#instead of telling him to stop shouting and being petty

[onyourhyuck]

Dirty, Little, Traitor. | L.MK

— Prologue: “Since you won’t help me finish up, I don’t think I’ll let you finish.”

— Summary: Wherein you asked your roommate Mark to help you out with rearranging your room but ends up rearranging you instead.

— Genre: Roommate smut. Minors dni. Mention of porn and masturbation. Slight bicker back and forth. Pettiness. Edging and leaving them at the orgasm. Mark becoming frustrated and so he takes his frustration on Y/n by rearranging her stomach…. We love that. Handjob(I guess?) fingering female receiving. Nickname ‘Princess’ used. Unprotected sex. Pls use protection irl.

— Notes: This was fun to write.

Credit for Plot: @markleelately <3

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You know what really sucks? Rearranging your room. Do you know what sucks the freaking most? When you’re the only one rearranging your room. You asked your roommate multiple times to help you out but in fact they were so busy on their games or whatever they are doing. You don’t even care you asked them to stop and come into your room to help you with your furniture but instead they ignored you. They must’ve ignored you.

There’s no way they would ignore your shouting voice. You sigh one last time as you put down the mattress you’re struggling with and you shove out of your bedroom with a deadpanning expression on your face that can only scream death. You might murder your roommate today.

Knocking was now heard on the door which you hear shuffling footsteps on the carpet approaching the door. When it opens it reveals a blonde young man. He was very handsome, he had those round black eyes staring into yours and they always gave you a slight hitching moment with your stomach turning into mush.

However you cannot get distracted by how hot your roommate is. Not now anyways.

You scowl. “Mark help me out with rearranging my room. I called you like fifty times.” You swear you probably called him over more than fifty times but for dramatic effect you just tell him you counted. Mark rolls his eyes. He really didn’t want to help you out when he’s very much busy with his own things now. You tend to always interrupt him at the wrong times.

Mark looks back at you. “No.” He said and then walks back inside as the door slams in your face. You drop your jaw to the floor. “No?” You repeated with a now incoming soft laugh. You brush your hand through your hair as you laugh some more repeating his response. No? He said no to you? How dare he. You bite your bottom lip and point to his bedroom room with your finger tutting it around.

You’re going to make him regret that.

What could he be so busy with exactly? You don’t want to be rude about this. He has his own life that’s quite obvious however, you hate to think that he was very busy to the point he couldn’t help you out to do just one thing for you. One thing.

Mark doesn’t really do much around the place anyways. You tend to be the more organised one and lord forbid if Mark ever did any chores. It’s like he’s very much allergic to anything that involved cleaning the house or doing chores around the place.

You stand there taking in your roommates rejection. You should’ve told him he has no choice. He has to help you and that’s the end of the story. You sigh. But then your mind was completely taken off by the thought of him being busy — you start to hear overlapping videos through the door. You hate to admit it but you heard moans. Female moans seemingly like it’s from a technology advice. Mark was watching porn on his laptop and he’s now going to wank off?

You can’t believe it. You interrupted his relief time now. You can’t help but think you had a plan to get him on board to helping your rearrange the furniture now.

“Oh just you wait Mark Lee…” You scowl as you approach the wifi box. It would be a shame if the wifi stops working right? And every electricity in the house stops working Hm? Yeah that would’ve terrible wouldn’t it…

What a shame. You think. Mark should’ve helped you out when he had the chance and offer up because you’re definitely not someone to hit or miss with a rejection. He should’ve just said yes and helped you out with this one little thing and then he could’ve went back to doing his business. As your hands brush over to the plug connecting the wifi to the box you smirk and pull it out when you could hear Mark’s distant voice moaning.

Mark was gaining close and closer to his orgasm. To his own high that he’s been chasing for a while now and you’ve been telling him to do the furniture rearrangement he’s been trying to jerk off his own hard cock for the past thirty minutes or so . Now that he’s pretty close, he was anticipating the orgasm to wash over him. Instead he heard the video stop and his eyes widen.

Did the video just stop? Mark with his free hand checks the wifi connection and it said nothing. Then his computer started to shut down and he cursed slapping the laptop down.

He knew exactly what and who did this. Mark was extremely pissed off now. If anything he’s never been this frustrated in his entire life. He puts back on his shorts and boxers on groaning. He really hates walking around with a solid hard-erected fucking cock around the place. It’s not pleasant.

“That Dirty, Little, Traitor…” Mark frowns as he opens his bedroom door muttering his words under the breath. He was fuming anger at this point.

When he saw you standing by the wifi box he could feel his own anger boiling like he was becoming cooked alive. You really did turn it off at the wrong time when he was about to release. It wasn’t fair Mark thinks. He didn’t deserve this but you feel like you don’t deserve disrespect. Especially when you’re probably the most pettiest person to ever insult and offend.

Mark starts to speak now but you could hear the literal anger building in his tone. You don’t like the way he’s speaking to you right now, so you put your hands between your hips. “Y/n what the fuck is wrong with you exactly?” He wished he could get a proper diagnosis on why you’re being so annoying to him right now.

You smirk at him. “Since you won’t help me finish up, I don’t think I’ll let you finish.” You can tell sexual frustration when you see one and Mark is hella fidgety and now very much all riled up because you interrupted a very important session of his time. His only free time. You like that you got him so worked up. Now you’re going to make him earn it or else he won’t like what’s coming.

For once in your life you saw a man standing there with dark widen eyes gazing into yours. He seems pretty upset but now that he knows you will not put the wifi on unless he helps you with your rearranging furniture he turns around and starts going inside your room with a cold expression. He really doesn’t like this. He didn’t wanna do this but he was desperate here. He wants the wifi back on. You smirk watching him turn around and go to your room as you planned.

You follow him now and you start to grab the free edge of the mattress. Mark ends up using most of his strength to help you move the mattress into a different position. It looks like you got bored of the way your bedroom layout it was.

He’s not been inside your room before. He took a glimpse like once or twice however Mark stays out of your zone and you stay out of his zone.

Your roommate then helps you move the cupboard and the drawers in your room around until you like a position.

Mark feels like he is your slave a little. He puts the drawer to the far right and you shake your head. “A little to the left…” Mark sighs as he hears you say this. He starts to move the drawer a little left now. You tilt your head thinking if you like this position.

It feels like you’re definitely punishing him right now. Mark can’t shake it off but he’s pretty frustrated down below and what’s worse? You’re standing in front of him pretending like this was nothing and not a big deal.

You smirk. “Actually go back to the right one again…” Mark looks at you now with a proper deep gaze that pierced your soul. “Y/n I am not your freaking slave. I helped you out with the heavy stuff now let me go and put the wifi back on.” Your roommate finally snapped at you and you raise an eyebrow crossing your arms across your chest.

“Hmm… no.” You trail. Mark scoffs back at you and he approached you. If you won’t let the wifi back on then he guesses you can help him out now by shutting up. You feel him approach you and your heart skips a beat suddenly. You never seen him make his way to you so intimidatingly and when you’re pressed against your cold bedroom wall now by Mark you feel his hot breath tickle your cheek. You grew red when he looks at you like you’re a meal to be devoured because one, you never ever been this close to Mark before.

And two, you can feel Mark’s hard erected cock pressed on your leg when he has you pressed against the wall in your bedroom. “This isn’t funny Y/n. Stop torturing me.” Mark trails now gazing at you. “If you won’t put the wifi on, you’ll have to help me out now with my own big problem.” He now said darkly to you and you swore you felt your life flash between your eyes when he leans down to kiss you now. You feel your heart racing. Why was your heart racing exactly? The kiss felt too good however. You start to lose yourself in it and Mark seems pretty decent at kissing.

Actually that’s a lie he was freaking amazing. You really need to stop humbling Mark because you never thought he would be so good at this. The way his hands took every second to roam on your beautiful body. He loves every curve. He tugs on your hips pressing you even deeper against the leg he has between your thighs now and you feel the rock solid cock through the fabric of his shorts press now against your lower belly. You feel so caught off guard why was he so hard? You never realised it but you’ve been edging him without even thinking it’s this bad. Mark had a pretty needy problem down below.

He certainly had a big problem. He wasn’t lying when he said it was a big one. The kissing he did so passionately against your mouth irks goosebumps on your skin. You feel like you’re exhilarating at some point the more he kissed your lips like this, so deeply and so roughly you feel like you would explode any second. Your stomach was fluttering like an opening lotus. You feel the way your breathes we’re both so heavy now you can hear it in the silence of your rooms and you can hear Mark’s mouth exploring you so calmly.

He was so calm when he’s kissing you but he’s also so desperate at the same time. It’s like he was a lot more calmer and less frustrated but also a lot more desperate and needy just for you.

You never thought you would love kissing your roommate like this. Never in your life have you thought about making out with your roommate because he was horny. And now you’re equally horny. It’s the little things he does to you too. The way his fingers run down your lower back now and position you against the bed you positioned together. He actually did most of the work with the heavy furniture.

Mark never thought he would be here doing your furniture for you and now he’s going to do you on those furnitures all day long until he’s satisfied. And you’re going to have to deal with it all.

“On the bed, trousers off now.” Mark rasps out when pulling only an inch away from your mouth with his eyes closed. He slowly opens them and you let out a low wispy breath. You did exactly as he said, removing your trousers and he reconnects your mouths together for another kiss. He did the pleasure for you by wrapping his fingers at the bottom hem of your shirt and pulls it off letting your arms freely slip out.

He watches how you’re now eagerly kissing him back as much as possible. He can’t help it. He likes it when you’re becoming as equally into this as he was now. Mark finds it extremely attractive when you kiss him back some more and let your tongue slip in boldly which soon leaves you breathless because that was a bad move. Mark easy took you out with his own tongue wrapped around your own. He controlled you from the simplest possible angles and actions he made. You didn’t last long between the dominant war your tongues held together. Mark won it with ease but that’s okay because the pleasure your tongue received was rewarding almost.

You hate losing the most but when it came to this, maybe you don’t hate losing so much.

Carrying more your own body starts to become worshipped with kisses. Mark travels down his tongue on your neck and collarbone. You purr out your shivers and fast gasping moans when he did this. The fact that it leaves you full of goosebumps really makes you wonder if Mark figured out how your body works or if he’s just so good at pleasing the person he’s with.

Mark smirks hearing against his tongue gasp like this. Your moans were much better than the ones on the laptop video anyways. He definitely found something better to use now than his own hand. He grabs you forward and makes you lay down flat on the bed as he kissed your neck with his lips motioning forward.

He puckers at the softness of your skin and that leaves you begging for more instantly. Mark can tell you’re into this a lot more now.

It’s about to get better for you the more this continues.

When he motions down his hands at your exposed sex you found yourself admitting to the new reality that Mark has now slipped in one finger inside your walls and you feel the pressure building up so much you wail up your head and coo out your moans so softly. Mark thought you were in a different dimension for a minute with the way you react so different now.

He never thought you would look so irresistible with his single digit inside you. It’s already getting you some good extreme reactions he wonders what happens if he puts in his second finger? Mark admires how spread out on the bed you look and your loose arms weakly grab on his forearms and elbow area everytime he pumps the finger in and out of your hole.

You frown out. “Oh god Mark…please don’t stop.” You couldn’t help but lean your head back more against the bedsheets and pillows that is supporting your head. You feel them wrinkle with each movement you move your head around as you take the pleasure. Mark was now on his second digit inside you and it had you squirming to the left and to the right constantly. He enjoys watching you struggle a little.

Perhaps this will teach you a lesson not to interrupt his own private time.

He smirks and suddenly he flicks forward his wrist curling the fingers against a dense but sensitive area inside you and you hitch your moans all the way down your throat. You wanted to say something but you couldn’t. That is how good it felt with Mark’s hands so deep inside you.

“You like that huh?” Mark said watching your expression that’s frowning at the pleasure. You were drowning in the feelings he gave you and your body. You nod frantically at him, so pathetically he thought but he enjoys that side to you.

He smirks. “Should I stop?” And you shake your head as you deeply gasp. “No…! No… don’t stop.” You shake your head now frantically, again, you didn’t want him to stop.

Mark trails now as he felt like you’re gaining up on your orgasm. He won’t be that nice to have your first orgasm with his own fingers. You pause as you feel Mark’s fingers leave your hole and you complain out already at the emptiness missing inside you.

He smirks and looks down at your confused expression. “Sorry princess but you’re going to have to cum on my cock instead.” He vows as he straddles his hands against your ankles just sliding you a little closer to him. He spread you pretty well and you whine. “Oh please… I was really close.” You couldn’t help it. You really wanted your orgasm right there and then.

“I don’t think you deserve to have such a quick orgasm, Y/n, not after you turned off the wifi.” He smirks cockily and you couldn’t help but think how much he has you wrapped around his fingers right now. You lean your head back some more. “I really needed your help with the rearranging though…” you tell him hoping he would understand your solution.

He found your words amusing. “Oh yeah? Well now your insides are about to be rearranged darling.” Mark laughs a little now as he positions out his harden tip against your entrance and pushed it in only a little and then takes it out again. He was teasing you with this knowing you want him inside you now.

You groan at the words. You love how they sounded. It seems like your furniture weren’t the only thing needed to be moved around. When Mark finally enters you it feels like a whole different sensation. The fingers that were deeply inside you felt a lot more different from how his harden shaft was making you feel. It felt so much thicker, better and also had you pulsing around his length so much. Mark never thought he would be addicted to the way his roommate’s walls feel like clenching around his own harden cock with every stepping thrust he does inside you. Mark moves up against your thighs rocking you forward and backwards like you’re a moving seat.

You croak out your moans into your hand which soon didn’t help because the more Mark moves his lingering shaft inside you the more your voice overlaps outside louder and louder with each syllable. Mark cannot help but feel so amazing when you feel your stomach go tighter. “Shit, shit, shit…” Mark paused when he feels himself growing even more intense by how you feel so tight now around him. You’re purposely clenching and pulling him even deeper. Now that your legs wrap round Mark’s waist. Your bodies were inseparable. “You’re making me go deeper… ah my lord…” he seethes now as he watched your outline expression.

You look complexed out by everything he’s doing to you and your body. It feels like your brain was fried and that you’re ascending into another world. Another level of pleasure. You feel so good though and it’s definitely no denying it but you’re fucked out until you’re going dumb with your roommate right now. It feels almost humiliating but at the same time you’re going dumb over Mark’s cock and it makes him feel proud that he can provide you this opportunity and moment to you.

It’s safe to say he won’t let this live down between the both of you. He will never let this moment die out.

When you tightly clench Mark only pistons himself like a motion with jabs stroking himself to go even more faster and now you feel yourself slipping out of your own body, like your soul has left now completely and abandoned your body and mind.

“Oh my…! Mark…! I-I’m so close… you’re being too quick.” You weren’t expecting your orgasm to inflict so quickly inside you right now and when he only started to move so much faster in such inhuman strokes. You feel yourself trembling and finding your eyes widen as day.

Mark didn’t stop at all even though you told him he was being too quick for you to handle your overdue orgasm. He was fucking inside you even more like the rent was due.

He only whispers to you as he kissed your jawline loving how you’re screaming his name like this. “Cum right now, this is the only time you can cum.” He told you as if it was a warning. A threat even. You can’t help but whimpering out your own voice. He had such authority over you that you started to orgasm on his own command terms.

When they orgasm infects you so badly you rest there with your eyes rolling back and Mark continues to thrust in when your orgasm was happening on top of you. It felt like you’re becoming double penetrated; by your orgasm and by his thrusts never loosing the pace. He continues to become very fast now that he was chasing his own orgasm.

Within that moment you feel your second high coming now and you feel yourself become warm again and you moan again now. Mark feels himself grunting.

“You’re about to come again aren’t you?” Mark’s voice was so deep and breathy but also very keen when he spoke to you. Mark was definitely amused by how much he’s done to you. He’s making you orgasm again, and again.

You cannot help but feel almost embarrassed but at the same time you like the fact that you were having such a good release when it was with your roommate.

You choke out an incoming sobbing moan. “Y-Yeah… oh god… I cant…! I need to come… Mark, I need to come.” You wail out your words that don’t even make sense to him anymore because Mark’s mind was a cloud now. He was getting cloudy and he didn’t pay attention on anything when he felt his cock twitch deeply inside you with that final deep thrust he has jabbed forward against your hips.

At this point Mark responds a little late to your words but he flung his head back groaning. “Oh princess I’m about to fill you up…”

The way his hands grab on your own hips too and pull them down which makes your orgasm feeling even more powerful. You came together this time and your second orgasm felt even more better than the first one you had. Now that you have milked every last bit of him inside you. You stir up every drop not leaving anything slip out except Mark flooding himself inside your own womb.

You take a minute to blink out of the pleasure at the front of your window. The bedroom only held your pants and your silence before Mark and you regain your concentration again. You try to conceal your redden skin on your cheeks because you feel quite warm, not just warm but overwhelmingly warm from your double orgasm and getting filled up with Mark’s warm liquid makes you feel even more inflated and full.

You somehow like that feeling however. Of being full of your roommates splutter.

Mark smirks a little down at you as he can see your red cheeks and he leans closer towards your body and whispers. “So… do you need anymore help rearranging your furniture?”

Maybe he can help you out some more with your furniture after all…

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[sundays-wing-piercing]

Helloooo, I hope you don’t mind that I just hop in here to send some Sunday prompt ideas cause why not (hehe)

A hurt/comfort idea with Sunday and injured s/o, what if s/o escaped a life-threatening situation without his knowledge and returned to him, only for Sunday to realize that theyre bleeding out heavily. Luckily he managed to get assistance before things took a turn for the worse, scolding them for being so reckless and for not telling him, he was just so worried :( (bonus if its a path destruction follower s/o)

Second idea, what if s/o’s running a delirious, high fever, all shits and giggling while Sunday is sitting at their bedside, feeding them necessary food and medicine while patting their hot forehead with a cool cloth, reassuring them that he loves them and that they’ll be fine soon

man i just rlly love me some hurt/comfort prompts 😞☺️

Honey darling don't worry it's what I do LOVE THESE IDEAS OMG

The first one I'd imagine that after you barely escaped death your mind's all over the place but even then one thought outshines the others. You don't know if you're gonna die or not. The unbearable pain along with the trail of blood staining your fingers do convince you to the first option but either way, you'd want to atleast see him one last time. You're practically limping, trying to stay awake just a little bit longer and once you finally meet him your body completely gives up just in time.

You weren't met with the cold floor as you expected. But instead, a terrified man who shouts your name begging you to stay awake. It appears that he had caught you in his arms just as he always did. Though you wonder if it's gonna be his last.

Fortunately Sunday got you help as soon as possible. You were ofcourse unconcious but atleast not forever. Atleast that's what he hoped. Gosh all he felt was rage but to who? Was it to the person or thing that caused this? Was it to you who gave little to no thought wether you'd get out of this battle alive or not? Or was it to him who'd wish he had the time to protect you? Even though theres no way he could've have predicted this, he was still angry at himself.

What kind of fool falls for the same mistake twice. All he could do is cover his face in the blanket that you slept in out of shame. That is until a hand gently stroked his hair. Oh you thought he was gonna start crying? Nah hes straight up scolding you like- actually raising his voice. Although you feel guilty of making him worry like this, you can't help but smile at how much he cares for you enough to get mad about it.

Halfway through his scolding you find how his words seemed to come out more hoarse until it ultimately stops. Hes crying. Ah now you really feel bad. You can't really do much in your current state other than cupping his face making him look at you in the eye. Your thumb brush away the tears that escape the corners of his eye as you blurt out an apology. One that he refuses to accept at the moment but deep down, he loves you too much to be petty. As of now you'll just have to comfort him until you both succumb to the exhaustion.

Second one is just you waking up looking absolutely terrible but you insist that everything is fine. Right as you're about to get ready for work Sunday immediately pulled you back down to the bed as he presses his cold fingers to your forehead. Yup, it's a fever alrighty. A really bad one in fact. And so he decides to take a day off to tend to you and despite your complains he absolutely insist on taking care of you.

But ofcourse you decide to use this opportunity to your advantage. Right as he brings you something to eat you're whining to him about how you don't have the appetite to eat. Theres no way he'll buy into this. Holy shit he did. He's actually and willingly spoon feeding you slowly and patiently and even made sure to stop for a break if you can't take anymore so you don't vomit all over the place.

But incase you do, he's at your side holding your hair and patting your back till you're all done. He gently cleans you up and brings you a fresh comfy set of clothes that are just right for you. And once you're finished he'll hold you close and whisper sweet affirmations to calm you down. Even if you apologize for burdening him he'll deny it all with a gentle smile. Different from his charming public persona one. Even if he has to get up to do the same thing in the middle of the night he'll never blame you. It's not something in your control afterall. Please do the same if he ends up getting sick from you.

Wow. Thats a lotta words. But as always SMASH THE SUBSCRIBE BUTTON. LIKE, COMMENT, SHARE AND MAKE SURE TO HIT THE BELL SO YOULL GET NOTIFIED ON MY NEWEST VIDEO. THIS IS SUNDAYS WING PIERCING, SIGNING OFF. *insert 2017 yt outro of my username with cool effects as playing with fire by blackpink plays in the background* Im so sorry for that

[yandere-romanticaa]

"I know you can't keep your eyes off me but, darling, for the sake of my work I must ask you to stop."

His tone was ever so arrogant but laced with the slightest hint of amusement which never failed to make your blood boil. Even with his back turned towards you his hideous smirk still burned, even if you couldn't really see it but you knew Alhaitham better than anyone else did.

Your misery was a favorite past time of his.

Here you sat on the floor, chained and angry like a wild animal as your captor made himself comfortable on his large and cozy chair, millions upon millions documents places on the pristine wooden desk but his attention kept wavering from time to time and the sound of your voice was the reason why. He was obviously trying to cover up the fact that he actually wanted to get up from the stupid chair and come towards you and push your buttons more but work called and no one else could really handle the papers other than the Scribe himself.

Naturally, you made it your mission to make it as hard as possible for him, regardless of how petty your tactics were.

It started out with random little sounds and noises here and there, then you switched to full on talking but never shouting - that could lead to a serious penalty that you honestly didn't have the guts to take. You spewed random nonsense, just things that randomly came to mind such as how clean the floor is, how oddly pretty the plants in the corner were and just how dreadfully tacky Alhaitham's boots were.

That one amused him more than your other comments, much to your chagrin.

Instead of annoyance or preferably anger, Alhaitham hardly said a word during the entire ordeal but it actually made him slightly more productive. The sound of his quill sped up ever so slightly as he turned to you every few seconds, finally managing to shut you up after a few hours had passed.

Letting out a sigh you lowered your head and closed your eyes, letting out any and all thoughts go and the only thing you could feel was the rusty sensation of the metal chains that kept you at bay. A few dark bruises had formed ages ago and showed no sings of leaving, causing you to slightly wince from the few stings of numbing pain.

Your mind didn't even register the sound of a chair being scrapped across the floor and hectic footsteps that were charging straight towards you, not until you felt a cold hand on your cheek and the scent of cedarwood invading your senses. There knelt Alhaitham, a strange glint in his eye as he inched himself closer and closer, his presence suffocating as always.

"You have my attention now, darling."

You scoffed, a hint of fear creeping up your spine.

You hated it when he called you darling. It made you angrier than usual these days, especially as he was really your only company and window to the outside world...

"Why not share what you're thinking right now with me? It's clearly bothering you and telling me might make you feel better."

His thumb circled your cheek slowly as he maintained eye contact with you, his gaze heavier than iron. A part of you hoped that this was Alhaitham comforting you, that he was sorry for what he had done but... that just wasn't him. That version of him was an illusion. In reality he was probably doing this in order to soothe you and keep you behaved... which might as well be him comforting you in some sense of the word, with his own spin on it of course.

With your vision becoming blurry you could do nothing but lean into his touch and he happily accepted, both his hands holding you steady as he pressed you against the wall, his hot breath tickling your neck as he kept you close to his chest, in a similar manner of a needy child holding a prized teddy bear.

Sometimes, you wished you could break free. But on occasion, you couldn't help but to indulge in Alhaitham's company which lead you to your current predicament.

If you ever had the chance, you were going to throw yourself off the Akademiya roof, if not to escape his clutches than to just spite him.

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[dairy-farmer]

Another stalker/civilian Au~!

Its an Au where Bruce get thrown into some multi-verse adventure with a few other Batmen, not long into his grief spiral? And between Climactic Battles(tm) they try to tell him to be... less harsh, on his Tim? Because they know he is them. He won't listen if they say Be Nice. He's raging and full of grief.

And he's like? Tim? Timothy Drake. The neighbors child who should be in Morocco, THAT Tim?

Yep. He becomes your next Robin. They ALL tell him. Because *various explanations basicly boiling down too "you publicly lose your shit in grief"*. And? Bruce has time to work through his immediate, VIOLENT denial? While on that adventure?

Comes back having reached a stage of "Absolutely Not. No More Robins." Not because it's TIM, but because he refuses to lose another kid? But ALSO? He's now Hyper Aware of this kid?

That's HIS kid.

He has to PROTECT that kid from trying to become Robin. From trying to join the Caped lifestyle. So he, now that he's no longer risking just destroying just HIMSELF, drags himself together. Painfully, slowly, and with help, but he does it. Is he okay? Not remotely. But he slowly gets functioning again.

Twitchs everytime Tim looks too hard in his direction. Seems too concerned.

He carefully manipulates Tim's school to offer better and better distractions. Opportunities for growth and too entice. Photography, engineering, languages, skating, game creation. Anything.

He monitors Tim too and from school. Stops purse snatching and petty crimes far before Tim ever sees them. Makes SURE there will never be any call to action for his boy. No great tragedy.

Then, of course, the universe (as it tends too) spits on his efforts in mockery. Tim's parent are kidnapped, killed, by a madman. He is orphaned, like Bruce was. Left with too much wealth and few to protect him from those who would take it. It's like looking into a mirror of the past.

He steps up.

His lawyers vicious, the will, a forgery they'll never be able to prove is fake. They KNOW it is. Because they destroyed the original. However, his fake is better then theirs. His lawyers far more bloodthirsty. He sees most of the Drake Industries board in jail by the end of the month.

But... Timothy Drake is not his son. He's his foster child.

One who avoids him.

Who chokes on the secrets he KNOWS, but doesn't know, Bruce knows he knows. Who mourns his parents. Who's trying to hold on to the shreds of his life. Bruce watches him through the Manor cameras and obsesses. So small. So sad. They have both lost so much.

It is almost... perverse, the weight that lifts from Bruce's shoulders, when he drags his weary body back to the cave each night. After brutal patrols and the untold horrors man visits upon man. And he can just? Flip on the cameras. Find Tim. Curled warm and soft, safe and alive, in his bed. Playing some game, later then he should, as young men do. Sneaking a snack.

The living representation of what he's fighting for.

But Dick comes back, raging through and misunderstanding. Thinks Tim is Robin. Lashes out. The shouting echoes. By the time everything is cleared up, Tim has already quietly found himself a boarding school abroad. Dick is devastated. Feels like a monster. Bruce wants to refuse. But whispers of another break out on TOP of League of Assassins agents being spotted lurking around?

He hates it, but agrees.

It's a miserable slog of time after that. Report cards and updates the only highlights. A crime lord that turns out to be his dead son appears. A BIOLOGICAL Son that hounds him to be Robin appears. Eventually Tim returns. Technically, aged out of the foster system.

As though Bruce would ever let go so easily.

He welcomes him home at the airport. His boy, grown into his slender frame and delicate features. Wants to drive him to the Manor but drives him to the upper class apartment Tim has bought himself instead.

Adjusts his patrol routes mentally.

Learns, through his planted cameras, that Tim's schoolmates have been a TERRIBLE influence. Casual nudity, sprawling hedonistic nights of take-out and wine, and most concerning? Mentions of "hook ups" he will be missing, over the phone. Bruce is appalled. How did he MISS this?

Sure, Tim cleans up well. Presents himself as reserved if flirtatious in the boardroom. Is now working to seize control of his birthright. But... but...!

Bruce is conflicted. But can not tear his eyes away, as he reviews the surveillance from the Welcome Home gala he threw for Tim. Was it coincidence? Or intentional. That every "hot young thing", as it were, that Tim pulled into a side room to fuck him throughout the night. Was the civilian identity of a Cape?

Bruce, as he tends to, gets obsessed. Watches as Tim is fucked by hooks and lovers alike. As he pleasures himself in his home, works in his office, commutes to and from work.

Maybe it gets weird. Because of course it does. Maybe Damian volunteers, after noticing his Father's obsession, in hopes of gaining som of that attention for himself. Seduces Drake. Finds they have a lot in common. Fucks him knowing his Father is watching. Realizes he is IN to that. That he enjoys the murmured commands of his Father in his ear, telling him how best to earn his approval.

Maybe it's just Bruce. Who finally shows up as Batman. And they pretend. That Tim doesn't know. That Bruce doesn't know he knows. And Bruce rocks his world.

However it ends? Tim is a kept man. Batmans secret civilian lover. And he gets WEIRD about it~☆

-🐼🐼🐼

it would be just like bruce to get weird over it especially since, whether he realized it or not, he's formed a pretty severe complex over tim 😩😩😩

[trentsixtysix]

can u write something for trent where him and the reader are on a break?

But whilst they’re on a break u find out he got with someone else but somehow pls make it end happy 😅🥹

The Break

WARNINGS: mentions of sex

Word Count: 2.0k

Angst, Fluff

'I need space Y/n.'

His words replayed in your mind over and over as you kept thinking back to that night - the night where you both became familiar with your feelings towards each other at the time.

The past few months had been difficult for the two of you; you were hardly spending time together due to how busy you were, and the times you were together you'd both be so exhausted you would hardly say a word to each other.

Eventually it all piled up, and after hours of confrontation he came to the conclusion you needed to split, with you hesitantly agreeing.

'Breakup?' You asked, confused as to where this suddenly came from.

'Not a real breakup, just for a little bit until we come back to each other.' He explained, as you still didn't understand.

'The whole issue is we don't spend enough time with each other.' You argued, but you knew if you spent another moment with him you were pretty sure you'd lose it.

'We'll come back to each other, I know we will.' He persisted, and you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

You were in disbelief at how he would want to distance himself from you further - but if there's one thing you were, it was petty, so you agreed and told him it was fine by you.

----

It had been over three months, and you hadn't heard from Trent since your understanding a while ago.

You weren't sure what he was getting up to, but certain he wouldn't even have the time to get up to anything wild with how busy he was, and for you it was the same; so consumed by work that you hardly had time for anything either.

He insisted on you staying in your shared home, whilst he stayed with his family close by, but you were aware you wouldn’t be able to handle it if you had to stay in that huge empty house alone, which is why you opted on staying with your parents instead.

They would obviously be clueless about what a 'break' was, and would instead force you to work things out so you simply told them you weren't together anymore, unsure of what Trent would be telling his family and friends who hadn’t stopped calling and texting asking for explanations.

It wasn't until last week you got a bunch of calls, and they were from your friend Lucy who sounded very drunk; you were unable to hear what she was saying due to a combination of loud music and shouting in the background, and her slurring her words was when you decided you'd go and pick her up.

You stormed through the crowded club, dressed in nothing but your sweats and hoodie, not expecting this to be where you were spending your Friday night, and immediately spotted her, in the corner being forced to drink some water by someone unknown to you.

'Come on, lets go.' You told her, helping her up as she tried to say no.

'Y/n.' She whispered, reluctantly following after you as your grip remained tight.

'Yeah?' You asked, whilst she pulled you closer and you tried to navigate the exit through the crowd of people.

'There's Trent.' She slurred, pointing as you helped her stay upright, looking up slightly to spot him stood a distance away by the door.

He noticed you immediately, and was most likely staring at you before you noticed him. His face instantly dropped, and it was all due to the fact you had spotted the blonde on his shoulder who he had her arms wrapped around him.

Your face was frozen upon seeing him, and all of the emotions hurriedly returned back to you. Not only was it a shock to see his face, the face you had missed so much after a month which felt like eternity, but it was a shock to see him with some girl in the club so quickly.

You didn't stay another moment, and your best friend had noticed what had happened even in the state she was in, leading her to soon comply with you and just let you take her home.

'Y/n wait.' Called a voice, presumably Trent's as you just continued to strut off with your friend, not even turning around to acknowledge his calls as you were certain you'd burst into tears if you saw his face right now.

Technically he wasn't cheating on you, as you two were broken up and had only made a promise to get back together. But what he did was so wrong, and you were in disbelief at how he had the time to entertain a girl at a club but not you during your relationship.

You'd hoped he'd have more respect for you too; and wouldn't go and take advantage of this break to do things like this, especially as you'd both been with each other for years now and were seriously committed to each other.

You settled down at Lucy's house, where she had begged for you to stay the night, and you made her go to sleep in her room whilst you stayed downstairs, unsure of what to do now as you were thinking a million different things.

Maybe he was just helping her? Or she was an annoying fan begging for a picture?

You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, ending the night by falling asleep accidentally on the couch.

You were awoken midday, to see your friend and her hangover awake and ready before you, laughing as she watched you slowly open your eyes.

'Do you want to make me breakfast?' She joked, making you smile as you stretched.

'Let me catch a shower first.' You told her, having a quick one as you returned to the kitchen soon after.

You cooked up some pancakes, aware she was in need of a good meal as her body would be thanking her for it.

'Have you spoken to him?' She wondered, watching you as you poured batter on a buttered pan.

You simply shook your head, and she grabbed your phone to power it on for you whilst you were too busy with the food.

'You've got about 50 missed calls and texts from him Y/n.' She showed you, bringing the phone up to your face as you grabbed it off of her, inspecting it to see what he wanted.

You just slammed it back down on the counter, flipping the pancakes and ignoring them all.

'What do they say?' Asked Lucy, curious from your reaction.

'Just a bunch of I'm sorrys and I miss yous.' You chuckled, rolling your eyes.

'Well reply to him then!' She exclaimed.

'No luce, I don't wanna hear anything from him at the moment.' You revealed, plating up your pancakes as she hurriedly took the first plate as always.

'I'm just saying, you two are soulmates, don't know why he would do this.' She said, digging into her food.

'Did you see him do something with her?' You asked, hopeful of your friend's presence at the club too.

'I'm not gonna lie Y/n I don't remember a thing, I only saw him when you did.' She said, truthfully as you both sat on the sofa eating your breakfast which really should've been lunch at this time.

You were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, and allowed her to go and see who it was whilst you stayed finishing your food.

'Y/n, its for you.' She called, before walking back to you and mouthing a 'sorry' as she let you go and answer it.

You were surprised to see Trent stood in front of you, but it wasn't the wildest thing in the world as he'd picked you up from Lucy's many times before, probably suspecting you'd be here.

'Can we talk?' He asked, as you waited for him to say something first.

'Not today.' You said, attempting to shut the door as he held it open, his persistence always wowed you but today you found yourself so annoyed with it.

'Please? Just come with me.' He begged, and you could tell he was being sincere with you.

'Trent just go.' You muttered, sighing as you were over this already.

'No, I'm not leaving until you agree to sort this out with me.' He deferred, and you thought over it for a minute before giving in, realising he wouldn't take no for an answer.

You said a quick goodbye to Lucy, before getting into Trent's car and joining him for a drive.

'I miss you.' He simply said, as you hummed in response.

'Do you miss me?' He asked, glancing over at you for an answer - you locked eyes with him, faintly nodding as he looked back to the road.

'It's not what it looked like, I promise.' He told you, breaking the ice and telling you what you wanted to hear.

'You were with some girl in a club? What else is there to it?' You argued.

'And I regret it, so much.'

'Tell me what happened.' You ordered.

'I kissed her.' He told you, voice softer as he knew he messed up.

All you could do was sigh in response, hoping that's all it went to, even though you were still frustrated about it.

'Just kissed her?' You asked, not even sure you wanted to know the whole truth.

'We almost had sex, a few nights ago.' He told you, as you internally cringed, wishing you had never asked whilst he fought to continue.

'Almost?'

'Almost. But then I asked her to leave straight away.' Trent told you.

'Why? We're not together, you can do whatever you want.' You said, even though you both knew you'd never be cool with it no matter what.

‘It felt weird. I felt guilty knowing she wasn't you, just couldn't bring myself to do anything.' He explained, as you sat in silence at what he'd told you.

'Y/n?' He called, needing you to say something back.

'I don't even remember the last time you even kissed me Trent.' You sulked.

'I know, but I'm here now, we're here together that's what matters.' He assured you, lightly taking your hand in his.

'But you have the time to party and kiss girls and not for me.' You stated, feeling very emotional right now.

'Don't say that, it was a mistake Y/n, I've been miserable without you.' He said, and you could see his glossy eyes matching yours as he pulled up to his house.

'Come inside, please?' He pleaded, and you did exactly that, following behind him closely.

'I don't know what to say Trent.' You told him, honestly as you slumped onto the sofa that was so familiar to you.

'We don't need to say anything right now, I just need you.' He told you kissing your forehead, and you needed him just as much.

'I'm sorry Y/n.' He whispered.

'I've though about you every single day, only a little while without you and I've not been able to handle it.' He continued, whilst you wiped one of his disguised tears with your finger.

'Shh, just leave it now.' You begged, wanting to forget about it for the moment.

'But I've been so distant, I never want it to be like that again.'

'It's my fault too, we've both been distant.' You fought, recognising you guys rarely even went out with each other anymore.

'From now on I'll come back straight away from training, I promise.' Said Trent.

'You don't have to do that, don't be ridiculous.' You told him.

'I want to, I have to make some sacrifice for this to work.' He explained, and all you could do was smile at his determination.

'I'll take some time off of work then.' You told him, aware that you didn't necessarily need to be working away from home anyway as your job allowed you to stay at home - a job Trent insisted you didn’t need as you had him, but you’d always feel bad if you had to depend on him.

He smiled contently, and you were filled with a new hope, that the two of you could finally go back to normal, and say goodbye to the tough times - and as clueless as Trent could be, you were surprised to see this 'break' he was talking about end up working in your favour.

[radiant-reid]

ohmygod cate!! okay so ive been thinking, could u pLEASE do a blurb or a oneshot with an angry love confession? i live for that trope and like imagine the reader puts herself in danger for spencer and then he acts all petty and rude the whole day and then reader is completely done w his shit and then they have an argument and BAM

okay so this is incredibly cliche but i love this concept and UnitChief!Reid

He's not talking to you in the car, and you're terrified about what it means. What he is doing is gripping the wheel tight enough to turn his knuckles white and his jaw clenched in a way that's somehow attractive and scary.

It was hard enough to get on the team, let alone be in law enforcement as a woman, and you get hit with the need to say something and defend your actions. "Spencer, I-"

He doesn't let you get a word in. "No." He cuts you off in his authoritative tone. "Don't even bother trying to justify your actions with a weak apology."

Ouch. You expected him to be harsh, but that was mean. Even though he's your boss, you still consider him a friend.

So you sit in silence. No music and not even the humming of the air conditioning. It's a strategy, you assume, probably why he insisted on only you going with him in the SUV.

You have to shove the feeling of dread in your stomach down when you get to the hotel and out of the car. He still takes your bag out of the trunk with his because he always does, but he's furious, barley looking at you.

You're fucked, truly fucked, and able to do nothing but dwell on your behavior in the elevator.

Instead of handing you your bag at your door and calling it a night so you can go and cry, he walks in behind you like it's his room.

He almost caves when he sees the tears in your eyes because he knew from the day he met you he never wanted to see you crying, but then he remembers the feeling of his stomach dropping in his chest when you ran in there and he's the fear shifts to fury.

"So?" He asks, staring flatly at you.

You don't really have a right to be, but you're mad. "You're ready to let me talk now?"

"Don't be insolent." He demands.

You huff out a dry, insincere laugh as you cross your arms across your chest defensively. "You're not my mom, you can't tell me how to act."

"I am your boss." He reminds you. "And I will not tolerate behavior like that on my team."

"What? You don't want agents that will do the right thing?" You keep pushing the boundary instead of backing down.

He raises his eyebrows like he's unsure if you're serious. "I'd rather agents that listen to my direct instructions."

"Maybe I should transfer then." You offer, although there's no chance you will. You love everything about the BAU, expect Spencer being mad at you.

"Okay. Have the paper on my desk on Monday and you can be gone on Tuesday." He snaps coldly before he can think it through.

You throw your hands up in the air in frustration. "Fine! I will. It's not like you care about what I think."

"Don't start with that." He warns, genuinely hurting you feel like that. But he's not in the mood to talk it out with you, instead, his anger flows out. "You're listened to equally!" You've never heard him yell like that before and it's so unnatural it's uncomfortable.

"Not my take-down ideas." You remind him like he could forget the past hour.

He huffs loudly. "Not when they're stupid and nearly get you killed!"

You seriously do not understand it. You've seen other members of the team do it, and it seems like bullshit that you're being treated like a child.

"Everyone else has done it!" You shout back, blood pumping through your veins.

"I don't love them the way I love you! And I can't even tell you that because I'm your boss! So when you do stupid shit like trying to get yourself blown up, I'm going to be angry!." He reveals before he can stop it, not taking a breath. He cannot have that happen again.

His hand comes to cover his mouth when your eyes widen. Your brain is racing and you're so confused. "Fuck, Y/n, I'm so sorry." He quickly tries to save face, hoping you'll let it slide, even though he's not an idiot and he doesn't believe that. He's already preparing for the meeting with Barnes who will be even more pissed than he was.

Then it's all quiet.

Your heart stops beating in your chest for a second before racing even faster, but with a different emotion. "What?" You ask, voice cracking and so much fainter than before.

He folds, immediately. Seeing you cry feels worse than being scared for your safety. His embarrassment is genuine and he talks. "I shouldn't have said that and I should have yelled at you. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable." You don't say anything while you process it, but he takes that as his answer. "I'll go."

Before he can slip passed you, you reach out to grab his hand, stopping him before squeezing it. "I love you too." You tell him truthfully.

"You really don't have to say that." He assures you, still in shame of what he did.

"Spencer Reid, I love you." You repeat, catching the smile he knows is too inappropriate to fully show. "And I hate you being mad at me." You're close to tears thinking about just a few minutes ago.

"I hated you being in danger." He admits. "And I'm really sorry for yelling at you."

You shake your head, unable to imagine how horrible you'd feel if he did something similar. "I'm really sorry for doing something dumb."

"Please don't cry." He begs, pulling you into his chest in a hug that you definitely need.

You do cry against his shirt, but they're not sad tears.

"Hey." He says when you pull away after an entire minute of hugging and he cups your cheeks. "I thought I told you not to cry."

"I'm not very good at listening to you, though." You joke, earning a chuckle from him that makes you smile. "Are we good?"

"Yes." He assures you. "But you should get some sleep."

You nod before realizing what that means. "No, stay with me, please."

"It would be my pleasure." He agrees easily, omitting saying, I've been dreaming about it for months.

[allkordelia]

Keep Me in Your Thoughts (25)

It was dim in the room when daemon woke up, he move his arm on the bed to find the body that was next to him last night. His eyes snap open and look to the side of the bed to find no one, he frown and look around the room.

He got up walking over to the closed curtain to look out to see it was snowing heavily, he wonder to himself if that meant that rhaelle had a free afternoon. He turn at the sound of the door hoping to see rhaelle, but got an servant instead he watch as a young red hair woman come in with a tray in her hands. 

"Oh, dear." She squeak out before averting her eyes to the floor, daemon furrow his brows at her sudden action, "I am sorry, my lord. I did not mean to disturb you..." she said still looking at the floor, daemon hum in response.

"Rhaelle isn't here." He stated as he step forward making the girl look up before looking back down.

"I-I know...the food is for you, my lord. The queen requested it for your liking." A wide smile appeared on daemon's face before he walk towards the girl, the poor child had to look to side when daemon stood in front of her to take the tray from her.

"Where is the queen, now?" He asked looking at his favorites all in one tray.

"A council meeting, she told me to tell you once you are finish with breakfast to meet her in the north tower." Daemon hum before looking at the young woman to find her still avoiding looking at her, he tilt his head to the side looking at the girl in thought.

"Is there anything else you need, my lord." He watch for a second before grunting out a no and turning away from her to go back to bed.

The girl was quick to leave, she walk out to find other maids standing out waiting for her.

"So?"

"Was he awake."

"Did you see it? " Another girl asked with a wide grin as they stood around their friend wanting what alora said was true.

"I saw...more than I wanted too." The red hair said embarrassed making the others giggle and pull their friend away from the door so she could tell them everything.

The gossip of what transpired between the queen and the prince spread around the castle like wildfire, some find it entertaining since the moment the prince arrived everyone got to see the banter between the two. It was like watching one of the plays that the bards would put on at the amphitheatre. Others did not care for the melodrama that is the queen's business, but they're were others who did not like the fact that the queen was sleeping with the rogue prince, some being the men who serve under the queen.

Rhaelle watch annoyed as Marrio and Banneth argue across the table, either men trying to out shout the other to get their points across. And all over who rhaelle was bedding.

"Shut up!" Rhaelle hiss slamming her hand down on the table making it shake, the two man stop and look at her just like the others.

"Banneth you have called a meeting regarding rumors when you know we have a snow storm right outside our shores," she glared at the older man who duck his head, "Rather than helping prepare my subjects, I had to spent the better half of my morning listening to YOU TWO FIGHT!" She stood from her chair piss and angry, both man look down ashame, they knew what they were doing was petty and could have been discussed at a later date.

"I am...sorry, my queen." Banneth spoke first looking up, marrio looks up and says the same thing, but this does not deterre rhaelle as she now have to set some things straight.

"I do not care for your sorries, I care about my people. So, it seems I need to make some things clear," she looks at marrio who was looking at the table, he was tracing his nail along the wood avoiding the queen's wrath.

"As much as I hate to discuss marriage especially since I am still married to the king, marrio..." The man look up and at rhaelle, "And I are still set to be married once the king's pass on," Marrio look away annoyed and upset, rhaelle notice and didn't show a lick of care, she knew what he was doing when he was arguing for rhaelle and daemon to be married.

"That's good to hear, my queen. But, the rumors..." Banneth trailed off when rhaelle gave him a look.

"What I do with daemon in my chamber is my business and mines alone," she said with a firm voice, so they will understand that daemon and her business was her business and nobody else's.

"I still do not understand." Meleah says, rhaelle glance at the woman, she haven't spoken to her since the argument in her room.

"What is there not to understand." She stated irritated.

"What if daemon wants more than just being your whore, I don't think he will take kindly that you will be marrying another." Meleah said, marrio glance at rhaelle to see her reaction, but rhaelle did not show any emotions as she spoke.

"If he doesn't like who I am marrying than he can fuck off back to King's Landing, I couldn't care less." All this talk about daemon this and that was getting on her nerves, she needed to go and make sure they had enough beds and blankets at the septon.

"But–" Meleah started.

"Why don't you let me worry about him and you worry about making sure there's no traitors among us trying to kill me." Meleah glare at the rhaelle with a look of annoyance, rhaelle gave her look that said she was not in a mood for arguing. Meleah was never one to let things go or listen.

"I'm just saying it would be better to marry daemon–"

"Meleah!" Banneth looks at her shock and slightly betrayed by her words.

"I am right and you all know it, a marriage between house targaryen will finally allow westeros to open up to us." She says looking around the table at the other men, "I'll agree with meleah." Marrio said making banneth roll his eyes in irritation.

"Oh, shut up, you fool." Banneth snap getting tired of marrio voice, "The queen has made her decision, thank the gods. We need House Rogare for their money and support, what do House Targaryen provide for us expect for complaints and their constant condescending attitude."

"You are confuse, dear friend. It is otto who treat us that way."

"Yes and king viserys let's him, and besides," Banneth crosses his arms over his chest, "The queen had said it countless of times that the rogue prince gets bored easily from his duties, what makes you think he won't give up on his duties to this kingdom when he is king."

"Because he loves her." Meleah says standing up as she looks at banneth, rhaelle turn her eyes over to the woman, "For months, he have shown her that he can be responsible and reliable, I have seen him in the morning with baelor going to his riding lessons and not one time was he absent. Not even when he and the queen didn't talk for weeks."

The men in the room were quiet.

"He even started going with valaena to do her duties, many have seen him in the city helping valaena feed the poor and visit the orphanage." Rhaelle brows shot up slightly, she didn't know about that she wonder why he didn't tell her, "Does that sound like the same man, who was said to abandon his duties for whores and chaos." She asked looking at banneth, the older man frown with a look of disappointment.

"I...I guess not," he said painfully making a small smile appear of meleah's lips, "I guess people can change, even a man who people refer to as the Rogue Prince can become...king material." He finish in disdain.

The young queen stare at Meleah with frustration, "I will like to talk ro the mistress of secrets alone, leave us." She announced to the men, they all stood up and bow at her as she continue staring at Meleah.

"Vogero. Marrio. Banneth" The hand of the queen, the lord of coin, and lord of law stop mid way of leaving their spot, "Wait outside I will need your help with gathering some guards and maids to help with the storm." They bow and walk out with the rest of the men leaving the queen and the priestess alone.

@watercolorskyy @green-lxght @spderm4nnnn @supermassiveblackhope @avidreader73 @cleverzonkwombatsludge @beggarsnotchoosey

[lostinthewiind]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get a Brad Colbert imagine. Having to do with a very tough female marine that is hot headed. Like hot headed blows up on Brad and Ray after a while of being silent due to progressive agitated and seeing terrible things during war. I want a lot of angst, if possible of course. Female rage and emotion. And Brad watching this rough in tough female marine shatter.

I am in the mood to cry over writing lol. Thank you!!!!!

Shattered

Brad Colbert - Generation Kill

A/N: I haven't written angst in a long time, so thank you for giving me a reason to dust off my sad Spotify playlists.

Rating: All ages

You'd seen things during war; horrible, terrible, vomit-inducing things. You'd seen destroyed homes, separated families, crying children, and countless corpses. Despite that, you'd been to Afghanistan and made it through relatively unscatched.

But this war was hell.

Seeing the lifeless body of the little girl Charlie company had shot at their roadblock had been more than enough to push you over the edge, and then some. Few things made you so sick to your stomach that you actually lost what little food you had in your stomach, but as you spewed your guts out onto the side of the road, you knew something had shifted.

You could hear Rudy calling to you, and when he finally placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, you shook him off. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you pushed past the gathered marines and stomped back the way you had come.

Back to Bravo company.

"How'd it go up at Charlie?" Ray asked nonchalantly when he noticed you had returned.

You didn't respond. Instead, you climbed into the back seat of the humvee and pulled your helmet down over your eyes. Hopefully, the guys would take the hint and leave you alone.

Ray, however, wasn't usually sharp enough to pick up on hints.

"Hey, Earth to bitch for brains," Ray persisted, waving his hand in front of your face. "What happened at the roadblock?"

"Nothing," you responded.

Brad, who had thus far been simply monitoring the situation, spoke up. "Did they use the new smoke grenade method? Did it work?"

"I don't know."

Fed up, Ray flicked the tip of your helmet, pushing it up just enough so he could see your eyes again. "Stop holding out on us. Clearly, something happened. Spill."

Ever since you had seen that poor girl's body, the rage that had been building for years began to bubble up. Afghanistan, Iraq, God knows where else ... countries full of women and children suffering for the petty wars caused by men and their egos. Countries you were sent to in hope that you could provide aid. Countries where, no matter what you did, your presence only seemed to make things worse.

You had hoped you could contain your rage before it boiled over, but thanks to Ray, you couldn't hold back any longer.

"They shot a kid! That's what happened!" You slapped Ray's hand away from your face and jumped out of the humvee. "Charlie shot at a vehicle and killed a little girl. She was so young. She probably didn't even know what was happening! And now she's dead, Ray ... that's what happened."

By then, you had drawn the attention of more than just Ray and Brad. When you spotted Nate approaching out of the corner of your eye, probably to either check on you or reprimand you for shouting, you stormed off.

Heaving for breath, you felt as though the entire country of Iraq was closing in around you, suffocating you. Chest tight, you ran to the edge of the camp perimeter before collapsing to your knees among the sand and dead grass.

That was when the tears started to fall. Fat, warm drops of liquid ran down your cheeks as you buried your hands into the sand and clenched your fists, desperately searching for something to ground yourself with. When the sand predictably slipped through your fingers, you screamed.

The scream caused your throat to burn and your chest to ache, which only made you cry harder.

After years of telling yourself how strong you were—years of proving to others how strong you were—you had finally been chipped away at enough to reveal the weak woman inside.

While you screamed and cried and clawed at the sand, letting years of pent-up emotions flood from your body, Brad stood nearby and watched as the strongest marine he had ever met shattered before his very eyes.

It was like watching a car crash—no matter how badly he wanted to turn his back and give you the privacy you deserved, he couldn't tear his eyes away. His breathing quickened when he watched you double over and his fists clenched at his sides when he heard you wail.

He imagined this it what it felt like to watch a prized race horse break its leg. He was watching a life-changing moment. Nothing would be the same after this; you wouldn't be the same.

When your screams finally died down into airy sobs and you had dried the tears from your face, he approached. He didn't mean to intrude, but before he knew what was happening, his legs were leading him over.

When he slowly lowered himself down onto his knees beside you, you straightened your back and sniffled. "Sorry, sir," you apologized, your voice raspy and raw from screaming. "I just needed a moment. I'll be okay."

Brad knew you were desperately trying to pick up the pieces of your shattered shell and cover your wounds with them. He knew you weren't okay.

"I'll inform Doc Bryan that you're no longer fit to serve," he told you simply. "An honourable discharge is better than losing yourself out here."

When you turned to Brad, he expected a fight; he expected anger and resentment. Instead, you appeared relieved. He watched as your shoulders relaxed and your eyes fell shut from exhaustion.

"I didn't want it to end this way," you whispered. "I don't want to leave the guys. I don't want to leave you. But ... but I can't to this anymore."

"You served your country bravely and selflessly." He took your hand in his and squeezed tight. Finally, you found the grounding you had been searching for and managed an easy, deep inhale. "That's all anyone could ever ask for."

You felt the tears begin to well in your eyes again. "I tried ..." You looked up at Brad, grateful that there didn't seem to a glimmer of disappointment or pity in his gaze. "I really tried."

"I know you did. You did your part," he assured you. "Now it's time to go home. Get some rest."

Without warning, you reached over, wrapped your arms around Brad's shoulders, and collapsed into his embrace. When he looped his arms around your body and held you close, you buried your face into the crook of his neck and broke down once more.

"This isn't goodbye, you know that right?" He lifted one hand to cradle the back of your head. "You aren't getting rid of any of us that easily."

A single laugh escaped between the sobs. "Best thing the United States Marines ever gave me," you said. "Say what you will about these assholes, but they're the best bunch of assholes I've ever met."

"Am I included in that statement?" Brad asked.

Lifting your head so you could look Brad in the eyes, you smiled. "You're the best asshole I've ever met." You held his face in your hands. "I'd ask you to come back with me if I didn't know that would be like asking a bird to never fly again. You belong out here."

"The fact that you'd even want me to come back with you is more than enough." Brad wiped your stray tears away with the rough pads of his thumb. "This isn't the end. We will see each other again. But for now, focus on yourself."

"That rest you mentioned sounds nice," you admitted. "I'm tired."

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Kallamar x reader? Like instead of killing the Bishops, Lamb just made them all follower sized and indoctrinated them. So S/o is probably the only person in the cult(aside from his siblings ofc) that Kallamar will really talk to, because s/o often stand up for him against any asshats? Maybe one day, s/o is attacked by a couple dissenters and Kallamar, in an uncharacteristic show of bravery, show up and scares them off? Or maybe he just beats tf outta them, I'll leave that up to you.

remember: hydrate of diedrate :]

It was just another lovely day in the Cult of the Lamb, with you being tasked with harvesting the vegetables at the farming plot. 

You hummed a tune as you put on your hat and started picking them, making sure they were neatly organized in the chest.

Your stomach was growling at the thought of having a delicious veggie stew, although you were quite eager to have fish thrown into the mix. Lamb went off to gather some at Pilgrim's Passage, so while they were out you worked hard to ensure they could make food as soon as they returned.

Unfortunately, not everyone in the cult was as obedient nor as chipper as you. 

In fact, you were currently doing your best to tune out the dissenters shouting nonsense into the megaphones near the shrine.

As of late, Lamb has made..a number of questionable decisions. Among them being their decision to indoctrinate the Bishops of the Old Faith into the cult after defeating them.

Yes, the same bishops who slaughtered their kind and tormented innocent followers--now under their ruling as immortal, but not entirely invincible, vessels.

You weren’t sure what made them decide to do that. Though their actions still broke the chains that kept the One Who Waits Below locked up...so you didn’t question them much and instead welcomed them as you would any follower.

Kallamar was the most recent arrival, and his cowardice was on full display. He was among the most obedient--albeit out of fear of being abandoned or killed by the lamb who bested him in combat.

This made him a doormat, in a sense, by others. They’d make him do the work they were assigned to, tell Lamb lies about him stealing, or attempt to trick him into eating certain..undesirable dishes as “revenge” for making them sick.

Yet he would endure it all...until you stood up for him one day and became a close friend. Nowadays he only talked to you, Lamb, Leshy, and Heket, finding comfort especially in your presence.

After some encouragement from his siblings, he nervously confessed his romantic interest in you during a chat over dinner. He nearly sobbed when you accepted his feelings, promising him you’ll protect him so he didn’t feel like an outcast.

Sadly, you couldn’t be in two places at once when he was being harassed. And you even made a few enemies yourself as word spread of your relationship.

Such as the dissenters who noticed you were alone and decided to pay a visit.

As you closed the chest lid, you felt your farming hat being snatched away and turned around, frowning. “Excuse you. That was rude-”

“Why do you love that monster?”

“...guys, we’ve already been over this.” You sighed, realizing you’re gonna have this conversation for the hundredth time. It was irritating you. “But you know, it’s ironic how you’re calling him the monster when you two have been nothing but bullies ever since he arrived. Just give him a chance.”

“Why? You’re not the Leader.” One sneered, getting awfully close to you--enough to invade your personal space. “They’re not here. So we can do whatever we want!”

“I know I’m not the Leader. And I can’t stop you. But we can still preach their good word. They’ve taught us about forgiving our enemies-”

“Yeah, over petty things..not over inflicting a terrible plague unto us!” The other dissenter snarled, their red eyes glowing with hatred. “We suffered so much..I couldn’t keep food down for three. Whole. DAYS!! What if he does it again?! What he targets our elders?! Do you not care about them?!!”

“I care very much!” Your voice was starting to tremble, but you stood your ground. “J-Just leave me alone. The Lamb will not tolerate this--oof!!” 

You were roughly shoved to the ground, the dissenter above you scowling.

“What do they care? We’re just disposable to them..things to throw away once we stop being useful! So what if something bad happens to you..or Kallamar?”

With wide eyes, you stared at the pair, before gritting your teeth. “You’re liars. Lamb approves of us, so why don’t you?!”

“Because falling in love with a bishop is taboo!! It should be considered heresy!” The dissenter who pushed you grabbed a rock. “He’s a heretic, and so are you...and heretics deserve to be stoned.”

Now you were utterly terrified as you tried shuffling away. “P-Please..don’t do this..”

“We show no mercy to heretics here-!”

“S-STOP THAT AT ONCE!!!”

Surprised, the pair looked to see a furious Kallamar standing there. His eyes were pitch black, save for his cross-shaped pupils that glowed bright.

Yet they only laughed and decided that he would be the first to get stoned, and they chucked the rock at him-

Only to see a black skeletal hand emerge from his robe and catch it, followed by another hand...and then two more. The stone was crushed into bits as he stalked towards the duo, before grabbing them both by the throats.

“I don’t care if you think of me as your enemy still. You can push me around all you desire..but if you dare a hand or stone on my beloved again, I’ll cast an illness upon you so horrible that you’ll BEG for death to come take you!! UNDERSTOOD?!!”

Realizing they completely underestimated his power, the dissenters nodded. Their eyes almost instantly turned back to normal as he dropped them, watching them run away in tears.

Kallamar smiled in triumph, though upon seeing you he gasped and ran over to help you up. “Are you okay? They didn’t touch you, did they?”

“No, I’m fine..thank you, Kall.” You smiled and kissed his cheek. “My heroic squid still has some of his powers, it seems.”

Bashful, he looked at his skeletal arms, turning them back into his normal ones as he laughed nervously. “Y-Yeah, haha..I wouldn’t call myself a “hero”. I was just..returning the favor after all those times you helped me.”

Only a few moments later, Lamb returned to the cult looking worried. They knew who dissented and arrived to resolve the problem, but they were just working twice as hard on their tasks.

Upon reading their minds, they learned what happened and went over to you and Kallamar. “Did you..stop them from dissenting through fear?”

“I-I did.” The ex-bishop admitted. “They were going to hurt [y/n] and..I-I stepped in. I didn’t mean to scare them that badly-”

“No, no..it’s okay, Kallamar. It’s honestly a headache trying to re-educate some of them. So sometimes fear will do the trick. Thank you.” With a light smile, they blessed him and went on their way.

“C’mon. I’m starving.” You tugged on his hand, while he nodded in agreement and followed Lamb to the cooking fire.

For once, he was glad he could protect you.

[marsdenlee]

A MEMORY: THEY'RE NOT EVEN LISTENING Synopsis: Mars, age 22 and living in a 1 bedroom apartment in the North Side of Chicago, tells his wife that he's quitting ballet. Soundtrack: Inside Voices by Too Close To Touch (tw argument, tw alcohol mention, tw implied assault, tw non-consensual acts)

"I did it. I can't believe I did it," he let out, half a laugh bubbling within his throat and escaping in a breath. His wife sat at the kitchen counter with a glass of red wine in one hand and her laptop open in the other. She often drank while studying, claimed it helped her focus and made her feel more mature, manifesting the lifestyle that she wanted where she was older in a nice house and reviewing legal notes for her actual case load instead of pretend ones for her classes.

"Did what?" She asked, sipping her wine, setting it down carefully so the glass didn't clink too loudly against the faux granite countertop. She couldn't help but start to mirror his smile, it had been a while since she'd seen it that big, the last few days and even weeks he'd been so serious, focusing on his interview and performance for the new ballet company he had been applying for. "Did you get in?" Anticipated excitement rising.

Mars blinked, "Well. Yes, but--"

"That's great, honey!" She cheered and stood up, moving around the kitchen counter island to grab him a wine glass from the cabinet, "We should celebrate!"

"No," Mars stepped forward, stopped her hands from opening the cabinet doors and held them within his own, long slender fingers decorated only by a silver wedding band on his left hand, "No, that's not it. I quit," and he smiled, broad and wide as if it was something to be proud of but she didn't understand and her brows furrowed.

"What do you mean you quit? You just said you got in?"

Mars squeezed her hands, "I did but I'm done. I don't want to do it anymore. I told you I was thinking about quitting and I did it. Starting tomorrow I'm a free man." Finally, finally, after years, he could be free and he waited, searching her face for a positive reaction but all she did was pull her hands out from his.

"I don't understand. I thought you wanted to work for this new company. I mean, why even apply if you weren't going to do it?" She questioned, confused and agitated. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened," he responded a bit too quickly, too defensively, body stiffening in response. "I told you already. Weren't you listening?" And he repeated it again though he'd told her countless times before though with a bit more ice and pent up malice in his tone, "I don't want to do ballet anymore."

She exhaled harshly, "Why not? Did something happen? Whatever it is you can just apologize--" Mars scoffed "--What?" She snapped at him.

"Why do you automatically assume it's something I did?" Mars questioned her sharply, moving around her to put some space between them but she followed.

"Because you've been so weird lately. Talking about quitting, saying you hate ballet when you love it. You've worked towards this your entire life and you're just going to let it all go to waste? Are you really going to be that petty that you'd purposefully ruin the rest of your life?"

"I'm not being petty," Mars replied, jaw tense, muscles flexing as he pulled open the fridge and peered inside though he wasn't looking at anything in particular and reached in on impulse to grab a beer can. "And I don't love ballet. I hate it," he slammed the door and cracked open the beer can, alcohol fizzing and foaming out the opening at the top, "I hate da fucking hours. I hate da fucking outfits. I hate da fucking wood floors and da goddamn mirror. Da stupid fucking mirror. If I never step foot into another studio again for da rest of my life I'd die happy." If he never saw his reflection again either he'd be even happier.

"What the fuck wrong with you?" She questioned, voice inevitably rising to match his volume.

"Da fuck is wrong with me?" He shouted her words back at her, anger rising like battery acid, sour at the back of his throat, throwing the beer can into the sink where it exploded in a spray of bitter alcohol, "Da fuck is wrong with you? Why can't you just fuckin' support me? Why isn't anyone listenin' to me? Why doesn't anyone fucking believe me when I say I'm done?" Everything coming out like a tidal wave, "I hate this. I hate myself. I'm fucking suffocating. How come when I say no it doesn't mean anythin'? Why ain't my no good enough? Why can't I say no? It's supposed to mean somethin' but it-- an' ya ain't listenin' to me. I keep sayin' I want to stop. I don't wanna do dis anymore, I don't--" his hands scrambled over his body, tearing off his jacket and throwing it across the room as sobs erupted out from somewhere deep within his belly, he'd shoved down his feelings for so many years and kept them locked up inside of a chest within himself but it was overflowing and the hinges were breaking, emotion leaking out from between the seams and into his daily life until now where it reached a point where it could no longer be contained and it all came rushing out and he was powerless and weak from fighting it that he could do nothing against the onslaught now but let it out not even capable of holding himself upright so he slumped to the floor, collapsing like all the air and life was sucked out from his body as his lungs and shoulders heaved with a tidal wave of unfelt feelings that now demanded to be felt.

His wife stood by, not knowing what to do. She'd never ever seen him break down like this before in their entire life of knowing each other, had never seen him cry this deeply. It was terrifying, watching someone she had always known to be her rock suddenly fall into pieces in front of her eyes, like he was shattering and all she felt capable of doing was to stand there and watch as the man she loved fell apart, unable to pick the pieces up and glue them back together. She tried but the movements felt awkwardly mechanical and without feeling, kneeling down to his level where she reached out, trying to wrap her arms around him but he flinched away from her touch.

"Don't touch me," he cried out in between whimpering sobs, "Don't touch me."

So she didn't and held her knees instead, fingers squeezing against bare skin, "I don't know what you want me to do," she said quietly and he couldn't answer her.

[starsandwriting]

Goddddddddd

[itsstrawberrymochi]

Kny characters dreaming that you cheated on them

(This was requested )

Warnings: None

Characters: Giyuu, Rengoku, and Sanemi

Giyuu

- Usually when you wake up Giyuu is always next to you with a small smile on his face telling you good morning, but today he left bed early and when you went over to the kitchen where he was, he had a frown on his face and didn’t bother to acknowledge you

- You two did your normal morning routine together but Giyuu was more quiet than usual which is saying A LOT

- Throughout the whole day he was looking at you but when you looked back he quickly looked away and tried to busy himself with something random

- And every time he did that you went up to him to try and get him to tell you what’s wrong but he quickly  shook his head and continued the task

- It was your last straw when you were engaged in simple conversation with Rengoku and Giyuu was in the corner burning holes through his head

- You excused yourself from Rengoku and dragged Giyuu into a private room arms crossed and glaring at him ready for an explanation

- Giyuu’s eyes went everywhere but to you, he knew weren’t going to let him leave until he told the truth so he did

- He told you how he had a dream you were cheating on with Rengoku

- As he was talking he really hopes you wouldn’t laugh at him, poor boy felt embarrassed about getting mad at something that happened in a dream

- When he was done telling you the truth he expected you to shout at him for his stupid reason to ignore you but instead you give him a hug and nuzzled your face into his chest while telling him it was just a dream and it’ll never come true

- He’s really happy he ended up telling you the truth and wants to stay in the room with you bit longer because all he wants to do now is hear how much you love him and will never leave him he’s a very insecure bby so he needs it

Rengoku

- You ever feel like somebody’s watching you?

- So you woke up from your slumber because for some reason you felt uncomfortable

- And as soon as you opened your eyes you were met with bright red and gold ones staring at you

- before you were able to regain full consciousness Kyōjurō straight up asked you if you would ever cheat on him

- Hearing that made you pop up with shock, you stared at him bewildered

- Kyōjurō took that as a “ why did you ask that?” and recites his entire dream to you

- When he finishes up the story he ends it with a “ do you still love me? 🥺 “

- You immediately pull him into your chest hugging him, you told him it was nothing more than a nightmare and you swore you would never do such a deed

- He apologizes for waking you up with his petty troubles but you told him you didn’t mind and his troubles aren’t petty which made him so happy

- You two spent an extra few minutes just bed cuddling because Kyōjurō is feeling extra clingy right now

Sanemi

- He’s going to give you the silent treatment and the stink eye all day

- Every time you try to ask what’s wrong he scoffs and walks away

- If he sees you with the person who you supposedly cheated on him with and you’re just talking with them

-

- He’s going up to you, throwing you over his shoulder all while threatening the person to stay away from you he then walks away with you over his shoulder, leaving the poor innocent person confused and scared

- While your being haled away you decided to ask him for the 100th time today what was wrong

- He finally told you about his dream and how mad it made him upset and jealous

- You bursted out laughing which was big mistake because mans let you go causing you to have a hard fall

- Once all the laughing was out of your system you went up to him and give him a thousand kisses on his face and assuring him you love him and you’ll never leave him

- After a couple of seconds the small cute pout that was on his face turns into a small cute smile with lightly tinted pink cheeks

- He tells you to stop with all the kissing and angrily walks away but deep down he’s so happy for your rest assuring

[c-is-for-circinate]

The story creates the story tells itself. That's it, that's what this is, it's the thing I always end up saying when Critical Role hits me right in the solar plexus, because stories are how we make sense of events after they've already happened. The story is not a thing in the moment it is created, it is a thing you can only know the shape of once it's over with, and then you look at it and you say, yes, of COURSE, it only ever could have been this from the first, couldn't it?

Seven miserable loners and outcasts and reckless illegitimate rebels meet in a tavern with no desire whatsoever for heroism. Their morals are quickfire and slapdash, casual and arbitrary, we'll help out these people, those people aren't our problem, we dislike those fucks over there. There is a war brewing and they want nothing to do with it. Fuck fame, fuck fortune, we'll keep to ourselves and play fast and loose with crime and take care of our own and maybe some lucky randoms we meet along the way. We'll fight and scrap and tussle amongst ourselves because none of us even entirely understand our own morals, let alone how to reconcile them with any of these other half-assed motherfuckers we apparently have to care about now.

They fuck up. One of their own dies.

They drown in rage and fury for just long enough, until they can stop gasping and growling for vengeance to take a breath. Then they run.

They run, because they do not care to stand and fight: not against evil or dragons or tyrant kings, not against their own grief. They flee the country. Nobody is chasing them, but they flee anyway, to avoid shackles, to avoid control, to avoid being set to anyone else's purpose, to avoid their own loss and their own sins. They run to the sea. (They find danger, and shackles, and control, and somebody else's purpose there again. The world is full of shackles and those who would wield them.)

They grieve. They avoid their grief. They sanctify their fallen comrade. They do not aim to be anything, this ragtag group of miserable loners and outcasts. The only thing they know themselves to be is each other's. They do not know themselves at all, but this grief, this loss--they know it, at least, know it together, an iron band binding them all heart to heart. It is the first truth they have to hold on to, the thing that lets them see each other as the only thing that matters, the only thing that's really real.

They face down a cult and win, because the other option is shackles or death. They face a demigod and flee, again, again, again. Always they flee.

They flee towards home and home is burned. They have seen loss and they have seen death and it finds them no matter how they run away, so maybe it's time to change direction. Maybe it's time to run towards. It's still running, still half-mindless directionality, it's still familiar. They are not heroes, they are not somebodies, they have never wanted to be somebody. This group has never wanted to be anybody, not as a group, not when they're whole. They're nobodies, trying to take care of themselves, take care of their own, to grow past their grief that they pretend they're gone from now, mostly, most days, when they can. (Pretend it's not the grief that made them each other's in the first place, like none of the fighting and scrapping and scrabbling along beside one another ever had in the first place.)

They bulldoze and trip and stumble and run towards instead of away, for once, just this once, the very first time they've run towards a thing since that last time, the only time, when they temporarily lost three of their own and then broke themselves trying to chase them (trying to chase vengeance). Towards is so much more dangerous than away. Run towards something hard enough, you might actually find it. You might have to become somebody when you get there, instead of just not-being somebody else.

They're somebody now. This rag-tag, broken, mismatched knot of nobodies, not even mercenaries because they're too skittish to even really look for paid work, they're somebodies now, or so Someone Important says. It fits like an ill-tailored coat that they've been forced into without ever making a choice. Without ever realizing, entirely, how much they never made a choice. The world said congrats, you're heroes now, and these killers and thieves went, well, fuck.

And then they tried to be heroes anyway. Not because it fit, not because they knew what to do, but because the mess of them, the seven of them, barely knew who they were to begin with. If the world was shouting HEROES! YOU'RE HEROES! BE HEROES! at them this very loudly--then don't they have to wear the coat that's being given to them? Don't they have to be, have to find some way to become, the heroes they've tripped and stumbled into appearing?

They don't know themselves. All they've done so far is run from themselves--from parents and children and their own crimes, from chains and challenges, limits and labels. They only barely know who they're not. They couldn't know who they are. How do they know they aren't heroes? The one thing they know, the only thing they have, the only thing they've ever run towards, is each other. The one thing they know for absolute sure and certain that defines and binds them is that steel band of grief, that first loss, the thing that broke and forged them to begin with.

So they look for answers in their grief, in what they've lost, because if it's the first true thing about them as a group, them as a whole, then it must be able to tell them who they have to be now. They sanctify their fallen, twist meaning and moral out of conversational confrontational casualness, make a mission statement out of leave every place better than you found it. They forget who he was, petty and venal and mortal and flawed. (They try to convince themselves that they don't have to be petty and venal and mortal and flawed.) They cling to what he meant.

And they fail. God, looking back on it all, with the shape of the story and the shape it's become, is it any wonder they failed? Petty and venal and moral and flawed, these rough-edged rabble-rousers, not even mercenaries because they don't even know how to take orders besides their own. Trying to be heroes. Trying to stop a war, because that's their job, right? It has to be. That's the shape of the coat they're trying to wear, that's the shape of leave every place better than you found it, that's the thing they crashed straight into while they were running, running, running the way they've always run, run, run. So they look for answers everywhere, because they have to have the answers to everything, and they scry and they spy and they play sides. They meet with queens. They turn to each other on the streets on the way out of the palace and ask in horror, "What did we just do?"

They run and they run and they trip and they fall and they unleash more evil than there was to start with. They lose one of their own, again. They sit in shattered shards, and what just happened? How could we have seen this coming? What did we just do?

They don't know themselves. They've been running from themselves, trying to run towards misty shapes they can't define in a too-big coat and too-small shoes, without any real practice in running towards to begin with. They don't know themselves, but they need to move forwards. They need to be whole again, the six, the seven (the eight, the nein). How can they do that if they don't know themselves?

And--finally, finally, they learn.

They learn. They throw a sword in a volcano and forge a sword anew. They rediscover their own mind, their own heart, covered in blood with each other's blood on their hands. They walk into their abusers' homes and then walk back out again alive and un-alone and unchained. They recover bodies. They recover families. They find themselves.

(And the selves they find are mortal and flawed, because they have always been mortal and flawed, because they are built to be mortal and flawed, because they are still the same misbegotten messes they have ever been. But they are stronger for having sought themselves out, for what they have found. They are the stronger for those threads of heroism they tried to, managed to keep.)

They stop a war, incidentally. In the end it's not even all that much due to them. They sit, nobodies on a ship in the middle of the ocean, and watch in silence. It chafes a little, not to be in the center of things, to be able to be the heroes it felt like the world told them they had to be. (It feels a little like relief.)

They find themselves. They find themselves, and they find another lost and broken man, miserable outcast loner, petty and venal and mortal and flawed. They only start to realize how they know themselves now when they see how much he doesn't.

(The peace treaty happens, happened, is/was/will be happening, because they tripped and trembled and tried their way into it, but in the end a thousand chess pieces moved to make it so, and it is signed on a boat where we do not even set foot. The culmination, the crowning glory, the true victory of that whole middle story, is a perfectly-dressed man in chains in the hold of a boat, admitting to his own sins. It is secret and it is individual, and it is the concrete proof above all proofs that our nobody unknowns are finally their own very-known selves. Because they were Essek, once--but know they know their own mirrors well enough to look at him and recognize that.)

They know so much, now, about who they are and who they are to become. They have looked at their pasts and, yes, flinched away, but they've seen, and they know, now, as much as they can handle. In the end, the one thing they don't know the true shape of, the one thing left to seek that must be sought, is of course (of course, of course) that very first thing they thought they knew to begin with. The one thing left to face is their grief. The one thing left to discover is what shaped it from the very start.

So they run, like they have always run. In amongst the snow it is the very distillation of running, towards and away, away and towards, chasing and fleeing and fleeing and chasing, are we in front or are they? It's every mistake they ever made all over again. It's every new lesson they've ever learned.

They don't ask any more, what's the right thing to do. They don't need to ask. They know, already, swift and sure and confident as they once stumbled and dodged. This is a thing that must be stopped. It is ours to stop it. Yes, it is a heavy, clumsy coat to wear, but it fits us out here in the snows where we're not trying to prove our heroism to anybody any more, for good or for evil. Yes, it weighs on our backs and tangles our legs, but it fits as well as any role we've ever tried to wear. It fits us more than it could ever fit anybody else. It's our role. It's our coat. It was forged of our choices, our pieces, our fights. It was forged of our grief.

Nobody else is here with us, to watch, to know. Just like when we were seven shiftless, aimless, worthless nobodies wandering through a circus tent on the way to nowhere (everywhere) else. There's us and the demon born from our grief, the demon who sprang up and died and is the only reason we any of us ever met. Just us, just the nine of us, three and three and three. The three who were dragged off in chains and gave us something to run towards, that very first time. The three who chased, and watched their companion fall, and faced their grief head on, and ran. And Lucien, and Caduceus, and Essek, beginning and middle and end: The man whose demise allowed us to come together, reborn from the loss that bound us. The man who found us and told us that grief is inevitable and passing, that we must continue with it, that we still had such a long way to go. The man who we found like a reflection in an aging mirror, reflecting our own progress back at us, showing us how far we've come and what we've learned how to be.

Of course it had to end this way. (There were so very many other ways it could have ended, once. Of course there were none at all.) Of course it would be nine and nine in the end. Of course it would be this final perfect marriage of heroism and anonymity, for this group that's finally figured out their selves, past and future and right-the-fuck-now, saviors and heroes and petty nobody fucks. Of course it would be this.

And of course, of course, of course it had to go like this. Of course, after everything, the first six of them would try to reverse that grief that forged and tied them. Of course they couldn't. Of course they couldn't, of course, of course--(and was it fate, that 1-in-20 chance, that 5% chance, that 1 on a die? was it fate like the dice are always fate in every game, rolling out poetry with every throw, because all the rolls that aren't quite poetic enough get forgotten?) Of course it was a 1, not some other number, not some sheepish failure of a 4. Of course the universe itself would speak to say no.

No, says the universe, that is not how this story goes--because the road is full of shattered shards, and our heroes only learned to be heroes by discovering how bloodily bad at it they were, by nearly causing the apocalypse before wrestling it back again. Of course the universe itself says that after all this time, after changing so far and discovering so much, this the inciting thing from the very beginning that bound this group in steel must not be changed. Of course, with all their pleas, the six people who knew him cannot bring him back.

Of course that's how the story would go. And of course there's Essek, the man who met this party so long after their throes of mourning that it had sunk into their bones and grown quiet before they ever knew him, who cannot accept this outcome. Of course it's Essek, who never met and has barely heard of this man, this grief--Essek who has not yet grown into the quiet acceptance of his own grief, who does not yet know his own mirror, who has only just barely begun to understand running to instead of from and still doesn't know the shape of what he might eventually choose to chase--who seethes in rage. Who cries about not fair.

Of course it's Caduceus who takes the inspiration of that anger, that grief, and changes it all. Of course it's Caduceus, who the group only even found out of their grief. (They tracked him down to beg to know if he could raise the dead in the first place. Do you remember? One, two, three, Caleb and Beau and Nott, finding him in his graveyard to beg him to help.) Of course it's Caduceus, created to serve and to heal and to make so, so very sure that everyone understood that death could be necessary and final. Of course it's Caduceus, who stood over Mollymauk's grave by the roadside and put a hand in the dirt and cast decompose, because what is dead should be allowed to stay that way until it grows into something else. Of course it is. Because Caduceus has learned his own shape by now, too--and it is still full of devotion, of dedication to the dead remaining dead, but it is steadfast and selfish sometimes too, forged in friendship, full enough of love to try, just this once.

Of course Caduceus gave the diamond but didn't try to perform the ritual, at first, at first. Of course he's spent so very long so very gently urging his friends to reconcile themselves to their loss, to letting their loved one sleep. Of course, in the end, in the very end, he weighed all his faith that once held so firm and final and without exceptions, with this grief before him, and found just this once, maybe, within it.

Of course when he tried, the man who lives to put things in the ground (to put Molly in the ground), even after the fates and the gods and the universe had spoken--when, just this once, against the will of the natural order and the universe and the power of destiny, he asked, just once, for the path of things to reverse--of course. Of course he was the voice that needed to speak for the story to listen.

Of course Molly would end the campaign. Of course this had to be the finale of it all. Of course this ritual--not this fight, not this mission, not even this apocalypse, but this ritual, this resurrection--must be the end of things. Of course it's the end of the story. You can't go any farther than this.

There can never be nine of us. It won't be ironic any more. But irony, after all, is just a way of running from sincerity, sometimes running away from sincerity so hard and fast you crash back into it from the other side. Like running from being a person, from being that person, from letting things matter, from mattering. Like running so far and fast from being found that eventually you have no choice but to find yourself. Irony's a shield against having to know the truth.

There's nine of them. It's not ironic. It's perfect, but it's not ironic. It's just the truth. They know who they are, now. Not who they were running away from being. Not who they tried to be for the sake of anyone else. Who they always are. Always were.

This story could have been a hundred thousand different things, when it started. Of course it was always fated to end with nine.

[xoxo-teddybear]

You Did This To Us - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, gore, implied sexual activity, infidelity, alcohol abuse, marijuana use, I’m just here to rip y’all hearts out, MDNI

Summary: It was a horrible battle against raging villains and he watched you, his loving wife of 6 years, get pierced right in front of him. It was traumatizing. Your days in the hospital sent him into depression, causing him to make the worst decisions of his life. Decisions he’s regretted the second he’s made them and decisions he’ll forever regret because of what it cost him.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

He warned you not to come. No that’s not the right word. He begged you to sit your ass down at home where you would be safe. But of course, you were never that kind of hero. You could never sit on the sidelines and watch others fight a battle you knew you could at least try to help in. So with a heavy heart, he reluctantly allowed you to come. His first regret.

Because as the battle died down and victory was in sight, his world was thrown into chaos once more. The villains were down. The wind was settling. The dust was clearing. Katsuki could see you struggling to stand due to exhaustion but saw your smile nonetheless. He gave a breath of relief as he still saw you and jogged over to you. As he did, you noticed him coming your way and your smile only grew. Until it suddenly dropped, along with his own. Out of nowhere, a sharp, metal staff flew threw the air and pierced you right in the stomach. The sight was nauseating as Katsuki covered his mouth, truly shocked. He watched you in horror as you trembled before falling to the ground.

Katsuki looked behind him to find the attacker and saw some stupid, weak ass, good for nothing villain use the last of his power just to cause you harm. Then the world began to shake. No, that wasn’t it. Katsuki was violently trembling as he looked towards the bastard on the ground. Despite him being knocked out cold, that didn’t stop Dynamight from rushing over to him, grabbing him by the neck and blasting him. No one was around. No one would see. His job was safe. He could do this and have no repercussions whatsoever, so why not?

After the petty villain’s death, Katsuk used every ounce of strength in him to run to your body that had blood trickling down the side of your lips. “Y/N!”

You turned your head the best you could to find your husband sobbing his eyes out as he picked you up into his lap. He cradled your head and gently tapped your face, trying to keep you conscious. “Hey! Hey, you’re gonna be okay, alright?! You’re gonna be okay baby I promise.”

“Suki..I’m tired.” You whispered out in a weak voice. Hearing your words stabbed him through the chest.

“I-..I know baby. I know you’re tired. But- but you can’t go to sleep okay? Don’t go to sleep. You have to stay awake- stay alive! Okay?” He pleaded with you. He called out for a medic once he saw the flashing red and blue lights near the scene and held onto your body. He looked to you and saw your eyes becoming null and dense before firing back up again. You were falling in and out of consciousness. You were a fighter and you were trying to stay alive. It made him choke out a sad laugh. “You’re gonna make it, Teddy Bear, I swear.”

“….if I don’t make it-“

“You will, you idiot, don’t say shit like that!”

“But if I don’t…just- Ah-….just know I love you, Suki.”

Katsuki kissed your forehead before hugging you close. “I know, Y/N. I love you too. More than anyone, and more than you’ll ever fucking know.”

He noticed a small smile reach your lips before the medics came. Katsuki was quick to stand with you in his arms, careful and aware of the metal still pierced within you. He handed you off to the professionals who handled you with extra care. They brought you into the ambulance with Katsuki trying to follow in before being stopped.

“The fuck-“

“Dynamight, we can’t allow you to go in.” One said.

“And why the fuck not?! That’s my wife in there!” Katsuki shouted as he pointed to you.

“I understand, but her condition is severe. We can’t have anyone taking up space as we take care of her on her way to the hospital.” He explained.

“Taking up space?! Do you even know who you’re-“

“Sir, please. Let me do my job, let me save your wife’s life.” With that, Katsuki finally nodded in silence as he allowed the medic’s words to echo in his head. “Can you meet us at the hospital?”

Once again, a silent nod. With that, the medic was off and back to your seemingly lifeless body. Katsuki watched as he lead the team and perfectly directed them. He was sure that until you got to the hospital, you were in good hands. That was one guy he could surprisingly trust. He didn’t know him very well or at all for that matter, but he has Dynamight’s trust. Now Katsuki just had to head home and clean himself up before finding you again. Screw getting checked up. He knew his body. He knew he was damn well fucking fine.

—

As Katsuki opened the door to his house in a rush, he was quick to take a shower just to wash off the dirt and blood. He quickly hopped out and changed into some clothes before looking for his car keys. He found them at his nightstand along with the framed pictures of you and him. One on your wedding night and one celebrating your 3rd anniversary as a married couple. As Katsuki quickly looked through he pictures he smiled with a tear falling down his cheek. He looked around the room and took in all the pictures of you both that decorated your walls and tables.

You both were together since junior high. You were together for 10 years and despite being at the young ages of 23 and 22, he still decided to pop the big questions and propose. You said yes. It was one of the happiest days of his life, next to getting you to be his girlfriend, and meeting you in general. Forget the hero work, he’d trade it all if it meant he got to stay with you. You were always involved when it came to his happiest points in life. And now you were fighting for your life at the hospital. So with that, Bakugou wiped his tears and ran to his car, urgently trying to meet you at the building.

As he pulled up and parked, he pushed passed all the paparazzi and fans that surrounded the entrance due to news of you being there. You can assume how bad it got when everyone took notice of another pro-hero, and that pro being Dynamight no less, showing up. Despite all that, Bakugou forced his way in and made it to the front desk, demanding to know where you were. The poor lady at the desk had to deal with this explosive bomb, only to anger him even more by asking for his ID.

“Are you a fucking idiot?! Look at me! I’m Bakugou fucking Katsuki?! The number one pro fucking hero?!” He screamed at the poor girl.

“I’m- I’m sorry sir! It’s just protocol. H/N is a pro-hero, this is just what has to be done.” She shakily let out. Bakugou grunted before slamming his ID and Hero license onto the table. The lady nodded before handing him a piece of paper that had directions to your room.

Bakugou snatched it and gave her a scowl before running to look for you. Finally making it to one of the highest floors and down the longest hallways, he finally reached your door with 2 doctors already standing out in front of it. Bakugou tried to get through but they stopped him from entering.

“What?! What fucking now?!” He shouted as he stepped back to keep their hands off of him.

“Sir, they’re taking care of your wife just fine, but you have to wait here.” One of the docs demanded. With that, an argument bursted out between the pro and the doctors. The booming voices shook the building until a familiar voice was heard from behind the blonde.

“Dynamight, your wife’s in good care. I made sure my own wife was to be her head doctor.” Bakugou turned around to find the medic that stopped him from going into your ambulance there.

“It’s you.” He spoke aloud. The medic smiled before bowing.

“Daisuke Ena,” the medic said before standing back up straight. “Please trust me when I say your wife will be fine.”

“…and why should I?” Bakugou said after thinking for a minute.

“My wife is the one taking care of her. She is one of the best, if not the best, doctor in the prefecture. That’s not a biased opinion by the way, you can look her up. Daisuke Ami. I ensured it was her who was to see to your wife.” Daisuke said with a calm smile. After looking towards your hospital room, Katsuki turned back to the medic and nodded silently like he did before. But this time, he added a small ‘thank you.’

—

6 hours. Katsuki sat in one of the seats in front of your hospital room for 6 fucking hours only for them to tell him they cannot allow you visitors. You were in an unstable condition and so they sent Katsuki home. The news was heart wrenching. You always ran through Katsuki’s mind 24/7. He couldn’t stop it. But now, these thoughts were no longer happy and innocent, consisting of ‘damn, I miss her,’ and ‘I wonder what my girl’s doing right now.’ Instead they consisted of ‘Is she gonna be okay,’ and ‘she’s gonna come home, right?’ but most of all ‘I can’t lose her.’

Luckily for Katsuki, he became familiar with medical staff, Daisuke Ena, and was lucky enough to get his number. Daisuke gave him updates on Y/N. Usually, they weren’t so great but the hero appreciated the messages. The text didn’t help in uplifting Katsuki’s spirits though. If anything, they made them worse. In the beginning, Katsuki had hope that you would turn out okay.

But then a week passed.

And then another.

And then two more and before he knew it, you had already been in there for a month. This was the longest month of Katsuki’s life. It sucks to say but in the 13 years that you both have been together, he’s hasn’t done much alone outside of hero work. And even then, he would be lucky enough to work with you. It was always you and him together. Dates? Duh. Grocery shopping? Always you and him. Going for a walk? Why not? He loves spending as much time as he could with you. He loves you. But he hadn’t realize how dependent he became on your presence. In a way, you being gone drove him mad. He knew where you were. You were in the hospital. He could drive her there and see you right now!

No he can’t.

Because he would go and you would be stuck in bed, unconscious and hooked to machines, in a room, behind a door that Katsuki can’t get by. Seeing you isn’t the same as holding you. Speaking to you isn’t the same as conversing with you. There’s no reciprocation from your end. Being around your near lifeless body could only do so much. And so after two more weeks without you went by, Katsuki fell into a depression.

And that sucks because a few days after Katsuki’s depression began, it was okay for him to see you. But you hadn’t woken up yet. He didn’t think he would be able to be near you and your practically dead body. The fact that you were alive didn’t stick to him. He can’t see your beautiful E/C eyes, he can’t hear your honey-like voice..there’s no way you’re alive. The back of his mind still had hope. He knew you were stable. He knew you were gonna be okay..hopefully..but, you weren’t waking up. You were basically dead. Dead, dead, dead. And the more he thought about it, the more realistic the idea came to be.

So he didn’t visit you anymore..something else he’ll come to regret, and because he didn’t visit, he grew mad. Throwing away his life and succumbing to the tempting taste of alcohol. Any he could get. From the cheapest beers in cans to the finest liquors sold from top shelf. In the beginning, it was..controlled, but then he showed up to hero work completely wasted. Kirishima saved his job and forced Katsuki to take a break until he becomes stable again. This only gave Katsuki free time to do whatever the hell he wanted. And what did he want to do? He wanted to become lost.

Lost in alcohol, lost in weed, lost in everything. Lost because he doesn’t have you. Everyday he would spend it drinking and smoking, constantly being cross faded and surprising all his friends when he remained alive after all the substance abuse. Wake up, drink, get ready, drink, sit in the living room, smoke, cry over you, smoke and drink, eat and drink, go to sleep after a smoke sesh, cry over you once more. Eventually, Katsuki had cried so much, the only thing keeping him together was the fact that he had all these pictures of the two of you. Pictures of your smiles, you giving him a kiss, your dates, your accomplishments..he has all these pictures..but none of them would ever be as good as the real you.

Seeing his friend going down this road, Kirishima couldn’t help but try to do everything he could to fix his friend. No matter how many times Katsuki pushed him away, the red head kept going back. And none of his attempts to help his friend worked. Until…

—

“What now, Shitty Hair?” Bakugou groaned as he opened his door and squinted at the bright day light. He doesn’t remember that last time he’s seen the sun.

“I know you’ve been in a slump-“

“Slump? That’s what you call this? I lost the love of my life, Kirishima. This isn’t a fucking slump.” Bakugou said a little louder this time.

“She’s not gone, Bakugou.” Kirishima said trying to reassure his friend.

“But she’s not here either,” the blonde said as he chewed on his lip. “…look, whatever it is you want from me, I can’t give you. Not until Y/N is back at home, here, with me, safe and alive.”

“I know you feel that way man, but you can’t keep living like this. It’s not good for you. You at least need to get out of your house.” Kirishima said with his hand on the door as Bakugou tried to shut it. The blonde narrowed his eyes at his best friend before Kirishima spoke up again. “We can go wherever you wanna go and do whatever you wanna do, you just gotta get out of this house. Please.”

As Katsuki thought about it, he took a deep sigh before speaking. “Tonight at Hiro’s?”

“Dude, you wanna go to a bar-“

“It’s a club. Better than a bar, better drinks.” Bakugou corrected.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna hit the gym or maybe go to an actual restaurant or something?” Kirishima said, trying to steer his friend clear of alcohol.

“If you want me out of my house, then we go where I wanna go. No exceptions.” Bakugou said with a stern voice. Kirishima thought about it and sighed before giving in.

“Fine. But first, you gotta clean yourself up.” The red head said. The blonde nodded before going to shut his door, only to be interrupted by his friend once again. “With a little help from your best buds.”

As Kiri pushed the door open even more, Kaminari and Sero showed their faces that held kind smiles that only made Katsuki seethe. “No fucking way. This isn’t some girl’s trip and we aren’t doing makeovers.”

“Nobody said anything about a makeover, we’re just gonna help clean ya’ up Kacchan!” Denki smiled.

“I’m a grown man, I don’t need help cleaning up.” Bakugou said with a growl.

“Tell that to your stubble, messy hair, eye bags, and stench.” Sero began. “Seriously man, you smell like liquor and weed. You’re lucky you got that caramel thing going on to save you…barely.”

Before he knew it, his friends had pushed him into his house and quickly directed him to the bathroom. They did a full treatment. Forced him into the shower and made him soak in a tub of scented soaps and bath additions as they cleaned his house. Once they were done they had picked out a clean outfit for him before working on his face. They shaved his stubble, cleaned up his cut, put some eye cream on his bags, gave him some breath spray and changed out a few of his piercings. The full treatment. And when they showed Bakugou the new old him, he couldn’t deny he felt a little better. At least, before they stepped into his room again and he saw a few pictures of you. That’s when the slump in his shoulder returned.

Seeing this, his friends were quick to take him out of the house and head to Hiro’s. Walking in, they sat at the bar, ordered some food and a few drinks, and did whatever they could to keep Bakugou’s mind off of you. And for most of the night, it worked! Bakugou was laughing again, smiling, being his old self. But that’s when Denki decided to risk it.

“We doing shots or what?” The electric blonde asked. Kirishima gave him a look as he spoke.

“Uh, let’s go light on the liquor tonight. We don’t need shots to have a good time, right?” Kirishima said. Bakugou looked at him and chuckled.

“It’s nice of you to look out for me, Shitty hair, but I got this. Trust me.” Bakugou said with a small smile.

“I don’t know, man.” Kirishima said with a pout.

“Don’t be a pussy, Kirishima.” Kaminari smirked. That’s when all of Kiri’s friends, even Bakugou, began to egg him on. Of course, he gave in. Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? Bakugou gets drunk? He’s already been drunk before, nothing too crazy could happen, right?

Wrong. Shots were being downed and the 4 friends were losing themselves. The music was blasting, the lights were blinding, and the friends were…everywhere! Kirishima was probably puking his guts out in the bathroom, Sero and Kaminari were drunk on the dance floor, leaving Bakugou drunk at the bar by himself. Bad idea. The poor blonde was looking at his phone going through pictures of you and him together. He already missed you like crazy when he was sober, now that he’s drunk, that missing has hit full throttle. And then he caught the eye of a snake.

She walked up to the pro-hero with full confidence as she took a seat next to him. “Dynamight.”

Bakugou looked up from his phone with a scowl and blush from the alcohol. “Do I fucking know you?”

“No but-“

“Then get lost.” He said and downed another sip of his whiskey. The woman smirked at his crude behavior.

“Feisty. I like that about you, you know. Always playing hard to get.” She said with a seductive tone.

“I’m not playing hard to get, I’m playing impossible to get because I’m married,” he said and showed his wedding ring. “Happily.”

“You don’t seem too happy right now mister hero. My name’s Leiko..and if you want..I could help take away your troubles.” She offered with a smile as she leaned forward, making sure to expose a little more cleavage than necessary.

“My wife is better than just some quick fuck, so no thanks.” Bakugou said, still not taking his eyes off her, trying to scare her away with a glare that unfortunately she only smirked at.

“Who said I was trying to fuck? Why don’t you talk to me? Vent. Rant. It won’t get your mind off of your wife but it will help clear your head.” She said.

“And why the hell do you think I’m having issues with my wife?!” He asked with a tense voice.

“I walked over here and you were staring down at pictures of her on your phone. Miss H/N is beautiful. You’re a very lucky man.” Leiko said, playing the role of a snake perfectly.

“…I am..” Bakugou agreed before swallowing a gulp. “I’m Uh…I’m not having issues with her or anything. And we’re not fighting either. She’s just..been in the hospital recovering from a battle..I just miss her…”

He didn’t know whether it was the alcohol or if Leiko was just that good at pretending to be nice or both, but for whatever reason she made it easy to clear his mind. She listened well, never putting any input in. She let him speak freely and only spoke up when he looked at her in expectance to. In the moment..she was being a good friend. She allowed him to vent all he wanted about you, about how much he missed you and loves you. And by the end of the night, Katsuki could feel his chest feel a little lighter.

They didn’t sleep together but Leiko left an impression on his drunk self for sure. Maybe even him as a person. He’d remember her as ‘that one nice lady from the club.’ But that was until a few days later when she reached out to him on social media. Leiko was a perfect snake. Knowing exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it. They spoke for some time online, casual conversations. Most times, it was Leiko asking about you and if you were okay. This went on for some time until their conversations changed. Leiko casually threw in a little flirt every now and then, Katsuki saw and held no reply for it, but didn’t stop her from doing so. Leiko seemed like a good friend. A good way to air out his emotions and issues. So despite her pushy and flirtatious nature, he kept her around. Solely as a friend.

Soon enough, Leiko offered to meet in person once more. At the same club they first met in. ‘Why not?’ Katsuki thought. He had nothing else to do. And so he went. Then he went again. And again. And again. The two became ‘friends’ and Katsuki even brought her back into your shared home where they shared even more drinks. Eventually, the use of marijuana came into play and now the two were cross faded. At least one of them was. Leiko was smart and sneaky. She took less drinks, didn’t inhale the smoke, and basically remained sober. She was in complete control, unlike the blonde hero who sat on the couch beside her. He was now upset and hurt as he thought about you.

“I-..I just miss her so damn much..it fucking hurts at this point.” He said with a whimper in his voice. Being so vulnerable, Leiko took her chance and slid in.

“Well..there’s always one way to take your mind off of harsh things like this.” She softly said with a hand in his lap. She leaned in and Bakugou made no move to stop her and allowed her to continue. She pressed his lips against his and despite it not being reciprocated the first time, she still pushed with it. Katsuki didn’t enjoy it all that much or at all. It was different, it was new, it wasn’t you. It didn’t feel like home. Her lips weren’t soft, they weren’t as plump, they didn’t have the same sweet and addicting taste you did but in a way..Katsuki felt it was what he needed. Her kiss wasn’t like yours. In fact, it was the complete opposite and he hated it. But it didn’t resemble you. When Leiko kissed him, it didn’t remind him of you, and that’s what he thought he needed. So despite not liking the kiss, when she pulled away, he pulled her back. Eventually the kiss grew more intense until it was brought to the bedroom where their night continued in a more sinful manner.

That morning, Katsuki made Leiko leave, angered at what she tricked him into and ashamed of his betrayal. How could he do that to you?! His love of over a decade! When Leiko was gone, Katsuki allowed himself to break down his walls and cry. He cried so hard that morning, more than he’s ever cried before. That morning made him realize his third regret.

Leiko and Katsuki never spoke again..until some days later when Katsuki allowed himself to become extremely drunk once more. He fell into his obsessive thoughts of you and felt the pain come again. Wanting to erase the hurt, he reached out to Leiko and asked her to come over and distract him again. He needed to feel something that wasn’t you. And so Leiko happily went over that night. And a few more nights because Katsuki felt the pain again for a few more nights. As Leiko kept going, she noticed the house loss more and more touches of you. Katsuki flipped his pictures of you in his bedroom so that they wouldn’t see his nights of betrayal and he moved his clothes out of your shared closet so he wouldn’t be reminded and hit with your addicting scent that lingered on your clothes. Leiko smiled, feeling like a victor as Katsuki slept beside her in your bed on your side. The two would have quite a surprise in the morning.

—

Katsuki was awake and was still feeling the shame. He didn’t like sleeping around with Leiko but he liked the way it distracted him from his painful thoughts of you. Every morning after a night spent with her was the same. The two would wake up, she would put on one of his shirts despite his protests and get ready in his bathroom as he sat in the living room downstairs. But this morning had a little surprise twist.

As Katsuki sat in the living room with his head down, the doorbell rung. Growling in annoyance at one of his friends’ presence, he reluctantly went to open the door with a sour mood. “WHAT?!”

“Umm, excuse me. Who the fuck do you think you are talking to your wife like that?” You asked with attitude. As Katsuki adjusted his eyes to the light and his ears caught the sound of his favorite song, his eyes widened and his smile rose.

“Y-Y/N?” He asked in complete shock. He saw you alive, healthy, smiling, looking naturally beautiful right in front of him.

“Missed me, Suki?” You asked with a giggle. Bakugou pushed the door open to pull you in for the tightest hug as he lifted you off the ground.

“YOU’RE BACK!” He cried out. He held you tight and shut the door with his foot as he dropped onto the couch with you on top of him. He held you close to him as he cried into your neck. “You’re really back! Fuck- I missed you so much Y/N! I fucking love you- I’ve been a mess without you..shit!”

His tears were everlasting as they fell from his ruby eyes that you missed so much. You smiled as you wiped them away with your thumbs and the soft touch he’s craved and missed so much. You pecked his nose to calm him down as you allowed your hands to get lost in his blonde hair. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here, Suki. I’m back.”

Katsuki still held tears in his eyes and was shaking in happiness as you remained oh so close, giving him the warmth he needed after so many months. “Tell me you love me, Y/N.”

“I love you Bakugou Katsuki.” You happily said. Your husband teared up once more, so happy he was able to hear those words from you again, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. A kiss that brought him back to life. He took in your scent and the way you tasted illegally sweet. He let his hands roam your body in a loving way until they found way into your soft H/C locks, trying to bring your head closer to his despite your lips already being in contact. You pulled away with him chasing after your lips, needing to push him back a little to allow yourself to breath. “Relax Suki.”

He scoffed at that. “Relax? I just got you back, you’re not calling the shots today princess, that’s all me.”

You both have a little laugh as you tucked in to cuddle for a small time. He missed this. This is what he needed. This is what he’s been dying for. To have you back in his arms, alive, healthy, and present. He needed this for so long and now that he has it, he feels whole again. After spending some cuddle minutes on the couch, you rose up in need for a glass of water. As you tried to walk away, Katsuki tugged on your arm to try and bring you back to him, only to have you calm him down. “I’m just getting some water, Suki.”

He reluctantly let you go, allowing himself to smile like an idiot, glad to be around you again. As you searched for a glass in the cabin, that’s when Bakugou detected the sound of someone turning the shower off. And that’s when his eyes popped. His betrayal to you. The multiple times he betrayed your love and literal proof of it standing in his shared home with you. That’s when he began to silently panic. You were gonna find out. You were gonna find out he had been acting like a sleeze behind your back and you were gonna be pissed. Heartbroken. Downright furious and you had every right to be, but Katsuki wouldn’t allow it. He knew once you found out, you would leave again. But you can’t leave! He just got you back! You’re not allowed to leave when you finally came back to him. He’s finally happy again because you’re back! You can’t leave now!

“Hey, Baby, don’t you wanna see your friends?” Katsuki asked as he walked over to you. You had finished your glass and placed it down on the island when your husband came over asking an absurd question.

“Suki, they were all there when I left the hospital. They were the ones who bought me these new clothes. Aren’t they cute?” You asked with the smile he loved oh so much.

“Uh- yeah, yeah they look amazing on you Teddy Bear. Umm..if they were all with you, why didn’t they tell me you were coming back home?” He asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his went right to home on your waist.

“I wanted to surprise you!” You giggled. “How’d I do?”

“Really fucking good, you little dumbass. But why don’t we get some fresh air? Yeah?” He said as he tried pulling you to the door.

“What why? I was just out there.” You said as you stopped in your tracks. “Besides, I heard you didn’t visit me much in the hospital ya’ big meanie. I wanna spend as much time with you as I can.”

“I was gone because I couldn’t stand to see you like that, baby.” He said with a whimper.

“Yeah I figured. Which is why I’m not too mad, but you still gotta make it up to me with cuddles, so let’s go!” You said and tried pulling him in the direction of your bedroom but he planted his feet into the ground.

“We can still spend time together outside the house, Teddy Bear,” Katsuki said enthusiastically, trying to keep you away from the room that for sure reeked of sex and held scattered clothes of his own and another woman’s.

“But I want to spend time at home with you,” you pouted. Bakugou felt his heart melt at the cute face you pulled and brought you closer to him.

“I know, I wanna spend time with you too but I’ve been in the house for so long, I think I need to get out of here.” The blonde said while being aware and on the lookout for Leiko.

“Well I’ve been out of the house for so long and I know I need to be in it. Besides, as your previously injured wife, what I say goes.” You said with sass and a smile. Katsuki laughed, loving your little attitude but still worried of what you may find out.

“Baby please, can we just go?” He begged as he held your soft hands in his.

“Why are you so adamant on leaving, Suki?” You asked

“That’s because he doesn’t want you to find out about me.”

Your body jumped at the sound of a new voice and you looked at Katsuki’s face, noticing it scrunching in fear, before you turned around to find another woman wearing nothing but Katsuki’s shirt. The same shirt you’ve worn a thousand times over. You could feel your heart clenching in pain but you stood your ground no less.

“Who are you?” You asked as you dropped your hands from your husband’s. You heard his little whine at the loss of your touch as he reached out to hold into your arm but you gently pushed him off.

“Y/N-“

“Oh come on, H/N. Don’t be in denial. I bet you already have an exact idea on who I am.” Leiko said with a smirk as she looked at you. You turned to your husband with raised brows and a face of anger as you glared at him. You looked back at her and bit your lip before smiling.

“Were you in it for the long haul?” You asked Leiko, wondering if she really wanted Katsuki or if she was just getting pleasure out of this.

“Definitely not. I just came for a quick fuck every now and then. Wanted to get a feel of what it was like getting dicked down by a big shot pro-hero.” She said casually.

“Did you know he was married?” You asked.

“Yeah but he didn’t seem to care so neither did I.” She said. This made your blood boil a bit and you wanted to cry so damn bad, but you refused to allow your whore of a husband and this stranger to see you break. You huffed before smiling again.

“You can take your leave now.” You kindly said. Leiko looked at you in confusion.

“You’re not mad?” She asked. Katsuki had the same thought running through his mind as his heart raced at this conversation happening right here right now.

“Oh I’m furious. But am I really supposed to be mad at some stranger who’s content with being a home wrecker? ‘Cuz I feel like most of my anger should be directed to the man-whore behind me.” You said, never looking Katsuki’s way.

“Y/N, please-“

“I’m not speaking to you yet.” You said calmly, still not looking at him. You didn’t have to turn around to know there were tears in your husband’s eyes. Leiko smiled before standing a little taller.

“Well then, I’ll be taking my leave,” she said and took off the big shirt and throwing it onto the couch, leaving herself in her underwear. “Am I expected to be back for another visit?”

“You can come back as many times as Katsuki asks. As far as I’m concerned, he’s a single man again.” You said with a laugh.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Katsuki asked with a break in his voice. Leiko laughed too before nodding and walking back to the bedroom and gathering her things. You walked silently to sit on the couch with Katsuki following you. “Y/N, what the fuck do you mean I’m single. I’m still your husband!”

You remained silent as you looked at him with a sarcastic smile. You said nothing as you waited for Leiko to return. “Say something!”

Finally, Leiko walked down the stairs, fully dressed, and looked to you before taking her leave. You smiled at her before speaking. “So..I don’t want him anymore. Do you?”

“No I’m good. Anybody’s good for a fuck but I don’t date cheaters.” Leiko said with her hand on the knob.

“I’m not a fucking cheater!” Katsuki shouted at her as he had tears dripping down his face. She gave him a dry laugh before opening the door.

“Take a look around Bakugou. You’re not a cheater?” She asked before walking out and shutting the door, leaving the two of you in the broken home. Silence passed and all that could be heard was Katsuki’s shaky breath. You then stood up, gaining his attention, and tried walking to your bedroom before Katsuki stopped you by holding onto your arm. Tight.

“Where the fuck are you going, Y/N?” He asked as he cried angrily. You tried to shake him off of you to no avail.

“I’m leaving you fucking idiot. If you haven’t noticed, you cheated. You were disloyal. You allowed some stranger into our home, into our bed, just to get your dick wet.” You said with an angry but calm tone.

“She wasn’t a stranger.” Bakugou said trying to defend himself. You laughed and stepped to face him.

“Oh really? Tell me one damn thing you know about her.” You asked. As Katsuki thought about it..he really didn’t know anything about her. Fuck- he didn’t even know her family name. All he knew was that her name was Leiko. They were speaking for a month and in that entire month, Katsuki only ever talked about himself. She never gave up any information about herself. All she wanted to do was get to know Katsuki and get in his pants. She really was a stranger and he just tossed away his entire relationship for some whore. His silence gave you your answer. “That’s what I thought.”

You tried walking away again before he ran to stand in front of you. “Y/N! Please! Just listen, okay? I was depressed because you were gone!”

“And that’s your excuse for cheating on me?!” You shouted.

“No! But- but it hurt me to even think about you in that hospital bed! I couldn’t even face you without feeling like I was dying! And then that fucking snake came and she distracted me and kept my thoughts away from you. She kept the pain away. I know that that’s not excuse for what I did but please try to understand why I did it!” He begged as he cried.

“I will never understand! Because I could never do what you did! If you were in the hospital, close to death, I would’ve been by your side every second of every day! Yes I would’ve felt all the pain and depression you did but I wouldn’t want to distract myself from it! Because at least then I would be thinking about you, and worrying about you, and caring about you, and loving you because you’re my husband Katsuki! I wouldn’t ever want to not think about you!” You shouted in anger and hurt as you allowed a few tears to fall. This urged Katsuki to cup your face in his hands and wipe away your tears.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please, can we just move pass this? Please.” He said softly as he pressed his forehead to your own before you shoved him off.

“Get away from me!” You shouted, breaking his heart as he stumbled back. “After everything we’ve been through, you go and do this to me?! AFTER EVERYTHING?!”

“IM SORRY! PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE BACK WHAT I DID BUT YOU HAVE TO FORGIVE ME!” He shouted back.

“WHO THE FUCK SAYS I HAVE TO FORGIVE YOU, BAKUGOU?!” You said, emphasizing the use of his family name. The name that you also held.

“Don’t call me that, baby, please.” He whimpered.

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT BAKUGOU! WE’RE DONE!” You shouted and walked away to your room with him following you. He kept spewing apologies up until you opened the bedroom door. It was a horrible mess and the stench of sex filled the air. You covered your mouth and nose as tears pricked your eyes before walking in to open your closet, disappointed as you noticed all the pictures of you two were flipped to be hidden. When you opened the doors, you didn’t find your clothes. “Where the fuck is my stuff, Bakugou.”

“I’m not telling you because you’re not leaving me, Y/N!” He said as he tried to hug you from behind before you pushed him off again.

“I’m not staying here! Tell me where my stuff is so I can leave!” You demanded.

“Like hell I will! We haven’t even had a full talk about this! You can’t just leave!” He said. You watched as tears fell down his face which only made you even more angry. He was crying? He did this! This is all his fault! How can he be the one upset?! “Y/N please, I’ll get on my fucking knees and beg you to stay if it’s what it takes but you can’t go! We’ve been together for 13 years! 13! Even before UA-“

“And you threw all that away when you decided to sleep with someone else.” You said calmly. You walked out of the room in search for your clothes as he followed and continued to speak with sobs breaking apart his sentences.

“Y/N please! I- I can fix this! You don’t have to go! You can stay and we can be happy, just like we’ve always been! Just like we were a few minutes ago before that bitch walked in and ruined everything!” He cried making you turn around in a snap.

“She didn’t ruin anything Katsuki. When you allowed her to come into your life and into our home, that’s when you fucked up. You did this to us. You ruined everything.” You said before continuing your search.

“T-Tell me what you want Y/N! I’ll make it happen! I’ll do anything- I’ll give you the fucking world! As long as you stay!” He begged. You approached the guest room in silence and Bakugou grew frantic as he blocked you from going in. “Please- don’t.”

“All my stuff is in there, isn’t it?” You asked, already knowing the answer and only having it confirmed when he remained silent. “Get out of my way.”

Bakugou shook his head as he kept the door block as you tried to pry your way through. Growing frustrated, you used a small amount of your quirk to blast him through the door, having him groan in pain as he hit the floor and watched you find your clothes in the guest room closet. You began packing your things and Bakugou was quick to stand and take everything you put in your bag out. “Stop it!”

“No! You’re staying with me! You’re not leaving me Y/N- I won’t lose you again!” He said as he tossed your bag across the room. You watched it go and stood in disbelief at his childish antics.

“Heh, you know what? Whatever, keep all the clothes. Maybe you’ll gift it to the next girl you decide to bring back here.” You said with attitude.

“I’m not bringing anybody else through those doors! I ONLY WANT YOU Y/N!” He shouted.

“Doubtful. Keep it, burn it, regift it, I don’t care. With my salary I can buy myself a new wardrobe and a new apartment. Far. Away. From you.” You said and walked out of the room. As you tried to exit the house, Katsuki pulled you back into his arms as you struggled in his grip with your face smushed against his chest.

“Please! Please tell me what you want! I’ll do anything! I’ll buy you anything! We’ll do whatever you want- Y/N I’ll even quit my job! Just please don’t go! Please forgive me!” He cried before you harshly pushed him off to reveal your sobbing face.

“I WANT TO LEAVE! BECAUSE I DONT WANT THIS ANYMORE KATSUKI!” You shouted before wiping your eyes and bringing your voice down. “I wanted my husband there with me at the hospital! I wanted him to be the first face that I saw when I woke up! But you couldn’t even give me that! Instead, you were in our home in our bed with some random person you found wherever having sex with her despite the fact that you’re a married man! …I was in a fucking hospital fighting for my life and my husband was too busy cheating on me, trying not to think about me…..I want to leave Katsuki.”

“….I can’t let you do that Y/N…I’m sorry. But I can’t do this without you.” He cried as you listed all his shortcomings. “I’ll give you whatever-“

“I don’t want material things!” You shouted in exhaustion. “I wanted your loyalty and love!”

“And you have that!”

“We wouldn’t be in this situation if I did!” You said. “I’m leaving, Katsuki. And not you or anybody else in this fucking world is going to stop me. If you try and trap me here I will break down these walls myself and get out. If you force me to stay I will do whatever it takes to get away from you. I’m not staying with you. So we’re done. And we’re getting a divorce, whether you like it or not.”

As you walked to the door you could hear his heart breaking cries as you opened the exit. “Y/N please. I don’t want this, I waited months for you to come home to me…I need you.”

“When are you gonna realize Katsuki? This is your fault. You did this to us.”

And with that, you shut the door on the house, the home, the relationship, and him. And it was all his fault.

A/N: Y’all ima be writing a part 2 for this so stay tuned

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[zukump3]

i still get jealous ✧ hc

when they have a s/o as great at you, they can’t help but jealous at all the people that want a shot with you.

warnings: gn reader fluff, a lil bit of angst and some suggestive content

requested: mhm! hope u enjoy <33

he knew he shouldn’t have left you alone.

when you told him you were a bit hungry, he instantly went to get you two a snack from the pretzel shop just a few stores down in the mall you were in. he gets you your favorite, pretzel bites with cheese dip, and gets himself a little snack before paying and making his way back to the clothing store.

he stops in his tracks when he sees a guy talking to you, and his eyebrows furrow when you let out a laugh at something this dude randomly says. he isn’t recognizable to them at all. why are you laughing?

he automatically decides that he does not like the scene in front of him.

he practically marches over to stand next to you, handing you your pretzels while staring up at the random guy, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes big with annoyance.

“who’s this?” the guy asks. izuku’s blood boils.

“he’s-“ “i’m their boyfriend. who are you?” he doesn’t even try to hide his pettiness, not even a little bit. the guy raises an eyebrow and to prevent any problems, he leaves the store, not saying a word to you or izuku.

“you’re cute when you’re mad,” you tell him as you two walk out with cheese dip on your lips, and he blushes a little

here he is. your shy, flustered izuku. the one you know and love.

“i don’t like it when other people flirt with you,” he tells you earnestly, pouting. “don’t really wanna add another person to my hit list.”

“you know he wasn’t flirting, right? he was telling me how awesome you looked during your provisional exam. said it was the coolest shit ever.”

izuku’s mouth drops open.

your giggle immediately puts him back in a good mood.

too shy to even approach you or the guy

he’s so, so insecure

sure, he has his moments of confidence but

feeling overshadowed his entire life isn’t made better just by a few moments of him being confident.

he doesn’t really know what to do

he just stands there until you catch his eyes and beckon him over

the guy turns to meet his eyes too, and tamaki gulps, his face slowly turning red

he—he can’t. he can’t.

instead of entering the store with you, he turns to quickly walk away, his hands shoved in his pockets.

are you going to leave him? oh god, you’re gonna leave him, aren’t you—

“tama!”

hearing your voice as he walks has him slowing down, slowly turning around to see you running towards him. the guy is nowhere in sight

“tama,” you frowned once you catch up to him, your hand gripping onto his. his heart flutters. “why did you walk away? that dude wanted to tell you how much he liked your quirk—said he saw it on tv before!”

tamaki blinks.

“w-w-what?”

“yeah, he said it’s the “coolest shapeshifting shit” he’s ever seen. and even asked if you used your tentacles in bed—“ you giggled. “i had to laugh at that.”

“oh...” he sighs, closing his eyes in relief, before hugging you tightly and pressing his face in your neck.

“don’t leave me, y/n.”

you don’t exactly know why he’s saying that to you, but you don’t ask.

“never will, tamaki.”

what the fuck?

irritation completely takes over him as he makes his way into the store, suddenly shoving your pretzels and cheese against your chest

“having fun laughing with random guys huh? fine, eat your pretzels your damn self!”

he walks off, scoffing, shaking his head.

could you really not have waited for him to get back? someone just had to come up to you and you just had to give them attention?

ugh.

of course, you’re rushing behind your boom boy, and he knows it but doesn’t try to slow down at all

“bakugo!-“

“i don’t wanna hear it y/n.”

“bakugo!” you shout again, suddenly grabbing his head and turning the blonde around so he could meet your eyes. he’s glaring at you, and you stiffen.

“he was just complimenting your quirk, you stupid asshole!” you tell him, and his face completely falls. “god. he said he was too scared to come up to you directly so he just waited until you were gone, jeez!”

“tch.”

a slight grin appears on his face as he wraps his muscular arm around your shoulder, tugging you forward to walk.

“he was scared of me, huh? good.”

you roll your eyes.

another one that doesn’t wanna approach you at all

he trusts you completely

if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be dating you

and it’s not very manly to throw a fit in the middle of a clothing store

quite childish, actually

so he just leans on the glass of the store, eating his pretzels, waiting for you to get back

trying his best to act like he’s not jealous and push those feelings down

you come out a few minutes later—7, to be exact

yes, he was counting.

“had fun with your new buddy?” he asks you, smiling with those sharp teeth

you furrow your eyebrows at the passive aggressiveness in his tone

“huh?”

“your little friend,” he bites. “saw you in there laughing at him—he must’ve been reaaaal funny.”

“kiri.” you start, your lips slowly stretching into a smirk.

“are you...”

“jealous?”

“jealous?! aha. ahahahaha!” he fake laughs, quickly shaking his head. “no! i don’t get jealous. not manly at all.”

you roll your eyes as you grab your pretzels and his hand, huffing.

“i’ll have you know he only wanted to say thanks for saving his dad during that fight with that dude with the blades. you just weren’t in there, so he said it to me instead.”

kirishima smiles widely, squeezing your hand.

he knew he had nothing to worry about.

🥰

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Do accidently hitting their s/o in a fight but with blitzo

Blitzø accidentally hitting his S/O in a fight.

Fights with Blitzø were fairly common, happening at the very least, once a month.

To be fair, the fights were rarely anything serious. Usually they were just squabbles over something petty or stupid, the two of you never taking them very seriously, usually just fighting because you were both petty dumbasses and wanted something of an outlet.

Plus the make up sex was always amazing.

But once in a while, you'd have a serious fight.

The sort of fight that put the whole relationship on the edge.

They'd mostly come from him being an ass.

Now, most the time, you'd just play it off. Sure blitzø could be difficult, but he usually made up for it with his dumbass charm.

And usually that was enough, the way he could so effortlessly play something off managing to settle the issue, without settling it.

But sometimes... sometimes he was just, how should you put it.

So fucking frustrating.

Youd bring something important up, some issue with your relationship, and he'd blow it off telling you you were as close as could be, and nothing would change that.

And sometimes youd accpect that, but usually youd try again, and he'd blow it off, telling some stupid joke.

And so, after biting your tongue, youd wait, youd wait before bringing it up again. This time telling him it was serious and you needed to talk. And the asshol would just play it off... again.

And so, as any civilised person would, youd lose your shit.

Youd go off on him, telling him he didn't take the relationship seriously and you felt like he was treating it like some kind of fling.

Blitzø would naturally get just as angry, trying to defend himself, telling you he absolutely cared. Although you had the ticket stubs, and were more than happy to point out all the times he neglected your relationship... and you.

Your argument would get louder and louder, both of you trying to out shout each other.

Slowly the argument would build until you got personal, trying your best to cause the other as much pain as possible.

Blitzø would probably say something a little over the top, telling you you he wished he'd never met you.

And that... that really hurt.

Youd strike back, tears pricking your eyes as you pulled up his biggest, most deepest insecurity and jammed it in his face.

Upon saying it, Blitzø would act on animal instinct, arm shooting out an he'd strike you, right across the face.

Now the two of you would get physical on occasion, the two of you play wrestling for dominance after a squabble. But it was usually just mucking around, both of you immediately stopping at the slightest sign of causing the other any genuine pain.

But you never, ever actually struck each other.

Blitzø was paralysed, he drew in on himself, covering his mouth.

It was like all the sound was sucked out of the room.

Oh fuck, oh no, oh shit. What had he done. What the actual hell had he just done.

Youd turn away from him, bringing your hand to your now stinging cheek.

Blitzø would try to explain he hadn't meant to do it, it was a muscle movement, a knee jerk reaction.

He didn't mean to hit you, he would never hit you, it's just when you said what you said, something in him snapped and his body moved before he knew what was happening.

He'd try and get closer, emotion growing thick in his voice as he tried to tell you how sorry he was.

He'd reach out, trying to touch you, trying to get you to look at him.

If you flinched, or pulled away, Blitzø would break down further. He'd be in tears, pleading with you to believe him. He promised he didn't mean it, he'd never want to hurt you.

It would likely be a turning point in the relationship, the two of you of you slowly growing more distant.

Your relationship could recover, it all depending on how willing you were to forgive him.

If Millie or loona found out he hit you, they'd probably lose there shit, becoming super protective of you and likely kicking Blitzø's ass the next time they saw him.

If instead, you accepted his touch. Letting him pull you close, him telling you just how sorry he was.

He'd press you into his chest, all the while whispering how you were right and he was so sorry for being an asshole, he'd promise to take your problems more seriously.

He would hold you close the rest of the night, gently holding you as he whisped gentle apologies, telling you how much he loves you and would never, ever let that happen again.

After that, Blitzø would put your relationship above all, making you his top priority, spending as much time with you as possible all while making sure you knew just how much he loved you.