kitchen counter. “A-Ah…”

He kicked the door clean off and sighed. “Damn woman.” He stared at you and saw you were bleeding. “Shit, well those can be patched up.” He walked closer to you. “Now, stop playing around and come with me.”

You smirked a little and started laughing. “Never.” You whipped your arm and fist towards him with a knife clenched tightly in your hand. You plunged the blade into his cheek and through his mouth. You tried to yank the knife out, but it was stuck. “Fuck.” You let it go and searched for another weapon.

The man flicked his gun up and fired multiple times in his state of pain. One went right through your thigh and the other into your lower back to the side of your spine. He dropped the gun and grabbed the knife. “NNGH!” He grabbed your hair and tugged you away from the counter. “You bitch!”

You reached behind you and clawed at his face. You found where the knife had entered his face, looped two fingers in and pulled hard making him scream. As soon as you were released dropped to the floor, crawled over to Levi’s stash and found his knife. You pulled it free just as the man stormed over to you. You turned and stabbed him over and over in the legs to take him down.

He cried out in pain and kicked you in the chest sending you to the floor. He huffed and grabbed your ankle then dragged you across the floor. “You are just what Mr Seymore needs in his life. He’s always had weak women, but you’re strong.”

You opened your eyes as you were dragged. You looked around and saw his dropped gun. You grabbed it and pointed up at him and fired, but it clicked over and over. “Shit.”

The man stopped and looked down at you. “Ran out, sugar tits.”

You growled and threw it hard. The gun collided with his face right on his nose. You watched as blood gushed from his nose. You pushed yourself up and grabbed the coffee table. You screamed in pain and you swung and broke it over the man’s head. You shoved him back and then kicked him through the window.

You dropped to your knees and winced in pain. You saw the man moving a little as sirens rang out, your neighbour must have called for help for you. You stumbled closer to the man and grabbed the biggest shard of glass you could get causing your hand to be cut up. You raised it high but he grabbed your neck and squeezed hard.

He snarled at you causing blood to ooze out of his mouth. “You just need to pass out.”

You stabbed the glass into his arm as much as you could until he let you. You stumbled up the stairs and made your way to the roof. You tripped over the wall and fell onto your side. “Ah.”

The man clambered up the stairs and onto the roof. “UUUURGH!”

You swiped at him to get him to go away. When he backed up you swiped again and kept moving towards him. “Don’t touch me!”

He backed up more and grunted. “You.”

You swiped again. “Don’t!”

His legs hit the back of the wall, his eyes widened a moment and a fleeting look of desperation came but then it was gone once he knew you were not going to risk your life to save him. He fell backwards off the roof and continued falling until he collided with the floor below. It didn’t take long for the light in his eyes to fade away.

You looked over the edge and felt happy he was dead, but you knew that someone else would come for you. You backed up to a corner and watched the exits, there was no way in hell you would let Seymore have you. Marrying Levi and having children with him was all your heart wanted. You heard shouting and people talking. The noise got louder and a few people rushed up the stairs.

You saw they were police and medics, but Erwin had bought out people like them so there was a chance Seymore had too. You waved the glass around. “Levi!? Levi!?” You shook a little. “Levi?”

You were there for what seemed like a while until Levi came charging up the stairs. It scared you at first that you willed the man you loved to appear but as he moved closer while talking to you it made you happy. You stopped being scared and let Levi take care of you.

Levi put his head in his hands. “Fuck.”

Green stared at Levi. “Mr Ackerman. Please don’t do anything.”

You gripped Levi’s hand. “Grumpy, I don’t want you to get into trouble.”

Levi clenched his jaw. “I just…”

Ramiro sighed. “Mr Seymore could have an accident before he is handed over to us.” He locked eyes with Levi. “You know, like some of the other people you’ve brought us.”

“Thank you.”

You showered Levi’s hand with kisses. “I love you.”

Levi leaned over and kissed you. “I love you so much.”

You hugged Levi’s arm. “You’re a good man.”

“I try.”

Ramiro stood up. “We’ll head out and let you rest. You’re incredible, trouble. Be proud.”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

Green waved bye to you. “See ya soon.”

Levi played with your hair. “You’re so strong.”

You played with the blanket. “I did my best.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you and held you. “You are amazing.”

“You’re flustering me. I don’t know what to say.”

Levi kissed your cheek a few times. “We need to find a new place to live.”

You pouted a bit. “Can we afford it?”

“Of course.” He smiled at you as he pulled out his phone. “While you’ve been healing and passed out, Erwin has been working hard.” He showed you his bank. “Look how much we have.”

You welled up a bit. “That’s so much. I can’t believe it.”

Levi kissed the side of your head. “We’ll have a wonderful home outside the city that has plenty of rooms for our kids.”

You gasped. “Yes! Can I get a puppy too?”

He gazed at your pleading eyes. “No puppy.”

You whined. “Okay…

“I’ll get you a guard dog instead. You need to be protected.”

You squealed in delight. “Yay! Thank you.” Levi looked up to see Erwin and Kay return. “Dinner’s here.”

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Okay, I just finished Laws of Attraction and I have some questions. Why does it seem so stylistically different from all the other shows (kind of like Manner of Death which I know you've mentioned is like, not really a BL)? Is this a lakorn (Also what is lakorn? Thai soap opera?) Or is it just that the setting was like with actual grown ups so it feels different to the usual high school/university shows? But it was so low heat! I felt like it should have been more mature. And it seemed a little higher quality but like...also not. Clothing? Great. Acting? Pretty good. Fighting and special effects?...meh. Is it the production company? Or are there actually lots of shows like this, I just don't know about them because I get my info from a little Tumblr BL bubble? Next, I LOVED pining bodyguard/pathetic rich bb. Those gazes went to my SOUL. WHERE CAN I GET MORE OF THIS? It's a little reminiscent of the whipping boy trope which you've covered (at least their power dynamic), but Tan wasn't really cruel to Thee. I guess I'm looking for Tall Quiet and Deadly x Broken Babyboy? Also I would like to vote for Chan as Best Dressed. Especially his wedding cloak? Fabulous.

Why does it seem so stylistically different from all the other shows (kind of like Manner of Death which I know you've mentioned is like, not really a BL)?

Because it's more a gay romantic suspense drama than a BL.

So MOD, Trapped, Laws, probably I Feel You Linger, 3 Will Be Free, Not Me. These kinds of shows owe more of their DNA to the suspense genre than to BL. They use BL trappings and tropes but their narrative backbone isn't actually yaoi dependent.

Is this a lakorn (Also what is lakorn? Thai soap opera?)

Yes, mostly. Not quite. Their first show: To Sir, With Love, is a TRUE lakorn and it's WILD.

Technically lakorn means just "drama" in Thai but in reality it has evolved to imply melodramatic soapiness, it has a lot of similarities to telenovelas.

But it was so low heat! I felt like it should have been more mature.

That's the pair. MaxTul they are not. I think of them on a heat spectrum

MaxTul - 3/3

KarnNut - 2/3

JamFilm - 1/3

And it seemed a little higher quality but like…also not. Clothing? Great. Acting? Pretty good. Fighting and special effects?…meh. Is it the production company?

That's just Thailand.

Next, I LOVED pining bodyguard/pathetic rich bb. Those gazes went to my SOUL. WHERE CAN I GET MORE OF THIS?

It's a little reminiscent of the whipping boy trope which you've covered (at least their power dynamic), but Tan wasn't really cruel to Thee.

It's whipping boy: attack dog + spoiled prince pairing.

I guess I'm looking for Tall Quiet and Deadly x Broken Babyboy?

You know who loves this? @heretherebedork they might have more suggestions here's some of the top of my head.

Never Let Me Go

Where Your Eyes Linger

Golden Blood

My Beautiful Man

Also I would like to vote for Chan as Best Dressed. Especially his wedding cloak? Fabulous.

RIGHT?!!!

[tatumslollipop]

Ghostface!Sidney Prescott X Ghostface!Reader

this has been in my drafts for a while

Y/N was sitting in Sidney's room waiting for her girlfriend to come back. Wanting to surprise her. But then Sidney came running in her room covered in blood. Y/N runs up to her and says "Omg Sidney are you okay?". She is worried. "Y/N ... this is not my blood" Sidney confesses to her girlfriend. Y/N looks at her confused and also horror. "Sidney. No. You don't mean that you" Y/N says in shock and panics taking a step back from her girlfriend. "Y/N I did. But believe me darling. I would never hurt you. I just killed Billy's Mom" Sidney says with a sight of pride and worry that her girlfriend will betray her or see her as something evil. "Why Sidney?" Y/N says sitting down on Sidney's bed trying to hold onto her feelings. "You know my mom left right?" "How could I not remember." Y/N says.

Y/N and Sidney just came back from school when Sidney saw a letter saying to Sidney. She read it and tears start falling from her eyes and hugged her telling her everything is gonna be okay. She gave me the letter and it said that Sidney's mom is leaving her forever because her dad has cheated on her with Billy's Mom. This night we just laid in her bed and cuddled. She didn't went to school for days. After School I would always visit her and comfort her and bring her my notes and some little gifts like flowers or sweets. We would talk and just cuddle. "I needed to kill her. I hate this bitch. I have a plan I need you to help me with. Please say yes baby" Sidney said with excitement. "Yes" Y/N said. She would do anything for her girlfriend to make her happy. But needless to say she also for a fact thinks of killing a lot. It charmed her. "Billy's Family stayed together. That isn't fair is it" Sidney said. Y/N shakes her head. "Well I want to kill all his friends and family to make him suffer through life till in the end. We kill him. Will you be my partner in crime?" Sidney's eyes darkened. She looks psychotic just insane but also so hot. "Yes Sidney. I will but promise me something." Y/N says almost looking crazier than Sidney "What is it my love?" Sidney says looking deep into Y/N with passion that is indescribable. "Come over to my house when you are covered in blood. You look so hot right now." Y/N says starting to kiss and bite Sidney's neck tasting the blood. "God I love you so much" Sidney says coving Y/N cheeks with her hands and kissing her. What happens after that is our little secret. They start planning the murders this night and start with Casey and Steve since she was Stu's cheating Ex which gives him reason to kill her and her boyfriend. Y/N and Sidney's love for eachother just grows with every kill. They are both psychotic but insane is the new sane.

And finally the day of act 3. Y/N was throwing a party to distract the people from the murders to make then feel better with the saying "We are saver together". Sidney just killed the principal on the football field which made everyone run to the school expect her friend group. Y/N kills Tatum while Sidney murders Gale and her camera man and Y/N Dewey. When Sidney finally takes off the mask they two man are shocked. "Suprise Billy" says Sidney with the voice changer. "How could you" Billy says in fear and shock which made him look even more pathetic than usual. "Because of your bitch mother. Your family stays together but mine doesn't. That's not fair now is it Baby?" Sidney says tracing her knife at Billy's cheek and looking at the other masked killer who is holding a gun at Stu's throat. Y/N takes off her mask and they look even more shocked. "No its not." Y/N says cold and kisses Sidney's lips gentle. "We are gonna blame you two for the murders and come out as the victims. The Final Girls. And don't worry your little dad is also here to give us company" Y/N opens the closet door to reveal Billy's dad completely tied up. "Well the party can begin now" Sidney says stabbing Billy in the stomach and Y/N shooting Stu in the head. "I love this baby" Y/N says as she licks her finger covered in blood. After killing everybody Sidney and Y/N clean the weapons and stab eachother in the shoulder and then run into windows to look like victims. When the police finally arrived they got called the Heros of the Woodsboro murders and lived a life of fame and Love. Only they knew what they did that Summer.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Can't Go Back

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: yall wanted this man.

Please let me know what you think &lt;3

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Lloyd drags you away from the wall, his hand latched around a clump of your hair. Your temples pound and your ears ring. How could this happen? No, how could you do this?

Candy's right. You said too much. It's all your fault again. You didn't want to believe Lloyd was bad but you should've. Just like Steve. What is it they say about when people show you their true selves?

You kick out as you try to stop him. Coco hollers from the next room and your heart leaps into your throat. No, no, they can't hurt her. Not because of you. You close your eyes and sob. You see the blood that stained Candy's jacket and her drawn face.

"Let me go!" You whine and writhe as you claw at Lloyd's hand, "please, please, don't let them hurt my friends. Lloyd," you twist around despite the tension at your roots, "Lloyd, please, I thought... I thought you liked me."

"Now, sweet cheeks, I do," he taunts as he swings you away from him. You hit the wall and collapse to your knees. "I like the way your pussy squeezes me like it's never gonna let go."

"Please," you croak as you look up at him, cheeks hot and wet, "please, you can keep me. But my friends, they don't deserve this--"

"What? They don't deserve what, sunshine? That knife you stabbed between their ribs?"

"No, no, I didn't mean to," you crawl to him, "please, I'll do anything. I just... they saved me, Lloyd, they saved me. Let me save them."

He kicks you away from his boots and snorts, "too late for all that, Birdy. Shoulda thought about this before you came to suck my dick goodbye."

"Lloyd," you gulp as the ice in his voice flows into your veins, "you can't... I didn't..."

"Hell, if I played you a little longer, I may have convinced you to actually help me out, huh, baby girl? You wanna be loved so bad, you'd sell more than just your holes, wouldn't you?"

"Stop, stop," you cover your ears as you shake your head, "STOPPPPP!"

You shriek and it erupts from you uncontrollably. You can't take it. You're pathetic. You've let down the only people who ever showed you love. You fucked everything up and why? Because you're stupid and desperate, just like he says.

"Aw, baby, come on, don't be so sad. My associates are gonna treat your friends just as nice as I treated you," he bends down to touch your arm and you bat him away, "hmmm, sweet little ladies like you need someone to take care of them. Well, someone who can keep you in line. It's too bad about those morons down in New York."

"What? Steve...?" You sputter and hear Candy grunt from the next room. You look over but Lloyd catches your chin and makes you face him. He pulls you close as there's a clatter in the next room amid a murmur of grunts and groans.

"That's the one, doll face. So what was it? Did the serum not work on the cap's star spangled dangle?"

"N-n-noooo," you squirm and latch onto his wrist, "stop. Stop."

"Stop what, baby? You're acting like you weren't begging for it. Come on, let's have some fun."

"I don't... I don't want you. You're mean," you sniffle and shove against his shoulder, "you're....you're... you're evil!"

"And you fell for it. I'd rather be the big bad than some dimwitted slut," he lets you go, pushing you onto your back before he stands. He rolls his head on his neck and squares his shoulders as he paces a circle around you, "it's always a bit more fun when they fight."

You glare at him. Down there, on your knees, weak, beneath him. As low as low can be. You deserve this. You deserve to suffer.

You watch him unbuckle his belt. He snickers as he comes closer, mocking you as he gropes the front of his pants. He pokes his tongue out lewdly and you sink down into your pit.

A shell of numbness encases you. You hear Candy snarling and Coco thrashing from either side of you. You're not like them, you're not a fighter.

You dragged them into this. Your only friends. How they must hate you. You hope they do. You hope they hate you as much your despise yourself.

[smalls-words]

Fulfil Your Oath pt. 3

Summary: You're supposed to be at the front, but... oh well.

Pairings: Diana x Handmaiden!Reader, others as normal.

Warnings: lil bit of blood, fighting, cool weapons.

A/N: The ending of this might make a few of you sniffle. Also, the song you sing is a cover of For the Dancing and the Dreaming by malindamusic on TikTok :)

Series Masterlist

*not my gif*

*Find me.*

Not a second later, you found yourself to be by Diana’s side in a bar, with loud men drunk enough to believe they were the next hit singer. You looked over at her and smiled. “Good evening.”

“Gentlemen, this is my handmaiden, Y/N.” She introduced you.

“Y/N, this is Sameer, or Sammy if you prefer, and Charlie.” Steve pointed to the men, who were dumbfounded at the sight of her.

“How… Where do you keep these beautiful girls, Steven?” Sameer asked.

“Do ya want a drink, sweetheart?” Charlie offered, his thick Scottish accent shining through his drunk stature.

“No, thank you.” You smiled softly, facing Diana.

“Vocasti? (You called?)” 

“These are the men that are going to drop us off at the front of the war. Where Ares most likely is.” She explained, to which you nodded in complete understanding.

“There she is, the little bitch!” A man walked up to your table and pointed a gun at Diana’s face.

In a blink of an eye, you grabbed his gun from his hand and threw him across the room. Diana gripped your hand before you could do further damage to his pathetic body and guided you to sit back down.

“I am both frightened and aroused. Again.” Sameer murmured.

“Oh, here they are! I was wondering where you ran off to.” Etta’s voice made you smile, but the sensation that followed her did not.

You were shot back 36 hours to the moment you held your dead mother in your arms, sobbing against her chest. Every moment of pain and agony, even from the smallest of cuts by Antiope’s blade, were instantly replayed in your mind.

“Sir Patrick.” The men muttered with shock, standing up to greet the man.

“No, no, gentlemen, sit. Ms Prince, sit.” He murmured before looking at you. 

“And who may you be?”

“Y/N Themys.” You replied with a smile.

“What a lovely name.” He charmed before addressing the group.

As he conversed, you watched him closely. He seemed incredibly reliant on his cane, whilst his clothing seemed to be that of the highest quality. His mannerisms were few and far between, a few words repeated here and there whilst hand gestures were rarely used unless for emphasis.

“Y/N?” Diana nudged your elbow, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?” You asked, still a bit out of it.

“We’re going.” 

You looked around to see the table was empty, with everybody moving outside to shake hands and promise to meet in the morning. You took Diana’s hand and let her guide you outside, her fingers interlaced with your own as she led you to an alley.

“Steve is letting me stay with him. You will stay with Etta tonight.” She murmured.

You couldn’t focus on her words, only her touch. Her arm around your waist, her breath mingling with yours but it was just that more powerful that it graced your lips. She had all and none of your attention as you stared into her eyes, wondering why your feelings had grown so strong in just a short amount of time.

“Okay?” Her free hand came to your cheek and you snapped out of it.

“Yes, princess.” You nodded.

“Good.” She smiled. “I hope you rest well tonight.” 

“And I for you.” You replied.

You watched her walk towards Steve before she followed him to his house, Etta’s presence instantly bubbling up. “Oh, look how cute they are together. They’re like teenagers in love.” She sighed dreamily.

You turned, offering your hand to her. “Would you like a hand taking these things, Ms. Candy?” 

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Walking through the busy train station was easy since you stayed behind Diana, her domineering presence subtly urging others to move out of her way. Yet, you watched her childishness shine through when she took what was apparently called ‘ice cream’, to which she almost moaned in delight.

“Here, Y/N, try some.” She offered her ice cream to you.

You slowly licked some of the ice cream, tasting a strong but delicious flavour of vanilla bean. “It’s amazing.” You murmured.

You handed it back to her and followed her through the crowd, coming to a bridge that was filled with returning soldiers. Some had no hands or arms, no leg or neither, whilst others were shell-shocked with another guiding them off of the bridge. Your heart sank at the small portion of destruction Etta had informed you of, your hand taking Diana’s.

“Habeo te. (I’ve got you.)” Diana murmured, squeezing your hand twice comfortingly.

The boat Steve had led you to was a small fishing boat that then took you to a sandbank, to which you walked on the plank of wood first before Diana. The two of you walked side by side for the miles that were necessary for darkness to fall, your hands never leaving the other’s. 

As you spotted the campfire, your heart became tinged with the nights spent in Themyscira, following after your princess as she danced and celebrated with others. Sometimes it was for a promotion within the army, sometimes it was for a marriage, and others it was for fun. 

“You’re late.” 

“Cowboy sneak-attack, Chief!” Steve chuckled sheepishly, shaking the man’s hand.

The others hugged him tightly, greeting him well, before he walked over to you and Diana. He introduced himself in his native Blackfoot language, to which you both smiled and introduced yourselves too.

“Where did you find these women, Steve?” He guffawed.

He smirked at you both. “Diana found me, Y/N is Diana’s… best friend.” 

You made yourself at home against the seat of a log, your coat as your pillow whilst Chief handed you some dinner. You waited patiently for Diana to receive hers and start eating before you did so yourself, enjoying the bursting flavours of garlic, cumin, black pepper and more.

“Chief, I must say this is delicious.” You commented.

“Thank you. It’s my own blend of spices.” He smiled proudly.

You took Diana’s dish once she was finished, although she did protest that she could clean it herself, and made your way down to the river. You admired the way the moon shone against the water and how the horses across at their station snacked on their hay. 

The breeze that tickled against your skin brought your attention to Chief, who stood a few metres upstream to collect some water. “You’re connected.” He murmured, the wind letting his words brush by your ears.

“I’m sorry, the World of Man is still new to me. Could you explain?” You asked.

He chuckled to himself. “You are connected to the earth. I can see it with my own eyes - the water moves at your command, the horses too. You simply do not see it.” 

You hummed in acknowledgement of his words, but had nothing to respond with since a hand fell to your shoulder. You looked up at Diana, her half-open eyes indicating your next duty like clockwork. 

“Come back. You don’t need to do that.” She murmured, to which you instantly stood.

“Let’s get you some rest.” You chuckled shortly, but her hand simply moved to your waist.

“Let’s get some rest.” She nodded, confusing you - wasn’t that just what you said?

You walked back with her to the campfire, where Chief was already boiling the water from the stream. You stayed by Diana’s side and her hand never fell from your waist, the other only moving to retrieve your coat and tuck around you both.

Thunder struck above you, but it was odd. There was no lightning with it, but it seemed… different.

“Such odd thunder.” Diana turned to Chief for answers.

He gladly gave them. “German 77s. Guns, big ones. It’s the front out there. The evening hate.”

“So who do you fight for in this war?” You asked.

“I don’t fight.” He shook his head.

“So you’re here for profit?” 

“No better place to be.” 

“Nowhere better to be?” Diana frowned.

“I have nowhere else. The last war took everything from my people. We have nothing left. At least here, I’m… free.” He took his dry clothes from the rack above the fire and packed them into his bag.

“Who took that from your people?” You kindly asked, not wanting to push boundaries.

Chief turned to look at Steve’s sleeping form. “His people.” He murmured.

You leaned your head against Diana’s shoulder before groans came from Charlie, muffled words pressed into his sack of a pillow. You stood, the handmaiden in you willing to help, but he lashed out and backhanded you across the face in his thrashing.

“Get off me, woman! Stop making a fuss!” He growled, storming into the dark with his gun.

Diana instantly stood and laced her arms around you, pulling you back to the log where she wrapped your coat around you solely. You pushed off of her, whipping the coat onto her shoulders before tying the strings around her waist.

“I’m fine, my princess.” You muttered, but she grasped your wrist in her hand.

“Shh, shh, shh.” She gently whispered as she laid you down back to where you previously lay, a surprise in your hum when she pulled out her coat from her sack.

“Mine will be the bottom layer, yours will be the top.” She ushered you into silence.

The sound of Chief falling asleep and the fire’s dwindling light allowed you and Diana the privacy you needed. Through the darkness of the covering coat, her hand came towards your face but you flinched when it grew nearer to your cheek.

“Nunquam tibi nocebit. Scis illud. (I’d never harm you. You know that.)” She whispered.

“Doleo. (I’m sorry.)” You apologised, letting her hand fall onto your skin.

Her thumb was the most careful it had ever been. It did not dare to press into your cheek, but rather soothed the harmed area with her cooler touch. Her fingers gently fell into place, lightly caressing your ear, jaw and the side of your neck. You closed your eyes as she leaned toward you, curling your head underneath hers whilst your arm slinked over her waist.

“Goodnight, my handmaiden.” She murmured.

“Goodnight, my princess.” You replied, quickly falling asleep to the rhythm of her heart.

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Walking through the mud was the least of your worries.

The trenches of the British Army were barely holding together, many women and children seeking shelter in the trench. You’d already urged Diana to continue walking instead of helping, twice, but she knelt before another woman with a baby and you sighed in defeat.

“Steve, we need to help these people.” You told him, but he shook his head.

“We need to stay on-mission. The next safe crossing is at least a day away.” 

You looked at the soldiers aiming their guns above you, bombs landing above and spraying dirt onto you. “How can Diana and I get up there?”

He bursted with emotion. “This is No Man’s Land, Y/N! That means no man can cross it, alright?! Now forget it - we are going!” 

You took a step back at his outrage, determination in your stride as you threw your sack down and ripped off your World of Man clothes, revealing your armour. Bronze and gold lined the armour of a blue skirt and a golden chestplate, thin leather pieces covering your legs and arms, giving you slight protection.

You turned at the hand on your soldier, eying Diana’s armour of blue and gold. Your eyes widened. “You took that from the vault?! Are you crazy?!”

She smirked. “A princess has her ways.” 

She slid on the crown of a warrior you both loved whilst you pulled out yours, smiling at the engraving on the inside that declared it was yours. You slid it onto your head before retrieving your weapons, a whip of nine tails curled at your hip whilst a bow and a quiver full of arrows slinked over your back.

Diana had her shield and sword at the ready as she stood at one ladder whilst you stood at another, an arrow cocked before you sparked it against metal and shot it into the air, causing a loud boom from its explosive power.

You nodded to her, your minds so closely trained that you could almost read them. Her, with her shield, sprinted forward and took the heavy fire whilst you came behind her. A bomb shot straight into the air and you leapt up, swirling your whip around to throw it back into the trench, then pulling back a set of six arrows before letting them fly into the heads of six Germans.

“Diana! Impetus! (Charge!)” You yelled, the two of you leaping into the trench.

Your whip cracked effortlessly, its slashing metal ends destroying the guns and armour of the Germans. You curled it back onto your hip as the British Army took over the trenches, your eyes immediately following Diana’s to the village ahead.

“Let’s go!” You ordered Charlie and Sameer, pointing to the village before you jumped out of the trench in one leap.

You ran by Diana’s side, your minds falling into one as you wove through the village with ease, taking down the German hostiles. A bomb went off beside you, one that was evidently planted, that threw you both up and into the side of the building.

You spotted many calm Germans inside the opposing building and you both charged through. You left Diana in that room to deal with fourteen men whilst you found your own set in a bomb-making station.

With a smirk, you looked down to see a trail of explosive powder from a leaking box. All eighteen Germans looked at you as your whip descended in a flash, sparking the powder and the boxes beside it. 

You launched out of the roof and rolled out onto a flat roof, thankfully, looking to your right to see Diana burst through the glass of the room full of defeated men. You jumped from rooftop to rooftop, following your princess with a grace and skill none of the men expected.

With a finality, you dove into the centre of the town and left Diana to the tank, taking a bullet graze instead of letting it hit her shoulder. You winced at the pain but only empowered you, whipping the Germans’ guns through the chambers whilst arrows flew into their chests. 

You gasped at the sight of the Lasso of Hestia in Diana’s hands, glowing a bright golden hue that she controlled much like you with your whip. You grinned as you caught glimpses of her using it as both defence and offence, throwing the Germans around with great ease.

When another bullet flew by you, however, things were different. You looked around to see another person drop dead, your quick eyes looking up to the belltower. 

“Sniper!” Steve yelled out, to which Diana gathered others into nearby buildings. 

She spun around, looking for you in a safe spot and she sighed in relief as she saw you standing with Charlie, Sameer, Steve and Chief. You looked around for a solution as Charlie hesitated shooting the sniper, spotting a piece of sheet metal from the destroyed tank.

Steve spotted it too. All four men followed after him but they struggled to lift the sheet, exposing them to the sniper. Your whip lurched out, glowing a gentle green before bringing them back to you.

“How…?” They looked at your whip before you leapt out to the open area, the Lasso of Hestia lying on the ground. 

“Diana!” You called for her, picking it up.

She nodded, exposing her waist for you to wrap the lasso around before throwing her to the top of the belltower. The bricks crumbled beneath Diana’s forceful shield attack, barging through to kill the sniper.

You sighed in relief when she appeared unharmed, but you looked down at the still glowing rope and watched it tighten around your hand. 

The world around you warped and turned before the sight of a woman with your mother confused you. Her hand fell to your mother’s stomach before the woman disappeared, a slight bump forming on your mother. 

*My child.* A voice echoed around you, evidently feminine. 

You shook your head, eyes closed, and when you opened them, you found Diana unwrapping the lasso from your grasp. You were resting against her, your head in her lap, and you could almost see tears springing at her eyes.

“I thought I lost you.” She sighed in relief as she pulled you into a tight embrace.

You matched it. “You could never.”

You stood slowly with Diana before many of the villagers came to thank you in Flemish or French, their cold hands taking yours. Before long, you were asked by a French man to have your photograph taken, of which you simply followed Diana’s instructions. 

After it was done, you stood next to Sameer and Diana, looking over at a shaken Charlie. 

“For all his talk of shooting, he cannot shoot.” She commented.

Sameer shook his head. “Not everyone gets to be what they want to be all the time. Me? I am an actor. I love acting. I didn’t want to be a soldier. But, I’m the wrong colour.” 

You moved next to Diana and your eyebrows furrowed, looking out onto the destroyed village to see Chief denying the people’s money, even when they insisted. You watched Diana walk to where Steve held a device to his ear, but you did not care for it much.

Instead, you shed your coat and weapons and began to help the village tidy up. 

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 By nightfall, you were done and all of the debris was piled next to the destroyed tank. The pub was open for food and drinks whilst Charlie played the piano inside. You stood next to him as he tried to teach you a song, but your eyes were on Diana almost the entire time as she sat outside.

“Oy!” Charlie clicked his fingers in your face.

“Pay attention!”

“Sorry, Charlie.” You chuckled at his slightly drunken state, taking a sip of his beer.

You read through the lines and bars of music before you nodded to him, his knife against this glass attracting the attention of those inside. You smiled as Charlie began the piano, the tune starting off slow.

“I'll swim and sail on savage seas… with ne’er a fear of drowning…” You faltered slightly on the Irish pronunciation, earning an encouraging nod from Charlie. 

“And gladly ride the waves of life… if you would marry me.” You reached the low note, causing some astounded gasps from the villagers.

“No scorching sun, nor freezing cold… will stop me on my journey… If you will promise me your heart… and love me for eternity.” 

You looked up to see Diana’s eyes firmly on you, making you smile as you continued to sing. Your eyes never left hers, those warm pools of brown sparkling like gold from the bright lights of the pub, enrapturing you in her beauty.

You laughed heartily as Sameer came over to you, offering his hand to dance which you gladly took. You swung on each other’s arms as you continued to sing, the tune turning jaunty and lively as the villagers began to clap along.

As the song came to an end, you caught Sameer’s drunk state as he stumbled out of the bar, thanking you for your save before he went back inside. You were about to follow but when you turned around, Diana stood in front of you with a warm smile.

“That was beautiful. I didn’t know you could sing.” She murmured as she wrapped your coat over your shoulders.

As her hand came brushing down your arm, she noticed your small wince. Her brows furrowed and she pulled your arm out to see the bullet graze from before, her eyes turning up to yours in confusion.

“When did this happen?” She asked oh so gently.

“When we arrived here.” You gestured to the fountain and the area around in which you stood, soon turning back to her. “A man wanted to shoot you… I didn’t want him to succeed.”

In a flash, Diana had a bandage in her hand and a cup from the pub. She dipped it into the fountain’s newly-clean water and dripped it onto your outstretched arm, hearing you wince softly as it wormed into your cut.

“I’ll be alright, my princess.” You muttered, but she wasn’t having any of it.

Her gaze was laser-focused on your wound as she gently wrapped the bandage around it, apologising quickly for pressing on it, but she did manage to tie it properly. You admired her handiwork before she gave it a gentle kiss, making you shake your head with laughter.

Definitely not to hide your blush.

You looked over the villagers and smiled at their dancing, but Diana was confused by it. “This is not dancing. This is just swaying.”

You chuckled at her words. “My Princess, this is dancing. It is just a different kind than what we have grown with.”

She huffed and blew a piece of hair out of her face, but was confused when your hand was offered. “Come. Let me teach you how to dance in the World of Man.” 

“Well, if I’m going to a gala, I’ll need to know how to dance, and I’ll need to learn it from a brilliant teacher since it is such late notice.” She smirked, taking your hand.

You grinned. “Well, I can’t think of any who are greater than me, my princess.”

You gently took Diana’s hands in your own before shuffling your right to her waist, wrapping it around her loosely. You double-checked your left hand was holding hers correctly, ticking off the list in the book Etta had given you that was safely stored in your sack.

“And now… we sway, as your tongue describes it.” You chuckled, guiding her to sway from side to side.

Diana’s heart soared. The feeling of your intimacy, the distance of your hearts not as far as they used to be. She fell giddy under your touch, your gaze, your soul; and she selfishly wanted it all to herself.

You watched as she grew restless at the sight of white spots falling onto her. You pulled her even closer, looking up at it with her. “It’s snowfall, my princess. It will not harm you - it is simply fractals of frozen water.”

She looked at you in wonder, your lips almost touching, before she looked back as snow fell onto her hand and hair. “It’s magical.” She murmured.

*Indeed it is.* You thought, your eyes solely on her.

She gasped suddenly, making you jump before she apologised. “I have to go ask Steve something!” 

You watched her race off into the pub, your hand still outstretched as if your will could bring her hand back around your wrist.

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Taglist:

@frog-bread , @blackcatlogy , @mutlifandomloverblog :)

[occasionally-victor]

artblock hitted me harder than i thought, this (↓) took me nearly 3 months to do lmao anyways

idk wanted to visualise some hc's i have for some qsmp characters i guess (this is definitely not all i have in brain tho) (also, random code monster in a corner because i didn't have enough place for what i wanted and just decided to draw it separately later)

MORE DETAILED NOTES UNDER THE CUT:

Q!Cellbit:

• I really wanted to keep him as human at first, but well, i love giving non-human traits to my faves and cat really fits him guys I'm sorry my first thought about him when i started watching him is that qCell is a pathetic wet cat it was predestined really. Anyways, i noticed not many artists (the ones who catboy-ifying him. maybe its just a me problem tho) give him whiskers, so i gave him whiskers👍

• Gray hairs were a random detail i decided to add, but then i gave it some thought and honestly, his life was (still tbh) stressful - so i guess it works👍

• Made half of his hair (not even stopping at just head hair) white just because im extra sometimes. Like, i could stop at just one streak, but why would i do that?

• Got some of his shit together after being taken away by Feds and stopped looking like he is about to pass out from everything really. God bles love truly changes people👍 It doesn't change the horrific eye bags tho, they are never going away, saying as a person with eyes bags, those bad boys are the part of me at this point, so are they for him

• Burn marks are mostly on body, they haven't touched face all that much.

Q!Baghera:

• Okay, like i said, she's human-duckling shapeshifter - what that means, is that she can basically take any form ranging from just a normal human to just a normal duckling. Will point out - not a duck. Duckling.

• q!Baghs usually takes the form that is closer to human, but still has some duckling traits - because they are kinda looking cool and also like that water doesn't bother her nearly as much ig. 70% of her body is actually covered with down feathers - fluffye👍

• Now that i think, wouldn't she kinda easily float in the water? At least a bit? Because of all duckling feathers? Sick.

Q!Etoiles:

• Cucumber👍 Quite literally tho, he doesn't even have blood. Literally edible. Can regrow cut off limbs by sitting in a water for a bit. All that stuff.

• Idk who first thought of kintsugi scars for him, but this person is a genius.

• LEAFY HAIR! The flowers and tendrils are also parts of a hair and they glow! I love when glow!

• Idk, i love the idea of scarf going woosh, so i gave q!Et it👍 The yellow parts if it also glow.

• Star-freckles! Because why won't a cucumber man have star-freckles! Their glow mostly seen in the dark and they also blink.

Q!Tazercraft:

• q!Mike is a creeper hybrid with like 45% of creeper in him. The green parts are really patchy all over the body, and also fluffy. He doesn't explode often (nearly never, not enough creeper in him ig).

• q!Pac is a creature indeed👍 He is something alien-esque - fishlike, that's kinda all i can say. More importantly, he glows and can regulate that glow.

• They weren't always like that tho. They were humans for the most of their life, but something happened (I haven't thought of something yet) and now they are like that👍

• Deffo soulmates in a "they are literally bonded by an actual soul" way.

Q!Fit: (i dont have much for him and i watch him a lot lmao. I think with him i just follow canon ahah)

• One of the very few of actual just humans on the server

[dearestro]

Oh Baby! Part 3

Warnings: Sick baby, brief mentions of bodily fluids, Innuendos , and crude language. Sorry if I missed anything!

Disclaimer: I know nothing about healthcare, diseases, etc. I read a case file on the internet about the disease I wrote about. Almost everything I wrote (symptom and disease wise) I got from the internet, so I apologize if I messed up.

Summary: As time marches on desperation sinks in.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Coming Soon...

Your Pov

Before I knew it, we were on our way to Princeton-Plainsboro. Everything felt numb. Lights flashed when I closed my eyes, and the screams and cries of our baby filled my ears.

I didn't realize that we arrived until James had come to my side of the car and opened the door.

"Sweetheart…we're here." He gently prodded my shoulder. I finally looked at him. His shirt was still covered in Rosie’s blood. I only stared. "Y/n…come on. They're waiting for us in the ER." I shook my head, breaking out of the trance.

"Right…" I quickly unbuckled and got out of the car. James wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me stable as we made our way inside.

Once inside, James sat me down and went to the front desk to find the whereabouts of our baby.

We were moved to a private consultation room. We had yet to see Rosie or find out any information, but the doctor's face didn't relay much hope.

"Dr. and Mrs. Wilson…unfortunately your daughter is not doing very well. She was immediately moved to NICU." My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a sob as James wrapped his arm around me and held my head to his chest.

"So-so who's the attending doctor? What's the course of action?" James grilled the man, intent on getting as much information as possible.

“I, along with Dr. Oro, will be taking care of her. Right now, we will monitor and observe her so that we can find the right diagnosis and treatment. It’s been a long day, and there’s nothing you can do for her right now. I recommend the two of you go home and try to get some sleep. We’ll keep you updated, Dr. Wilson.” He left to go attend to business and leave us to think. We stayed silent as we took in his words. James shook his head and rubbed his hand down his face before sighing.

“I’ll-I’ll drop you off at the house…pack a bag, stay the night in my office for any updates.” He stood up and stuck out his hand to help me up. I looked up at him to see tears in his eyes. He looked like a mess. I could only imagine how bad I looked. I took his hand and we started walking to the car. I wanted to see our Rosie, but with the state she’s apparently in, it might just kill me, so I continued silently.

Once we got home, I sat on the couch and just stared…there was still blood on the carpet, and the forgotten items from earlier were thrown about. James had gone to get a shower, change, and pack. When he came back, he noticed my trance-like state.

“Why don’t you head to bed.” He whispered as he caressed my hair. “I’ll clean up out here.” I just barely nodded before he helped me get up and walk to our room. “I’ll call you in the morning.” He said as he kissed my hairline. “I love you.” I looked up at him sadly, still not able to say a word, but he seemed to understand and kissed me one more time before leaving.

Wilson’s Pov

I woke up to a loud banging on my office door. It took a second for the events of last night to flood my memory. I sighed and looked at my watch. It was ten in the morning, and I had overslept. I sighed and rubbed my face before getting up to find House on the other side of the door.

"About time." He shoved his way into my office. "You look like shit by the way."

"Gee, thanks. Look, House, I'm really not in the right state to deal with you. Please just leave."

"What? Trouble in paradise? Rugrat keep you up all night crying? And by that, I mean the baby made you cry all night."

"Please, House." I pleaded.

"Oh! I know! Wifey number 4 finally had enough and kicked you to the curb? Couldn't stand having two pathetic creatures wanting to suckle her breasts 24/7?" He would have continued, but I had finally had enough.

"House!" He turned and seemed to fully take in my disheveled appearance. A confused look crossed his face.

"What?"

"It's-it's…" I tried to get it out. To say it. I could feel tears well in my eyes as I took a deep breath to regain my cracking composure. "It's Rosie… she's sick." I could hear my voice crack at the words. I looked up, finally meeting House's eyes. He only stared. I scoffed. "What? You're not going to say anything?" I asked in disbelief at his silence. "I didn’t expect much sympathy from you of all people, but the least you could do is act like you feel bad!" I sighed again before looking back at my packed bag. "I have to pick up y/n so we can figure out what's wrong with our daughter. Lock up or don't. I don't care anymore." And with that, I left to get my wife.

Your Pov

It took forever but eventually exhaustion took over and I was out like a light. I woke up to James prodding my shoulder gently and whispering my name.

"Honey, honey, I know you're tired, but you have to get up. We've got to eat and get dressed so we can see Rosie." I groaned at the noise and sudden light. "I know. Come on." He gently helped me to sit up as I wiped the sleep from my eyes. "That's my girl." He kissed my temple as he rubbed my back.

"What time is it?" I asked while yawning.

"Almost eleven." My eyes shot open, and I scrambled to get out of bed. "Hey! Hey. It's ok. It's ok."

"I'm sorry. I should've been up by now!" I whined on the verge of tears. "I'm a bad mother! How could I sleep when our baby is sick?" I scolded myself.

"Shh. You're not a bad mother. You're exhausted. Besides, staying up worrying all night would only make things worse." I nodded at his words as I started to calm down. "That's it, babe. Come on, let's have breakfast and get showered. It'll make you feel better." He continued to rub my back as we made our way to the kitchen.

Once there, he sat me down at the island and proceeded to put together a simple breakfast. I sat quietly as we ate together while he rubbed my thigh. I just couldn't bring myself to talk much. Eventually, we got showered and dressed and headed to the hospital. We waited for any news.

This was our routine for the rest of the week. Eat, sleep, cry, wait. James took off work, and together, we tried to get through it, but unfortunately, with every passing day, there was no answer.

Today was another day spent waiting for the doctor and any news.

"Unfortunately, your daughter has taken a turn for the worse." I comprehended the doctor's words, but I couldn't relay any emotion. "We still do not know what is wrong with her." I stared at my hands. Picking at the remains of my cuticles as if it would distract from the real pain. "We aren't giving up. However, I'm afraid there's not much we can do…" After offering his sympathies, he left us to cope with the news.

I hadn't realized I was crying until a tear dropped onto my hands. First one, then two, then a rainfall. It was endless. I continued to pick at the raw skin until James grabbed my hands.

"Hey. Stop that." He said gently as he grasped my fingers and brought them to his lips. I finally looked up at him and saw the tears running down his cheeks. And just like that, something inside me broke.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" I sobbed as he pulled me into his chest and stroked my hair. "I couldn't even give you a healthy baby!"

"This isn't your fault." He whispered. I knew he was right, but if it wasn't my fault, whose was it? "None of this is your fault." I could hear the quiver in his voice as he tried to keep it together.

"We need House." He pulled back to look me in the eye as confusion crossed his face. "I know you're mad at him, but we need him. He's the only chance our baby has. Please ask him, Jamie." I continued to cry as he nodded and kissed my temple.

"Of course."

Wilson's Pov

After dropping y/n off at home and helping her to calm down, I made my way back to the hospital with one thing on my mind. House. I finally reached his office to find him ddxing with his team. Normally, I wouldn't interrupt, but in dire circumstances…

"House." Everyone turned to stare at me as I was well aware of how awful I must have looked. "I need to talk to you."

"Well, we're kind of in the middle of something so…"

"Now." He shrugged before tossing the marker to Thirteen.

"She's in charge until I get back." And he hobbled out of the room to his office. "What is it that's so important?" He deadpanned. I sighed before turning to him.

"The doctors. They don't know what's wrong with Rosie. She keeps getting worse, and they've basically given up on her." My voice trembled as I spoke.

"Which doctors?"

"Dr. Miller and Dr. Oro." He scoffed.

"Well, no wonder you're getting nowhere. They're idiots. Have her case sent to me. I'll figure it out." I exhaled, not realizing that I had been holding my breath on whether he would help or not.

"Thank you House. I-I can’t thank you enough."

"I haven't saved the rugrat yet. Go home, comfort your wife." He waved dismissively as he started back to the other room.

[cinnamon-bunni]

for the character bingo: asmo and your favorite danganronpa character ??

lets start with asmo!

MY LITTLE GUY, MY BLORBO PART TWO.....he is a silly little pink princess and is just <33333 i love him :)) he is an aro queen and we stan <3 i could go on forever abt him and my hcs but also i am unable to put it into words. he is just my special guy. he is pretty and covered and blood and glitter. he WILL cry if you dont remind him how cute he is every hour on the hour. he is my everything <3

now for danganronpa!

tbh, i dont think i really have a favorite? so i just went with these two <33 kazuichi is suuuch a pathetic, sopping wet cat, i love him for that. he is horrible and tbh i should've checked off the "canon isnt real" box for that. maybe if i ignore canon and how he treats sonia everything would be better 💀 but either way, he is so pathetic and i love him for that <3

as for byakuya, he is a bastard that deserves to be bullied forever! and i love him for that as well!! i ALSO absolutely fucking love the byakuya/taka ship and will die for it, and i shall continue to speak of it every chance i get while also never finishing my fics for </33 (wow. all of my rarepairs end the same way don't they? lmao) like....i have like a bajillion ideas for togaishi its insane. and i will never write any of it. so yeah a good chunk of my love for byakuya comes from that. either way he is a horrible bastard of a man, one who is completely out of touch with reality, and for some reason i love him <3