#i thought it was cockroach out of the corner of my eye at first too. boy would that have been easier to deal with

[dykefever]

mouse just ran over my foot in the bathroom. goodnight

[el-michoacano]

marigold

It's Aurelia's birthday today, so I went ahead and wrote a little fic for the occasion! Tagging @chordsykat, @rosayoro, @seraphtrevs, @themadknightuniverse and @sword-day 💖

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"You can get shot and be totally fine, but a little needle's enough to make you cry?"

Though there was laughter in Lalo's voice, Aurelia rolled her eyes. She wasn't even crying; She was just tearing up a little. "Shut up, Lalo." It was her twenty-first birthday, and she'd been promising herself a tattoo for ages, and he wasn't about to let him ruin it for her.

"My tattoo's in the same place," he was saying, leaning in to rest his crossed arms on the back of her chair. The artist, a pretty girl with straight-across bangs, glanced up at him for a moment before she returned to work. "Doesn't even hurt there, urraca."

There was the meat of her right forearm. It was going to be a marigold when it was done. Aurelia sighed, casting an apologetic glance down at the tattoo artist. To Lalo, she said, "You're not gonna shut up, are you?"

"Do I ever?"

That was a fair, and Aurelia was smiling when she said, "I knew I should've brought Nacho instead."

In the mirror in front of the chair, she could see Lalo tip his head in thought. He asked, "That the one with the big doe eyes and the eyelashes?"

"Everyone has eyelashes, Lalo."

"You know what I mean."

She did, and she hesitantly admitted, "That's the one."

"He's cute," Lalo said.

He wasn't wrong, but Aurelia replied, "He's mine."

Lalo shrugged, his lips quirking at one corner. "We could share."

"The last time we shared, tio Hector had the guy taken out." Julían hadn't deserved that. At least it had been execution-style. It had been quick. He'd been dealt with like he was no more than a cockroach to be crushed underfoot. "I don't share anymore."

"You like the other one, too," Lalo pointed out. "The little shivery chihuahua one."

Well, that was rude. It wasn't an objectively incorrect assessment, but it was rude. She shot back, "Maybe they're both mine."

"And that gringo lawyer," Lalo added.

"He's married."

Lalo laughed, the sound rich and golden as honey. He said, "Never stopped you before."

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Hello !!! Can I ask for Terry with this prompt "I'm pretty sure I've discovered a new species of roach, can you come over and kill it for me?" ? With or without a smut, you decide ! Congrats again for yours 1000 followers ❤️❤️

Masterlist

I am Australian, our bugs are made of different stuff.

The Bathroom Roach

Contains: Fluff, cockroaches, smut.

1.7K words

There are approximately 4,000 species of cockroaches in the world, and only about four of them are found in North America.

All you wanted was a long, hot shower after work, but clearly, that was too much to ask for. You saw it the moment you pulled back the shower curtain, a great big cockroach with white stripes down its wings and long spindly antennas.

You didn't scream, there was no reason to, you were much bigger and smarter than the bug and would defeat it and enjoy your shower. Or so you thought because, by the time you had returned from getting bug spray, the thing had moved.

You looked around the bathroom, but the monster roach had found you first and with one wrong move, it was flying at your face.

You did the only thing you could think of and called your boyfriend, hoping he would take mercy on you and leave work early to come and kill it. The phone rang, and Terry answered happily, the sound of traffic filtering behind his voice, "What can I do for you Doll? I'm just in traffic heading home now."

"I'm pretty sure I've discovered a new species of roach, can you come over and kill it for me?" You had never seen anything like it before, not even on the subway after midnight.

He sounded amused, "Sure Doll, give me fifteen minutes and I'll be there."

"Don't laugh Terry, it's the size of a house and flew at me. I'm pretty sure it's an invasive species." You could understand why he was chuckling under his breath, you were always the one to leave the harmless spider in the corner so this was out of character.

He sighed, "It's New York gorgeous, it probably just drunk sewer water."

You sat posed with the can pointed at the door in your hand, "Well hurry, it might eat me if you take too long."

Terry's horn beeped, "I'll be there soon."

****

You heard Terry's key in the door, and then he was kicking off his shoes and running into the bedroom, "Hey y/n." He came closer, bending down to peck your cheek and taking the can from your hand, "Was it so bad that you had to stay in a towel?"

You blinked, "Being butt naked is the last thing on my mind."

He chuckled, "Alright then, I'll go kill this thing then you can have a shower and I'll order takeout. How does that sound?"

You nodded, "Yeah, ok, please hurry." Terry wielded the can like a gun, closing the door so the strong smelling spray stayed in the bathroom. It took a few minutes before you heard Terry let out a string of curses then there was the dull sound of soft thuds.

He came out moments later, his eyes wide and his face pale, "I take it back Doll, that thing was huge."

Your eyes went wide, "Is it dead?"

He nodded, "Very. I'm gonna go get your disinfect and clean up for you, I may have gone a bit overboard trying to bludgeon it with your hand soap and it's gone everywhere."

"Did the spray not…."

Terry shook his head, "Nope, it just made it mad."

You waited while Terry cleaned up, the breeze for the window he must have opened filling the air with the smell of your split soap. He was done in a flash, spinning around on his heel with a smile, "All done gorgeous, the shower is all yours."

You grinned and stepped towards him, "Thank you, my brave knight. As a thank you, I'll even let you get whatever you want, and then maybe later tonight we can.." You raised an eyebrow and let the thought dangle.

"That's fair. Go clean up, you look cold." He could see the gooseflesh on your skin, and his warm hand on your forearm made you realise how cold you were.

You smiled and pecked his cheek, "Thank you Terry, you are wonderful."

He smiled and returned the gesture, his bread scratching your skin, "Anything for you Doll."

****

Terry ordered Pizza for dinner, traditional for you and meat lovers for him. He even got Pana Cota for dessert. You were cuddling on the couch, watching some action movie while Terry stroked your hair. The film wound down and you stood up and stretched out your hand, "It's late my love, shall we take this to the bedroom."

Terry smiled, "I'd like that." He took your hand and followed you to the bedroom, his smile turning to a grin as you locked the door behind him.

You pressed your lips to his neck, and Terry's hand rested on your shoulder as your fingers gripped the hem of his shirt. He helped you pull it over his head, and your lips moved from his neck to his chest, kissing the dusting of hair before your hand slid down his body to cup his half hard cock.

Terry groaned as you made your way lower, stopping to lick his skin ever so often until you were on your knees before him. His hands held your head as you pecked down his happy trail, his pants following his boxers to the floor as his cock sprung free, "If a bug in my bathroom leads to this, I'm happy."

Terry chuckled, "You and me both." You kept eye contact as you licked a stripe from tip to base and back again and his thumb stroked your cheek lovingly. You kitten licked the tip until his breathing picked up and took him into your mouth, focusing on the head as Terry groaned.

"That's is Doll, you're so fucking good at that." His voice was tight and you took that as a sign to take him deeper while one hand went to his hip and the other went to play with his balls.

Terry's jaw clenched and he locked his knees as you rolled his balls in your hand, "Fucking hell, you're going to kill me one day."

You gave him an mmhhh and a quiet fuck slipped through his lips. You pulled back and returned to the kitten licks, Terry chuckling as you looked up at him with mischief in your eyes, "I thought you were thanking me."

You smiled up at him, "I am don't worry." You made him eat his words as you took him down as far as you could and Terry did all he could so stop himself from doubling over.

He felt the edge approach in a growing wave and tapped your cheek to warn you, moaning gratefully when you stayed where you were. It happened from one breath to another, the climax overtaking him in a rush as you held his balls closer to his body.

You pulled back and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and Terry helped you up with a sleepy grin, "You are amazing Doll."

His nose bumped yours as he kissed you, unfazed by his taste on your lips, "I love you."

He pulled you closer, lust coming over his face again, "I love you too, now can I make you feel good?"

"Yes please." He led you to the bed and ran a hand from your neck to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and taking you in with hooded eyes, "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

You went to respond but he kissed your words away and slid both hands down your body to pull down your sleep shirt. He stepped towards the bed and your legs bent as the backs of your knees hit the edge, "My mouth or my fingers?"

"Your fingers please." You shuffled up the bed and laid on your side, waiting for Terry to follow you. He threw your leg over his hip and took your face his hand, pulling you in a kiss as his hand slid off your cheek and down your body. He stopped to his brush his thumb over your nipple and swallowed your grasp as he rolled it in his fingers.

His hand moved from your breast to your waist and then your hip and he paused before he reached your centre, "Can I?"

You nodded, "Yes please." He pulled your closer before his fingers slid through your wet slit and Terry grunted when you bucked your hips towards his hand.

"I love you so much y/n." His lips found yours as he slid one then two fingers inside you and his thumb found your clit. He started slow at first, seeking out your G-spot with skilful fingers as his thumb circled in a way he knew would make you see stars.

His voice was soft as he spoke against your lips, "You're so good for me, I love you so much."

"I love you too Terry." He stroked your G-spot and with two more circles of his fingers, you were clenching your him with a moan.

He worked you down slowly, his fingers gradually stopping as you caught your breath. "You good Doll?" You nodded and he pulled his hand away, taking his fingers into his mouth with a groan, "I am one lucky man."

You sighed, "Hey, I'm pretty lucky too." He hopped up and headed to the bathroom, returned with a cloth to clean you up and smiled against your skin as you wove your hands into his hair, still damp from his earlier shower to kiss him, "You ready for bed?"

He shook his head softly, threw the towel in the hamper, and slid into bed next to you, "Move in with me."

You huffed, "We've been over this before Terry, your rich WASPS neighbours are worse than the rats and roaches."

Terry pulled you close and buried his face in your neck, "And not coming home to you is even worse than that. You know you won't regret it."

You sighed, "Alright, it's not like it was going to take much convincing, aside from your neighbours, I do like you place."

Terry grinned, "That's what I wanted to hear." He reached over and switched off the light and darkness filled the room.

You pressed your lips to his, and Terry pulled you as close as you could get, "Goodnight Doll, I love you."

"Goodnight Terry, I love you too."

Fin

[deepsix-writing]

Fix You. Chapter 2 of 5.

After the events of Marble Hornets, Tim is left to pick up the pieces of what is left of his old life. One piece in particular is back from the grave.

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Tim's fervent joy only falters when they arrive at the details. It was only hours before that he'd forgotten how complicated those could be. The nurse by Brian's side had given him a debrief: general care and things to watch out for, mainly. Then, he'd been handed an intimidating stack of paper. 'Discharge instructions', the nurse called them.

'Something I'll deal with,' Brian renamed them. He pulled himself into the passenger's seat of Tim's car and met the rest of his medical questions with much of the same stoic stubbornness. But it still hit Tim.

Brian was hurt. Not dying or open wound bleeding, of course, but hurt enough to make Tim remember that despite the miracle that was this moment, The past still stained them both with its inky blackness. He could see the ash covering him in the reflection of Brian's smiling eyes.

There was something wrong with his spine. Loads of medical jargon had been tossed his way to pad out the full diagnosis in the papers he was handed, but all he knew off the top of his head was that it had something to do with a fracture, and high potential for nerve damage if Brian moved around too much or in the wrong ways while it healed. Tim would come to find out later that the doctors hadn't even been sure if he'd been able to walk again, when he'd first been brought into the hospital. But Brian was a persevering kind; there was a will to live that surged in his veins like white hot lightning. They even said that when his back was healed enough, he could swap to crutches and get on the road to walking again. He was a fucking cockroach, more like.

The nurse had slung a duffel bag into the car's backseat along with a pair of crutches and the folded-up wheelchair. Tim slung the papers back to rest along with them and they went on their way.

"My old place. Same address." Brian's tone is curt, and suddenly Tim didn't feel as familiar with his back-from-the-grave best friend anymore. He felt suddenly like sand was slipping from his fingers. For a moment, he wondered that maybe there was no sand to begin with.

"Do you wanna grab some food first? Or go to the store or something?" Tim holds back from casting Brian a long look as he turns out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

"Just my place is fine." Brian held firm. Then, he said something odd. "…I know just asking you to do this for me was pushing it enough."

Tim gave Brian a funny look, and Brian held it in a sincere way. But doubt crept into his features. Tim didn't have to ask before he spoke again. "I know last time we saw each other, we weren't on the best terms."

That earned Brian another funny look, and the man almost thought he'd have to say something else before Tim finally spoke up. His voice had gone quiet, but it was firm with conviction. His eyes scanned the city streets ahead of them, but his mind was firmly set on his best friend.

"You know I don't give a fuck about any of that proxy bullshit, Brian."

"…I thought you did."

"I don't."

Not when it comes to you. I don't care if you were the one that started it all. I'll stay by your side until the end regardless.

Brian paused and looked out the window, processing the weight of it all. Then something seemed to lift off his shoulders. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief – tentative and careful, like he'd have to take it back at a moment's notice. The world sped by around them, and city streets gave way to the hills and fields of the town's outskirts. Outer Tuscaloosa bustled with life: kids playing in their yards, adults jogging along the sides of the road, birds flitting from trees to telephone wires. But none of it had really changed. Not in any way that mattered.

"I thought you hated me." Out of the corner of his eye, Tim sees Brian turn to look at him.

"I don't." Tim turns to give him a smile, heavy with the weight of words he couldn't form. I never could.

Brian seemed to understand this when he met the smile with one of his own. He had a mischievous glint in his eye when he next spoke.

"Good. Because I actually am a little hungry."

They decided the first diner they drove past was as good as any. A bar would have been much more to Tim's liking, but Brian (as logical as ever) had quietly let him know that he couldn't have alcohol with the pain medication he was on.

"Wait, are you in pain right now?"

"It's fine."

Brian assured him that they'd get drinks another time, and handed him another smile as they both settled themselves into the restaurant. That smile didn't falter when the waitress came and gave them menus, and he even laughed with her when he'd misread an item and tried to order complete gibberish.

It was almost as unreal to Tim as Brian simply being alive, the fact that he was so damn chipper about it. He relayed his own order and handed their menus to the woman, quietly wondering how it was that Brian always seemed to have it all figured out. Even when they were kids, he was as dependable and unshaken as an oak. A sturdy kind that Tim's crookedness had always been magnetized towards. It shouldn't have surprised him, to see his old friend like this, and it shouldn't have surprised him any more when the one to inevitably poop their party was himself. The moment the waitress had left and Brian's laughter had faded from his tongue, the words tumbled out of Tim's mouth one after the other.

"How are you so okay with this?"

"I just read it wrong. It's not like it's the end of the world."

"I don't mean that. I mean you're hurt. I mean you could have died. I thought you had."

Brian offered only a lukewarm shrug. "Well, I didn't."

"Jay's dead."

Brian pursed his lips. "I know."

"Probably Jessica and Amy, too."

"I know that, too."

"I KILLED ALEX!"

Tim's composure was a waterfall that had crashed into the jagged rocks below. He was collecting weird looks from the scattered people across the diner. Brian still seemed unphased.

"…Yeah. I figured."

Injured or not, Tim wanted to smack him upside the head. Fighting words threatened to burst from his lips, but he breathed in, long and hard. His next words were strangled.

"How are you so okay with this. Everything has gone to shit."

Brian's turn to give Tim a funny look had come. He was generous to add another deliberate pause, considering his words before he let them leave his mouth.

"Everything went to shit, Tim. There's a difference. It's over now. Alex is dead, you said it yourself. It's okay now."

"How do you know that?" Tim didn't feel okay. He felt like shit, and Brian's level-headedness made him feel like he was going crazy for feeling that way. That made him feel like shit even more.

Brian shrugged. "I don't. Not really. But I want it to be true, so we can say it is until proven otherwise." He leaned forward in his seat, letting his arms rest against the table. His eyes reflected sincerity and hope. "Besides. If I am wrong, we can always figure it out. We have each other, don't we?"

Tim wished Brian wouldn't make so much damn sense, just once. Just once, he wanted to hear the man fumble with his words, or not pause to consider how he should put something. But Brian was a glass that wouldn't spill, and suddenly Tim didn't feel so shitty anymore. Brian always had a point. He always thought everything through.

…

Well, not always.

"You forgot to renew the lease? Did you not think to call your landlord and tell him where you've been?"

Brian mustered a weak shrug as he hunched over the lock to his former apartment. He'd spent the last few minutes trying to jam his dusty keys into a lock that had obviously been changed months ago.

"I've disappeared before. Missed rent once, too. I thought he trusted me by now." Brian wasn't quite frowning, but a worm of dissatisfaction had worked its way on his face. He pulled out his phone and flipped it open, but he paused when his eyes fixed on the number buttons. Tim paused too. His gaze followed suit, piercing the same phone Brian had told him he'd only gotten a week ago.

"You don't remember his number."

Brian quietly slipped the phone back in his pocket. The setting sun cast golden rays on his apologetic smile. "…Sorry."

Tim shook his head. "Don't be. Like you said. We'll figure this out together."

Brian's smile split into a grin. "Alright. As long as you're not putting me up in a shitty motel."

…

Going back to Tim's place was the natural solution. Knowing what to say to explain the mess, on the other hand… not so much. It wasn't too wheelchair friendly in the first place, either, which made the mound of dirty clothes and boxes and plastic bags on the floor that greeted them when Tim finally wedged open the door all the more upsetting. Brian didn't say anything about it, and went into the kitchen instead.

Not as bad as it had been, at the very least. Tim scooped up what clothes he could, tossing them into a mound in a more distant corner. He had made an effort to clean the worst of it that morning, at least so that the authorities would have an easy time getting to…

"You a writer now, or something?" Brian had made it to the open notepad on the kitchen table while Tim had been kicking boxes towards the wall. Tim quickly hopped over to snatch it before Brian could get past the 'to whom it may concern'. It earned him one hell of a look, dancing towards his friend to pluck the notepad from his hands, but he couldn't let him read it.

"That's, uh. Nothing, it's… it was just in case." He tries to laugh it off, but Tim can't meet his friend's face.

"In case of what?" Brian's tone said it all. Tim pretended not to notice.

"Nothing. It's fine. You're taking my bed. Just got to clean some stuff up first." He took the notepad with him and walked down the hall, leaving Brian in the dust. He grimaced when his back was turned, praying that Brian would drop it. He felt a jolt of anxiety when the man hollered down at him.

"I'm fine with the couch, you know!"

"I'm not!" The worry dissipated. Brian was solid, but Tim was stubborn. And he knew Brian resting his back on his ratty, lumpy couch would only guarantee the man would never get back up on his feet again. Tim slept on the couch more often than he had on his bed in the past few months, anyways.

It took Tim longer than he was proud to admit to get his bedroom into a presentable state and even longer to settle the living room and couch, but there was finally enough room to bring in Brian's stuff. Tim set the duffel bag on his bed and propped the crutches against the wall beside it. It was close enough that Brian could reach them when he needed them, he hoped. Tim stuffed the notepad away in his dresser and buried it beneath his underwear.

When he came back to the main room, Brian was unabashedly rummaging around in his fridge. Tim hangs around against the fridge, peering down at his friend's face. What he was looking for, Tim would never know: he cleaned out the fridge earlier that day. The house would have rotted enough on its own. But still, he grimaces.

"We can go to the store in the morning." It's as half-assed as apologies get. "Movie?"

They settled on the couch and put on an old Shyamalan flick: one Alex had introduced them to back when he was in film school, ironically enough. But it was a good movie. It had a twist that left them both wondering if they'd ended out watching the same movie they'd started on. When the credits rolled, they both fell into silence. The dim glow of the old television outlined their faces. Tim let his eyes glaze over with his head propped up against his fist, and Brian took a sip from a glass of water he'd gotten an hour earlier to take with some medicine. The moon peeked through the cracked window shutters by the door, spying on the reunited pair. It was a comfortable silence; this time, Tim was not the one to break it.

"What were you doing before I texted you, Tim?"

"…What?" Suddenly the silence wasn't so comfortable.

But Brian didn't repeat himself. He knew Tim had heard. He had seen Tim had stopped shaving and he had seen messy bandage that spanned side of his temple. He had seen the muck and the mess and the lack of food in the fridge and the note. He had seen it all. Words still came to Tim's lips slowly.

"I guess you already know, huh?" Nothing was more fascinating to his eyes than the names rolling up on the television screen at that moment. He'd gone tense. Brian was looking right at him.

"I was kind of hoping I didn't." Tim didn't hear an ounce of a smile in his words. Brian made him worry for his own wellbeing in a way that he could never do by himself. Brian added, "what were you thinking?"

It wasn't judgmental, the way he said it, even if either of their mothers might have meant it that way back in the day, when they'd taken Brian's father's car and promptly crashed it into a ditch. That 'what were you thinking?' was a different breed. It really meant 'how could you be so stupid?'. But this was something else. It said 'What happened? Let me in. I want to know where your mind has been.'

Tim didn't open up easy. He never did. But Brian was patient. He always was.

Spending his childhood in a hospital had nurtured a special hatred for feeling examined in Tim. Tests and medical examinations to poke and prod to better understand his brain from a scientific standpoint… the very thought of it made him twitch. But for Brian, he was vivisected, exposing his deepest thoughts to the man like a medical model. He spilled himself out for Brian to listen and nod. His friend took at all with stoic respect, considering everything before he dared pass judgment or ask questions. Tim talked about Alex, Jessica, Amy. Jay, Alex, Alex. The blood he saw on his hands, the voicemail he'd listen to night after night. Yesterday, when someone who wasn't Brian was picked up his old phone. Brian, Alex. Brian, Alex.

"Have you been taking your meds?" It was just as quiet and neutral as his last question, but Tim feared it wouldn't stay that way. What with everything he'd shared, it was impossible. He grimaced.

"No. And I already know what you're going to say." He risks a glance to Brian now, but it's brief. Short-lived. "It's fine. Really. The hallucinations, at least. They're under control. And it's not like I can talk to a therapist about killing a guy."

"You're not wrong… good thing I'm here then, eh?" Brian stretched his arms out behind his back, yawning something fierce. "We can talk, then. Better than nothing. I know… these past few months have been rough for you. It'll get better, Tim. We can help each other out, yeah?"

Tim still doesn't look at him. But he can see the glint of his teeth out of the corner of his eye. He scoffs. "Yeah. Lot of help I'm doing, bitching and moaning to you while you can't even get up."

"Hey. You're giving me a roof to stay under. And your bed. It's worth a little bitching and moaning."

Tim finally meets Brian's gaze. His eyes roll, and before he can help it, he's grinning. Brian chuckles.

"-I am tired as balls, though. Please tell me you're still fine with me taking your bed."

Tim was. And after he'd helped get Brian settled for the night, he found himself laying on the couch and staring up at the ceiling. In the pitch of midnight, it was nothing more than a blur of static noise that danced in front of his eyes. The whirlwind of the day danced for him too, the day's miracles replaying in his mind like a broken record player he never wanted to fix. Brian, the man he'd thought to be a ghost for all these months, was back from the grave. Before Tim finally drifted off to sleep, he prayed he would never stop being haunted.

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July 22: D/J, Thunderstorm

Daria/Jane, ~850 words, 28 minutes

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The storm is still just black clouds on the horizon but the rain has already begun, so steady and quiet that Jane can barely hear it over the music from her stereo, when the phone starts ringing. No one else picks up. So she scrambles around on the floor until she finds the cordless, which she dropped down there last night, late, after the longest conversation she's ever had about nothing at all.

"Yo."

"You've got to get me out of here."

Her sketchbook's propped open on her knees, and she smiles down at it, just halfway. The words are dire, the voice that says them even and emotionless.

"Who is it this time? Sister? Mother? Father? D, all of the above?"

"Aunt," Daria answers. "Rita's boyfriend dumped her and her house is being fumigated."

Jane raises an eyebrow. "Is the boyfriend a giant cockroach?"

"Yes."

"Mmm." She's been playing Radiohead on repeat all day; it's that kind of weather, that kind of mood. She reaches back to turn the volume down just a little. "You can always hide out here." A moment's pause, uncertain, the corner of her lip pulled in hard between her teeth. "We could do that thing again." Coward's move, not being able to say it. But it's more than Daria has managed in almost forty-eight hours now.

A long silence stretches out over the line. "We could," she answers.

"We don't have to," Jane adds, quick, and too bright, because she can't read in those two syllables—so carefully formed, not a single crack or hint of emotion in them—what her best friend might be thinking, and that's so odd for her it makes her stomach feel like it's flipping right over in the middle of her.

But I'd like to.

"I can be over in a few minutes," Daria says, and hangs up.

Jane hides her sketchbook in the drawer next to her bed and stands up and tells herself they'll watch whatever's on TV and maybe talk about Rita and Barksdale sisters' drama and whatever was up with that cockroach guy, he sounds like a real prize. And that the rest was an aberration. And that she has to stop thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it.

She doesn't put on her boots, just walks downstairs in her sockfeet. Already she can hear the rain picking up, a distant rumble of thunder that crashes overhead for a long, long time. She glances out and up through the window, sees heavy storm clouds scudding in closer over the trees.

When the doorbell rings, she opens the door right away.

Daria's standing on the other side, drenched beneath a heavy downpour of rain. Her hair is flat and dripping, her clothes waterlogged, her eyes invisible behind her rain-splattered glasses. Behind her, a crack of lightning breaks up the clouds, sizzles through them with a flash of electric-light.

"It was just drizzling when I left," she says, as if this were any sort of excuse at all.

Jane laughs. "You look like a wet rat."

Daria's brows furrow, that sharp, angry V between them that Jane's always thought is more cute than anything, and she answers, "Thank you for that helpful commentary. Aren't you going to let me in?"

"Oh, no, I changed my mind, I think you should—"

She can't get the last words out. Daria grabs her by the wrist and yanks her over the threshold. The rain's coming down so hard, needle sharp and cold and she shivers through her socks from the chill of the pavement and the near-winter shock of it, that she's half as drenched as Daria in about three seconds. And dammit if she doesn't even care.

Because Daria hasn't let go of her wrist. They're standing almost nose to nose out here.

The first, last, and only time they've been this close was right before they kissed, right before Jane kissed her, standing upstairs in the middle of her bedroom after school. It's Daria who leans in first this time, so fast she misses on her first try, and gets the side of Jane's mouth instead. The second one lands right, lands perfect, and Jane's fingers tangle up in her wet hair, thumbs sliding along the wet skin of her cheeks. She's so out of breath from the cold of the rain and the unexpected insistence of this girl, pressing forward, her hands at Jane's waist, that it's all she can do to just hold on. Just hold on.

"You know we could be doing this inside," Jane mumbles, right up against Daria’s mouth. She almost can't hear herself over the sound of heavy rain against pavement, the constant white-noise sheen of it pouring down.

"Too late now," Daria whispers back—which strikes Jane as so funny that nervous, manic laughter starts bubbling up in her. Too late now. They're already soaked so what else could happen? Only a lightning strike right where they’re standing. Which is what this already feels like. Like lighting that has somehow struck twice.

[maddoc05]

forest fire (1048 words)

Summary: MAG 200 Jon and Tim AU

Ao3

The walls of the tunnels crack, curved like a spider’s web as it hangs over their heads. Jon tries not to linger on it too long. Every scuttle in the dark, every hint of a shadow peering from the corner edges, every muffle-thump of dirt that echoes in these godforsaken tunnels tenses him. Spider-clumps and miles of silk string.

There is no forgiveness to be found under these tunnels.

His hands are shaking as he lights the cigarette. His fingers catch against the fractures in the metal case.

Jon drags in a breath, and welcomes the burn of ash perforating his lungs.

Tim shuffles next to him, and Jon wordlessly passes it over to him.

He watches the flames flicker against Tim’s eyes. The shadow it casts are as dark as the bags under his eyes, against the pale scarred skin of his face. After the worms. After the explosion had singed away hair and flesh. The guilt dwells inside Jon like a second home. He never tries to bury it anymore – a punishment, if only to himself.

Because empty platitude and apologies can never scrape together shards or mend what was so many years in the breaking.

Saying I’m sorry will never fix what Jon has done.

Tim burns the cigarette.

“These will kill you.” His voice is hollow.

“Too fucking late.” Jon mutters.

His empty hand itches. The space between his ribs where his heart stagnates reminds him of this fact with every mockery of a breath.

“Georgie wanted to come after you.” Tim says darkly. “I told her I would.”

“Hm.” Jon has long since burned that bridge. The only thing he was ever good at. Next to surviving like a fucking cockroach when it would have been better for everyone if he had properly died. 

 “I hate this. I hate-“ – you, Jon mentally fills in the blanks – but Tim continues, “Being forced to make that choice. Like- losing everything else even after I think it’s all been taken.”

Jon says nothing. Waits for it.

“And- and now. We have to choose between this world or countless others. I can't even be selfish, because I keep thinking, that there's a world where none of this happened, where all of us could have been happy. Where Danny-” Tim breaks off. "I thought that- even after all that shit - at least we would have a chance. In the safehouse. A chance to be safe and free." 

Before Jon ruined it. Like he ruined everything else.

“None of this was fair.” Tim says. “Not to me. And- and not to you. I’m tired, Jon.”

It’s the first time that Tim has addressed him by name, since after the Unknowing.

Not the sarcastic drawl of Archivist or that bastard or monster.

“And I’m not? My whole life is a lie, it’s been nothing but a long setup to this.” Jon says bitterly, scrubbing his hand over his face. Part of him dares Tim to get angry again. At least it’s a familiarity for him to grasp onto. “I damned the whole fucking world, Tim. Sasha is gone. Martin is gone. Billions are suffering and dying.”

The silence drags.

“Since we’re doing this heart-to-heart thing.” Jon mutters, and stupidly, that’s the thing that finally breaks him.

His next breath is a sob. And the next. He doesn’t expect Tim to catch him when his knees finally give out, when Jon can’t even see past the blur of tears in his vision, but he does. His throat aches, tight with tears like a noose, and it feels like his chest is caving in within himself. His face is crumpled and wet like a tissue.

Tim’s breath is hot against the front of his throat, Jon tilts his head back, exposed, as that aching thing within him grasps onto the direction of the closest thing to his god but the tunnels block him, heavy and oppressive, and so Jon is alone and breaking and nothing and everything all at once.

Tim is the serrated edge of an anchor. Jon wants to bleed, wants to match that awful chasm within himself to something that he can actually comprehend. He wants- he wants an end to all this, and he wants Jonah Magnus to pay. He will rip the words from Elias’s throat like Magnus had done to his, and he will make him suffer the fear that Jon has been drowning in for so long.

Tim doesn’t need words to understand, when Jon grasps his hands – one always, always cold – and he twists his head to meet Tim’s gaze head-on, and the wound that bleeds from his eyes is the rage and anguish and determination that tells Tim everything he needs to know. Tim thinks, and Jon knows, that this is where their road inevitably ends.

Tim breathes, ragged. They are both slumped against the tunnel wall, Jon cradled in Tim’s arms with kindness that they both know he doesn’t deserve.

Jon whispers in Tim’s ear, “Pull the trigger.”

A shiver racks Tim’s spine. “You bastard.” Their foreheads pressed together, and in that moment, Jon’s world is Tim. Not the Beholding, not the spider, not the door that knocks and knocks and knocks. Tim’s eyes are full of understanding and pain and some sliver of emotion that Jon can’t name. “That’s the deal.”

 

 

It’s so easy to lie to the others.

Basira tells them to enjoy their brief respite – one final night of rest – before their plan is to be implemented. Jon smiles a liar’s smile, but it doesn’t matter, because they all walk on fragile courtesy and false words slipped within sheep’s wool. Tim’s arms are stifling around Jon’s shoulders.

They both don’t sleep, but the feigned intimacy of it is… something.

Jon can close his eyes. He can spare a moment to pretend.

But he doesn’t dare to.

The tunnels carry sound well. Both Tim and he wait for Basira’s breathing to even out, to be certain that Georgie and Melanie are well and truly asleep, before making their move.

Tim is the one to press the knife into Jon’s hand. Jon is the one to give Tim a pained smile, and mouth thank you.

They both leave the tunnels and don't look back.

Jon ascends his Tower, and Tim follows

[slifarianhawk]

Resident Evil: Archangel

Chapter 2: tests

I woke up in a dark room and my arms were bound to the wall I couldn't stand and I couldn't see. After a while I started to hear footsteps coming my way then they stopped, after a few seconds they opened the door to the room I'm in. the light from outside the blinded me for a few moments, when my vision cleared Wesker was standing in the doorway. When I saw him I hoped my contacts didn't fall out or Wesker would recognize me instantly and would kill me.

"So you're the little fly that's been buzzing around." He asked menacingly.

"Tsk you should know, heh you're like a little black cockroach." I chuckled feeling a slap across my face.

"How dare you mock a god like myself?" He said darkly.

I snorted, "A god you say, don't make me laugh. Hell I bet you wouldn't even be able to walk without out those viruses pumping through your veins."

"Let's see if you're still talking after three months of experimentation." He chuckled.

I laughed in his face, "experiments those don't frighten me, torture is child play, and I went through hell and back in my training."

"So you think this is a game, then let's play a game" he looked at the guards, "take her to the first room, and let's see how long you last."

The two majini hit me with their stun rods. My already aching body felt each jolt like a fire searing through my muscles. My head sank for a moment as they latched a shackle around my neck. They chained my arms and legs together, preventing me from escaping as they unshackled me from the wall. Roughly pulling on the chains they dragged me into the brightly lit hallway. My eyes barely able to adjust before being thrown into another room.

My body hit the floor with a thud. They threw me in a long room at first I couldn't see a damn thing but I heard metal scrape against the cement floor. The room smelt like blood and rust. I blinked a few times trying to get my eyes to adjust; however, as soon as I did the room lights flashed on. I did not like what I saw. A man stood in the room with barbed wire wrapped around what looked like a burlap sack over his head. This wasn't what made me nervous though, in his hands was a Chainsaw covered in blood.

"Let's see how well you go up against some of our pets." A voice rang through the speakers in the ceiling. It was Wesker, he was watching. As the man started the Chainsaw he howled a terrifying scream as he ran toward me. I leapt into action, dodging to the left. He quickly turned around, the Chainsaw scraping against the floor. I glanced around the room, there was barely anything in my vicinity, and the only thing there was a mirror. It was most likely one way glass. He was watching me. I wasn't in my gear so my equipment is out of the question. I dodged to the right as the crazed B.O.W. swung the power tool down. This was bad move on my part. I had backed myself into a corner.

"Shit..." I muttered.

I knew in the back of my mind he was laughing sadistically at the sight. I growled, that thought made my blood boil. In my moment of rage I didn't notice the majini charge at me. With only a second to spare I twisted my body. The chainsaw slammed into the wall. While the B.O.W was trying to recover I grabbed his wrist and twisted it shattering the bone. He let out a wail of pain as it clutched its now broken hand. In the second he grabbed his wrist, I slammed the monsters head into the chainsaw leaving a massive gash on its forehead stunning it. With a wild smirk I ripped the chainsaw from the wall.

"Heh too easy." I said running through its head with its weapon. A few moments later gas started spraying out the wall. I ran over to the door and tried to open it but the door wouldn't budge. I couldn't leave the room so I held my breath for as long as I could. A minute later I breathed in the gas and the toxins in the air made me pass out.

I awoke feeling my body being dragged. I shifted my eyes up seeing the same two majini from before. I was being dragged by the collar of my shirt. I shifted my arms grabbing the knife was in the lefts ones boot. I rolled my eyes. It was my black knife that was a piece of my gear. It was a gift from my student. I closed my eyes and sighed.

~~~~~flash back~~~~~

"This will be your charge agent 748." Vladimir said, "She'll be your responsibility."

"Hello my name Alistar Lancaster, I look forward to learning from you." The young agent said.

"The pleasure is all mine," I waited till Vladimir was out of the room and I stepped up to her and leaned into her ear, "My name is Tabitha Wesker, call me T and trust me you made the biggest mistake of your life coming to Umbrella."

"I'm not here for money, my reasons are personal." She said.

"Seems we are kindred spirits then." I smirked and walked away with her.

When we were far enough from where Surgei she asked me something,"so why did he call you agent not by your actual name?".

At this I stopped and stared straight at her. Taking a moment to check that we were away from any cameras I sighed and in a hushed voice spoke who I was, "My full name is Tabitha Redfield- Wesker. I'm the former wife of Albert Wesker and eldest sister in the Redfield family, both enemies of Umbrella. After the Arkley Mansion Incendent Umbrella proceeded to "see if I was like my husband". To them I'm nothing more than a test subject and a tool to be used as they see fit. This doesn't stop me from my true objective, to take back what they stole from me."

She stared at me with an inquiring voice, "What did they steal from you?".

Sorrow filled my gaze but not a single tear spilled, "the better question is what is left that they want to take."

~~~~~end of flashback~~~~~

After a moment I was thrown into another room this time I terrified by what I saw in the room... 'fuck my life' was all i thought. A ten foot cloaked monster stood over me, in its hands was a massive axe.

A dark chuckle rang through out the room again. His voice was sounding a slightly enticed tone, "it seems we have to increase the difficulty a bit, but I assure you by the end of these next few tests you will be suffering."

With a growl i spoke,"we shall see about that!".

[lisxdumbr]

i Finally finished the reply (I just woke up from taking a nap)

I don't mind you replying to both asks in one post at all! ♪ I intended for my asks to be separated so you can answer each with half the whole burden divided since they're pretty.. Long, yanno? Easier and faster to reply to each. Before anything else, thank you for taking out some of your precious time to reply !! I do have a small request tho, since the asks and reply can get long, will it alright for you if you can put *read more*? :0 I just feel like not wanting to take up space on someone's feed since i feel bad and so so sdfjfhds. I hope that's okay for you; I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY. help. BONJOUR to you☆ for the greetings, because I have no idea what to go for the greeting.

Themes can somehow show a person's uniqueness, a quick insight to their aesthetic choices and such, so it's a lovely thought! There will always be someone who will like what you do and create <3 I have seen Qian's!! but i am unsure about Soren's (have not seen it), either way, their themes surely look beautiful even if I have not witnessed it all 🙌✨

HI you are a Moon too...!! mm I don't know, but it radiated Yuta energy to me when you said that. I agree with the thing about the units choosing you !! There will be units you thought you'd like at first, but they don't survive in the end as the actual units you produce </3 you'll never know when it happens. I HAVE READ THE 2WINKVERSARY it is lovely. I think it made me tear up a bit, I can feel your love for them, and the journey along the twins hand in hand throughout the time. Sobs. It's really meant to be, isn't it?

Enstarsblr is wonderful, there's lots of nice people if you know where to look. I'm happy that it's a nice and welcoming community, good for everyone in here !! With the mention of the prev year, I have heard that it's quite the tiny community filled with peace back then (am not yet into enstars). I'll extend my support too, wherever they may be.

Controlling fear of bugs is so amazing that you could do it !! am so proud of you <33 i feel the same about thinking dragonflies were small, but they Weren't. Brings me back to the gigantic dragonflies of the prehistoric age, the Meganeura. Yes, the Horrors... If a cockroach in the area attempts to fly, pls see me in heaven.

Back then while I was doing my homework in our living room, there's a grasshopper (yes it aint crickets usually but they're similar in the jumping sense,,,) in the corner. More often than not, instances when there's a grasshopper in the house, it coincidences with the nearing date of our deceased relative's birthdays (more on my grandpas/grannys). It's like a culture belief in my country, like a dead relative visiting you in form of insects.

The horrible thing about them is when they JUMP. I am terrified. So when I saw one in the corner of our living room ( i have high insect detection instincts due to being afraid of them. and yet usually they say theres no bug in there when i see it with my two eyes ) I said, "Pack it up, soldiers. We're going home," and left everything else unattended for I will die within the presence of the grasshopper. I am very comfy with having sunflower as my emoji, don't worry !! ✨

Philo and psych are two interesting subjects to study, I hope you learned a bunch of things from studying it !! Absolutely take your time to answer, I beg of you... I get carried away when chatting (haha.,,..) so it results in typing long messages. and of course, more importantly, Take care now!! 💗 (i'll follow up the second reply)

P.S: How do i stop talking.. goodness. I cannot shut up for the life of me. I have the 2nd part ready, but it is Long as well, like a Ramble. Please answer my asks when you have the time Only !! Conserve thy energy for better things <3

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HELLOOO LOVELY ANON WHO GIVES ME A SEROTONIN BOOST EVERY TIME. I apologize for the time it took me to get to your ask ;; I hope you're doing great today btw !! I decided to reply to both of your asks in one post (again) but separately (?) this time, just trying formats.

And sure !! I didn't think about the length of the post at all because of the new Tumblr "expand" thing, but let's give it a try !

I still believe you're too kind when talking about my themes, oooh you should've seen my past ones. I still miss the Lemon Squash Cheers one and the No Name Yet Kohaku too ♡ I've been thinking I should. return to them one day, but I'd have to search for the assets I used and hhh. (Pretty sure I saved them on purpose because of this idea but my gallery is a mess 0(-( ). And !! I decided I will change to the Trick w Treat Yuta actually! When school allows me (fee me).

YOU SHOULD SEE SORENCAT'S THEMES. it's so unfortunate you can't see his past themes </33 (I'm crossing my fingers that he won't read this, else it'll be embarrassing) but,, he was a huge inspiration for me when designing themes. Actually the entire layout of my edit blog is so inspired in the layouts he previously had. HIS BRAIN >>> my favorite ones were both his autumn and winter themes (from last year) perhaps I have a screenshot? 👀 (As I implied before my gallery is a mess. I never delete anything, it's horrifying) but even if I did, I guess I'd need his permission to show u,, ANYWAY. I'm rambling about my friend and you don't even know him I believe-- his user is @ nnatsume ! He's currently on hiatus but he's as treasured as anyone,, even if we don't talk much anymore </3

YOU'RE SO !!!?&?&! I'm going to hold you in my hand. That actually irradiated Yuta energy??? I keep finding details that make us more and more similar. I am. so ashamed that you had to see my 2winkversary,, I went a bit insane there ummm twiddle. Enstarsblr was indeed one of the most beautiful places on earth, I'm sad to admit that the community crushed and divided itself after Eng release and the amount of new people getting involved </3

See I'm not mad at the newcomers or anything, glad they're enjoying their time. But I am a bit bitter towards them because, small parenthesis;

At the beginning they started causing a lot of controversy over stuff they were ignorant about. I remember they started insulting Anzu and "cancelling characters for being problematic" and they also refused to read stories--

I'm a silly little #gatekeeper idk I just don't like my interests to be mainstream (that's on me ik)

Ohhhmygod the amount of weird people plaguing the main tag now,, enstblr used to be a very tranquil space, not updated that much and with so little people on it we literally knew everyone. We could spot newcomers and welcome them in an instant. Now you see 70 different people there a day, and let's not talk about the,, fics. I'm personally not against dark content (I actually like some of it) or the NSFUU because it's just another genre of writing but,, does it has to plague the entire tag,, there's not even a balance, every day I check the tag and there are 20 different works from accounts I haven't seen in my life and like. 10 of them are nsw help me Jesus 0(-(

I know there are cool people among the newcomers probably, but I can't help but think about the golden era. Those shiny days we had last year and at the beginning of this year.. I miss them, I wish I could go back </3

This is such a jump of topics, but !! Yeah I'm surprised at myself too. This is going to sound stupidly silly but,, even if this "fear of bugs control" started a while ago, it actually started developing much more when I started thinking to myself "if Yuuta was here, who would protect him from the bugs!?" and for some reason that. helped a lot ????? I don't know if you know this but he's absolutely terrified of insects and I found that so cute he's the silliest YOUR INSTINCT IS AMAZING THOUGH, I was going to say a fun fact about scorpions, but I decided that. maybe it wouldn't be the best thing to do if you fear them. well.

It's totally ok to ramble btw, I enjoy reading you ! And I love looove talking too, so it's ok really <3

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Second ask <3

Omg... various face paints, I'd like to see that !! it's so nice that the face paints do not limit creativity, and allows it to grow. Ooh, although I cannot personally add a comment on your opinion, I looked up Skelita and !! She looks so amazing + according to the description, she has a nice personality too!! I love the orange highlights and colorful dress.

Worry not !! I'm glad you're at least fine, it means a lot already ^_^ Yeahhhh... homework... *collapses just by the thought of it* Liking your classes is so niceee waahh, I'm happy you're at least enjoying them ! OHHH your creative projects seems so interesting, I hope it goes well and you enjoy the process of doing so !! Media is a blessing, since it inspires us to find outlets for our hyperfixations and interests. I have some vague ideas in my mind for the final project, but it only focuses on aesthetics and symbolisms, if that's allowed within the "anything" range your teacher told you,,, let me know if you wanna hear it. all the best <3

thank you, i will be dropping by whenever i have the time (i actually typed this hours ago before i passed out ) also the amount of 0(-( in the second reply is sending me. i love that. 읏.

anon lore... i guess you could call it like that,... im not supposed to reveal that im a reiP first and foremost however i figured that it would make sense since it's timely that his fs 2 is around. 100 pulls hurts a lot in jp server,,, lis i am so sorry for your lost dias :((( .... this happened to me. Rei is a [redacted] for making me pull 130 pulls on his noir neige banner on taiwan server and NO, he did not came home. I think i lost my sanity along with my dias due to that.

I SUPPORT HINATAP agenda. idk to yuta, deserved... perhaps. there's something with liking a sibling which makes the other sibling to come home to you instead (hello ritsu). update: i tried doing single pulls until my dias went exactly to 1k, no rei for now!! in the future i hope. I HOPE YOU GET MIRAGE YUTA 3 MONTHS LATER !! *does the same violent act to yuta and throws many copies of mirage yuta to you. might as well kidnap him the izumi way. ( i am sorry )* Deeply thinking about what if the hinata cards that came home to you were supposed to be yuta in disguise but before he could change he was pulled in disguise as hinata (coping mechanism,, maybe.)

NOOOOOOO kanata..!!! they got fs 2 rei x2, but at what cost.. when kanata didn't puka puka his way to his pulls !! kanata probably floated in the wrong water 😭 i hope they get kanata too after 3 months !! love and support from an oddballsP <3 peace and love !!! we shall get our favs after 3 months... *prepares weapons and equipment for war* Being f2p in this game spells suffering. " i blocked him that day" HELP ME. That is so understandable fjdsjdks

& ! I did had an amazing day !! (it's midnight as we speak right now) MAY YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AS WELL!! <3 heart heart. i talked a lott. Help. I just hope my asks were at least good reading materials to you, like a newspaper. See you !!

I'm so glad you feel interested in the culture !! It's actually, really wide (and cool too) honestly reading your reply hit me like a truck. Oh mein gott, sometimes I forget people grow in different environments and that not all experiences are similar to mine but. You're the first person who tells me they didn't know Skelita, I felt 💥 (am I getting old. are people these days not into MH anymore...? ‹/3)

And yeah !! My subjects are so cool, I'd love to hear your final project ideas btw <3 anything means anything. It's not the idea, but the way you execute it you know? 👀 I can use any concept if I'm able to demonstrate I actually learned techniques and composition and all that stuff.

I'm glad you love the 0(-( because that's. Me. That's my energy. 0(-( and yeah 100 pulls is. a lot. It pains me but well, one day ! Also omg I'm so sorry :(( I've never played twstars but I believe they hold the same system as foreign servers in general?? Hopefully you could replenish your dia quickly ! I actually pulled for that Rei too (and didn't get him aha) because,, Noir Neige my beloved and the ultimatum of my insanity. I wanted to grind that Ritsu but I had to save because I was a bit broke,, (and thanks god because the amount of faves that came after,, ohh if you knew).

HELP ME, hand me the Ritsus, I've been wanting kitty Ritsu since day 1. ACTUALLY since day 0. I knew about that card before I started playing and I knew I wanted it as soon as I created my account (and guess what. hueh. points at my empty Ritsu stock). THANK YOU SO MUCH. I hope so too :(( lady year I didn't get Fruitful Yuu either and he came in a free pull like. 6 months later so !! I have faith (though I give the credit to my friend Marchie (@ rinnelovebot) because before pulling she wished me to get a Yuta and !! It happened (and she's so lucky with my faves, she has the Hinata card I'm missing 0(-( ) Maybe they keep switching places, perhaps. Also it's ok if you kidnap him, deserved, I mean he already has experience after nightclub so hwJJBDHHWBFB I'm not sorry.

We all adore the eccentrics <33 my beloved weird geniuses. I miss them every day. I hope you get all your Reis in the future btw !! wishing you luck <3

Have a nice day too !! Yes your asks are amazing and good ! do not feel bad about talking and infodumping if it makes you happy ♡

[algesalges]

Vers Moi: Part 2

Intro, Part 1, Part 2

Chamber x reader

Warnings: Slight NFSW (Minors respectively get out, leave). Neck kissing, Not so innocent touching, being at gun point, fem!reader

P.S

Sorry this was suppose to be sent yesturday, also this is a bit different from the last chapter. I am having a bit of a struggle with pacing, but other than that, notify me of any mistakes and ENJOY

It was like you were shot, honestly you had no idea what came over you. Something was seriously odd about this guy. You were just staring dead at him with a face on fire. It’s almost as if he had to knock to see if you were still there.

“Are you ok, did I put you in shock”.

You flared your arms, you looked like a cat in distress. Never had one of the agents been so forward.

“I-, I have no idea what that means, can you please give some clean answer”?!

Chamber seemed amused with your tantrum.

“I have no idea how else to say it, be my companion”?

This french man has only met you about a week ago, now he is asking for the most outrageous things. Maybe this should be reported back to Brim, then it's for sure he is out.

“That is not very appropriate, I have no idea who you are”.

“We can first exchange names, Je suis Vincent Fabron, I studied in France and worked for the French military, my current occupation well is Valorant and a gun designer”.

“Still does not make me want to be your ‘companion’”

He laughed a bit, he looked back at the sun then to you, he brushed a piece of hair that was approaching near your eyes.

“If you keep me company I’ll shall make it worth your while”

“And if it isn’t”?

“Well then you will never have to see me again, that is very dommage”.

This seemed somewhat acceptable, free good food, and an obnoxious flirtatious french man finding you at every corner. This seemed very conflicting but all you had to do was stay resilient.

“How long do you think it'll take to convince me”?

“I’d say a day, but that would be too vaniteux, so maybe 2 weeks”.

“One week”.

“Deal”.

Then grabbed you by the waist. This was not part of the deal, really should've investigated what companion meant to him. But he just stared with hooded eyes. You put your hands on his chest to push away from him, but you didn't. The wind swayed you a but you only detached when you sun almost go all the way done. You didn't question his actions or what he meant, just let it happen to see.

"It will be soon be too froid [cold] pour toi [for you]".

All you did is simply nod, and walk back inside the villa. No one was back yet, you wanted to send a message to Brim to see if everything was alright, so you headed to the comms computer.

It was a bulking case with a radio and screen attached to it. You took awhile to find the location, Chamber lurks above you hand on the behind of your chair and the desk.

"Valorant can you hear me"?

All you received was buzzing, they were a bit far and the connection of the villa could be faulty. You turn some nobs and switches to see if you can enhance the waves. Finally you start to hear some voices, "B site is clear, hows you site"?

"Clear so far, y/n do you copy".

"I do ah-".

"yu-up, I. All clear I thought I saw a cockroach".

In reality Chamber was starting to nip behind your ear and on slowly going to you sweet spot.

"Get it together a/n, I need you record some angles I need to revise them when we deploy back onto sight".

"mhm, roger".

While Brim giving the coordinates of the angles, you felt a the hand from the back of your chair removed to sliver around your waist. Chambers other arm came right under your bosom. He nipped and licked his bites. You covered your mouth to conceal soft whimpers, you could feel Chamber smiling to them. It felt so tickelish, and made you hot.

Does he have to do this now?

Honestly the companionship never came with a written paper and your signature detailing what it meant, it was more under "whatever companions do" in Vincent's eye's.

Brim continued to speak, you struggled to type down into your notes, feeling Chamber hum against you.

"You got that y/n"?

"Yu-p, Everything is recorded sii-r".

When Brim finally hung up you swatted Chamber away. He wiped his chin off with a grin.

"Sorry mon amour, you are just too sweet".

You then yelled at Chamber about if Brim figured what you two were doing (what Chamber was doing).

"Detends toi un peu, it was you who were making all those cute noises".

You flared up, realizing there may be marking left on the side of your neck, it as better to cover it up with makeup.

The next two days consisted of cooking with Chamber and kisses on your forehead and cheek, you prevented the 'situation' (wink wink) from happening again. You eventually got to know him better, and finally felt a bit closer. Chamber was an artist and you loved to see his sketches of the agents that walked around, he would also play tunes of the piano in the living area while you did work with your laptop on one of the couches. All of this was grand but not enough to convince you to anything, it was all sweet a part of did not want it to end but you forget that co-worker relationships were not praised upon. Though it was almost the last day of the week, and finally the french man would forever take you seriously (and not flirt with you, sad). There was a new site expected to being ambushed by rogues which meant that all agents must be deployed. It left you alone in the villa, you had to keep in check with all agents making sure everyone radios were online. Sincerely it just meant sitting back with a mug of tea supervising the channel computor. Surely something must happen this time.

Eventually that was correct, a Mirror Phoenix and Reyna were on site Ascent. Quickly you reported back to agents which site were clear. Behind you, a sound unlike any other, but quite similar to Yoru's teleport. The silhouette behind you grabbed you behind your seat, then realize who was the culprit, it was Yoru (unsuprisingly). You were thrown to the ground and met with a pistol aiming at you. You never wanted to be in combat, this was probably the worst surprise in your life.

Every part of your being was shaking, this was it. People warned you about joining the protocol, and you didn't listen. It was nice meeting all those agents, family is what they meant, it was nice to have them as your family. You shut your eye's to accept whatever Yoru was planning, he seemed to hesitate to shoot, why is he hesitating?

Another flashing (teleporting) sound appeared, following with someone getting hit. It wasn;t you, you slowly started to open your eye's to see a Chamber infront of you. He lended a hand, you saw the unconscious Yoru on the ground. Quickly you kicked the gun away from him. You look back to see this was not your Chamber, he seemed different, then eventually it dawned onto you that he was his Mirror. You slowly walk backwards, toward the comms computer.

"y/n? Do you copy"?

Chamber lifted his finger to his mouth.

"Yes sorry, connection issue, I copy".

Your confirmation eased Brim and the rest of the agents.

"what's the situation"?

"All rogue radiantes fled unfortunately fled, fortunately we retrieved the spike they were about to use".

You sighed in relief that the mission was somewhat successful with no causalities. "Copy, when are you heading back". You made eye contact with the Chamber still infront of you, you were both stilled, wondering if you could trust each other. This was certainly different a mirror saving your life from one of his teammates.

"We need another few minutes to clear the, we might have to stay here for tonight for another attack, but the spike with be guarded back at the villa". You confirmed the transport with Brim all with staring back at the Mirror Chamber. When the call ended, you slowly put the radio down.

"Do not get the wrong idea mon chere. I am not here to put you any harm, just doing a favor for a friend".

A friend?

"Why did you do that to Yoru".

You look down to see Yoru still perfectly unconscious, sleeping like a baby. Chamber stepped over Yoru, coming towards you, he held your hand and kissed it.

"This was also for myself".

You were left a but puzzled, Chamber picked up Yoru and his gun, then teleported out. You fell back into the chair and picked up the radio.

"Valorant was is your location"?.

[realcube]

comforting you during a thunderstorm ⛈

summary: you’re not much of a scaredy-cat but you do have an immense fear of thunder storms which you didn’t tell him about. so this is how he comforts you

characters: saiki k, bokuto, suna

tw// thunderstorms, hurt/comfort

thanks to anon for the wholesome request 🥺 this reminds me of ohshc & i love it so much 💞

Kusuo Saiki

he just popped downstairs to bid farewell to his mother before she headed out to buy groceries, leaving you and him home alone

he didn’t even notice the thunderstorm, until his mom mentioned it

‘oh, i have to walk to the bus-stop in this horrible weather. is there anyway you could make it stop, ku?’

as much as he wanted to say ‘yes, but i cba. cope.’  he just blurted out a ‘no.’ before heading back up to his room

he didn’t think you were scared of anything tbh

i mean you killed a cockroach for him one time so you were basically a fearless god, in his eyes

so imagine his surprise when he walked into his room and..you were gone

he was confused for a moment until he heard faint sobs and whimpers from inside his closet

he slid the door open to reveal you cowering in the corner with your knees pulled up to your chest and your face buried between them, sniffing and only moving when you had to use your hand to wipe away the tears that poured from your eyes and threatened to stain your leggings

‘i go for a minute and this is what happens-- are you crying?’ 

that was when you realised that saiki had entered the room once again and when you looked up, you saw his tall, daunting figure looking down at you - the glow from the lightening behind him not doing any favours as it just made him look even more unnerving

‘i don’t cry. i’m just.. excreting my eye juices. it clears your skin-- ah!’ you tried to explain but you were cut of by another boom of thunder rattle through the house

‘you’re lying.’ 

yeah, you knew he was a psychic so you weren’t really sure why you thought you’d be able to get the lie passed him

also, due to his psychic abilities and common sense, he figured that the thunder/lightening was the reason for your distress

saiki sighed, not really sure if he should do what he was about to but upon seeing how frightened you were and the nervous series of continuous thoughts rushing through your head...he just had to

you heard another noise which sounded rather different from thunder but it startled you none the less

you looked up at your boyfriend for comfort, only to notice that he was gone

then, you caught a glimpse of something unusual from the window 

you approached it hesitantly and peered outside to see the cluster of storm clouds being swept aside like dust by some unknown force, to reveal the bright blue sky that was hiding behind it 

you were in awe and although the masses probably thought this was the work of god or the wind, it didn’t take long for you to figure out that it was your psychic boyfriend who was behind it all

‘it’s gone now.’ his voice tickled your ears from behind and to say it gave you the fright of your life was an understatement

you jumped, alarmed at first but once you turned around for your eyes to meet his, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief wash over you 

‘oh, yes. thank you, saiki!’  you chirped, throwing your arms around him and pulling him into a tight embrace

he was a bit taken back at first but it didn’t take long for him to melt into your touch and hug back, cradling your head and patting it bc i hc that is how he hugs/cuddles

(he just wants you to feel safe with him 🥺 even though he is an OP psychic who could probably kill you if he’s not careful)

anyway, saiki will ensure that you never experience another thunderstorm for as long as you live

Kōtarō Bokuto

you already know that the first thing bokuto is going to do when he sees you cry and cuddle up next to you and cry too so you don’t feel embarrassed

but like when he comes back from the kitchen and heating the pizza he was about to eat, then he noticed you curled up under a blanket on the couch, shivering and whimpering..he drops the pizza

like he is so shocked 

he didn’t want to believe that you were crying tbh

but as your bf it was his duty to comfort you 

bc you always comfort him so well when he feels down and he wants to do the same for you!!

anyway, the first thing he does is join you under the blanket and cry with you for a bit

but his fake wails are so bad that you can’t help but laugh FVHIDBFA

once he notices that he’d cheered you up slightly, he’ll inquire, ‘are you scared of thunder?’

you nodded slightly, gently leaning your head on his strong shoulder, ‘a bit.’

bokuto bent his arm to pat and rub your head reassuringly, ‘but you’re so fearless, (y/n)! remember that time you went bungee jumping and even I was too afraid to do it?!’

you simply shrugged, tensing as you heard the thunder rumble through the living room

‘but anyway,’ bokuto hummed, placing a gentle kiss on your temple, ‘is there anything i can do to make you feel better?’

you shrugged once again, ‘maybe just stay with me for a bit longer, please.’ 

your wish was his command ✨

now there is no way he’s leaving your side until the storm passes

whether that takes a few minutes or the whole night

he’s not going to leave you even to eat the pizza he had dropped on the living room floor

and he hold you close against his chest so you know that he’s not going going anywhere

also, he started talking not only instinctively but also to drown out the sound of the thunder and redirect your attention onto him

‘and then kuroo was all like SUPRISE!! and i was all like THANKS, MAN BUT IT’S NOT EVEN MY BIRTHDAY and then kuroo was like I KNOW!! god, he knows me so well.’

‘hey, (y/n) - we should dress up for halloween his year! kuroo and his girlfriend are doing a couples costume so i think we should do one too and out-shine them! i was thinkin’ fred and daphne except you can be fred.’

‘i was looking on five minute crafts of food the other day - don’t ask why - and some of the desserts were lookin’ kinda tasty tbh. i’ll send you the link so we can make ‘em sometime.’

‘why did you comment ‘i’ll give you my first born child in exchange for you to crush my skull with your thicc, juicy, scrumptious thighs 🤤😳’ under my instagram pic? and why does it have 1k likes?’

needless to say, you can’t be sad for too when you’re around bokuto lmao

Rintarō Suna

RAIEVABTG DON’T EVEN LIE HE’D JUST BE LIKE ‘cover your ears den lmao’

ok ok so you’re on facetime with him and thunder blares through your room - it’s so loud that even he can hear it through the phone - and you jump, immediately pulling your blankets over yourself 

he was hitting his vape then he pulled away to look at his phone again and you were gone (bc you had brought your phone under the covers with you and obvs it was dark)

he could also hear your little whimpers even though you tried you best to hide them by slapping your hand over your mouth

‘doll, where’d ya go?’ he inquired, concern laced in his voice. he opened his drawer to toss his vape away but he did not avert his eyes from the screen just in case something happened

‘i’m still here. just under the covers.’ you spoke, doing your best to hide how shaky your voice was

‘why?’ he puffed, allowing the vapor to leak from his mouth and escape out to his surrounding - which was his bedroom 

‘oh, no reason.’

suna knew you were lying, it wasn’t hard to tell, ‘well, if that’s the case, can you come out from the cover, doll? i wanna see your face.’

‘-no.’ you immediately replied, letting out a feeble sigh as you realised that lying wasn’t going to get you anywhere. ‘i’m just a bit afraid of the thunder, that’s all.’

suna cocked his head to the side, ‘thunder? never heard that one before.’ he said, mentally cursing himself out just as he said that since it came out a lot harsher than he intended, ‘erm, why don’t you try putting your headphones on?’ he suggested in a soft voice, trying to make up for the uncalled-for comment he made

you hummed in agreement, wondering why you didn’t think of that

momentarily tossing your duvet aside, you rushed to your desk where you black headphones were laying, you picked them up and dashed back towards your bed as if someone was chasing you, diving onto it, pulling the cover back over your head and plugging the headphones into your phone before pulling them over your ears

‘this helps a bit. thanks, suna.’

suna’s eyes widened as he slumped back against his headboard, ‘suna? what happened to babe?’ 

‘thanks, babe.’ you corrected yourself with a giggle

now that suna’s voice was the most prominent sound in your ears, the thunder seemed to fade into satisfying background noise

you couldn’t get over the random flashes of lightening though, those always made you yelp - and he noticed this 

‘i really wish you were here right now.’ you mused, hugging your pillow to your chest to imitate what you’d to if he was here with you, ‘i’d give you all my kisses.’

‘bet.’ was the last thing you heard before he hung up on you 

you were quite bummed at first but then you registered that he was probably on his way over :))

and he was!

you heard a few loud knocks on your door followed by a monotone mutter ‘let me in, i’m freezing my tits off out here.’

ofc you let him in and after you led him to your bedroom, he immediately pinned you to your bed, ‘you know what i’m here for.’

‘huh?’

he was confused for a moment but then he noticed that you still had the headphones on

he snickered, momentarily pulling one of the earpads away from your ear to say, ‘kisses.’

[the-merrick-archives]

A Path Begins

Merrick was in her living room, alone…at least she thought so. It had been a few days since she has spoken to another soul, these changes causing a fear to take hold of her. She didn’t know who, what she was. Only that she could hurt people, be a danger to them. And that terrified her.

But it did something else, too.

“Oh, Merrick…my dear child. Look how much you’ve grown already!”

The voice. That voice. Feminine with a sinister layer just underneath the sweetened tones. Merrick is on her feet, looking around, vibrant purple eyes alight with fear. We’re they here to ask for the Favor?! It was too soon, she barely had time to do anything-

In a far corner, an entity emerged from the shadows, shrouded in black and purple. Similar violet eyes, bright and dangerous, stare out from a hooded face. “I am the last thing you need to be scared of, my child. Do not worry.”

“Violet…w-what is going on? What’s wrong with me?!” Merrick asks, trying to keep the pleading out of her voice and failing.

“Wrong with you? Why, nothing! You are just as you should be, my sweet Merrick.”

“No…no. I-I helped kill a man! And I…there was a part of me that…” Enjoyed it.

“You exterminated a cockroach.” Violet responds coldly, the temperature of the room dropping in response. They glide along the floor, moving closer. “He assaulted you, and lets be honest, would have done much worse if given the chance. Yet you bent him to your will, so that he may help snuff out his own miserable existence. My child, if not for you, he would be doing the same to others, would he not? The first kill is never the easiest, young one.”

Merrick can’t bring herself to speak for a long moment because they made sense. It made the most sense to her, he couldn’t hurt others ever again. She shakes her head and takes a few steps back. “I’m not a killer, I d-don’t want to be. What have you done to me?! I didn’t ask for any of this power! I only wanted to be free of my prison!”

“…Oh, my dear. I’m only a guide on your journey.” They’re circling her now, observing every angle with interest. Merrick shivers. “You are void-touched. No human could spend the amount of time you did in the void and emerge a normal human. Your very being was exposed to energies you can’t possibly comprehend. Or hope to control and contain, if not for my help.”

“And you couldn’t divulge any of this before? You could only come to me in dreams and nightmares and show me what I can do?” She gets the sensation of a hand moving along her cheek and she flinches away.

“I had to test your resolve, Merrick. You are strong, but you cling to the past. You wish to be what you once were, and you cannot.” The shroud suddenly moves to her side, hooded face next to her ear and icy cold breath fanning her cheek as they spoke. “You are not terrified that you helped kill someone. You are terrified that you enjoyed doing it.”

“NO!” Merrick screams, a vase from across the room flies toward Violet, but they are gone before it connects. But they were right, weren’t they?

Violet reappears in front of her. “Mind your tantrums, child. You must learn to control your powers unless you want to hurt someone on accident.” Merrick breathes heavily, eyes glowing as she glares at the being in front of her. “Heed my advice. Follow my visions. Be an instrument of justice. You hold the power to stop those that would do evil against innocents! You were a defender of law in your past life. Now, you have the chance to take it into your own hands. Make your choice, embrace your true nature…or your internal struggle will continue into eternity.”

After another moment, Merrick speaks again, quieter this time. “What is in this for you?”

“All that’s left of our deal is the Favor. If you wish to be strong enough to carry it out, and to stay amongst this plane of existence…you must be strong enough to do what is necessary.” Violet floats backwards, the dim lighting around them fluttering. “I will see you again soon, dear one.

And they are gone. And Merrick is left with a choice.

As much of a choice as it was.

[supercorpkid]

You’re going to wish you were dead, instead.

Part 4 of T is for Trauma - The Series

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2370.

Warnings: kidnapping. Injuries. Next level angst.

Previously on the series – part 1, part 2, part 3

You open your eyes when someone kicks your stomach twice. You can’t control the vomit that comes right after, when your body finally understands that you’re up.

“Gross! Boss! The child threw up on my feet.” He walks away from you.

You want to appreciate that fact that you just did something to one of them, but everything hurts so much, like your skin is being peeled off of your body, that right now your only wish is that you could just die already so you don’t have to feel this unbearable pain anymore. Never in your worst nightmares, you’ve imagined you could feel so much pain you would wish you were dead instead.

“Stupid shit doesn’t die of over-exposure. It’s been hours! Maybe we should just shoot her, so she can bleed out to death.” One of them says and you pray they’re being serious.

“Please.” You plead. “End this.”

The boss kneels in front of you, with a creepy satisfied smile on his face. He looks behind him, to the other guys, and starts laughing like you just told the funniest joke in the world. His goons start laughing with him.

“I’m not going to end this. I wouldn’t want to stop all this fun you’re having!” He stands up, the same creepy smile still on his lips. “You know, you Kryptonians are funny. You act like Gods deciding everyone’s fate with some kind of morality no one even knows if you actually have. So, you’re ok with putting us through pain, but you can’t take any?”

“They are some weak Gods.” One of his henchmen says, and he looks back like he is telling him to shut up.

“Your world exploded for a reason. No kryptonian was supposed to survive. But then Supergirl and Superman came to Earth. Now, they are here dictating rules, expecting everyone to follow them. Who do they think they are? Those cockroaches.” He spits on the floor next to you, and you feel saliva hitting your face. “They’re not even supposed to exist, let alone procreate.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You whimper, and he gives his maniac laughter again.

“I’ll do you a solid though, just because you’re just a little kid.” He raises a hand and quickly one of his goons puts a gun in his hand. He points at your leg. “I’ll make a little hole, to accelerate your dying process, ‘kay?” And he shoots your leg.

You scream as loud as you can, with all the strength still left in you. You thought you were already in so much pain because of the kryptonite, that this wouldn’t add up and you wouldn’t feel any more. You were wrong. The pain piled up on top of each other. So right now, the inside of your body is agonizing, your leg is burning and you’re bleeding out. Is this pain going to go on forever? It sure feels like it, because no matter how much you pray for it, you’re still not dead.

No, you’re not dead. You’re just lying there in your own vomit and blood, thinking about how much you want this nightmare to end, one way or another, when you hear gunshots. You close your eyes, thinking they’ve changed their minds and decided to shoot you multiple times to end your pain, but you don’t feel anything.

“Supergirl, I’ve been expecting you.” What? You open your eyes when you hear that. You can’t see her, the boss is in front of you with his body, but you get a glimpse of red and your heart beats faster. “As you can see, I have kryptonite and your daughter. Now, would you-”

“FUCK YOU!” She flies towards him with her closed fist, throwing him to the other side of the room. You can’t see him, but you know there’s no way he can recover fast from that. Kara kneels before you, and rips the chains with her hands, tossing the kryptonite to the other side of the room, like it doesn’t even affect her anymore. And if it does, it’s not as painful as seeing your situation.

You thought that once you were free of kryptonite, the pain would go away. It didn’t. Your body still feels like it is up in flames. Kara touches your face, you whimper. You can’t barely make up her face with your one functioning eye, but you see your pain reflected on her face.

She is still kneeling next to you, when she hears a noise coming from where she threw the guy. She blows her freeze breath, holding him back a little. Kara looks around, like she’s looking for something.

“I’ll be right back, my love. Ok? Momma is here.” She disappears right after, but comes back a few seconds later, hair blowing, and even though you didn’t see a thing, you know she just used her super speed.

“Mommy. I’m dying.” You whisper and Kara holds you up, carrying you in the most protective way she can.

“Shhh. You’re ok. Mommy is here. You’re ok.” Kara looks around again and you see aunt Alex going inside the room with the biggest gun you’ve ever seen. “He’s tied up in the corner.”

“J’onn and I got this. Take her to the DEO and put her under the sun light lamp, I’ll be there in a few.” Alex goes to the other side of the room, but you still can hear her. “Oh, you thought it was funny shooting my niece? I’ll show you funny!”

You don’t hear anything else. Kara is flying with you back to National City, and you look up to her. Hair flying in the wind, tears dropping from her eyes, she can’t take her eyes off you.

“I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re safe, baby.” She gives you the saddest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Mommy, I’m dying.” You repeat very slowly, because you don’t have any strength left to speak, and you know Kara can hear you either way. And you need her to know. She needs to know you’re probably not going to make it.

“No, you’re not. You’re ok. We’re going home, ok? We’re almost there. Mommy is here with you and your mom is waiting for you. You’re ok, baby.” Kara is crying so hard you barely make out what she’s saying.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I love you.”

“I love you, little one. I’m sorry. I love you. I love you. I’m sorry.” She keeps repeating that until you close your eyes. You can finally let go, you said everything. She knows you’re sorry, she knows you love her. So, you stop fighting the inevitable.

You thought you would die. You wished you had died. But you’re still here. You hear voices and you feel hands on your body. Someone’s touching your leg, it hurts like a bitch. Someone is squeezing your hand, it’s reassuring. Someone’s kissing your forehead over and over again, it’s calming.

You keep waking up and blacking out. But you don’t think they know this, because you can’t talk, can’t open your eyes, can’t move your body. All you can do is feel pain.

“Baby, my baby. I know you can do this. You can come back to us, please, please. I love you so much, babygirl. You’re my everything.”

“Mom, why isn’t she up yet? It’s been days! You said she would be awake by now.”

“Jamie, I-I don’t… She will wake up, honey. Just give her time, she needs to rest.”

“No. No, mom. She’s supposed to be up by now! Bring her back! Do something!”

“I’ve done everything I can, Jam. Come on, honey. Let’s go. Come.”

“Alex, there must be something else we can do.”

“Kara, you know how much I want her back too, I just- I’m sorry, it’s out of my hands now.”

“I wish I could switch places with her.”

“I know, Kar. I know. Go home, you’ve been in here for days. Go see Lena. Go be with your wife.”

You keep wishing you were dead. But you don’t die, and you also don’t come back to life. You’re half alive, and that’s not enough for anyone.

“Hey, little one.” You hear softly, and your heart beats fast. For the first time you feel you have enough strength to do something. You need to let her know you’re still alive. “I brought donuts, and your homework again.”

You try to ask for food, because you’re starving, but you can’t talk.

“I’ve been doing your homework for the past two weeks, and I have to say, I don’t know how you do this. It’s so much stuff, and you still find time to work on your inventions, and go to trainings…”

Yep, your life’s not as easy as it seems.

“Oooh, want to have a laugh? Your teacher sent me your physics homework yesterday and I obviously didn’t know anything, so I asked your mom for help and guess what? Apparently, Lena doesn’t know everything. It took her ten minutes to solve a problem. It was freaking hilarious.”

It sounds hilarious. You wish you were there.

“Hey. Was that a little laugh?” Kara asks and you try to smile again so she can see it. “I’ll tell Lena you laughed at her. Wait, no. I can’t do that, she’ll have hope.” She breathes heavily and your heart shrinks. “Shoot, I’m crying on your homework again. Your teacher will start wondering.”

You want to wake up so badly. You don’t know why your body doesn’t obey you. You’ve been in this bed under the sun for two weeks apparently. Is your body ever going to respond?

“Hold me.” You beg, trying to make your voice come out. It feels like you’re stuck in those nightmares where you feel like you’re screaming, but no one around hears anything. “Please.”

“Alex said we can take you home, with the lights and all. I’m scared, because I know that here, you’re being watched by doctors, but-” You feel her hand stroking your face gently. “I want you to be comfortable, and I want to lay in bed with you all day. So, should I? Should I take you home?”

YES. Please. Do it. Please. All you want is to go home.

“Yeah. I know. We shouldn’t move you too much. We don’t know what’s going on inside you, right? Besides-” You feel Kara’s warmth next to you. “I can lay in here with you, even though Alex tells me not to. We don’t have to tell her, right?” You feel Kara’s arms around and your eyes water immediately. “Baby, are you crying? Did I- Did I hurt you?” She moves away. “ALEX! ALEX! SHE’S CRYING. DO SOMETHING.”

There’s a weird taste on your mouth. Metallic and bitter. You need to get out of this bed, you need to go back to your life. And you feel it has to be now, or it will be never.

You open your eyes, slowly. It’s hard, it’s like they were glued together. It’s all blurry and undefined. You just see bright yellow, but it’s the first time you’re seeing some color in a while so you can’t complain about it.

“Baby! Kara, Alex! She’s awake!” You hear Lena’s voice and you see black and white mixed with the yellow. It’s probably her hair and face, but you can’t know for sure. There are no shapes, just colors. “Baby, baby, it’s ok. Mom is here.” Lena kisses your face and you feel hands on your body. There’s a very strong hand holding yours, and you know it’s Kara, because she is holding so hard it hurts. And you feel Alex’s hands touching your pulsing points.

“Hey, little one. Can you say something?” Kara asks and you open your mouth.

“My bones.” You whisper so slowly it’s pretty much inaudible; you’re sure only Kara can hear you, and only because of her super hearing.

“Oh, oh, sorry.” She stops squeezing your hand and kisses it, gently. “I forgot about the loss of powers.”

Wait, what?

“Ok, you two move away, please.” Now you see red, mixed with the yellow. “Hey kiddo, this is aunt Alex. Listen I have to do a few tests with you, ok? If you can hear me perfectly, blink once.” You blink once. “Perfect. You’re doing really well. Now, if you can see me perfectly, blink once.” You don’t blink. “Oh, ok. Is it blurry?” You blink once. “Ok, don’t worry, it will go back to normal with time. Now, I want you to move your left leg, just a little. Can you do that for me?” You do it.

She then makes you move every part of your body, and slowly but surely you do all that she asks. You hear Kara and Lena’s celebrations next to you and you smile proud of yourself.

“Hey kiddo, that was perfect! Next time you wake up, you will feel a lot better. I promise you.” You feel a squeeze in your hand, and you give her a little smile. “I don’t want you to get tired, so you can go back to sleep now, and we’ll work more later ok?”

“Wait.” You whisper and she puts her ear close to your mouth so she can hear you. “Lena.”

“She wants you.”

Lena takes Alex’ spot, holding your hand and putting her ear close to your face so she can hear you better.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no baby, you don’t have anything to feel sorry for. Everything is alright. Listen.” You feel Lena wiping the tears from your cheeks. “You were right. I’m sorry I made you feel like you’re not the most important thing in the world for me, because you are. You are. Stop-stop worrying about it. Just use everything you have to recover, ok?” You nod weakly. “I love you.”

“We love you.” You hear Kara’s voice and you breathe deep.

“Mommy.” Your voice comes out a little stronger, but it is still just a whisper.

“Mommy is here, little one. I’ve got you. We’ve got you.” Kara says and you close your eyes again. Your body might still ache, but your heart doesn’t ache anymore.

[cozy-the-overlord]

Miles To Go Before I Sleep

Part 3 of Cozy’s Fluff-To-Angst Fun and Games

@fablesrose said:

Alright, break my heart.

A lover softly combing their fingers through your hair as your head lays in their lap, quietly drifting to sleep with a hum.

Summary: She could accept this fate, did accept this fate, if it meant that he would escape safe and sound. But Loki could never let her fall alone.

Word Count: 1,663

Pairing: Loki x Sigyn

A/N: So this is based on a dream I had a while ago ... it’s weird. I know it might not make any sense, but my dreams never make any sense lol, so I was kind of trying to channel that a bit. The title is from Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”-- I debated about that for a while, because I know this story doesn’t really fit that poem thematically (like ... at all), but the atmosphere it creates is sort of what I was going for? Kind of? Idk this story is a trash fire. 

Also please let me know what you think of the ending! I’m genuinely curious to see how people interpret it ...

Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Drowning? (but no death)

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At first, she thought she was dead. That moment when she first hit the water, the icy crack that shattered her vision as millions of tiny needles pierced every sliver of skin and cut straight to her bones—surely, she must be dead. No body could survive such raw cold.

But she wasn’t. She was alive for now, alive enough to scream as freezing water rushed down her throat, up her nostrils, through her ears, ripping her apart from the inside until there was nothing left but ice.

Can’t breathe—

The surface sparkled above her with a mocking glow. She knew how to swim, but when she tried to kick her legs only dangled in the water, useless chunks of lead pulling her deeper and deeper with each failed flail. Her arms weren’t working properly. Her fingers had turned to icicles.

No, she wasn’t dead, but she was dying.

The thought electrified her, and she tried another half-hearted thrash for the surface even as her chest swelled with water. She didn’t want to die. Not like this. Somewhere, deep down, she was ashamed of her fear. She hadn’t fought the drop. She had given herself up to death’s eternal slumber. Why was she panicking now?

But this was different. She had made peace with the fall, yes, but the water did not hold the same mercy. Please. She gasped for the surface, not even sure who she was pleading with.

Please, not like this.

She wasn’t expecting an answer.

And yet one came.

In one moment, she was spiraling down into the blackness, in another, the light was flying towards her in a halo of bubbles, a familiar arm tight and firm around her waist.

Somehow, the air she heaved into her lungs was even colder than the water below, the frigid wind that whipped across her cheeks threatening to take her skin with it. She coughed out a waterfall, the panic that had been frozen in her throat finally freed from its floodgates as she sobbed and shook against his chest.

His.

Sigyn gagged on the realization.

“You—you—” But her voice only burned, too raw for speech. When she attempted to twist around to see his face, he only held her more tightly against him as he pulled her to the embankment. She pulled at his collar with numb fingers.

“You were supposed to run,” she choked. “Loki, you were supposed to run.”

Loki said nothing. He scooped her up like she weighed no more than a feather, his ruby eyes staring off at something only he could see as they trudged through the snow. She realized suddenly that she was shivering, teeth chattering like a pair of castanets, and she gulped as she tried in vain to hold her frostbitten hands still. Loki’s grip around her tightened.

“We need to get you warm,” he said. “You’ll freeze like this.”

What he needed to do was drop her and get as far away from her as possible, but Sigyn’s voice wasn’t working properly. Really, very little was working properly. Her vision was going fuzzy in the corners, the steady sound of his wet boots crunching against the ice was starting to fade into an indistinguishable buzz.

She only noticed they had stopped when the fire crackled to life—a vibrant, vigorous warmth that washed all over her, and she found herself bathing in the glow of dancing flames despite her better judgment.

“Loki!” she whispered weakly, fighting to cling to her last dregs of reason. “The smoke— he’ll find you—”

Loki lay behind her, holding her to his chest with a touch so gentle she barely felt it. His fingertips danced across her temples, stroking clumps of wet hair from her face as they went.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was soft and safe, a warm blanket wrapping her up and sheltering her from the world.

She inhaled. Her chest felt numb. “What’s going to happen?” She hated that she sounded so small, like a frightened child cowering at a storm. But surely what they were facing was a storm of its own? Sigyn knew very well who it was pursuing them. She knew he would stop at nothing to retrieve what he wanted.

It could only be a matter of time …

But Loki was unconcerned. “Don’t worry, darling,” he soothed. “Don’t worry. It’s all going to turn out right.”

“The tesseract—”

He hushed her gently. “Everything’s going to be just fine.” He hummed as he combed through her hair, a tune that Sigyn almost recognized, something innocent and nostalgic. It was something from a lifetime far away, dancing on the edge of her memory. She found her eyelids slipping closed, even as she fought to remain awake.

Can’t sleep now. Can’t leave him …

“It’s all right, my love,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “You can go. I promise I’ll be all right.”

And so, she gave into his words, and the world faded to black.

…

When they found him, the fire had gone out. Loki was hunched alone in the snow, watching little flecks of ice crystalize on his blue skin. He didn’t bother to stand as they surrounded his makeshift camp. Why should he? He was weary, and besides— it didn’t matter now.

The Mad-Titan loomed over him, his golden armor sparkling with frost as he regarded Loki with a kind of patronizing amusement.

“And so the Jotun blesses us with his true colors.”

Loki fixed him with a heavy-lidded stare, breath whistling through his lips in a silver vapor. He was too exhausted for words. Besides, what was there to say? Everyone here knew how this was going to end.

At least, they thought they did.

“I’m surprised at your choice,” Thanos grinned. It was a spider’s smile, one that said he wasn’t surprised at all. Loki pressed his nails into the palms of his hands. “I thought for sure you had chosen to run.”

Yes. Sigyn had thought so too, had wanted him to flee. He had seen in her eyes, that peaceful resignation as she accepted her fate.

As if he could ever let her fall alone.

Thanos knew it. That was the frustrating part. He knew Loki would jump in to save her or die trying. He knew he’d give up his life, give up the tesseract, give up every living creature in the universe if it meant keeping her safe …

It didn’t matter now. Sigyn was free from harm, far outside the Titan’s reach, and the tesseract …

“Hand it over, princeling.”

Loki only smirked. History may call him Silvertongue, but oh, sometimes silence tasted so sweet.

Thanos’ eyes narrowed.

They dragged him to his feet in an instant. Loki didn’t fight it. It was only a matter of seconds before the realization would strike, and he for one was enjoying the anticipation.

The Titan towered over him. Loki fought the urge to laugh. He clearly thought himself intimidating, but his tiny eyes glaring out from beneath his helmet only made Loki think of an overgrown cockroach wearing armor.

Still, he bit his tongue.

“I’ll ask only once more,” Thanos leaned towards him, practically spitting in his face. “The tesseract. Hand it over.”

Loki didn’t flinch.

“My lord—” It was one of his Children, hunched over a datapad with a molded tension in his shoulders.

Here we go.

“What?”

“It’s not here.”

“What do you mean it’s not here?” Thanos snapped. “He has it!”

The man inhaled a shaky breath. “Forgive me sir, but he doesn’t. Here—” He held the tablet to the Titan with trembling hands in frantic supplication. “It’s not on his person. It’s not even on this planet. There’s not even the slightest trace of its gamma signature on this side of the galaxy!”

Loki grinned.

…

She awoke in her bed, cocooned in the snug embrace of her favorite fuzzy blanket. The rain pattered on the roof outside, a soft hum that almost soothed her back into slumber. Still, she pulled herself from sleep’s clutches and yawned, stretching as she sat up.

Such a strange dream.

It seemed so distant now, all wrapped up in warmth. She could only barely recall the last dregs of icy panic, floundering in a frozen river. And the man who had pulled her out …

She chuckled to herself. If only every nightmare ended with a tall, dark stranger rushing to her rescue. Although memory of his face eluded her, she couldn’t forget the feeling of his arm around her waist, so strong yet so gentle at the same time, clutching her to his chest like it was his sole purpose in life to hold her close. She sighed. Her subconscious had been kind to her last night.

A loud yowling from down the hall startled her from her reverie—the cat, demanding his breakfast. She frowned at the clock and jumped when she realized how late it was. Oh well. Can’t spend all morning fantasizing about handsome dream-men. Time to get up.

There was a song stuck in her head, she realized suddenly. It took her a moment to place it. Some silly jump rope chant from elementary school that she hadn’t thought of in years.

She giggled. How obscure is that?

Another meow reverberated through the apartment, an impatient edge to the cry. She groaned, throwing back the covers.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming!” One of her slippers was missing from its usual spot. She frowned. “Tigger, did you steal my slipper?”

Tigger only let out another screech, and she huffed. That damn cat was always snatching everything she left out and stashing them under something—he was a veritable hoarder.

“Fine,” she yelled, making her way to the kitchen slipperless. “Be like that, you little thief—”

So distracted was she by the cat, she didn’t notice the faint blue glow emanating from the tangled mess of her bedsheets.

[fanmoose12]

can you pretty pls write a lil drabble based on this where hange is the beekeeper, and levi is the person who moves into the apartment underneath? :D

It is, by all means, a good house. A very good one, actually, much better than Levi can probably afford.

It has more than one room and tiny kitchen, which is already a step up from his old crappy apartment.

And, this time, he has only one neighbor. Weird as she might seem - with hair sticking in every possible direction and dressed in a white lab coat - at least, she doesn't have children that wail uncontrollably at all hours of day and night, and she doesn't seem the type to blast horrible music after midnight.

"There is just one little thing," she says just after Levi moves in. "You are not against insects?"

"I'm just keeping a couple of bees in a backyard!" his neighbor hastily adds, instantly changing his mind on a whole subject. Here he thought that she was keeping something disgusting like cockroaches, but if it's only bees and she tends to them in a backyard, he doesn't really mind.

He tells her as much, and his neighbor beams.

"Excellent!" she clasps her hands together, jumping up. Her ponytail flies in the air, following her frantic movements. "I was so worried you'd be against my little friends. Come say hi to them when you have a chance! They like meeting new people!"

"Alright..." Levi nods, a bit warily. His neighbor is energetic one, for sure. And more than a little weird.

"I'm Hange, by the way!" she extends her hand to him, and with a cheerful wink adds, "I like meeting new people too."

"Levi," he says, deciding to keep "and I hate most of people" to himself.

Even with Hange and her bees, the house is perfect, suiting Levi's every need to a tee.

He especially likes the view from his bedroom window, the one showing the backyard.

Neatly cut lawn and a small rose garden is a pleasurable sight, and an excellent change from the view from his old apartment that overlooked a different building and a junkyard. Even dozens of beehives don't ruin the pretty picture. They're painted in different colors and stand close to each other in a semicircle. There are more of them than Levi had imagined when Hange mentioned just a couple of bees, but they don't bother him, considering he rarely has time to take advantage of the backyard anyway.

A week later, however, he is having his first weekend in a while. He finished unpacking his stuff and the house is clean, so Levi stands by the window in his bedroom, thinking what to do next.

Down below, on a backyard, Hange is tending to her bees. She is dressed in overalls and a straw hat, and the choice of clothes gives Levi a pause.

Aren't beekeepers supposed to wear a protective suit?

His surprise grows when Hange opens one of the hives and lets out dozens, no, hundreds of bees.

Levi's jaw drops to the floor as he watches bees flying around, forming a black cloud over Hange.

He even starts to worry, because surely this isn't safe, but he catches a glimpse of Hange's face, and there is a smile on her lips that eases his panic.

In the next second, Hange turns around, taking note of her little audience.

She waves her hand, gesturing him to come join her. Levi hesitates for a moment, the amount of bees makes him more than a little nervous, but Hange's smile is friendly and welcoming, and a part of him is actually curious about those bees (and Hange), so he grabs his sunglasses and makes his way to the backyard.

By the time, he's there, most of the bees are back in the hive.

"Didn't want to scare you," Hange explains, patting a chair next to her. Levi takes a seat and carefully glances at the hive.

"So how many do you have?" he asks.

"I'm not really sure anymore..." Hange looks up at the sky, scratching her chin. "But approximately 20, 000."

Levi almost chokes. His eyes widen as the number sinks in.

"20, 000?" he repeats, just in case he misheard.

"Give or take."

"You're insane," he breathes out.

"Oi!" Hange swats his arm. "Be nice. They're my friends."

"Friends?"

"Naturally," she nods. "I talk to them all the time, and sometimes they talk back..."

"They... talk?" Levi carefully says, looking at Hange from the corner of his eyes.

"Yes!" she beams. "Wait a minute! They want to tell me something right now!"

Hange leans closer to the hive, putting on an expression of attentiveness and thoughtfulness.

Levi stares at her, equally charmed and disturbed.

"Mm, just like I thought..." she finally turns to Levi. "They say they like you, Levi."

God, he thinks, fruitlessly fighting back a smile, what an idiot.

"You're right," he says. "I can hear something too."

Hange snickers, as she watches him get closer to the hive.

"Yep, they just told me, four-eyes, that you need to take a shower," he declares after a moment.

Hange's mouth opens, and Levi winces, wondering if he has gone too far, but then her nose scrunches and her eyes close, as she starts laughing.

"You may have a point," she admits. "It's too hot today, and I guess I've been sitting her for too long."

"Watch over them for me?" she asks, getting up to her feet. She stretches her arm above her head, and when Levi nods, she looks down at him with a grateful smile.

"Oh, and another thing," she says. "They wondered if you want to come by to drink a cup of tea sometime. I have excellent honey."

Levi turns to bees again, pretends to listen to them for a moment, and then answers, "They told me I'd be an idiot not to agree."

It might just be his imagination (or Hange's influence), but when she starts laughing, the bees buzzing seems almost happy.

[shadyteacup]

Helloooo, can you do headcanons on Dazai having a strong S/O (ability wise) like nearly as strong as Chuuya? Cause isn't he a literal God lol. Thank you :]

Hewo! I had a lot of fun writing this...it almost turned out to be a oneshot :p , but dw, I managed to turn it into hcs :D

Here u go~

Thunderstruck⚡

Dazai x gn!reader

Reader has a strong ability...like, rlly cool 😎 it's my dream ability

      This man is head over heels.

He loves how you scream over a cockroach but can rip people to shreds at the same time.

Since you didn’t mention any specific ability, I have gone ahead and given you a lightning ability.

Arahabaki is the god of calamity, that combined with Chuuya.

Raijin is the God of lightening. Your ability is pretty similar to His powers.

You can control the place, time and method of a lightning strike. You can also produce it on the spot and shoot it from your hands...kinda like Palpatine.

Your eyes turn arctic blue, with your hair flowing around you. You look like a literal Goddess/God.

He was mesmerised when he witnessed it in action for the first time.

You and Dazai were walking through Yokohama, observing the internal beauty of the city via small lanes and random alleyways.

Hand-in-hand, you two were chatting about how Dazai hadn’t tried the Napolitana pasta yet, despite living in a city that was rumoured to have invented the dish.

That’s when Dazai pulled you around a random corner and shielded you from the view of the road you two were originally walking on.

You knew better than to speak at such a moment and decided to observe and try to pick any signs of being followed.

Sure enough, you could hear faint footsteps come to a stop right at the corner, you two still being shielded by the corner. You both waited with bated breath, and after a while, the person went away.

Relieved, you were about to walk out of your hiding place, when a barrel placed itself on your head from behind. Your eyes widened and you froze in place. Dazai noticed the unknown presence and looked behind only to find you being held a hostage.

“Long time, Mr. Executive!”, the man holding you hostage said as he grinned at Dazai.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in prison, Ito san?”, Dazai said, offering him his own smile.

You could easily read through his façade. The smile was only a mask, covering his panic and fear. You had no experience in fighting, and Dazai was no match for this man. He had fought him earlier, but that was when he had Chuuya by his side. Dazai can come up with a spectacular and manipulative plan, and Chuuya, or his current ada partner, Kunikida, can execute it, considering their brawn. He was the brains, and his partners had always been the brawn. He can fight the occasional criminal, but Ito was a feared enemy of the mafia, who was both mentally and physically strong. He had always assumed that the mafia had caught him, and sent him to jail, thanks to the mafias feared double black, but apparently, he had gotten away, or had found a way to break out of prison.

“prison isn’t a place for a man like me; you of all people know that. So, I left! Decided to say hello to an old friend, now that I’m back.”

He moved his gun from your head, dragging it down to your chin.

“Turns out, my visit might actually kill two birds with one stone.”

Understanding the hidden meaning behind his words, Dazai tensed up. He couldn’t let him hurt you. He had to get you out f here. But how is he going to do that? There is no way out of this without either of you getting hurt. He must protect you, but what must he do?

You chuckled.

“Something funny, pretty thing?”

“Actually, yes.”, you say, “Do you know who you’re threatening?”, you smirk, your tone dangerously low and intimidating.

“You’re playing a dangerous game; Ito-san, wasn’t it?”

The man grabbed your chin, turning you to face him.

“I was going to let you go, but I suppose your naivety deserves a bullet to the head!”

You smiled, activating your ability.

A sudden jolt of electricity travelled into his body. Yelping, he let go of you. Using this window of opportunity, you kicked the gun out of his hand and pushed yourself away from him. Dazai quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the man, and out of the alley. His main intention was to get you away from here. Away from danger. He hadn’t understood what had just happened, but he decided that right now, running was the best course of action.

You two turned multiple corners, crossed many junctions, and ended up at an open field. Beyond the field, a few blocks away, was a metro station. You two could head to safety from there. All you had to do was cross this abandoned field and get in the metro.

Multiple men, clad in a uniform of sorts, emerged from the shadows, circling you both.

“Thought you could run away, did you?”, Ito stepped into the circle, a proud smirk on his face.

“You will face the consequences for destroying my gang. We never broke apart, you see. All of us are back. And we will take over the mafia, defeat the ada, and control this city.”

“Good luck with that.”, you say as you let go of Dazai’s hand, ignoring his warnings to stay back. Kinda like that scene with odasaku :')

You spread your arms wide, activating your ability. Bolts of lightning shot out from your fingers, hitting a few of the men, dropping them to the ground.

The men had no time to react as you swiftly raised yourself off the ground, hovering over them, and unleashed your signature move, striking them with a large bolt of lightning from the sky.

The head of the group, Ito, activated his own ability, the ability to control metal. Multiple guns aimed themselves at you and began shooting.

You created a shield around yourself, effectively blocking the hundreds of bullets.

Meanwhile, Dazai sneaked behind the others, incapacitating them.

You continued to fight Ito, blocking his attacks, and sending a couple bolts his way, while simultaneously attacking the others. The field was a mix of bullets, sharp scraps of metal, and bolts of electricity.

At the end, Dazai sneaked up behind Ito, nullifying his ability, and knocking him out.

To say that he was surprised would be an understatement.

He had heard of an ability that controlled lightning, but this was his first time witnessing it in action.

'Heaven's Fury' was the name of your dangerous ability.

He thought it suited you very well..

You are calm and composed, but when angered, you can unleash madness upon your enemies.

You were always so elegant, and seeing you like this, using your powers and fighting atleast 20 people at once, he couldn't help but admire your majestic beauty.

Your ability gives me 'They tell me I'm a God, I'm lost in the façade, Six feet off the ground' vibes.

Dazai agrees with my opinion.

You look like a deity.

He liked the idea of protecting you, yes, but he found it so hot that you could protect yourself.

Hell, he now knows that you can not only protect yourself, but also take out an entire city on your own.

He would be much at peace now, knowing that he doesn’t quite have to worry so much about any past enemy of his taking revenge. You were stronger than almost all his enemies.

Will praise you, 24/7. He wouldn’t stop talking about it.

He wonders why you didn’t tell him, and you merely shrugged saying that he never asked.

He would brag about you to all his friends(ada members)

He would never tell anyone other than the ada members, though, as he doesn’t want anybody to do some research and find out a way to defeat you.

He prefers it to be an element of surprise and catch the enemies off-guard.

Loves watching the shocked and scared faces of those that decide to wrong you, leading to you using your formidable ability on them.

If you aren’t a part of the ada, he would definitely think that you’d be a great addition to the organization.

He would never ask you join, though. He wants you to be as safe as possible. It doesn’t matter whether or not you have a strong ability, he just wants you out of harm’s way.

Besides, using your ability can take a toll on your health too.

He just wants to see you happy and safe.

If you decide to join the ada, he will try to talk you out of it.

If you’re absolutely sure of your decision, he wouldn’t stop you.

Instead, he will accompany you on all your missions, and will ask Atsushi to come along too.

He is aware that you are extremely strong and don’t need anyone, but he will constantly worry about you, which is why he accompanies you.

Don’t get him wrong, he really loves you and trusts you, but he is just so worried.

So, don’t oppose him when he joins you, please. Poor baby is just really concerned for your health.

Will call up Chuuya and brag about you to him.

“My Belladonna is much stronger than you, chibi-kun ;p”

If you’re taller than Chuuya, Dazai will tease the hell out of poor hat man.

He'll be like,"LOL shorty XD. My s/o is both taller and stronger than you!!"

If you're not taller, it will still be hell for poor wine boy.

"I can't believe that you're weaker than my s/o! They're so much better than you, LOL"

"Shut up, bastard!"

"Pathetic chuuya.. You literally have a God inside you, and you're still weaker! LMAO"

I feel bad for chu chu :(

But, oh well, that's just them, ig :)

[jeyramarie]

Midsummers- Pogues x OC

summary: it’s party time on Figure 8 which brings a ton drama and questions, as usual.

wc: 3,038

a/n: here it is!! believe me it’s gonna get crazier. happy reading 🦋

prologue~ pilot~ the lucky compass~ the forbidden zone~ spy games

Previously on good life… 

“Wait for me outside tomorrow.” Rafe nodded and she got out of the car quickly walking to her front door. Fallon waved at him before walking in, feeling dizzy from the special moment. The kook smiled and drove to his house as a certain pogue stared at the car. JJ stood alone on the street, holding flowers, completely shocked at what he had just seen. He wanted to go to Fallon to apologize for what happened but instead he showed up to see the kiss. He took a deep breath and walked around, making his way back home as he threw a dozen roses to the side of the road. 

The day finally came, with a bright morning sun and a cool breeze. Midsummers, a day where rich people gather in nice dresses and flower headsets to talk about their wealth. Of course, pogues were never invited nor allowed to go. It would be like putting a prey in its predator‘s cage. 

Kiara and Lani decided to get ready over at the Carrera’s. It was the kook’s first midsummers which gave her a lot of anxiety which caused the pogue to invite her. Lani didn’t know what to do with her hair, giving Kie the perfect opportunity to have fun with the kook’s curls. 

“So these are going on my head?” Lani asked as she held white flowers while sitting on Kie’s vanity chair while her hands were moving around the curls. 

“Yes, they are. Almost everyone wears them.” 

“What color are yours?” 

“Purple, I think. I’m not sure what color my mom chose.” Kie said, lifting her brow in confusion as she braided a section of Lani’s hair. They stayed in a comfortable silence the rest of the hair process, until the kook was about to start her makeup.

“So, what’s going on with you and JJ?” Kie timidly asked as she braided and pinned her own hair. 

“Um.. nothing’s going on. We’re just friends.” 

“I don’t know, you guys seem pretty close..” Lani turned her head to Kie and stared sincerely as she put down her powder brush. 

“Nothing’s going on, I promise. He’s like madly in love with Fallon anyway.” They chuckled and the pogue looked in the mirror feeling a bit more relieved. 

After an hour, both girls were done with hair and makeup which only left the dresses. Lani wore a satin yellow dress, similar to Kie’s but it had a lower cut on the back. Meaning that she couldn’t really wear a bra for it. They were gossiping over customers from the Wreck when Ana bursts through the door, quickly walking towards Kie’s bedside table. 

“Sorry girls, just borrowing some earrings.” she smiled as she tilted her head to put them on. Kie and her mom, out of nowhere, start to talk about what has happened after the storm. About how people over at the Cut don’t have water nor power and yet the Kooks are enjoying a party. Lani just sat there, looking at them arguing, not knowing where to go or what to do. Ana concluded the argument when she told them that it was time to go. ‘Finally.’ Lani thought as she grabbed her small purse and walked outside. 

When they arrived, everyone was piling outside waiting for the Cameron’s to arrive. The waiters were walking around, holding platters of small portioned foods as other’s held mainly alcoholic beverages. Lani spotted Pope first and nudged Kiara’s arm, making her look to find the pogue carrying things with his dad. As they went and talked to the pogue, Fallon stood outside waiting for Rafe. She tapped her heel against the pavement in a constant rhythm, feeling nervous about everyone’s reaction to her walking in with the Kook king. Especially her friends’ reaction (she didn’t care about Lani’s). 

“Are you waiting for someone, ma’am?” a voice asked, making her smile, knowing exactly who it was. 

“As a matter of fact, I am. I’m waiting for a tall, handsome man. Maybe you’ve seen him around?” Fallon said smiling as she turned around to see a grinned up Rafe. 

“You look… wow.” he said as he grabbed her hands, taking a better look. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” 

“Are you ready?” She nodded and intertwined her fingers with his as the Cameron’s began to make their entrance. Ward and Rose walked in first, then Wheezie, Sarah, leaving Rafe and Fallon for the end. The pogue looked around with a bright smile on her face as she walked out on the beautifully decorated porch. She stayed looking around for a bit until she saw her friends. All three of them looked at her with straight confused faces. 

“Fallon and Rafe? When did that happen?” Lani asked Pope and Kie who stayed looking at the pogue in shock. 

“I-I don’t even know what to think right now.” Kiara stuttered as her mouth stayed agape. They stared at them for a bit until the kook decided to change the subject. 

“Have any of you talked to JJ?” 

“No.” Pope said dryly, turning around to handle the food he was serving. 

“He's probably fine. He has the survival instinct of a cockroach.” Kie said, turning her face away from the Cameron’s to look at her friend, who had a worried expression. They ignored Fallon for the rest of the evening, not wanting to handle that situation at the moment. Lani stayed with Kiara drinking from their slightly alcoholic beverages when JJ showed up. The kook was explaining something to the pogue as she saw something from the corner of her eye, she turned as saw the blonde making her gasp. Lani gave Kie her drink and quickly went to the dance floor just when he was turning around to leave. 

“Lani!” “JJ!” they both said happily resulting in a chuckle which quickly ended when the kook saw the bruises on his face. 

“I was worried yesterday.. I’m pretty sure your dad didn’t tell you but I was the one that bailed you out..” 

“You bailed me out?” 

“Yeah, I- I just had to do something.” Lani said with sad eyes as she fidgeted with her fingers. Suddenly, he pulled her towards him by her shoulders and wrapped his arms tightly around her. She wrapped her arms around him taking in his beach boy scent. 

“I saw what he did to you… I don’t know what I can do to help but you’re always welcome in my house.. You know, if things seem to get out of control or something.” she muttered into his neck making him tear up. No one has ever been this kind to him, ever. 

“That’s enough, Lani. You have no idea how thankful I am.” he said and sniffled, then pulled away. 

“I have to do this shit for John B. I’ll see you later.” the kook nodded and watched as he jogged away, inside the house. Lani walked back to the porch and stood next to Kie who handed her a drink. The pogue turned her head to the side and saw a very (disgusting) explicit site. Fallon and Rafe were making out against the porch railing, in front of everyone. 

“Ugh, can they be more disgusting?” Lani turned her head as she drank her beverage, immediately choking on it. 

“Oh my god, he’s literally massaging her throat from the inside.” she coughed out putting her drink back on the table. 

“I still don’t know why or how that happened.” 

“I’m as clueless as you are, Kie.” 

“It’s disgusting really.” The pogue stared as she grew more and more uncomfortable. 

“Let’s just not look at it.. Okay?” Lani said, turning Kiara by her shoulder. 

“What did JJ want?” 

“I don’t know. He said something about him doing some shit for John B, I don't know.” she shrugged and before Kie could answer the same blonde was being taken outside by one of the guards. When Fallon heard the commission she parted away from Rafe and turned her head towards the noise. To see the pogue already staring at her in disappointment. JJ finally got out of the harsh grasp as he walked out into the dance floor, yelling all sorts of things. 

“Let go of him!” Kie shouted, making her parent’s head turn to her immediately. 

“You can’t boot him!” 

“Excuse me, ma’am?” 

“Really?” Mike asked angrily.

“I invited him here.” 

“Kiara, stop it.” Ana said with gritted teeth as she grabbed her daughter’s arm. 

“I am a member of this club.” The guard got so focused on Kiara and her “speech” that he did not realize that his grip on the pogue was beginning to loosen. Giving JJ the perfect opportunity to break away from the grip and start to jog backwards. 

“Sorry bout that. Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, Kie. Pope, Lani, you too.” He shouted pointing at all his friends until finally making eye contact with ‘his girl’.

“Princess, come on!” Fallon smiled and looked up at Rafe with sad eyes. She turned around and started walking down the stairs of the porch towards the dance floor where JJ and John B waited. Pope took off his apron and ran towards his friends while Heyward shouted at him to come back. Kie turned to her parents and apologized continuously as she walked backwards towards the stairs, ignoring their shouts. Fallon was almost with them when she saw Lani running towards JJ. 

She jumped into his arms and he gave them a twirl making her stop dead in tracks. The pogue stared as they smiled at each other with joy. JJ put the kook down and turned to make sure that Fallon was behind him. Once he saw her stand in the dance floor alone he stopped too and stared at her with nothing but sadness. Her eyes became watery with tears as she slowly turned around and walked back to Rafe who received her with open arms. JJ saw the whole thing, feeling his heart crumble as the Kook king hugged the love of his life. Rafe looked over Fallon’s shoulder to see the blonde still standing there, without a second thought he gave JJ a death stare to warn him. 

“JJ! Come on, man!” John B called out from the van when he noticed the blonde still far away. He snapped out of his trance and ran to the van quickly getting in. 

“My dad’s already going to kill me so can you please explain what’s this mandatory meeting for?” Pope asked, getting comfortable on the seat next to Lani. 

“Might as well tell them, man.” JJ said as he changed out of the suite he had worn to pose as a server earlier. 

“So.. the gold never went down with the Royal Merchant.” John B grinned as he switched his head from his friends back to the road. 

“Oh my god.” Lani muttered in annoyance as Kie rolled her eyes and Pope groaned. 

“Not this again, John B.” 

“Seriously, dude?” 

“Just hear me out, please.” He said as he pulled into a secluded part of the beach, between the trees. JJ got out first and started a fire while John B put down a few beach chairs and a big tree log. Everyone sat around the fire, staring at the kook who started explaining everything about the gold. It never left the island, about Tannyhill. Everything was smooth sailing until a certain name was brought to topic. 

“Sarah Cameron’s coming tonight-”

“Hold on, Sarah? W-why Sarah?” Kie said cutting John B off in the middle of his sentence. 

“Oh boy.” Lani muttered under her breath as she spread out her dress. 

“She.. um.. She got me into the archives in Chapel Hill yesterday. That’s how I got the letter.” The pogue said nervously as everyone stared. 

“You were in Chapel Hill?”

“He’s mackin’ on her.” JJ muttered looking at his shoes with his hands in his pockets. 

“I wasn’t mackin’, I’m just using her for access.” 

“There was access alright.” 

“J, stop.” The kook said softly as she nudged her head to the side signaling to the pogues. 

“Did you tell her about the treasure?” Kiara asked with furrowed brows as John B stuttered out an answer. 

“I was trying to get into the archives-“ 

“Is that a yes?” She yelled, feeling betrayed. 

“I left out key details!” He shouted back making Lani’s eyes open wide, no one expecting him to shout back. 

“What? You let a Kook in on our secret?!” He was about to answer as he pointed at Lani to make a point but her anger was louder. 

“What about Pogue Lyfe? What about our t-shirt company, bro?!” 

“I’m just using her for information.” 

“Why don’t I believe you?” 

“Okay, guys let’s just.. breath, okay? I get you’re both crazy annoyed at each other right now.” Lani said standing up as she looked back and forth between the pogues. 

“I’m trying to make us filthy rich here.” Then he moved on to explain what he’d do with the money. 

“You can’t trust her.” Kiara said, looking at the pogue with worried eyes. 

“What did she do to you, anyway?” The kook asked, ignoring the boys’ bickers. 

“She’s like… like a spitting cobra.” The pogue stated moving her hands to simulate the animal. 

“Cobra’s spit?” Lani whispered, leaning towards Pope. 

“Yeah they do, there’s like this tiny opening in their mouths-“ 

“Listen to me! Whatever we get she’s gonna try to take.” Kie shouted, interrupting Pope’s explanation. 

“I’m sorry about Fallon.” Lani said sitting next to JJ who stayed quiet for a while.

“Nah, it’s fine. Just… wasn’t expecting it, you know?” The kook nodded in understanding and grabbed his hand. 

“I know it’s hard but you’ll get through it.” The blonde smiled at Lani as his grip on her hand became tighter.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, J. I’m here for you.” 

After some more arguing between them, they all got into the Twinkie and started driving towards Hawk’s Nest. John B pulled up a bit far away, afraid someone would see him, and began to discuss the plan again before he got out. The teens were left alone inside the van giving Pope time to explain the whole spitting cobra thing. Minutes went by when screams were heard from afar, it sounded like Sarah. Lani noticed first and quickly climbed out of the van, making a run for it. John B had been pushed off the tower, landing flat on his back. Sarah was crying hysterically over him as she asked him to wake up but nothing happened. Pope called for an ambulance as JJ asked the Kook princess what happened on the tower. 

After what felt like hours, the ambulance arrived taking John B away with Sarah who had strict instructions on keeping the pogues updated. JJ drove Pope and Kie to their house which left Lani to be the last. She knew he felt bad about Fallon and Rafe but she felt the need to talk about it, as a good friend she is. 

“Are you okay?” She asked softly not wanting to startle the blonde. 

“Um, yeah..yeah. Why do you ask?” 

“That whole weird thing between Rafe and Fallon. I know you saw it too and I know you like her so..” 

“Yeah, it was weird but I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” He said, giving the kook a fake smile. Lani didn’t ask anything else since it was obvious JJ did not want to talk about it. All the way home, the only thing she could think about was if Fallon was thinking about the blonde the same way. 

“So what happened back there with Maybank?” Rafe asked as he sipped from his drink, standing next to Fallon who was leaning against the railing of the porch. Watching the employees clear tables, fold chairs and unhinged the fairy lights. 

“Nothing, just… I thought it was gonna go differently. I was wrong.” She chuckled dryly, turning to him. 

“I’m glad I stayed here with you though. I had a nice time.” Fallon continued, placing her hand on his chest and looking up at his blue orbs. Rafe smiled and slowly leaned down, giving her a passionate sweet kiss. 

“Can you drive me home? My mom already left.” 

“Yeah, you have to come home with me though. So I can get my car.” Fallon nodded and smiled, taking his hand. Rafe walked in front as they both made their way outside where Ward was waiting for them. The ride was filled with wandering hands, whispers and giggles. 

They walked into Tannyhill hand in hand as everyone went up to their rooms. Leaving them alone, playing with each other’s hands as the sexual tension grew faster. Suddenly, Rafe grabbed her cheeks with both his hands and pulled her into a kiss. Their lips moved in a perfect rhythm as Fallon’s hands went up his chest to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. They parted to catch their breaths with their foreheads together. 

“Do you wanna see a movie? In my room, it’s still pretty early.” Rafe said, looking at his watch and back at the pogue. Fallow nodded and he immediately grabbed her hand, both of them making their way up the stairs. She walked into his room in awe, feeling surprised with how neat it was. She stood in front of the shelves next to his dresser, staring at vintage car figures. 

“I didn’t know you collected things.” 

“Um yeah, I’ve bought one in every country I've visited. Some of them were my grandfather’s.” He said standing next to her as she continued to admire him. 

“I like them. They’re… cute.” They laughed and moved to the bed, sitting next to each other with their backs against the headboard. Rafe placed his hand on Fallon’s lap, grabbing her hand. She placed her head on his shoulder half way through the movie, making him peck her forehead. The pogue looked up at him and began to lean in. Their lips met in the middle in a soft peck, until it began to grow into something more intense. She slowly straddled him as his big hands went up and down her back, in search of the zipper. Clothes flew across the room as they explored each other's bodies under the covers. The movie was still on, giving them a bit of a background noise as their breaths got heavier. 

Most of the night consisted of heavy breaths and soft moans. The sun came through the window in the morning, shining on the messed up sheets. Rafe and Fallon laid in bed asleep until the pogue opened her eyes slowly. She looked around the room and down at her naked body, remembering the events of the night before. 

“Oh my god.” She whispered, running her hand through her hair in disbelief. 

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