#or maybe somewhere deep down they did and thats why they were so terrified

[crplpunkklavier]

an aspect of aa4 that i really dont see talked about a lot is that kristoph had that forgery commissioned before phoenix was ever in the picture. he didnt have that page forged to disbar someone, he originally had it forged so he could use it in court and win the case. it wouldnt have worked, because zak had planned to disappear mid trial from the start, sure. but kristoph didnt know that. this implies that either kristoph thought klavier would just let him get away with forged evidence, or, more likely, that klavier just wouldnt pick up on it at all. and we talk about klaviers guilt a lot and all, but..... in between this and daryan thinking he could smuggle contraband into the country using klavier's guitar, how would it feel to know that everyone you loved thought youre stupid? that they werent just murderers, they were murderers who were banking on you either not noticing them or looking the other way? and how bittersweet must it feel to have proven them wrong. ive said it a lot: i think klavier is one of the smartest characters in all of ace attorney, and yet those closest to him didnt seem to know that about him at all.

[shyrose57]

Brothers anon, im gonna start combing the two separate submissions again cause its getting too short to have them separate I think?

1: His possession messed with memories Ranbob had before, so memories of school friends or playing with Ran were distant to erased. Though after Dreams possession it was also harder to make and keep memories. But thankfully as Ranbob was recovering from Dream and got futher away making memories came eaiser to him, though he'll never get back the memories he lost. 

3: Oh he would very quickly grow to regret his decision, but it would be funny. And Benjamin would later admit that while it was annoying and stressful, it was also fun and he was very happy to have his two families meet and generally get along. 

8: Everyone is just in shocked silence before Cletus just goes "YEAHHHHHHHHHH!" Oddly happy that Ranboo committed so much arson. Oh definitely, after all the outcasts of society where put there. Of course people would make such negative rumors about Mizu and treat the people as the scum of the earth. Though this also means, people don't know what happened in Mizu, and anyone who knows, view it in a more happy and a "Their finally gone" type of way, then viewing it as the tragedy it was. 

Spoons is a card game technically. A group of people sit in a group and everyone gets 4 cards, and you keep discarding at least 1 card of yours to the person on your left, who then does the same to their person on their left, the last person in the group puts a card into a discard pile. The goal is to get 4 of the same cards, and once someone gets 4 of the same cards, that person goes and grabs a spoon in a pile in front of them (let's say there's 5 players, theres only going to be 4 spoons cause there's always a spoon less than the people playing), once they grab one anyone can grab a spoon. And the person who doesn't get a spoon gets a S added to them, once Spoons is spelled the person gets out of the game, and a spoon gets removed to continue the game. Basically for flowers its played the exact same way but with flowers in the middle expect for spoons.

11: I just imagine Dream sulking in a corner as you yell at him and him going like "well I didn't know…" as he kicks a stone. And he wasnt sure what it was, but quickly jumped on the idea that maybe it was the fact that Ran was still alive somewhere, and that that's causing Ranbob to willingly let himself become weak and defy him. Causing Dream to become angrier at Ran and punish Ranbob harder. 

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3: During the brothers fight in the storm, and after everyone runs off to find Ranbob, Ran is left alone. And he decides to just wander off into the storm, not protecting himself from the rain so he does get burnt. The whole time he's lost deep in thought and isn't really paying attention. He continues to wander for a whole day unfollowed (because after the Gladiators and Fishermen came back to the cave after finding Ranbob they are in no rush to find Ran and decide to look for him after the storm passes, which takes a full day) and at some point Raq finds him wandering. Which Raq then uses Rans distraction to his advantage and attacks him. At first only really the gladiators where concerned when they found Ran gone. But once they found him blinded and terrified everyone felt awful and a looming sense of guilt. And everyone continued to feel that way, even after they got the antidote and Ran started to see again.

4: They would just leave Ranbob alone and check in on him every now and again. But generally let him deal with it himself. They'd feel guilty leaving him alone, but they also know that they can't really do anything for him as their not prepared or briefed on how to help him in this situation. 

10: Oh definitely, even with Ran blinded they would've been kicked out immediately for fighting, without even a second glance. Dont forget, Ran still cares for his brother. And maybe, losing his sight made him face the side of him that wanted to become family again with Ranbob, maybe it brought enough to light that he just can't ignore it anymore. Mostly only negative potions can be permanent, like posion, blinding, wither, and nausea (I know the last like 3/2 are effects but they've also found a way to make effects into potions.). You already know what a antidote for blindness would be. A antidote for wither would be, a ghast tear (actually a basic ingredient for almost every antidote), blaze powder, and glistening melon to make a overpowered healing potion. Antidote for posion would be ghast tear, swiftness (so it acts fast to get rid of the posion), and the 3rd ingredient depends on what kind of posion it  was (posion that has a side effect of constricting or filling the lungs with water? Pufferfish and Turtle shell for last ingredients. Posion that has weakness? Blaze powder, and glistening melon) And antidote for nausea would be ghast tear, and potion of slowness to allow the person to slowly feel better, so their nausea doesn't hit them all at once before disappearing, which can cause them to throw up or have side effects. 

13: Thats exactly what they did. 

14: Jackie will 100% attempt to fight God and no one can stop him. :) (to be honest im not sure yet, I know I want to do more with Raq and have the idea that maybe he could be the person that finds Dream and gets him out of Mizu, but that's pretty often used in stories and I want to try to think of something more unique. Maybe I'll have it so Raq actually manages to capture the brothers or at least one of them and uses them as blackmail?)

15: When Ranbob was a child and Ran was just a baby Ranbob would often take Ran out of his crib and take him to go watch the fish swim by. When Ran was old enough he'd follow Ranbob everywhere, even a few times he managed to sneak into Ranbobs class room and almost wasn't caught. Ran got extremely clingy one day and managed to gather his haunting all up into his arms and carried them around, even though he was obviously struggling. And Ranbob used to complain about his teachers and idiotic classmates whenever he got home, which is funny when you consider Ran was very impressiable at the time and Ran started mimicking Ranbob, leading to him cursing, much to Ranbobs dismay. 

And im curious, do you have any questions that I havent answered? Or do you have any ideas for anything? I'd love to hear whatever you have to say about anything honestly!

Course! I dont have much lore wise other than they go to Kelalen and when they hear Dream is still around they decide to stay back to help fight him. But the idea I have is that Karl is just kinda hanging with everyone I listed, talking about allies or treaties when his time traveling clock/watch starts to go off, and he panics, but sadly in his haste to stop it he makes it worse and it grabs everyone, where they end up in the future. After hours of confusion and explaining they calm down. When 2 days later they find the Gladiator and Fishermen group, at first Karl is strongly against going to then for help, but everyone basically ignores him and go to ask for help. Hours of explanation and proof giving later the GF (Gladiator and Fishermen, got tired of writing it out) group sadly tells them that they cant really help. Until Ran (who was previously gone searching the surrounding area and making sure it was safe) appears high up on a tree (cause I just can't get the image of Ran on a tree and looking comfortable and confident as hell out of my head), and says that maybe Kelalen can help, if not going to Foolish may be a good alternative. Isaac, and Grievous are extremely against going back (at this time a 2 months have past since they left Kelalen)n saying it could be dangerous but Ran just aboustely shoots them down, along with Watson and Jackie agreeing with Ran, and Karls group agreeing to it. They head off to Kelalen. And Jackie is extremely excited at the potential of going to see Foolish finally. And it'd probably be like a sub au where the brothers au is the main backbone for it but at a certain point it separates from the au and becomes its own.

1: Okay, ouch. Can you imagine if Ran brought one of those memories up, and just had Ranbob look confused, or horrified, depending on how quick he realizes what happened? How would Ran react to that realization, both before and after he forgives Ranbob?

3: If nothing else, everyone got some laughs from it-even Benjamin, once his friends were far, far away from his family and not able to teach them more chaos. 

8: Cletus, why are you so happy? Do you just enjoy knowing chaos existed back then? Are you an arsonist? What’s up with you? 

Also, wow. Not cool, other city people, that’s very mean.

Spoons sounds like it’s interesting, I might try it sometime. Did the group just have those cards on them? What other games did they have?

11: Good, put Dream back in the corner, I’m gonna be yelling more. Because, seriously dude? I know you probably exist solely out of spite, but c’mon. Admittedly, from a certain point of view, it could be considered amusing that your first thought was that Ranbob was making himself weaker out of defiance/spite but like. From a more responsible and mature viewpoint, that’s incredibly stupid, and I-just. Buddy, hate to tell you, but I’m pretty sure that’d just be a you thing. Besides you were in Ranbob’s head, didn’t he think Ran was dead? It doesn’t even make sense. Good lord, I’m half-tempted to get the broom and chase you around like you’re a particularly unruly barn cat. 

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3: First of all, that sounds really scary for Ran. Second of all, are we getting an overprotective arc?

4: Kind of sad, but understandable, they’re dealing with the situation as best they can.

10: Even if the group was provoked by the townspeople? Potions sound really cool, wish I could make those in real life, tbh.

13: W-what do you mean ‘that’s exactly what they did’? Anon, is your friend, like, a legit gremlin? I’m spooked. 

14: Foolish takes one look at Jackie, wearing a smile that exactly matched Tubbo’s when he was about to cause chaos, and immediately nopes out of that. He knows that face, and he will not be getting tangled into a fight with a goblin child today, no sir. I’m sure Jackie tries regardless though. (Also, that sounds like that goes horribly, do we get an overprotective ender-sibling, for whoever gets captured or used as blackmail, if that’s what you do?)

15: I love all of these so much, oh my gosh. Baby Ran seeing the fishes and following his big brother around. Poor Ranbob’s face when his baby brother cursed one day, Ran trying to carry all of his haunting. I’m in tears, honestly. 

Umm...I can’t think of anything right now, to be honest. If I ever do have a question or idea though, I’ll through it on the Brothers AU tag for you to check out, I guess. 

Oh, this sounds really cool. The part about them just ignoring their local time traveler when they’ve just time traveled particularly amuses me, as does Jackie wanting to see Foolish-I feel like Foolish may be a little more than terrified to see both Tubbo and Jackie back, honestly. Why was Ran willing to help them so much? What did they do to offer proof? How did Ranbob react once they proved who they were? How does all the group get along? Are they Ranboo’s haunting, and if so, if Ranboo gets close with his descendants, does he merge his hauntings with theirs? How does the time group feel about the Brothers fighting, and Ranbob’s possession?

[sammy-gvf]

We get along (for the most part)

Chapter 2 

OC X Lee Bodecker

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Warnings- a little angst and cursing. 

Plot- The local rebel badass girl and Lee Bodecker have had run ins, lets see how it goes, shall we?

Word count : 2,705

MINORS DNI! THIS STORY WILL EVENTUALLY GET 18+. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. I DO NOT FEEL LIKE GETTING IN TROUBLE FOR YOU BEING STUPID. THANKS. 

 CHAPTER ONE IS PINNED ON MY PROFILE!

Sunday morning.

Slowly, I woke from my slumber hoping that I slept through church. Unfortunately, the sound of footsteps coming towards my door tells me differently. Knocking at the door, I hear a quiet voice come through the crack of my door.

“Maggy, are you up? Mamas goin have a fit if you aint up for church.” 

That's my brother John, he is always there to wake me up on sundays. He enjoys going to church. I’m not really into it, i usually try to go back to sleep but my parents barely ever let me sleep through church, small town equals gossip. No matter what you do, someone is always talking about you. Sat the wrong way? Gossiped about. Sneezed during church? Gossiped about. Literally anything you do is talked about among the town residents. I was the talk of the town when I was in high school, everyone knew I was sneakin around with Arvin. No one  liked it obviously, bein called every name in the book. I didn't care clearly, it didn't bother me or Arvin. 

I groan and slowly get out of bed, stretching and looking out of my window. It's a beautiful sunny day in Knockemstiff, I never thought I would ever describe this run down town like that, it's quite beautiful here though. Open fields for miles, I could see why no one would want to leave. I mean in old age, you could just do anything with your land and live off it. 

Getting up, I feel my feet hit the cold wood floor of my room. Everyday, I hope I don't get a splinter from the floor so I wear slippers throughout the house. I head to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. My hair is disheveled and almost out of the bun that I had it in the night before, my eyebrows are out of place and the bags underneath my eyes are prominent. I sigh and splash some cold water on my warm face. I grab my toothbrush and go for it, spitting out the toothpaste and flashing my teeth in the mirror to make sure I didn't miss a spot. 

I heard my parents and brother moving around pretty quickly so I looked at the clock near my bed. It's 9:30 am, church starts in about 20 minutes and it takes 10 to get there. Quickly, I put my hair in a low bun, slapped on some powder and a plain lip color, a rose color to compliment my fair skin. Hopping around, I grab a plain flowy blue dress that goes up to about the middle of my thigh and a pair of white keds, quick and simple. 

I step out of my room and grab my clutch so I have something to hold while in church, I usually can't keep my hands still. I shut the door behind me and head out to the living room to see everyone quickly eating some toast off their plates in the kitchen, I hop over and steal a piece of toast and bacon off Johns plate and then we are out the door. 

Hopping in my dads truck, the ride there is quiet. We don't talk much in my family, only at dinner once and a while and sometimes when my father drinks. Which is only when he is done work on Fridays. I make sure I'm out of the house on fridays, he never stops talking when he is drinking. My parents and I have never been that close really, kind of an unspoken family thing. Mother stays quiet and does her motherly duties as us women are expected to do once we pop out a few puppies. I refuse to be like that. 

The ride to church is scenic,open fields for miles and so many animals to look at. I enjoy the breeze coming through my hair but I just wish it was from me driving my car out somewhere I have never been. Like maybe California, it's probably beautiful. I have never been to a beach, as a matter of fact I've never been out of Knockemstiff before. I envy everyone who leaves this place and never comes back. As soon as I can get out of here, I will. I swear on everything I love. 

The car stops and I get out, my feet hitting the dirt road below me. My keds are gonna need a cleaning after this. Stepping around the car, I separate from my family and hop around the back of the church to smoke a quick cig before I go through the church doors to act like I'm holy for 2 hours. 

Stepping to the left side of the church, I put my clutch on a bush and grabbed a cigarette from the pack stuffed in my bag. Quickly I light it and suck on it as quickly as I possibly can to just get a moment to myself. Looking out into the distance, I always forget that the cemetery is this close to the church. Graves for as far as the eyes can see. That distracted me to the point where I forgot how quick I was smoking and ended up inhaling too much smoke at one time, leading me to cough quite loud. I throw the cigarette on the floor below my foot and crush it quickly. 

I hear an oh so familiar voice in the distance as I finish my coughing fit. 

“ Ms. Lane, what a pleasure to see you on this fine sunday.” He says, walking towards me with his fingers hooked around the belt loops of his pants.

Same uniform everyday, never fails.

“Say, what are you doin here behind the church all by your lonesome? “ Lee says as he stands next to me, I can smell the tobacco and mint on him the same as I did last night. I look over at Lee with an exhausted look on my face from the coughing fit I just had.

Lee looks down at the ground and a grin forms on his face, sneaky bastard never misses a beat. 

“Ms.Lane-” Lee begins to say and I stop him

“Please, for the love of christ call me Maggy. I am not 16 anymore, Lee.” You say as you start to walk past him. He grabs your arm and stops you. 

“Maggy Lane, just know I know about your little reputation.” Lee says as he still has you by the arm, kind of digging his nails into your soft skin as you try to pull away a bit.

“As a matter of fact, I was there when you began your little shenanigans. Be careful of how you talk to your sheriff, little lady.” You look at him in disgust as he tries to intimidate you. 

“ Also, I told you those cigarettes was bad news, you're lucky I don't stop on over and talk to your pop about your little habit.” Lee says with a smirk on his face. You finally wiggle out of his grip, your arm dropping to your side with crescent shaped marks on your arm. You rub the spots where Lee's fingers were just digging into your upper arm.

Looking up at him, he tips his hat at you and starts to walk away. You spit on the ground near his feet and he turns around on his feet, quick. 

“ I hope you know you're a prick, Bodecker.” You spit out at him. 

Immediately, you are backed up against the wood boards of the church, both of Lee's arms on either side of your head. Your heart is racing and your breath is hitching. You're frozen. 

“Listen to me, you little bitch.” Lee inches closer to your face, your noses almost touching. You turn your head to the side hoping that he won't really notice but he grabs your face and holds it so you are looking him directly in the eyes.

“Your little mouth will get you in trouble, especially with me.” Your breath hitches as he gets closer. Your heart could explode. You were terrified. 

“ Lee, church is starting. We better get in there before we miss anything” A voice in the distance yells. 

 Instantly, Lee lets you go and strides back to the unknown voice. 

You stand there with a shocked look on your face, as if you had just seen the devil up close. You were frozen in your current position but as soon as people started going in the building you sank to your feet and sat there for a minute breathing heavily. You fixed yourself up and stood outside the door of the old church, taking a deep breath before going in and finding your seat next to your family. 

 Church dragged on and on, I felt like I was going to fall asleep. A screaming preacher, so many people in such a small space. Half way through, I got up to go to the bathroom and caught Lee staring at me and he gave me a small smirk. Creep.

Stepping into the bathroom, I look at my face in the mirror. It's still slightly red from where Lee had his disgusting hand around my chin. I pushed on the spot and it felt like it was going to bruise. 

“ Fuck” I whispered to myself as I turned my head side to side to look at the red around my lips and on my chin. This is for sure going to bruise. 

I splash some water on my face to refresh myself and then I step out of the bathroom to bump into something in front of me. 

“Shit, I am so sorry” You say as you back up into the oak door and look at the person in front of you. 

“ Oh, no worries hun.” the woman in front of you says. 

You look at her quickly as you step aside, sticking out your hand and you say “I don't think I have met you before, I’m Maggy Lane.” 

She sticks out her hand and shakes yours firmly, she is a very pretty woman with short brown curly hair. 

Thin and very well put together, can't be more than 25 years old. 

“ It’s very nice to meet you sweetheart, I’m Ruth Har- I mean Bodecker.” She says smiling as she pulls her hand back from the handshake and puts it back on her clutch bag. 

“You the sheriff's wife?” you say as you cock your head to the side questioningly. 

“Yes, I am.” she smiles, “ We've been married now for about a year, a very fine man he is.” She says as she steps aside to talk to you for a minute before she steps into the bathroom.

You were shocked, Lee actually was married? He was such an asshole, you didn't think anyone would want him. As you had said the previous night, you would tell his wife if he had called you another pet name but she looks so sweet. He doesn't deserve her. You had just said that assumin he even had a woman at home. 

“ Thats nice, say you ain't from around here, are ya?” You say in a little southern drawl, she aint from these parts. You can tell by the way she says certain words. 

“ No darlin, i'm from Tennessee.” she smiled “Met Lee out there while I was workin in a bar.” she blushed a bit.

“ Huh, well look at that.” you say as you cross your arms and lean against the doorframe of the bathroom. “ Lee does get out of town then.”

She chuckles and you look at the time, church is going to be over soon.

“ Well, it was very nice meeting you, Mrs.Bodecker.” You say as you turn your back and start walking towards the stairs to go back to the chapel area. 

“ You too, darlin.” She says waving at you. 

“ See you around” You say as you head back up the stairs. 

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Rookie |3|

Dabi x UA Traitor! reader

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WOW I finally posted??? 😦😦 Now that my school has been cancelled (thanks Corona!) I’ll finally be able to write a little more! 😋 I’m going to end this little series so I start working on other requests and fics I have ideas for

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Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3702

Warnings: cursing, Dabi being a WhOrE

Summary: Dabi has begun training you since your the newest rookie to enter the LOV, and things get a little heated.

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“Oh he didnt tell you?” Dabi smiled evilly, making your heart race. “We’re going out training tonight- just you and me.”

You internally screamed. What the hell Shigaraki?! He knew how much of a pervert Dabi secretly was- he didnt try that hard to hide it. SO why was Shigaraki trying to screw you over by placing you with this man you were slowly gaining reluctant feelings for?

“ Shigaraki thinks it would be a good idea for me to train you,” Dabi continued, hardly noticing the terror erupting inside you from being alone with him, “ since our quirks are similar. Help you feel out how to work alongside me once we put our plan into place.”

You simply nodded your head, trying to pretend you were cool and collected about learning this new information.

“Smart-alright, I’m in. I just need a place to change into my costume.”

“Oh, thats alright princess- I don't mind if ya do it right here. Matter of fact- I’d really love it if you do.”

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You and Dabi were standing in the middle of an empty field, the air around you warm and full of flaming embers, reds and blues mixing into purple in the night sky.

“Fix your form-your not focusing your power right.”

“Well maybe if somebody would stop dodging,” you panted out, your chest filling with slight annoyance,”I’d maybe- be able- to aim properly!”

You and Dabi had been doing this for quite a while, at least 30 minutes.

After that fateful day you had come to the LOV offering information for the Villian group, (particularly about Izuku Midoriya), in exchange for a place on the League, Shigaraki had been hesitant to let you join. But he had begun to realize you could be a good asset to the League of Villians after seeing how powerful your quirk could be. You had the look for a Villian: when you activated your powers, your body would turn a bright red, your eyes turning a deadly black color. Your powers were equally as interesting, as you could control fire on one side of your body while your other side was able to read the mind of anybody you touched. You went by “Demon”, and even though it annoyed Shigaraki to no end that you used a “stupid nickname”, he couldn’t avoid the fact that you could be good addition to the team. You were now training with Dabi under Shigaraki’s orders for your mission to invade UA at their summer camp, information you had generously given to Shigaraki as you were a student at the prestigious hero school.

“Or is it because your still flustered from changing into your suit?”

Dabi has moments ago given you your new Villian outfit, the feeling of the tight outfit restricting your breathing slightly with how heavy you were panting.

He grinned devilishly, making your already red cheeks redder. His icy blue flames came dangerously close to your skin, the scorching heat singing the tips of your hair.

“Watch it doll, we don’t want to be burning that pretty face of yours, do we?”

You threw him a dirty look, your chest heaving against the black material of your new suit. You were tired and overexerted, while Dabi stood there calmly, almost amused as sweat began to trickle down your fiery red skin: your quirk couldn’t last for long, no more than an hour at a time, and you could feel the power you had over it slowly diminish already. It took a lot for you to hold on to your altered form, which was something you had been working on at UA.

You shifted your feet, grounding yourself into the soft dirt. Even though Dabi was extremely attractive and a huge flirt, you wouldn’t allow him to make a fool out of you. You would use every last ounce of your power to make sure that he knew you were strong enough to fair against him.

“Well-“ you huffed out, “if somebody wasn’t trying to keep sneaking peeks like a perv-I wouldn’t have been all flustered in the first place!”

You threw a large fireball, the flames licking dangerously close to Dabi’s stomach, his torso swiveling a few seconds before it made an explosive impact. The flames hit a nearby tree, engulfing it in a ball of gray smoke as Dabi looked at you in shock.

“Guess I’m not the only one who needs to watch themselves, huh?” You snickered proudly at his dumbfounded expression.

Dabi shook his head, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. You were too damn persistent on one upping him-it was pretty cute. And that damn fireball was pretty powerful-he wouldn’t ever expect that much force to come from you. He watched as your face continued to hold that triumphant smile, even as your legs began to shake and your shoulders slumped from exhaustion. You were overexerting yourself, and he felt a part of him feel respect for you for putting up so much of a fight against him. He had to admit, as much as he was trying to play it off that he was in control, you were giving him a slight workout. They were obviously doing something right at UA, because a little newbie like you shouldn’t being fairing so well against an experienced Villain like him.

“You were lucky that time-I was distracted.” Dabi smirked again, letting his eyes travel up and down your body, allowing it to be blankly obvious that he was eyeing your form.

He was overly pleased with how your new Villain suit turned out- it was elegant, mysterious, and absolutely gorgeous on your figure. Not to mention that it hugged your body from head to toe. Dabi’s mouth was practically watering every time you did any type of maneuver that showed off your chest or your ass. Dabi’s mind was deep in the gutter, imagining what it would feel like to grab you. He loved to imagine how it would feel to coax sweet little moans out of you, to let his hands travel your body like he had wanted to do for so long.

Something about you made you irresistible to Dabi, as if you were this rare gem that had fallen into his life that he wanted so badly to be his.

“Distracted?” You panted, straightening your back as you tilted your head. “Or just looking somewhere your weren’t supposed to?”

Dabi shrugged, that proud smirk still plastered in his face. “Maybe a little bit of both.”

Your eyes looked down, your mouth biting the tender skin on the inside. Every Time he flirted with you, you got overly flustered-it was like Dabi had a hold of your precious feelings and he toyed with them like a hobby. You huffed out your breath, your lips in a slight pout. You wouldn’t let him get into your head-not that easy.

Dabi’s hand twitched, the image of your lips plumped out like that making his body go into overdrive. You had the most gorgeous face he had ever seen- with your lips moving all so prettily like that, he couldn’t help but just want to eat you up right then and there.

You let your feet leave the traction of the dirt, running quickly to charge him. Your body engulfed in flames, your hand and suit on your right side lighting up in a flurry of red and orange. The sweet night wind brushed against your skin, making the fire crackle and spit dangerously as you tried to land yet another hit.

Dabi dodged each one with ease, as if he had been anticipating each one. You grunted, swiveling your legs around in a crouch. You wanted so badly to prove it to him, to yourself, that you were worthy of a place in this team.

“Why are you trying so hard, Demon?” Dabi asked calmly, as if reading your mind. “Have something to prove?”

“No-“ you lied, wiping a bead of sweat off your forehead, “just feeling like kicking your ass a little.”

Dabi smirked, licking his bottom lip. God, why was your determination so goddamn hot to him?

He looked down at your body, noticing that your skin wasn’t a fiery red anymore- a few patches of your skin were turning into your original pigment, like paint being smeared off of skin. Dabi smirked-you were tired. How precious.

He quickly threw a blue flame your way, making you shriek as you dodged it.

“Dabi, what the hell-“ you yelled in shock.

Dabi swiftly grabbed your arm, now dangerously close to you now. His figure was towering over your smaller frame, his eyes scanning your body.

“You sure it’s just about beating me?” He interrogated in a low voice. You gulped, those icy blue eyes glaring into your soul, the warmth of his hand dangerously close to burning your skin.

“Or is it because of something else?

You stayed quiet-you couldn’t possibly tell him why you were trying so hard. You couldn’t even figure it out yourself. You knew you were so happy to be doing exactly what you knew you were capable of-but the past kept surfacing in your mind. The name calling, the fear, the suppression you faced because of how scary your quirk is-hell, your own family were terrified of you applying to UA because they didn’t want the world knowing who you truly were. They argued you to stay home, to go to a normal high school, not one meant for hero training.

“It’s safer,” you remembered your mother saying, “nobody will bother you if you don’t use your quirk.”

You knew they were just worried for you-your quirk did have many giving you strange stares once you activated it, some cringing out of terror. You were called names all the time, many of them unpleasant-everyone who knew of your quirk seemed to think you were a monster. And even if you did get someone who seemed more interested than scared than you, you’d always get the same remark-

“You’d make a very good Villian.”

“How’s UA doing? Having fun at your little Hero school?” Dabi broke through your thoughts, his low, silky voice sending a shiver down your spine as his grip tightened slightly.

“UA is….doing,” you shrugged, not wanting to gaze into those blue eyes. Everytime you looked into them, you seemed to lose all control over yourself.

You tried to use Dabi’s little small talk to get out of his intense hold, yanking your arm away with sudden force. Dabi seemed to anticipate your movements, as he quickly yanked your arm again, a quiet gasp slipping out your lips as he pushed your back painfully into his chest, immobilizing you.

“Just doing? Seems to me you're hiding something,” he snickered huskily into your ear, loving how flustered you became. Your heart was pacing, your legs shaking-the hold you had on your quirk was slipping as Dabi overpowered you. You shimmied harshly, only getting Dabi’s hold on you to be stronger.

“I think I know what’s going on-you want to prove your not a hero,” Dabi grinned devilishly, loving the feeling of your body against his, “You want to show your different from them. Why is that Demon?”

His voice was so calm and silky: he knew he was in control, and he was drinking up every second of it.

You huffed, a single strand of hair falling in your face. Those few words were sending your body into a frenzy, a sudden heat flooding your chest at those simple words. But even though Dabi was turning you into a flustered mess, unwanted Memories began to flood in your head:

You remembered Getting into UA and being put into Class 1B, the excitement and slight disappointment filling your body-your classmates crying in shock when you transformed for the first time, some shouting why you were even in one of the Hero courses if you looked so scary.

You remembered the way the teachers tried to cover you up, your hero suit completely covering your skin as if it wasn’t right for you to show off your quirk, at least just a little bit.

That whole school reeked of superstition and prejudice.

How foolish you were to think being a hero would gain you acceptance in society.

You grunted again, trying to get out of Dabi’s tight hold.

“Let’s just say,” you chided,

“I was a little demon thrust out of hell.

Because the Devil couldn’t cope with me.”

Dabi let those words sink in, absorbing each syllable you spoke.

He smiled, a chuckle rumbling out his chest, the vibration causing your back to shiver. He knew exactly what you were going through-you hated this world, this world that shut you out for being different.

“I’ve never heard truer words, dollface.”

Dabi let go of you, surprise flooding your body. You turned around, rubbing your arm, the skin beginning to turn back to your normal pigment.

Dabi stared down at your annoyed face, a soft smile unlike his usually seductive, lazy one gracing his bicolored lips.

He had never related to someone more, and it somehow being you made a strange sensation fill him. He still found you unbelievably attractive, the imprint of your body forever ingrained in his mind, making him wish you could stay close to him forever-but he now just wanted you for more than that. Something about you made him go crazy inside, this electric attraction he just couldn’t ignore.

You looked back at him, confusion plastered on your face-his smile was so much more...tranquil, blissful. He was looking at you with such adoration it made your heart palpitate and flutter with each passing beat.

“Why are you looking at me like that Dabi?” You smiled weakly, a blush creeping on your cheeks.

His slender fingers found themselves to the crook of your chin, raising it so he could see more of your beautiful face in the moonlight.

“Just wanted to see my little Demon a little better,” he grinned, that ever creeping blush making his insides go wild.

“What do you mean your-“ you began, but couldn’t finish as Dabi’s lips rammed themselves onto yours.

The kiss was anything but soft-it was rough, full of raw, unfulfilled emotions Dabi had been feeling for so long. His lips were strong, the scarred skin and metal prickling into your tender skin. But he was holding back-his wasn’t trying to overly touch you, which would surprised the hell out of you if you weren’t completely in shock.

You were tense, your brain going a million miles a minutes. He was kissing you? You knew he had some strange thing for you, he had made it panifully obvious, but you assumed it was a joke, a little game he liked to play- nothing serious that warranted this kind of desperate kiss. You were also terrified-doing this with Dabi muddled your plans-it created an emotional attachment you didn’t want.

You were scared of being rejected again like so many other times for being yourself.

But Dabi had accepted you, right? He was never phased by your transformation-in fact he seemed in awe with it. He didn’t treat you differently, or make you feel strange in your own skin-but then again, he was a Villian. He could be doing that to somehow get something of value out of you.

You felt your left hand itch, the hand that allowed you to look in other peoples minds-to see their deepest desires in that moment. Fear bubbled in you-this whole time you had been fighting with just your fire dominant hand from a far range. Your left hand scared you, it being the side that was harder to control for you. Who knew what you would see in Dabi’s mind? Were you ready to see whatever desires he wanted?

“Fuck it,” you thought blindly-you wanted to know, to get these confused emotions sorted out.

You tentatively kissed back, liking the roughness against you as you slide your shaking digits through his soft black hair.

An instant rush came over you, a blinding white light taking your vision whole.

Everything became hazy, the outer linings of your vision turning suddenly dark, gold flecks dancing across your eyes.

Your voice hitched, watching the blissful dream-like scene in front of you.

You were meet with another version of yourself, but instead, you were dressed in intricate black lingerie as you lounged on top of Dabi’s bare chest you both were sitting on a plush bed, your hips grinding into Dabi’s own. You were feverishly kissing his scarred neck as his hands traced every curve of your body hungrily, breathing moans of his name escaping out of you like a mantra. Both of you were so intense in your make out session, it was as if you two had never touched another person in your lives.

Before you could even process the scene, your sight instantly turned brighter as began to witness another desire.

You looked as you were again in something revealing, but not as sexual. This time, you were wearing a white shirt, it’s fabric loose around your body, it’s length stopping around your mid thigh. Something about that shirt was very recognizable: you craned your head for a better look, the unmistakable v-neck having to be Dabi’s own white shirt on your body. Your legs were tangled with his as you laid on his chest, the look on his face so blissful and sweet you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell.

Another and final blinding white light took over you, this time seeing something strange-it was an actual memory. It was the first time you and Dabi were alone together, you singing to one of your favorite songs as you were putting away papers for Shigaraki. Dabi has walked in on your little solo song session, you being too wrapped up in the lyrics to be that embarrassed. You had laughed as he rolled his eyes, expecting him to walk away like he did in real life.

But instead, he walked up to you, grabbing your hand, and twirling you around, bringing you gently close to his chest. He held you like that, your face a wreck as he chuckled. He had whispered something in your ear, making your eyes wide as he pulled you into a sweet kiss, the hazy lights quickly turning into black.

Your eyes shot open, all the images swarming into your head so quickly it made you feel dizzy. You instantly pulled away, feeling your chest begin to tighten as you stared at Dabi’s slightly confused face, that lazy smirk still on his lips.

“The hell was that?” he asked, malice gone from his voice as he looked at your now completely human form: it seemed like using your quirk sucked out any energy you had left.

“I-I,” yiu gulped, pushing a piece of hair away from your face, “I used my left side on you-I looked into your mind-“

“Huh.”

He looked towards the side, a thoughtful expression on his face. He didn’t really mind you looking in there-at least you knew how he felt towards you now. But the one thing that was concerning him was the last scene-he remembered that day, how he had found you so adorable, he just wanted to pick you up and never let you go. He wanted to tell you everything then and there-how attractive he found you, how you were so incredibly hot he couldn’t stand it, how he loved your personality and the way you got flustered-he loved every part of you, and wanted you to be his. But he didn’t-his emotions were too guarded. He didn’t want to be seen as weak, so he let that perfect moment go and he had been kicking himself in the ass for it ever since.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, swallowing thickly. He was too silent-you were terrified that he was angry with you for doing so intimate without his permission.

To your surprise, he smiled that mischievous grin that made your heart go crazy.

“No worries dollface,” he grinned, “I’m just happy we’re on the same page.”

“Now what I’m wondering,” he continued as he snaked a hand around your waist, pushing your body back into him, “is if you think the same about me?”

To your surprise, his voice wasn’t confident-he sounded almost nervous about your answer.

. “Maybe…,” You grinned, your voice shaking as you placed your hand again behind his head, “does this help?”

You then leaned your face, connecting your lips once again, feeling a delicious warmth fill your body. Dabi was this intense rush, with the harshness of his lips while his hands being so gentle, as if you were so delicate he could break you. His warmth was intoxicating, making you melt into his chest. You couldn’t breathe, the sensation and the smell of him turning your head into a fuzzy haze.

Finally, you were forced to part, both of your breaths a soft pant.

Dabi was in love with this-he desperately wanted to touch you more, to feel every part of you, but he knew he needed to take it slightly slow for you. Dabi knew he had to be a least a little patient-you were new to this lifestyle, this change in morales no matter how stubborn you were to say it. He didn’t want to overwhelm you- you had to walk before you ran. And right now, Dabi was surprised he was okay with this-you were intoxicating to be around, and just having a little intimacy was good enough for him.

“What were you telling me,” you asked in a daze, your feathery light voice making Dabi’s heart skip.

He cocked his head slightly in confusion, letting a hand rest on your hip.

“In the last scene,” you asked, “when you whispered-what did you say?”

He chuckled, that rumble in his chest making your chest tighten.

“I just wanted to know if you wanted to be mine,” he asked nonchalantly, as if it weren’t such a big deal.

“And what did I say?” You asked, your finger beginning to trace the outline of his collarbone.

His grip tightened on your hip, knowing full well you two were headed in dangerous territory if you kept up with touching him like that-you were making too damn hard to control himself.

“Yes,” he said through slightly gritted teeth, everything in him keeping from grabbing a handful of your ass.

“Huh-guess that little fantasy was right,” you smiled, bopping his nose delicately.

“What the hell?” His face instantly turned confused, a sweet laugh exploding out of your chest.

“Your so cute when you're startled,” you said between giggles, not noticing the way Dabi was looking at you with hunger in his eyes, his tongue licking his bottom lip.

“Ya know what would be even cuter?” He asked, his voice low and rough.

You hummed a response, your pretty eyes boring into his, making his stomach do a flip.

He grinned devilishly, knowing full well that what he was about to say would throw you for an unnecessary loop of emotions he had no remorse for doing.

“If we re-enacted that first little scene-think you’re up for some lingerie, dollface? Cause I know I am.”

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Thalassic

Dark Merman!Bucky Barnes X MermaidReader

Bucky Barnes AU!

Summary: You are a rare type of breed of meremaid that gets lost until you are found and taken to the king. Once confronted by Posidens trident that you were going to marry the king.

A/N: listen to Missio- Bottom of the deep blue sea. I was listening to it while typing this out.

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You were lost. Great. You swam a little off away from your lake and transformed your tail to human legs to explore. Without realising you wandered off too far and landed up at a beach. You thought maybe you could turn back and swim back to your lake. But no- here you were in the deep blue lost.

You were a Freshwater Mermaid, you lived around lakes that was surrounded by plants. You could heal plants and sea creatures around you. There aren’t much Freshwater Mermaids and if there were, they would be secluded in lakes and ponds. They don’t join the other mermaids such as deep sea mermaids or open oceans. They like being in their own nest of water and minding their own business.

And right now you were terrified and scared, and missing your lake, you continued to swim and maybe find another mermaid- asking them for help and navigation.

The sea looked beautiful, with colourful fishes wandering around. The sun reflected on the sea in the right way, making the natural light bloom. Your eyes continued to wander around until you saw a mermaid swimming away as fast as it can away from a shark. You quickly swam towards them and pushed the mermaid behind you and put your hand towards the shark producing sound waves to back the shark down. The shark did back down, but there was some garment on it- maybe the shark wanted the mermaid to take it off.

You examined the garment on the shark but only to see symbols. You turned around to see the mermaid shooing the seaweed off of her.

“You okay?” You asked.

“Yh, thanks for stopping the shark” the girl smiled.

“Why was it chasing you and it has some garment on it.” The girls eyes widened and was becoming nervous.

“I ran away, my husband took something from the Atlantic royal chambers to heal me. I didn’t know what was wrong with me but whatever he gave me it healed me. But the someone from the Atlantic realised and told the king. So they are trying to find me.” The girl looked nervous and scared down you took her hand for comfort.

“Hey it’s okay, you may have realised I’m a freshwater mermaid I got lost and trying to find my way back, maybe if you can help me I’ll help you and you can live with me in my lake.” Your kind offer was given back by the girls confused eyes.

“Your freshwater? And you produced those sound waves... don’t lie you can’t be a freshwater and do that” you just shrugged at her.

“I don’t really know myself but I am a freshwater-“ before you could finish your sentence the both of were attacked by other mermaids holding you both on a lock down. All you could see was the girl mouthing “sorry”.

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You were awoken by a shock. You gasped loudly and took deep breathes. You were in your human form, thank god your pale flowly dress was dry and covering your body. You slowly looked up seeing other mermaids in silk clothes whispering and looking at you. Damn open ocean mermaids. All of them stopped and stood when you heard someone come in. You looked forward towards the man, who now just sat down on the throne. 2 men besides him.

“State your name and business Mermaid” the ‘king’ asked.

“Y/n L/n I’m a freshwater mermaid who got lost and helped out another mermaid from nearly getting bitten.” You met his eyes, blue like the ocean. His hair cut short going well with his facial structure. He looked strong and powerful. He really does give his affect as king.

“That felon told us you were an usual mermaid giving out sound-waves for the shark, and from the energy your giving out, you heal and regenerate. So let me ask you again what type of mermaid are you?” He took the trident and pointed it towards you.

“As I said I only know that I am a freshwater mermaid, I don’t how I can do soundwaves and others” tears started to form in your eyes.

“I’m just a lost mermaid.” Your voice was soft and broken, the king kept his stoic structure and muttered something to the blonde man next to him which he nodded to.

You were quickly taken to somewhere else.

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Instead of cell, you were meet with a bedroom the walls decorated with blue and silver. You were drawn to the bookcase, looking through the books until landing to “Merfolk Anatomy” you took the book but quickly dropped it when the door slammed. Seriously people. You looked behind and saw the king. You gasped and took the book from the floor.

“I’m so sorry, I got carried away.” He walked towards you and took the book from you and placed it behind, he brought his hand back and pushed you hair back.

“You ever realised how beautiful you are y/n?” You were taken back by his question.

“I want to go back home.” You pushed away from him.

The king sighed, “I’m afraid not my flower.” You looked at him confused. “What do you mean? I have no purpose here so it’s better for me to go.”

“Well now you do, while I let my council figure what exactly you are, you are now going to be betrothed to me flower. When I realised the energy you were giving off and how beautiful you were I knew then that the both of us would be unstoppable and inseparable.” He gave you a soft kiss on the forehead.

“I should have a say in this, you can’t just take me like that, I know that your a king but that doesn’t give you the right to take me.” Yh he may be handsome and strong but he can’t just waltz in and take your life just like that.

“Heck I don’t even know you.”

“You can call me Bucky, and if thats what you want, until the time we get married we can get to know each other. I’ll even get you your own personal headquarters, after all your are my queen.” He smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“But I don’t want to be queen I want to go home.” Bucky rolled his eyes “but this is now your home, stop complaining.”

“Flower, I’m no ordinary king, I’m the king of the sea, I had Posidens god damn trident I think I can do pretty much whatever I want.” He took his trident in hand and stood over you. “You are going to marry me y/n, just think of the bright side doll I’m giving you all this jsut for you to be with me. Mermaids die to be in your position.” He chuckled.

“Then take them, not me because I’m not like them.” Buckys eyes turned stern, he gripped your waist even harder.

“Well I don’t care.” He took some handcuffs somewhere and handcuffed you and pushed you towards the bed.

“Sleep my flower you have a big day tomorrow.” He kissed your cheek.

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-So thank @sebs-daybreak for a merman au, but I was quite unsure about this but I still wrote it. I’m not gonna writing and posting as usual because I’m in my final year and I need to be focused on that.

-I’ll still post once in a while but if you do request anything I’ll try my best to reply and post.

-I hope you guys liked this and if you want more Bucky aus or Seb aus please say.

-Love Zu 💕

@sinner-as-saint @sebs-daybreak

[thebluenebula]

Had a hard time trying to figure out how to end this part for some reason. Overall I really enjoyed this part. I really tried to do this part right.

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Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4 (Part 2)

The New Bat: Day 4

(Part 1)

I got up about half eight, and went about my morning routine before heading down to the kitchen for breakfast. All the worry from yesterday had disappeared.

I walked in, and could see Alfred sitting at the table talking to Steph and the black haired girl. Jay was over by the stove cooking something.

"Morning." Steph excitedly said as she spotted me enter.

"Hey." I smiled to her.

"Good morning, Miss Ashleigh." Alfred stated as he stood up from his chair and walked over to Jay. "Master Jason, has eggs on if you'd like some."

"Plenty for everyone." Jay said, not looking away from the pan.

"Yes please." I eagerly said. I wonder if Jay's as good a cook as Alfred.

Steph gestured for me to come over to her. As a reached the table, Steph quickly introduced me to the other girl. "Ashleigh, this is Cass."

"Hello."

"Hey." Cass replied.

"She's a woman of few words." Steph explained. "Come on, sit." She gestured to the seat beside her. "You up to anything after breakfast?"

"No." I replied as I sat down.

"Well, me and Cass were wondering if you-"

"Actually," Jay interrupted her as he set down a plate of waffles and egg in front of each of us, and took a seat beside Cass. "I was wondering of I could rob you for a while today?"

"Uhh... why?" I looked at him curiously.

Jay glanced over to make sure Alfred was occupied. "I can't tell you right now but it'll be fun."

"What are you up to Jay?" Steph questioned him.

"None of your business, Blondie."

"Well I guess I could always ask Dick." Steph leaned back smugly with a smirk on her face.

Jason groaned. "Fifty dollars if you keep quiet."

"Jeez, that important. Deal." Steph quickly replied.

Jay looked to Cass. "And you?"

Cass took a moment to reply, teasing him, I think. "Deal." She eventually agreed.

Jay looked back to me. "So are you in?"

I looked to Steph. "What about your thing?"

She smiled and shrugged. "Our thing can wait."

I looked back to Jason. "Sure."

"Yes." He exclaimed excitedly. "Now eat up. We've got work to do."

I glance at Steph, she was scoffing down her waffles. "Should I be worried?"

She shrugged again as she swallowed. "Probably not."

Jay and I finished our waffles, they weren't quite Alfred quality but they were amazing, and stood up from the table. "Alright let's go."

"Ahem." Steph held out her hand.

Jay groaned again and handed the girls a handful of bills.

"Pleasure doing business." Steph said counting the bills.

We said our goodbyes to Alfred and left. We walked down the hall until we stopped outside a door. "Isn't this Bruce's office?"

"Yup." Jay peaked carefully into the room as to make sure no-one was inside, then gestured for me to follow him.

We stepped inside the room and and crept to the far side. "Are we supposed to be in here?"

"Nope, but it's the quickest way down to the cave." Jay knocked on an old grandfather clock and it slid aside to reveal two fire poles going down.

"We're going down to the Bat-cave?" I asked excitedly.

Jay smiled back at me. "Yup. Now have you ever slid down a pole?" I shook my head. "Just do as I do." He explained.

Jay grabbed firmly onto the pole and then wrapped his legs around it. I copied him and we both went sliding down. It felt like a long time before we reached the bottom. It was equal parts amazing and terrifying.

"Not so hard." Jay commented as our feet touched solid ground.

"Yeah, not so hard." I stepped off the pole. My legs were shaky but I immediately forgot about them as I looked around the Bat-cave. I had expected a lot of things from the Bat-cave, a dinosaur and giant penny were not one of them. "Wow."

Jay pulled a key out of pocket. "It's always amazing the first couple of times you come down here. Now follow me."

I followed Jay across the cave and looked around in amazement. I could see a huge computer, and a wide variety of advanced looking vehicles but we stopped beside a regular looking red muscle car. "Are we going somewhere?"

"Nope." He opened the trunk and pulled out a pair of dufflebags. "Grab that last one will yah?"

I grabbed the last bag and followed Jay. "So what's in these?"

"Guns." He replied bluntly.

"Huh" I exclaimed. Jay snickered. "So what are we doing exactly?"

"Well, long story short, Dick slapped me, as revenge I'm gonna show him pictures of you holding guns." Jay explained. "He'll have a fuckin heart attack when he sees them."

"So do I actually get to fire them." I wondered.

Jay grinned at me. "You can if you want. It'll be even better."

"Cool." I muttered to myself.

We walked through a set of doors into a firing range. This must be the one Dick was referring to. We set down the bags on a table, then Jay unzipped one and pulled out an AK.

"Does Bruce know you have her down here Jay?" A voice asked from behind us.

We turned and the red haired girl, Kate, was sitting on a table behind us, she was holding a large rifle. "Of course he does." Jay quickly replied.

"I don't believe you." Kate said, narrowing her eyes and setting down the rifle.

Jay shrugged. "I didn't think you would but it was worth a try."

Kate smiled at him. "So, what are you up to?"

"Well I was going to take pictures of Ashleigh holding guns to upset Dick."

Kate nodded. "That seems about right. We're you going to let her fire them?"

"If she wanted to."

Kate looked at me. "Do you want to?"

"Kinda. Yeah." I replied excitedly.

She gestured to the Jay and the AK. "Maybe start with something smaller."

Jay looked at the AK. "You make a good point." He set it down on the table and rummaged through the bag for a moment before pulling out a pistol. "Is this small enough?"

She nodded, then he handed it to me. "Heavy." I commented without thinking.

"Oh yeah," Jay responded. "And loud." He threw me a set of headphones then pulled out his phone. "Put that on and switch the safety off."

Kate walked over closer to us. "There's a little more to it than that Jay."

"I'm sure she fired a pistol before." Jay looked at me. "Right?"

"A couple times." I lied. I mean how hard could it be.

"See Kate, she'll be fine."

"If she isn't-" Kate began in a threatening voice.

"She will be." Jay insisted. "Go when your ready."

I flipped the safety off and fired a round. The kick was more then I expected and I stumbled back.

"You all right?" Kate asked quickly.

My hands were shaking a little. I was nervous. "Yep. Fine."

"Legs wider apart." Kate instructed. I did as she said. "Better."

I fired another shot. This time I didn't stumble as much.

"Dicks gonna freak." Jay said looking at the pictures he had just taken.

"Go on. Fire the rest off." I heard Kate shout encouragingly.

I fired off the rest of the magazine then set the gun down. Kate and Jay walked up beside me. "How do you feel?" Jason asked.

"Fine. Yeah." I was still a little shaky.

"Not bad for a beginner." Kate said looking at the target. All the shots had at least hit the target.

I smiled to her. "Thanks."

"Now do the AK." Jay shouted.

"You can't just give the kid an AK." Kate argued.

Jason held up the AK. "Why not?"

"Its a fucking AK, thats why."

Jay pouted. "Come on Auntie Kate, pleeease"

I giggled at him. Kate grinned. "Jay, I'm going to shoot you myself if you don't stop."

"Fiiine." He rolled his eyes and threw me a magazine. "Have another go with the pistol if you want."

Kate showed me how to load pistol then I started shooting. The shots were, for the most part, slightly closer to center than the last mag.

We must have spent a couple hours down there. Eventually Jay convinced Kate to let try a handful of different guns, all under her careful watch, of course.

"Nice shooting, kid." Jay commented. "Definitely improved from this morning."

"Thanks."

He took the rifle from me. "It's about time to pack it in, but we're definitely revisiting this."

"If she wants to." Kate commented from the back, she was sitting on a weapon crate.

"Of course she wants to." Jay shouted back, then turned to me. "You want to? Right?"

"Absolutely. This was awesome."

"You know, I think I'm going to like you." Jay said as he walked over to the table and began putting the guns back into the bags. Suddenly, his phone rang. He glanced at it. "Artemis." He muttered to himself. "Kate you mind packing these up. I gotta take this." Kate nodded and Jason ran out of the room. "Hey Artemis-"

Kate walked over to the table and picked up were Jay had left off. I figured now would be as good a time as any to ask her. "So Kate," I walked up beside her. "Dick said you wanted to talk to me."

Kate placed another rifle in the bag. "Yeah. I figured we'd talk later but now is good. If you want me to drop the topic just say."

"Okay." I said wearily.

"So Bruce and Dick asked me to talk to you about you figuring out your gender."

I flinched. "Oh."

"They figured I'd know more about it than any of the others. You want to talk about it? If not I can drop the topic."

"Sure. Let's talk." I agreed. I didn't want to talk about it but maybe she'd have some helpful advice.

"I'm no expert on the subject, just know whatever we talk about will stay between us."

"Okay. Yeah."

"So, explain to me how you feel."

I peeked at the door to make sure Jay didn't come back in then I took a deep breath in, then let it out. "I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. I just know I wasn't comfortable with... who I was. I started questioning my sexuality, around the beginning of secondary school. It took me a couple of years but I'm pretty sure I figured that one out." I smiled a little.

"And what are you?" Kate asked, packing another gun into the bag.

"Pan. At first I thought Bi, but then I learn about Pan online. It just seems like the right fit for me."

Kate nodded, zipping the bag closed. "Okay, and what happened after that?"

I took another deep breath. "Around sixteen I started thinking a lot about different genders. I started seeing lots about Trans people online. I was amazed, it hadn't even crossed my mind that you didn't have to be what you were told at birth, that you didn't even have to be Male or Female."

"Must have got you thinking."

"Yeah. I started looking into it more and more. I kept telling myself that I was a guy, that this stuff was just interesting to read, and then..."

"You realized it was something else." Kate finished my sentence.

"Yes. After about a year of trying to figure myself out, I couldn't. Eventually I spoke about it a little with a close friend of mine. She suggested we go out to some place public, where no-one knew me and, well, tried it. At first I tried just being a girl. The name Ashleigh, it felt right, so did the pronouns, but I just didn't... feel like a girl sometimes. It still didn't feel right."

"So that's when you decide you might be Non-binary?"

"Yes. It was about six months ago. Not long before... I met Bruce. I didn't tell him straight away. I didn't tell anyone, only that one friend." I could feel a lump forming in my throat. "We kept going out but this time I felt right a lot more."

"You felt like yourself."

"Yes." I smiled. "I chose my name, my gender, how I dressed, It felt amazing... but I still kept it secret from my friends and my family. I only was me in places no-one knew the old me."

"So why'd you tell Bruce?"

"I didn't. Well I did." I quickly corrected myself. "After the adoption went through, Bruce was helping me pack the things in my room, he was packing my clothes and found a couple of skirts and a dress. He asked about them and I answered. I didn't mean to say as much as I did but I started and didn't stop till it had all come out."

"How'd he react?"

"He encouraged me to be who I was and not who I was told to be. He offered that I could be introduced here as Ashleigh, instead of... my old name. I explained how i wasn't a hundred percent certain on anything, he promised that if I changed that no one would care as long as I was happy and true to myself."

"He's right. No one in this house will judge you for figuring yourself out. It doesn't matter if you change your gender, sexuality, name, pronouns, or anything else a thousand times, we're here for you, all of us, we'll support you. You decide who you are. No one else get a a say in that."

I smiled at her. "How do I know though? Somedays Non-Binary feels right, but some days it doesn't?"

"You'll figure it out. Sometimes you just gotta try something and if it doesn't feel right, try something different. You'll find what's right eventually."

"It just feels like I'm lying to other people, even myself sometimes."

"Your not. You're figuring yourself out, everyone's entitled to that."

"Thank you Kate."

"You okay with hugs?"

"Yeah."

She put her arms around me and pulled me in. It was nice. I felt warm, safe.

"Am I intruding on something." Jay asked from the door.

"Nope." Kate let me go, but kept her arm around my shoulder.

"Okay then." Jay threw a bag over his back and grabbed the other two. "I gotta go. I have to pick up Artemis and Bizarro." Jay said as he walked towards the door.

"Just know Ashleigh, if you ever need to talk, I'll listen. About this or anything else." She told me once Jay left the room.

I leaned slightly in to her. "Thank you."

I felt her hand ruffle my hair.

"We should head back up." Kate looked at her watch. "Dinner should be ready soon."

[glasyasbutch]

Based on this post. 

im gonna do what rebekah did and discuss the potential of oc /oc ships. However i have 10 of them on this blog and i will not be doing this 45 times so im limiting myself to active ocs only, which puts me at 16, which is still a lot but this blog is for me and im a slut for my own characters. (I tried to do it in the tags but tumblr cut me off cause its lesbophobic.) lets get crackin.

gildy/anyone: no. thats grandma. now this isn't to say that i won't ship gildy with anyone; i have before and will again; but it's got to be someone her own age which no other oc is close to (rip to that one npc who made magic ceramics in her first campaign that i was tryna date before the campaign fell apart)  Verdict: No Cradle Robbing

craving/tov: oh GOD it would go so bad . they both hate themselves so much and manifest it as a brusque aggressiveness they'd fucking attack each other within hours. even a one night stand might be pushing the limits of their patience. Verdict: Do Not Recommend

craving/ezra: i would LOVE to watch these two sit down and talk about philosophy; because they have genuinely the exact opposite takes on life. they both got dunked on and had someone important taken from them at a young age and craving said FUCK IT im gonna be mean since the world hates me and ezra said FUCK IT im gonna be nice and hope the world loves me back eventually. and it would be so fucking interesting to see them try and convince the other why they're right. however. should not date. Verdict: Bad Romantic Material

craving/nissy: this would go literally the exact same way as nissy and zier. like the ExACT same way. they'd find each other attractive at first; make it a few weeks or something; the sexiness would wear off and they'd find each other insufferable but Not want to break up because they're stubborn and also getting something out of dating the other one. (craving likes that nissy's rich and also his cool shadow guy; nissy likes that craving's all about 'fuck the system' and also maybe a teensy little bit is into the idea of getting a glasya pact too). if they were to meet nakoria in this universe they also would both fuck her and then not tell the other about it. Verdict: Hilarious But Unsustainable.

craving/ebbie: i literally can't even conceptualize this. i c. i can't. i think ebbie would be genuinely terrified of craving. Verdict: No.

craving/roona: Ohhhhhhhh YES baby. mischief squad in the fucking HOUSE. they would get along absolutely fantastically i think. No impulse control, so many crimes! neither of them would really be ones to try and make it work long term but they'd have a fucking AMAZING couple months together and part on good terms. Plus craving has a thing for short girls Verdict: Good Short Term Ship.

tov/ezra: other people would ship them because they have such similar vibes. but i dont think either of them necessarily would want to date for exactly that reason. now you might say but didnt tov fall in love with savra because they have similar backstories? yes BUT they're at very different points in their recovery. ezra and tov are too close. come back to it once both their campaigns are over and they might make a very sweet couple. Verdict: Slow Burn 250k Words

tov/nissy: i feel like tov would take one look at nissy and kind of just. leave. nissy would be into tov tho. he likes the rugged bad boy vibes. he'd think he was mysterious and handsome. and we know he seems to have a thing for sorcerers. Verdict: One Sided Crush

tov/ebbie: they'd get along Really well but it'd be more of a mentor/mentee dynamic. they both like to build things and want to find simple softness in the world but don't trust that they can have it. ebbie has a much more excited and babbly demeanor bc he's a Loud Anxious and tov is much more laid back and calmer because he’s a Quiet Anxious. tov would see him as a kid that’s probably gonna turn out ok, but i dont know if he’d really be able to tell that ebbie’s got some fucked up in there. ebbie would be way better at seeing through tov’s walls, and would follow him around almost like a lost dog bc tov like. Actually Gets Him and he wants to learn as much as he can and you know what if there’s a baby crush there, there’s a baby crush there. Verdict: I Hate To Say It But This One’s A Notice Me Senpai

tov/roona: roona would call tov a narc within 30 seconds of meeting him and any Possible feelings on his end would die instantly. Roona would be far more into teasing him than into him. It’d be a cute dynamic where they act like they can’t stand each other and insist that they’re not even friends but like when it comes down to it, they have a fairly good time together and will defend each other against anyone else trying to fuck with them. Bonus Points for them both being super gullible.  Verdict: Only I Get To Be Mean To Them

ezra/nissy: on paper, they’re both like trying to be heroic good guys and struggling a little bit, so they should get along. But like in practice. Oh my god. they couldn’t fucking STAND each other but they’d have to because they’re trying to do the same things more or less and like, Ezra is trying SO HARD to find selflessness in Nissy and Nissy is trying SO HARD to make Ezra care literally At All about himself, and anyone who interacts with them trying to adventure is kinda just like uh ...... you know i’ll just wait while you two work this out. Verdict: Buddy Cop Dynamic

ezra/ebbie: i really don’t have strong feelings about this one like, i think they’d get along fine. they’re both just kinda dudes trying to do good and they’d vibe with each other but they’re not quite as similar as ebbie and tov to have any kind of strong dynamic. it’s like when two bus drivers wave at each other while passing in the street and its like YAHOO for one second and then they’ve passed each other. Verdict: If You’re Into Bland Ships To Self Project On

ezra/roona: very good friendship dynamic here. ezra knows that there’s good in roona and is content to wait with her while it worms its way out, and roona is glad to have someone to check her and occasionally get talked into doing some stupid shit. ezra gets a new baby sister, roona gets a second vinny. Verdict: It’s Familiar But Not Too Familiar

nissy/ebbie: ajskdfjsdjfisdjfsakfdjfdsakljfisaodf sadfkdsajfasdjfasfsdfjsiof hsadfjsdfsahfsdfjsdoifhsdf Verdict: Hhsdfkjasdhiuf 

ebbie/roona: so. ebbie has had to deal with an unstable 11 year old before, and keep her out of trouble, and roona has had a vinny to pull her out of bad situations before, so they like. Half understand the dynamic between them. Ebbie’s too much of a pushover though, or Roona’s too little of one, and so instead of like being a voice of reason that actually stops the bad ideas ebbie’s more just getting dragged into situation after situation that he is NOT comfortable and having to smooth everything over when all’s said and done. and like, they still enjoy each other’s company when they’re not in deep shit. they both lean pretty heavily towards same gender rather than not, so like they probably wouldn’t be into each other, but there’s a slight chance.   Verdict: Disney Channel Original Movie Protagonist + Scared Best Friend Dynamic

nissy/roona: you’d think it’d go badly, and by all accounts it should, but it doesn’t. nissy loves how spontaneous and wild roona is and loves the freer side of him that it brings out, and roona likes nissy’s careful intelligence that can be equally well applied to proper societal actions and also stupid pranks. low wis gang gets each other’s impulsiveness and doesn’t judge when things go wrong, but they’re always by each other’s sides to help get the other out of a pickle. they both stick out like sore thumbs in a crowd and don’t mind bouncing around from place to place because home isn’t really somewhere they want to head back to, but it’s alright, because they have consistency in each other. god fucking damn it i’m actually into this.  Verdict: Bastards In Love

[crispyapplepies]

Copy pasta improvised terra-slept-with-joshua-and-ven-is-upset-about-it fic i wrote in a discord chat for any terravens willing to overlook the present tense sketch writing, i hope you enjoy the angsty comedy drama --

so by chance, vens assigned gym partner for the day is joshua~ sora is stuck with roxas in the bg which is also amusing if you wanna know the background noise to this xD ven is an utter sweetie and has no personal problem with joshua so hes happy to pick up his slack on their activities today since he understands some people just dont care for athletics, especially when they have pretty looks to preserve for rehearsal tonight^^ at the end of class joshua offers his coy appreciation to ven who was such a cute gentleman today in getting him through that~ and then he makes some remark about how he never wouldve guessed ven even was that physically inclined given what he thought terras taste in men was~ ven lowers an eyebrow and asks "huh? what does that mean? =o=" and joshua chuckles "oh it was a long time ago, nothing to wonder about now~ i will say this though, you my friend? are one very very lucky bottom ;) keep a close eye on him." and then he saunters off to his next class. ven squints =.= hes a lil grumpy now x)

come lunch time, terra and aqua have already sat down at their usual table, seniors come in first, and theyre settled in with aqua going over some extra terms with terra for their history exam. sophomores finally file in and ven marches over with the tray of food he didnt even look at when he was at the counter. terra turns with a smile to see him and plants his usual kiss hello on his cheek as ven sits down with a slight fwomp, not responding to it. terra asks "everything okay? :o" and aqua looks over to check if hes feeling alright, not spotting any signs of sickness. ven responds almost gritting his teeth "i've been better. =_ =" terra tells aqua he'll help her study in a minute, cuz obviously upset boyfriend takes priority<3 he sinks his fingers into vens hair and asks him if he wants to talk about it. and ven takes a deep breath, trying to resume his usual Good Boi Angel attitude, gently swats terras hand away and says "Maybe later, you and aqua can go ahead and study! 8) I'll even help you if you like~" terra recognizes that this is certainly not over but hes not gonna force ven to talk or anything so he kinda nervously says okay.. and then tells aqua "Wanna quiz me?" and aqua says sure, and starts reading off the list of vocab words only for ven to suddenly smack the table and turn sharply to terra and ask "WHEN WERE YOU GONNA TELL ME YOU SLEPT WITH JOSHUA????" and terra just- O//__//O oops.. and aqua looks at terra all disappointed and grossed out and groans "Oh, terra, you didn't... >~<" and terra is so embarrassed and tries to explain to ven's scowl "i-it was a long time ago! really it meant nothing! :'D... a-and besides it was even before I met you! so.. thats- alright?" and he glances over at aqua hoping for some kind of validation but she just goes "ughh..." in the most smh big sister voice xDDD

ven exhales, trying to cool off and be rational, but his usual sweet happy face just cant help being all =_ = at terra, and he says "I guess its- fine, but- gosh, really? joshua? you didnt have feelings for him, did you? er was this just a fling? how long ago was this?" and terra stumbles to answer saying "i-it was- um... back when i first came out! people were telling me i couldnt say i was bi if i'd never had sex with a guy too, so i- had to prove it! thats all, really, it was nothing meaningful to me, honest<3 :'3 I'm not like that." as he cups vens cheeks playfully, but where theres usually a smile between puffed out cheeks theres still just a >:T ven folds his arms and tries again to collect himself and says "i guess i get it.. i guess xT thats really all it was? no more secrets?" and terra swears with his hand up and his eyes closed "I swear thats all it was v_v." aqua shakes her head and tells terra "Youre gonna owe ven preeetty big after this blows over :/" but before ven can even respond terra has already jumped in to tell her "I'll do anything to make ven happy! theres absolutely nothing to worry about~ :')" and ven is still kinda pissed but he finally says "okay. i'll let it go. here aqua, i can read off the list and quiz both of you" and aqua slides ven the paper to read off while she glares at terra who glares back at her as if to say 'drop it =.='

so thats the end of it for the day, and the next day too, but then the next day is gym again, and whatever sora and roxas are struggling with in the bg is still going on xD and ven and joshua are partners again. ven is still not comfortable with the idea of his terra sleeping with joshua, the twink incubus of the school fdkjgh but hes a nice boy so hes going to continue being nice and get joshua through this "drag of an hour, and not even the fun kind" pff joshua can kinda tell ven is pretty tense today though, unusual for him since ven is always the nicest kid in the whole school next to maybe sora. so finally near the end he asks if something's on his mind and ven realizes ack, what am i doing? there is no reason for me to be such a jerk. so he tells joshua "im really sorry, I mean it, I have no business acting like this;; i just- when i found out you slept with terra i was kinda.. uncomfortable about it to say the least, but i have no reason to be, youre perfectly nice :) besides, it was before he even met me so it doubly doesnt matter~^^" but thats where joshua raises an eyebrow. "oh? i think youre a little mixed up there cutie pie~ terra and i had sex together last year. some time after you transferred. I was amazed at the offer, really, i honestly thought that once he met you, none of us other cuties had a chance. but it looks like he landed you in the end, so it is of no matter. but i do certainly hope that you and he are happy, terra is quite the catch and we'll all be quite jealous of you til the end~ catch you around ;)" and thats the end of that conversation. ven. is. livid. 8)

so ven actually skipped lunch with his friends 8) terra looks around curiously, he still isnt showing up and hes not texting him back either. aqua asks him "doesnt ven have gym today?" and terra answers like its a dumb question pff "yeah? its thursday, everybody has gym today. its gym day." and she shakes her head at him and says "I think you should give him some space. im pretty sure i know where he is. :/" terra looks uneasy tho. "do you think hes okay?" and aqua says "oh... im sure he will be." terra grips his arms and tries not to think about it 8)

senior gym class is last period and they start filing in as the juniors file out. terra fist bumps riku on his way in xD terra is practically exempt from whatever is on the activities list cuz hes.. terra and gym class is honestly childs play pff he finishes everything in 2 seconds anyway. so usually the coach just lets him bench press for a while. highschools are bullshit xD aqua has that privilege too but she considers it a warm up before her practice later and does them anyway. terra takes his time prepping the bench, saving himself the trouble of dealing with the crowd in the locker room, and once they all run out he yoinks his gym bag up to his shoulder just to be extra pff and marches on in there to change. weird that everyone is snickering at him on their way out though... he walks inside, humming mindlessly to himself cuz gym class is his chance to relax after school before his practice. and then he half screams in surprise as his gym bag falls to the floor. ven is sitting right there in front of the lockers with the angriest look on his face terra didnt even know he /could/ make jhdfgl ven "sings" out "hello, terra. >8(" and terra just- run kdjfhglhdfsg

terra runs back to the bench as if he can just- run away from reality kdjsfhgljkdfs xDDD and start bench pressing cuz he doesnt know what else to do sdklfjhglsdj im having too much fun with this i love dumb ass jocks and soft cuties xDDD ven launches himself on top of terra pushing down on the weights terra was about to pump up and yells "YOU SLEPT WITH JOSHUA WHILE YOU WERE COURTING ME?!?!?!?!!!!"

(everyone in the gym is cackling quietly to themselves at the display sdfkjgh this AMAZING xD) terra looks up at ven in fear and stutters "I-I didnt think i had a chance with you! you didnt seem interested D:!" ven yells "OF COURSE I WAS INTERESTED YOURE JUST SHIT AT FLIRTING!!!!!!!" terra tries to calm him down "youre gonna break the bench press, ven! D:" the coach comes over at all the yelling and yells at them "HEY, break it up--" only to be shut right up when ven glares at him and growls and terra looks at him utterly terrified dfkjhg and motions for him to leave them alone. the coach is both very scared of ven xD and also doesnt wanna lose his quarterback so he smiles and holds his hands up in surrender and says "hey, you know what? why dont you two work it out amongst yourselves?^^;;; maybe somewhere that isnt my expensive bench press though?" ven yells "FINE." and grabs terra by the wrist and drags him back to the locker rooms using a scary strength terra didnt know he had dkfjglh O_O;; aqua pauses her stretches and shakes her head and mumbles "it was nice knowing you, terra. :/" and then resumes her work out xD

well ven flings terra into the locker room and shuts the door with a slam and chews him out. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HUMILIATING THIS FEELS?!!! YOU SLEPT WITH THAT LITTLE HORNDOG AFTER I CAME HERE AND THEN YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT IT SO I HAD TO FIND OUT FROM THE HORNDOG HIMSELF?!!! GIMME YOUR BEST EXPLANATION FOR THAT, TERRA, JUST TRY ME!!!! >8UUUUUU" terra reaches out his trembling hands bravely to try and calm ven down, before he pulls his hair out and he cries out "I'm SORRY, i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry, okay, I didn't do it to hurt you!!!! It was just a small thing-" "AHAHAH IS THAT WHAT IT IS THEN??? WELL IF IT WAS SUCH A SMALL "tHinG" THEN WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO ME ABOUT IT, WHAT OTHER SECRETS HAVE YOU BEEN KEEPING?!!! DID YOU SLEEP WITH RIKU TOO? ANYMORE CHEERLEADERS I DONT KNOW ABOUT??? OR MAYBE JOSHUA AGAIN AT SOME POINT????!!! >8'DDDD"   ven is about to lose his mind sdjfhg terra is starting to feel upset too ;~; "No, I don't have anymore secrets, after we started dating I havent even so much as THOUGHT of anyone else! I mean that! :'U" he pleas, finally managing to place loving hands on vens shoulders as he prays for forgiveness dkfjhg ven finally just cries it out letting himself sob into his palms and terra steps in closer, hating to see ven cry, and this is much worse knowing hes the cause of it ;-;

ven glances up again, terras scent hitting him and that warm chest right in front of him that he loves and he just buries his face in it not knowing what else to do dkfgh terra holds him, stroking his back, mulling over in his head how many ways he could apologize for this but then ven pushes himself away again, hes still so upset >~< and he sniffles "why. did you lie to me about it." terras face goes red and he fishes for his words "because i- i care what you think ven." ven scoffs, but his frown hardens and he wipes his eyes "you care what i think, and so you LIED to me? what am i supposed to think?" terra replies quickly "i dont know :'u i guess i just didnt want you to think..." ven holds himself and turns away. terra supposes he has to just- be honest then, its worth a try if  it keeps him from losing the love of his life. "Look, I- I lied because the way you look at me matters to much. I care what you think of me more than anyone else, ven." ven sniffles, his back still turned to terra "oh yeah?" and terra glides over to turn him around and look at him, taking vens hands in his. "yes! ven youre the nicest, kindest, most pure hearted person i've ever met. i cant even imagine there being a darkness in your heart. who even says "slept with" and "courted" anymore besides a sweetheart like you? youre like an angel to me, but i- dont have the best reputation anymore. and the number of partners ive had seemed to disgust you. it broke my heart the way you looked at me the other day knowing that id slept with joshua. like you thought i was- i dunno.. im sorry i did it, i really am. i never wouldve done it if i'd known you really did want me too." ven reaches up and places a hand to terras cheek promising "Terra, I think the world of you. i wouldnt be with you if i didnt think you were a great person. the best even! you know how much i admire you. i just- was I just a fling? how do i know im not the next joshua or shiki you sl- have sex with and drop?"

and terra leans down to kiss his forehead and chuckles "because you're you, silly." that gets ven smiling again, the cornier the better with him<3 he presses his nose to terras chest and slides his arms up over his back for a tight hug and terra is so relieved they got through that dkfgjhdjl f ven tells him "I'm sorry for making you feel judged. i was way too rash about that whole thing." terra tells him its alright, imeanididlietoyouafterallahem.. ven goes = _= for just a second, cuz yeah that sure wasnt cool dfkjgh but he removes it cuz mostly hes back to smiling and he pulls himself away to look up at terra again, admitting with a blush "i guess i'm still in disbelief that youre really mine. maybe in 5 years or something i'll believe it" ven chuckles at his joke, but terra smiles down at him very sincerely and says "then i'm counting the years with you til then~" and that just tickles him and he jumps up to give terra make up smooches for a while<3 eventually they emerge from the locker room, ven clearly looking like hed been crying but smiling away again, even feeling okay enough to go to class now, cuz hes a good boy who wouldnt just ditch at that point like i would xD terra looks relieved too. aqua breaks formation when she sees them come out and runs up to ven to ask if hes okay and hug him if he needs, but ven says "everythings fine :) thanks aqua~" and aqua looks up at terra to double check that and terra nods affirmatively that yes, everything is fine. ven nudges aqua "see you at practice today~" and waves at terra too, knowing he prefers not to smooch in front of the other seniors;; but terra tells him to hang on and he runs over to give him a smooch goodbye and all is well after that<3 and axel snarks "tchh- drama queens :/"

[peterpumpkinparker]

Shatter Me- Peter Parker x Starks Daughter! Reader

After the death of your father by the hands of Thanos, you are more than determined to risk everything to get the life you had before the Snap

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Hey lovelies! I’m so sorry it’s been so long since a story-I’ve just been so busy and hecktic with life! But hopefully I’ll be able to post more with summer vacation ☺️

Genre: Angst

Warning: mild cussing, some mentions of depression (not much, just some actions/ symptoms describe depression)

AU: Infinity War (but instead of Peter dying, Stark does)

Word Count: 2300

Also-sorry if this has wierd spacing, the mobile app of Tumblr is NOT enjoyable to use when trying to post a fic

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“Almost got it,” you mumbled, your mind completely overtaken on the task at hand. Your hands were sore and raw from working with the rough metal, the wires scratching your fingers, but you didn't cared.You didn’t care that you hadn’t eaten since yesterday. You didn’t care that you hadn’t talked to your friends, or your boyfriend Peter, in a month. You didn't care that you felt empty inside. That you had no life after what happened. That almost everything you loved was gone. Just getting it all back was what mattered to you.

You worked tirelessly in your dad’s old workshop, the Iron Man suits and parts laid around like he had last left it. It was yours now- well, until you got him back. All of them back.

The metal arm you were working on was almost complete, the exoskeleton reflecting your tired face. The dark circles around your eyes made you turn away, hating the world for giving you this momentous pain that you had to fix. The remaining Avengers had told you countless times that if you ever needed help, that they were there for you, that if you needed anything all you had to do was give them a call and they would show up. But what you really needed was your father-nobody could give you that except the monster that took it away from you.

And you knew they wouldn't help you with your plan try to defeat Thanos- you knew it was suicide to go on your own to defeat him- but you had to to at least try.

You continued to tinker on, not noticing the worried boy in the doorway. Peter stared at your arched back, your exhausted face, and wondered how he was going to even talk to you. Even though you and Peter were dating, you haven't called or seen him in weeks, and he just thought that maybe you were dealing with stuff beyond his control. Everyone mourns differently, he was dealing with it himself, but- he didnt realize it was this bad when Cap called him in. Now as he looked at you, he felt like he was staring at stranger; the snarky, smiling girl he once knew was seemingly lost in the ocean of grief she was quietly drowning in.

He knocked on the glass door, leaning on his shoulder to make it seem he was relaxed, but the clench in his jaw said otherwise.

Your head shot up, annoyance first riddled in you- but instantly disappearing once you realized Peter was the one that broke your concentration.

You brushed your hair out of the way, realizing you haven't washed it in a while.

“Hey,” you greeted aloud, your voice crackling a little from not using it in a while.

“Hey,” Peter repeated back. An awkward silence filled the room as you fumbled to tie up your hair in a quick bun. “Mind if I sit?” he asked, wondering how long you had been in here.

You shrugged your shoulders, and tried avoiding his gaze by inspecting a little bolt next to you.

Peter pulled up a chair next to you. “How are you holding up?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You shrugged again. Saying too much would make him scared- too little would do the same thing. “Not amazing,” you sighed, “but nobody really is after what happened.”

Peter stared down at his hands. “That's true.”

Another awkward pause filled the air. You hated this. All of this. Everything was going great before- you and Peter had just started dating, and you guys had the best relationship ever. Stark was completely fine with it, even though he acted like he was super protective, you being his daughter. You guys were inseparable, always together, always able to tell each other anything and everything. Now, you couldn't even look at each other without feeling awkward, without feeling like you were back to Square 1. Everything just seemed so backward and messed up now, it was hard to wrap your head around fixing it. But you had to.

You turned away from Peter, putting in the last few bits and pieces into the metal arm. It was a crude weapon, built off of one of the unfinished inventions of your dad’s.

Peter began to look around the room, the awkwardness making him worry more. You used to be so bubbly and full of life, but now you had drawn into yourself, a shell of who you were. Peter didn't know how to bring you back out.

He looked around the workshop, noticing the disarray. There were objects everywhere, broken parts scattered on the floor, a makeshift bed in the corner, notes and paper strewn on different tables. He passed a desk, noticing the writing on the paper as yours. He picked it up, glancing up to see if you were watching. You were so intent in your thoughts, you didn't even notice Peter’s body leaving your side. He tentatively looked back at paper and at the words, the gibberious making him confused- all it talked about was about some weapon and the parts it needed. He turned the page, watching again to see if you were paying attention to him sneaking in your belongings before he looked. Once Peter finally looked down, he felt his heart sink- you had drafted up a replica of an Iron Man suit, with notes on the side for space travel. He looked at the notes in confusion, wondering why you would be go into space, until it hit him- your quiet moodiness, your concentration for building, your absence in any type of life outside you dad’s workshop. He realized you wanted revenge on your dad’s death.

He looked around, his heart beating frantically. Being Stark’s daughter, you were incredibly smart, so he didn't put it past you to make an Iron Man Suit, no less finish it in a month. He set down the paper as if it were a bomb about to ignite, and turned around, trying to see if you had finished the suit and left it somewhere. He had to see it for himself-he couldn’t believe that you would risk yourself so dangerously like this.

He began to walk again, looking for anything that resembled your drawing, until he came upon a tall object draped over with a brown tarp in a dimly light part of the workshop.

You looked up, the sound of Peter’s footsteps beginning to echo, which made your nerves tingle in annoyance. You loved Peter, you truly did, but right now, he was ruining valuable progress and wasting precious time. You watched him walk around the lab. You hoped that he didn’t realize what you were planning, and you lied to yourself that he didn’t. But deep down, you knew your deep connection with him was still there-he figured it all out before you even said a word.

You kept watching him, sadness turning into horror as you helplessly sat and watched as he raised a corner of the tarp-the tarp that hide your massive plan-and began to yell at him to stop. Instead, he ripped it off to reveal what you had been working on- a crude version of a Iron Man suit.

“Holy crap,” Peter breathed out in shock, his eyes wide as he looked at your guilty face.

He looked between you and the suit. “Did you…?” he asked hesitantly, pointing at it.

“I didn't exactly build it,” you said, answering his question sheeplessly. “They’re pieces of my Dad’s suits that he never really finished. I just pieced them together to make,” you raised your hand at your creation, “this.” Your hand came down, slapping your outer thigh,the sound ringing in the silence as Peter gawked and you sat back wearily,waiting for his reaction.

He swallowed, looking back at your creation. “So does it really work like an Iron Man suit?” He didn't want to ask you straight out your plans, because he didn't want you getting angry at him for snooping in your things. But leading you to saying it sounded a little better than being blunt at that moment.

“I dont know for sure,” you explained, your hands shaking, “but it should. I've learned enough from my dad just watching him make his suits. It took me forever though, and it's definitely not like his suits- its not as sturdy, but it should be okay if the power source is not tampered with. If thats broken,” you laughed sarcastically, “all hell breaks loose in it.”

“How do you know that?” he asked curiously, his arms folding in front of them stiffly.

“Well,” you smiled a little, “ I tried to readjust the router through the chest on time- thats were it at- and I got shot across the room like a rag doll.”

You two laughed, it being a little forced, but the air felt so strange that any type of dry humor was appreciated. You guys felt like total strangers, yet you knew each other’s secrets- Peter being a superhero, you at the moment, building a massively technological machine under cover for the past month.

But after the little bit of light heartedness it went back to tension and awkwardness.

Peter stuffed his hands into his pockets. “This is really- intuitive- and amazing y/n,” he smiled with concern, “but why?”

You sighed, dreading the question you knew he would ask. You looked down into your lap, rubbing the red mark on your thigh.

“My father died Peter. And almost everyone he knew, and I knew, are gone.Nobody has tried to do anything. Everyone's giving up. And nobody wants to try to fix this mess except me. So this is how I'm going to fix it”

Peter listened to you, scared at what you said. He was hoping that maybe this was a joke, that you werent really planning to go out and get revenge, but you were. Peter stared at you, trying to read your emotions. He had never seen you like this- so low yet so determined at the same time- and he was worried for you. terrified.

“What are you planning y/n?” he asked, his brown eyes boring into yours.

You looked back at your work table. “Nothing, Peter.”

‘Its doesnt look like nothing, though.”

“It's nothing.” you said with force, frustration spilling out.

“If you don't tell me y/n, Im going to tell the Avengers.”

“Like they care!” you spat angrily at him. “Like they ever cared! Ive been down here for God knows how long, trying to get back the life I had, trying to fix everything, and they havent done jack shit”

You knew everything you were saying was false and wrong. Natasha had been the one bringing you food and made you the make shift bed you sleep and eat in. Steve came to ask if you needed to talk every Friday without fail. Rhodey gave you the news that your father died, and gave Peoper and you his mask-and hugged you as you cried from the shock of losing your father. They did care and they were trying-it just felt good to yell at something, anything. You were angry that you didn’t have your father, and you were impatient for everything to be back as it was.

You shook your head, anger raditating off your body.

“Absolutely nothing! they haven't figured out a damn plan either. And if they had, they haven't let me in the loop.”

“Y/n their going to fix this,” Peter tried to reason.

“No. I'm going to fix this.”

Peter stared at you in disbelief, not really knowing you anymore. You were never this lost in your own head. He understood you were going through a lot of pain, but going after Thanos was usicide.

Peter stared at the contraption, contemplating what to do.

“Nobody has thought of a new plan,” you continued, “it's time for a change. Im sick of waking up every morning, and realizing everyone is gone. Im sick of waking up and feeling guilty- Like I couldve done something.”

“ I shouldve done something.” you said, almost saying it to yourself.

Peter felt empathy swarming his body. How could he tell you he felt the same way?

“But, y/n- you couldn't have done anything that day. None of us could- we all tried our best.”

“Really?” you countered angrily. “I did shit- I literally stayed home and watch my dad fly onto that weird spaceship. I watched you leave. Did I leave? No. You know why?

Tears began to brim in your eyes, your lids binking rapidly to hold them back.

“You know why?” you repeated, your tone getting smaller as your voice cracked, “because I was scared. You breathed out heavily, letting that new realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You didn’t want to admit this to yourself, but it was true to you. The day Thanos and his warriors came, you stayed back. The one time your dad yelled at you to stay back, you listened. You never listened to your dad-you always were the first to fly in and help save the day. But the one time your dad truly needed you, the one time the whole universe needed help, you didn’t do that. Seeing those aliens and that ships freaked you out- you were terrified you’d actually lose your life that time. And because of that, you didn’t die-but your dad was gone. You worked tirelessly every day to keep that evil secret away from your mind because it was too hard to come face to face with-now you had to work to fix that fatal mistake.

“I was scared because I had no idea what to do. I wanted to help, but I was too selfish about my own safety. I could have grabbed one of my Dads suits. I couldve flew up there with you guys. I could've helped. But I didn't.”

You looked up shaking your head, your lips pursed as you tred to will your body to hold back the tears.

Peter walked to you, his arms open and welcoming, but his expression full of pain. Every day he felt the same pain- that he could’ve done something more to save everyone he loved. It was the worst pain he ever felt in his life- it ate his insides, anytime it was quiet, anytime he allowed himself to relax; that guilt and sorrow and hate for his actions at that time ate his insides until he felt like screaming. Some days were better than others, and he'd been learning to cope with it. But he just never realized you were dealing with the same thing. And so much of it.

You looked at Peter, your lips quivering as a single tear spilled onto your cheeks. You looked down at your hands, terrified that talking more to Peter would make you break down. You had broken down so much in the last month that you thought that one more would destroy you.

Peter knelt down, eye level to you, sweeping the hair out of your face that was curtaining off your tear stained cheeks.

“Its okay, y/n,” peter said softly, “Youre okay.”

You looked up, your eyes full of pain. You shook your head, chuckling sarcastically as your smile quivered.

“Im not,” you whispered out of your throat, your voice tight with the effort of keeping yourself together. To not cry. To not show that life was really messing you up right now.

Peter wrapped his arms around you, the purity of the embrace and the warmth of his body making your shoulders shudder harder, your hiccups louder, your heart hurt more and less at the same time as you wrapped your arms around him. The waves of tears wracked your body,one after aother, the pain making you hurt. You grabbed the back of his shirt, the fabric balled up into your fist as you let all your emotions leave your body.

‘Its okay y/n,” Peter whispered, his voice low and soothing, “eveyrthing’s going to be okay. I know you wont believe me right now, but- youre going to be okay.”

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Captain America: The First Super Soldiers

Chapter 6 is finished....and it is the final chapter!!!! I enjoyed this series so much, it was fun to write. I hope you all enjoy it as well!!:)

 1 month later, SSR Bunker:

"Johann Schmidt belongs in a bug house. He thinks he's a god, and he's willing to blow up half of the world to prove it,starting with the USA." Philips says. The others are at the large,circular, meeting table. Carter, Stark, Sousa, Rogers, and the other Commandos.

"Schmidt is working with powers beyond our capabilities." Stark explains. "He gets across the Atlantic, He will wipe out the entire Eastern seaboard in an hour." Rogers and Sousa continue look at the files in front of them.

"How much time we got?" Jones asks.

"According to my new best friend, under 24 hours." Philips says. Another Agent from the crowd asks where he is, and Philips explains. "Hydras lats base is here.In the Alps, 500 feet below the surface.

"So what are we supposed to do?" Asks Morita, one of the Commandos."I mean, its not like we can just knock on the front door."

"Why not?" Rogers asks. The whole room goes silent.

"He's right, why not?" Maybe thats exactly what we should do." Peggy looks at Daniel, puzzled. He discretely reaches over and touches her hand.

"Not 'should do'. Thats what we're going to do."

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2 hours later:

"Peggy! I got something I want to show you."

"What is it now, Howard? I'm rather busy at the moment." reading over a file for the mission.

"I know, I know, I know. Just- come look!" She breaths a deep sigh and follows him. As they walk, she begins to hold her stomach. Although she is starting to see the bump, her uniform is tight and buff enough to hide it. She and Daniel have agreed to hide the child as long as possible, and when its not...they'll come clean to the military and run off till the baby is born. When it is, Daniel wants to stay home with him or her while Peggy works. Although shes tried to argue, he insisted.

"What is it that I'm suppose to be looking at ..?" She asks as they enter Howard's lab. She has an idea, but shes afraid of his answer.

"Well what does it look like? Its a crib."

"Yes, but....Why?" Peggy tries to calm her increased heart rate because of fear; fear of what he will say next.

"Do you really think I haven't noticed? The late nights and sneaking around to see Sousa. The running away and getting sick... AND the mysterious doctor visit? I'm a genius. Its not that hard to figure out that you're -"

"Stop." She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. He looks away, ashamed.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone, Peg. I just...wanted to help out." she looks away for several moments, not knowing what to say.

"Thank you, Howard. We appreciate the thought. But..I'm barely 4 months along. We won't need it for some time, and even then...I- I don't know where to put it. I don't even have a home to place it." She sighs in defeat. While she is happy to have this child with Daniel, she is also terrified. Not only is her career on the line, but they are not married, nor do they have a house together. There will be enough gossip wherever they go about them living together, let alone having a baby in the middle of a war.

"You'll find somewhere eventually." He says. "And besides, who cares what other people think. As long as you two are happy, thats all that matters." She looks at him, shocked. "Don't look so surprised. You're not married. People will talk about anything, you just can't let it get to you."

"Valued advice, thank you."

"Just off topic here..." Peggy turns to look at him. "You do know that, uh, the army does provide- I guess you can say...protection to prevent these kind of situation." She glares at him.

"Thank you, Howard again. We had absolutely NO idea that was an option." She says sarcastically.

"Well if you knew then why didn't you-" He stops and laughs. She looks at him confused. "I get it" He laughs again. "You did use it, but the serum is just to strong to-"

"Alright thats quite enough." She raises her hand to stop him.

"Agent Carter," She turns to the door as an agent speaks her name. "Everyone's prepping for the mission. Colonel wanted to let you know to get ready."

"Of course, Thank you." He leaves and she turns to Stark. "Thanks again, Howard, for the gift. I will be sure to tell Daniel all about it after."

"Wait what mission? Should you really being doing that while you're-"

"I'm perfectly fine. I will not stop doing my job until it is impossible to move. Now if you will excuse me, I have a mission to prepare for." She starts to walk away and then stops. "And before you say anything, yes Daniel does know I am going, and no I don't need his permission to do my job. I do what ever I damn well please and need no mans approval." And then shes gone.

"I was just gonna say good luck." He shakes his head. "Women..."

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Outside of Hydras Base:

"We all understand the plan?" Sousa asks.

"We're all good to go," Dugan says.

"I hate the fact that I'm the bait." Steve says.

"Well, you've been captured before. To them it'll be considered a win." And with that everyone gets into place. Rogers revs up his motorcycle and takes down soldiers, a tank, and drives up the wall and into the base. He fights soldiers left and right, but soon is encircled by fire and surrounded by soldiers. Hes put in cuffs and taken to Schmidt.

"Arrogance may not be a uniquely American quality trait, but I must say, you do it better than anyone." Schmidt says as he walks to Rogers. "But there are limits to what even you can do, Captain. Or did Erskine tell you two otherwise?"

"He told us you were insane."

"Ahh. He resented my genius and tried to deny me what was rightfully mine. But he gave you and Sousa everything. Tell me, where is he at this moment?"

"Don't know. I just came here to avenge my friend." Schmidt snickers.

"Mhm. So, what makes you two so special?"

"I can't speak for Sousa, but for me? Nothing. I'm juts a kid from Brooklyn." The Red Skull gets furious and punches Rogers in the face and gut, and that makes him fall on his knees. "I can do this all day." He pants.

"Of course you can, of course. But, unfortunately, I am on a tight schedule." He pulls out a gun and aims it at Rogers head. But before he can pull the trigger, the commandos zip line through the window and shoot off rounds; while Sousa tosses his shield at Schmidt and hits him in the face. The room fills with shots fired as the Commandos and Hydra soldiers fight against each other.

"Sousa! Rogers! You two are gonna need these!" Dugan and Jones toss them their shields. They say their thanks and run after Schmidt.

"You go that way, I'll head in the other direction." Steve grumbles but agrees. Daniel takes the hall where Schmidt ran, and Rogers takes the one filled with soldiers.

"We're in! Assault team, go!" Morita shouts over the radio.

Colonel Philips gets the message and he, Agent Carter, and the rest of the SSR soldiers and Agents run into battle. The Commandos take the hall Rogers did and they all fight them off, one kill at a time. As the Allies move out into the field, Peggy runs along with them; trying to keep herself together. Shes shocked to see the advancements in Hydras weaponry. With each shot fired, a blue light hits a soldier, and they obliterate into nothing. She tries to stay focused and not get hit.They make there way into the Bunker by exploding the door. The Red Skull takes a gun from a dead soldier and starts to fire as he runs away.

"Cut off one head two more shall-" A soldier begins to say, but Philips kills him.

"Lets go find two more." He says as he and his army march deeper into the base.

Sousa continues to chase after the Red Skull and uses his shield to protect himself from the gun blasts. He tosses it against that wall and it stops as the door starts to close; it keeps it held open. As a soldier advances him and uses the flame thrower that encircled Rogers, he hides behind a wall. More shots are fired and Agent Carter kills him.

"Don't touch my man." She mumbles. Daniel looks at her and smiles.

"Peg!" He runs to her and lightly touches her stomach.

"We're fine. I promise." He nods his head and looks behind her, the others are still fighting.

"You're late, you know." Daniel says, she looks into his eyes and smiles.

"Sorry. Things got a little out of hand." He touches her belly once more and then Rogers shows up. He looks between them and notices Sousa's hand.

"What the hell?" He says. Peggy glares at him and looks at Daniel, placing her hand over his.

"Weren't you getting ready to..." She gestures to the door.

"Right!" And he runs after Schmidt, Rogers follows him. SSR Soldiers shoot down the Hydra agents that were trying to board the airplane after the Red Skull. He places the tesseract in a secure box, sits in the pilot seat, and gets ready to take off. As the turbines start, and the engine goes, the Valkyrie starts to wheel out of the hanger. Sousa and Rogers chase after it, buts its no use.

"Now what?" Rogers says, looking around for another option; but that option drives up too them.

"Get in" Philips orders. He and Carter stole Schmidt's car.  Daniel stands in the back with Peggy and Rogers gets in the front. Philips hits the accelerator button and the car takes off at full speed. They stand up and get ready to jump.

"Wait!" They both look down at Peggy. She reaches up, grabs Daniel by the head, and snogs him. "Go get him." Steve can't believe what he just saw...They both turn to the Colonel.

"I'm not kissing either of you!" Daniel looks at Peggy again.

"Yes ma'am," He replies, and they jump. When they get on board and sneak on the ship, they notice the bombs on board labeled  New York. They stop when they hear footsteps and run into Hydra operatives. Rogers jumps up onto the railing and kicks one of them, and Sousa takes his shield and jabs another in the throat. They continue to fight until 2 operatives try to board the small aircraft with the bombs. Sousa gets in one while Rogers jumps on it. He kills the two pilots and Rogers makes his way onto the Valkyrie again.

"Rogers! " Sousa radios.

"Go back to base! I got this!" He cuts it off and fights the Red Skull. Daniel debates on helping, but decides against it; he won't get himself killed and leave Peggy alone with the baby. To him hes done his part, now its up to Rogers not to screw it up. He lands back onto the hanger and runs to Peggy.

"Daniel?!" She runs to him and they meet in the middle. "What happened? Why are you-" He cuts her off and presses his lips to hers.

"I've done my part, Peg. We both have." He holds her close, with one hand on the baby. She laughs and holds him tight.

"Sousa! Wheres Rogers?" Colonel Philips interrupts. He knows about their relationship, and about the baby, but he always kept it to himself; he didn't think it was worth the trouble of saying anything.

"He's still on the plane, sir. He's with Schmidt as we speak."

"Good, lets head back to the station and wait for him to radio back with Intel. Hopefully it doesn't all go to shit." Peggy laughs and nods as they walk there. When they reach the command room Daniel sits down in a chair, and Peggy sits on his lap. While the other commandos are present in the room, the two love birds don't care.  Everyone of them is aware they have something going on, and they've never questioned it; the only one who did was Steve Rogers. Peggy leans over and kisses him.

"You came back to us..." Daniel wraps his left arm around her waist and hold her, while his right holds her stomach.

"Did you ever doubt I would?" She bites her lips to hide her smile; but it doesn't work.

"Never." They snog again, but this time it isn't rushed by the need to stop a psychotic mad man from destroying America with his airplane. Instead they enjoy this small moment. Theres a commotion outside and the Commandos leave the room to fight off and apprehend more Hydra soldiers.

"Come in. This is Captain Rogers. Do you read me?" Steve finally reached the radio.

"Steve? Where are you?" Sousa says over the intercom. Peggy shoves his shoulder and glares at him.

"Let someone else handle him." She whispers.

"Sousa. Schmidt's dead. He grabbed the tesseract and...He vanished into space."

"What?" Peggy looks at Daniel and takes over. "What about the plane?" She asks him

"Peggy..." She grumbles and groans when he says her name. Daniel holds her tight to calm her down. "Thats a little bit tougher to explain." She rolls her eyes.

"Give us your coordinates and we'll find you a landing site." Daniel keeps his left arm on Peggy's waist while he looks through the maps.

"Theres not gonna be a safe landing." Daniel curses under his breath. "But I can try and force it down." Peggy looks at Daniel as if asking for help. He mumbles the word Stark. She nods her head and radios back.

"We'll get Howard on the line, he'll know what to do. He can help get it down."

"Theres not enough time. This things moving to fast and its heading straight for New York."

"Hes right. There are bombs on the plane, all labeled New York."

"I gotta put her in the water..." Steve says.

"Rogers are you sure theres nowhere around you where you can land? Maybe try getting out of there in the bombs. You could -"

"Wheres Peggy? I thought I was talking to her." She groans and takes the mic.

"Rogers-

"Peggy! Thank god." She mumbles under her breath. 'I swear I'm going to kill him one day' Daniel hears and chuckles.

"I need you to know that this is my choice." 'Obviously.' she mumbles. "And that I'm gonna need a rain check on that dance..."

"What?" Peggy says, and Daniel looks at the mic.

"I know that you have a thing for Sousa... but maybe we can-" She cuts off the radio.

"Peggy. What-" She stops Daniel from speaking and kisses him.

"I don't 'have a thing' for you, Daniel. I love you." They continue to snog in the chair until Philips enters the room again.

"What in the hell is going on in here?" They explain that Rogers had to put down the plane and he couldn't get out in time to survive. He shakes his head and walks off, the only words the could hear are' dumb ass' , 'rogers', and 'damn Nazis'.

"I love you too, Peg."

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Several days go by, and not a word from Steve Rogers. Everyone in the SSR believed he was dead; and so did his comrades. The Commandos mourned him and Barnes at the Stork club, nursing their beers and bellowing their songs. The War wasn't over yet, but the enormous battle of Hydra was nearly won. There were still a few rats loose on the world from this gang of Schmidt followers; but the SSR was going to catch or kill every last one of them; including Agent Carter and Captain Sousa. Although Peggy Carter won't be able to fight for too much longer, she and her Captain will have another fight on their hands; a fight with a small being with both of their genetics.

Together they go to the Stork club, not to mourn like they others, but to celebrate. Celebrate a long battle one, and for the family they are starting. Howard Stark presented the young lovers with state of the art bassinet and crib, each equipped with an alarm to alert the two of them if anything is ever wrong with the baby. At first they were hesitant, but Daniel saw the benefits of it if the baby inherits the serum. Philips said he would vow for them and they can work as long as the want, but when the little one is born, one must go.

They dance and dance throughout the night, and although Peggy can't drink a real drink and Daniel can, he doesn't. Instead they enjoy their time together, talking and laughing and dancing. Around and Around he spins her, only for her to return to him. Her belly shows much more in her dress, but she doesn't care. She will build a life with the love of her life, and she couldn't be more happy about it. All of the Commandos said their congratulations, and begged to see the baby when its born; of course they two lovers agrees. The Howling Commandos are family. But tonight that family consist of only the three.

The Soldier and the Agent dancing and smiling all the while ignorant to the world around them. Her hand is in his while the other wraps around his neck, and his lays softly around her waist. They sway to the slow music surrounding them, bliss in this moment. What they are not aware of is the figure looming outside, watching their every move; his eyes staring at her growing stomach. And yet thats how they stay, until Peggy's legs get tired. Shes starts to walk away, but he grabs her hand and stops her. She turns to look at him, and finds him down on one knee...

"Peg." She gasps, and the entire room goes quiet; their fellow comrades watch intensely, waiting. Even Colonel Philips watches without making a sound. "So I know we've kind of done this backwards," She laughs, "But I don't care. From the moment I saw you on that field, radiating beauty, and then knock Hodge on his ass, I knew you were the one for me." She covers her mouth and wipes away her tears. "You have been...and idol rock for me and a nonstop supporter. No matter how many obstacles I faced, you were always there to talk me though it or to help me get there. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you, Peggy. I love you with every fiber of my being. So..." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a velvet box.

"Oh my God..." She says as she takes a deep breath.

"Margaret Elizabeth, Peggy, Carter. Will you do me the honor of spending  the rest of your life with me as my wife?" She continues to cry happy tears and laughs. "Will you marry me, Peggy?"

For several moments the room is completely silent, no one makes a sound; not even the band. Everyone is waiting for her to answer. She gets down on her knees and kisses him with all her might.

"Yes!" And they kiss again.

"YEAH!!!" The Commandos all scream and clap. Although the Colonel doesn't shout, he does smile and clap his hands. Daniel lifts Peggy off the ground and and carries her out of the club. As they leave the Commandos all congratulate them and order more drinks to celebrate. Although this night was seemingly perfect for them, they were not aware the man was still watching from afar. He follows them to their hotel room and waits.

"How long were you planning on this!?" She asks, only brifly taking her lips from his.

"Maybe... a few weeks before you told me you were pregnant..?"

"Daniel!" He lays her down on the bad and sits next to her. "You've been waiting THAT long!?"H e laughs.

"I'm sorry. I just...wanted to wait for the right time." They stare into each others eyes as she sits up. They lean forward and snog until they are out of breath; only stopping for air and then returning to their love. For minutes they are in paradise, enjoying the time they have alone....until the door is kicked down.They jump out of bed and see a dead man.

"Rogers? How the hell-" Steve Punches Daniel in the face, and he falls back.

"Daniel!" SHe runs to him and looks at Steve. "How the HELL did you survive?"

"Doesn't matter. I just did. I came back for you. For our dance."

"Our Dance!?" She fumes. "What bloody dance? I told you I was never interested. The kiss with Daniel should have been a big enough hint for you to stop pursuing... WHATEVER its was you were pursing!"

"Move out of the way, Peggy." She steps in more and shields Daniel.

"NO" She stands her ground.  He walks toward them and shoves her aside.

"Peg!" Daniel punches Steve in the gut and knocks the wind from his lungs. "Haven't you learned by now I'm stronger than you, Rogers?" As he holds his gut and Daniel uppercuts his jaw, and then he falls down. Daniel catches his breath and looks over at his fiance. "Peggy..." He runs to the bed and helps her sit up.

"I-I'm okay...We're fine.." She keeps a hand on her belly and looks at Rogers, who starts to stand up.

"Are you out of your Damn mind! Who in their right mind would shove a pregnant woman?" Daniel shouts, his hand lays over hers to protect the baby.

"What?" Steve looks down and finally notices. He balls his fist and charges at Daniel. "That should be my kid... You took her from me!" Peggy reaches over into her bag and grabs her gun, then BANG! Steve backs away, shocked. She shoots again and again, until the chamber is emptied.

“I was never yours to begin with you sickly obsessed bastard.” He stands there, holds his chest, and falls to the ground. "Enjoy your trip in hell." Daniel wraps his arm around her and hold her tight, the need to protect her and the baby overwhelms him.

"You okay?" He finally asks.

"Of course I am. I'm Peggy Carter" she cheeks, and he laughs. "Soon to be Peggy Sousa..." He stops breathing for a moment as the thought settles in his mind. She laughs at his pause and kisses him gently. "I can handle anything, Daniel. Especially with you by my side." They smile at each other and hold one another close.

Eventually Colonel Philips and the SSR are called. They inform them of Steve Rogers demise. He didn't die in the Valkyrie crash, but he did die by Agent Carters hand. He had become violent, erratic, obsessive, he harmed her and tried to kill Captain Sousa; the love of her life and the father of her child. The serum was meant to amplify everything in the human body, the good and the bad. It seemed Steve Rogers was more bad than good. For the rest of the night the SSR worked on taking care of Rogers body, and the two lovers from war set out to enjoy the little family they had started.

[estevand]

This is the woman Ive loved for 5 years. this was only 2 years into our relationship. I have had a rough life. Most of us all have. I lost my sister at 8 years old. I had to go through being judged for being a dark skinned kid with a white mother. The amount of times my family and I will be out somewhere and someone says to my mother “ Oh its so wonderful that you adopted all these kids” all because my one sister is full white and me and my other siblings arent Is fucking appalling. I was forced to drop out of highschool at 17. I’ve never had a father figure. After my sister died he tried to come back. and after my sister died my mom just emotionally and mentally gave up. my stepdad was an abusive alcoholic. and my mother has been a very non faithful woman to every man she dated after my step dad. Theres honestly so much more to talk about but theres no point. Id be writing a fucking bible if i were. But this woman. This beautiful, crazy, caring, selfless, goofy monument of a woman. She is the reason I have kept myself out of trouble. I was not in a good place when we met. I was hanging out with the wrong people. I was doing xanax everyday. multiple bars a day sometimes. I was such a lost soul just searching for a purpose. I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do with my life. I felt worthless. I had a job but that didnt mean anything to me. Ive always been the outcast. Ive always kept to myself and been a very shy person. But when I met her, The feeling of worthlessness was gone. We met at cheerleading. We both did competitive cheerleading at the same gym. When I first saw her walk in the gym I remember I looked to my friend Jared. I looked at him and said “ who the hell is that” and he looked at me and just laughed. We both knew she was out of my league, and there was no way that she would even give me the time of day. She walked with this aura. By aura I mean she had an atmosphere to her. When she would walk past me I would just have this gut feeling. I knew she was everything I ever wanted in a woman. She was stunning. Just the way she walked around the gym. It was almost like she knew that my eyes were constantly on her. I was just struck by this sense of “You NEED to be MINE”. I still remember the first time we kissed. We weren’t dating. We were at a competition in D.C. we were in the bleachers watching other teams perform. The smell of Aquanet, and cheap shitty convention center food in the air. Me and her friend who was also on our team. I remember the lights from the stage shining back towards us every couple seconds. I timed it so every time the light came back to us I would quickly stare at her. It wasnt because it was dark. It wasnt because of how her cheer makeup was done. Every time I looked at her I felt home. I couldnt help but stare at the beauty literally shining off of her. The way she looked off into the distance, just made me so love struck. It was like I was discovering a new emotion. I thought I had loved previous girlfriends before. But this was real. I remember her looking away. I got closer to her. I cant remember What I actually said but I remember catching her off guard. I leaned in and she just was ready for it just as I was. When our lips touched it was other worldly. the feelings I got I had never felt with anyone. Thats when I knew. I knew I was going to be with her forever. we became best friends before we even started dating. We were so comfortable with each other it was insane. I mean for 3 years straight we were inseparable. We both moved out together. I was her first boyfriend. She was my first real girlfriend. We were so in love. So happy. Now I’m alone and terrified. I fucked up multiple times in our relationship. I watched my mother cheat on every man shes ever been with. I cheated. I still dont know why. Maybe it was me being so selfish because I had everything I wanted. Maybe it was because I watched my mother cheat on every man she dated. Maybe its because Im actually fucking stupid. I dont know. What I do know is theres no excuse for it. I gave up my perfect relationship. The woman that gave me my first born child. for someone who I never wouldve even looked twice at if i passed them on the street. I had no idea what I had. I’ve now spent months working to get my relationship with her back on track. When she left me I wasnt just broken hearted. I was dead. Literally emotionally dead. I had no feelings for anyone or anything. I tried doing everything I do to make me happy. I tried playing video games, I tried working out, I tried playing music. Nothing could over come the feeling of self hatred and self humiliation. But than I sat there and thought to myself. This is what I made her feel. She did nothing to me to make me cheat. I broke her god damn heart. The woman that I promised my late sister that I would never hurt. I destroyed her trust for me. no matter how much I try to prove to her shell never be able to look at me the same. Im still the same person. I just fucked up and wasnt grateful for what I had. I’ve been living with this demon weighing on me. Knowing I did what I did. something I promised myself that I would never do. I did it to the one person that actually mattered to me. It’s so hard having to try and rebuild what I had with her because I know deep down the only reason she is even giving me a chance to try and be anything with her again is because we have a kid together. Ive prayed so much just hoping that god will help me. I didnt even believe in god until I met her. But she changed that. just like how she changed my whole life, I want nothing more than to be back together and be a family again. its so fucking disappointing. Knowing that I’m that scumbag. But I’m a human. I’m learning everyday and growing everyday. I want to be the man she can trust. I want to be the man that she knows I am. And most importantly I want my son to have two loving parents that love each other to no limits. I just need her back in my life. Even if she decides to tell me she can never be with me again. I’ll accept it. Even tho I’m gonna be devastated. I’ll accept. Because at the end of the day thats the girl I love. If shes gonna be happy with someone else unfortunately thats what i want for her. I guess thats how you know our love was real. Because even if she was with someone else I’d still love her like i did 5 years ago. Id still love her like I did a year ago, a month ago, a week ago. Id still love her like I do now. But I want her happy. If she cant be happy with me than the choice is already made. so for now I’ll keep praying. Ill keep on the path im on working and trying to get our relationship mended. All I want is to have the love of my life back. I’ve realized the things I’ve done wrong. And I just want to fix it. 

[geirskogull]

Steel Reign - Chapter 6 -  Pray Return to the Waking Sands

Chapter 6 is here and finally done. Not as happy as I’d like to be with it but hey sometimes that happens.

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Rating: M

Word Count: 1.6k

Caolan Haustefort ran a thin finger over the two now mostly healed cuts along his jaw and underneath his eye. They’d leave scars, thin ones across half his visage, but nothing that wouldn’t be considered dashing upon the face of a would be famous pirate. He gave his reflection the most dashing smile he could muster, and promptly winced in pain instead. Still sore, why did handsome scars have to be as painful as regular ones?

Laughing a bit at himself, he shook his head. His clarity of thought must still be clouded by remnants of adrenaline. Just two hours before, rushing through the desert, his friends body in his arms.

Kicking down the door to the first building a poor terrified Lalafel merchant had pointed out as the Waking Sands, Caolan Haustefort announced his presence commanding nothing less than the occupants full attention. He had hoped, somewhere in his mind, that it would be only the one who sent his dear, unconscious, friend on her ill fated mission, but instead found the confused eyes of another Lalafel and a Hyur man sitting in a circle, cloth spread across their laps.

Out of breath, mind running a million miles an hour, the elezen managed to bark out a single question with much more hostility than he would have liked.

“Wheres Urianger?” His words were clear, and sharp, like a blade aimed at the hearts of the two unfamiliar scions. He’d entrust his friend turned primals care to no other than the individual he deemed responsible. For her part, the Lalafel woman scrambled to her feet and towards him. Looking anxious and panicked at the still warrior in his arms. She didn’t stop to demand his name or ask how he came to find Danica this way, and merely ran further into the building. Down some stairs, and down the corridor he could not see the end of.

The Hyur was not so adamant in letting Caolans mysterious, and honestly quite suspicious appearance with an injured friend go without question. Standing with a huff, he put himself between the Elezen and the pathway in which the Lalafel had walked, which Caolan had planned on following her down.

“And who exactly are you?” His words bit back with just as much blade as Caolan had put into his. He stood defensive, square, there would be no moving him without an answer. “And what happened to Dee?” A friend? No one called her that but friends. Or really sarcastic enemies but he doubted that was the case here.

“We were attacked on the way back” he explained, not exactly lying, but not the whole truth. “A chimera, we had wandered into a cave to take shelter from a storm and didn’t know it was its lair.”  That on the other hand was boldface. He hoped his bandaged face and her prone and injured form was enough to give credence to the story. He didn’t give his name, he didn’t plan on doing so.

“Why do you call for Urianger then? And not just find a closer medic?” He was being grilled, and knew if he tried to answer that he’d merely give away his lie. He could claim that the storm was nearby, but general knowledge of the weather would prove it was a lie. He could claim she demanded to be brought here.

“I don’t know!Why don’t you go get mauled by a Chimera and tell me how thinking goes after that? How clear your mind is?!” Caolan growled in response, a nonanswer the only answer in his arsenal he had any hope in. The Hyur, whose name he would eventually learn is Neran, did not get a chance to respond.

Two sets of hurried footsteps snapped the arguing men’s attention back towards the hallway. The Lalafel, whose name he would learn is Tataru, and the Elezen he had been told was Urianger stood, out of breath and startled at the sight they had walked into.

“Give the Lady here” Urianger spoke, taking her prone form from his arms before he even had a chance to respond in protest, or continue pleading his case to the Hyur. “Mistress Tataru, please inform the others they can call off the search. Neran, if you may please lock the front door; I’ve need of concentration for her-” the hooded elezen stopped, turning once more to face Caolan, a critical look hidden behind his goggles.  “Nay, both of their injuries. You ser can still walk, but I ask you follow me either way.”

Oh gods, they’d been searching for her. Oh hells, he’d have to think of something to tell them. How many had they sent out, better yet, how long had she waited to call him in the first place?

But that was earlier, two hours ago in fact. Perhaps two and a half, depending on how long he’d been standing at that mirror, looking into his own reflection and being mesmerized by the change.

They’d brought her further into the building, into a back room, with a bed and some tables and enough medical supplies ferried in it made him more than a bit envious. If only the arcanist was that well stocked when one of the students was injured. Urianger had spent more time and aether than he cared to admit knitting her back together, Caolan wished only that he could help more.

But he was a Summoner, and all he really knew was how to fix himself in a pinch.

And nugget, but nugget was a floating rock friend, so he didn’t really need fixing.

Afterwards, it was his turn to be poked and prodded, and weaved back together. His stitches, however, took far less time. Though he did have the misfortune of being awake for the entire event, which she’d never hear the end of as soon as she awoke. A lie on his part that made him chuckle, Danica, he knew, would need no help remembering her deeds. If anything she would need help forgetting.

Turning from the mirror, Caolan gazed at the sleeping form of his friend. Never before had he seen her look so small, afraid. Danica was loud and brilliant and larger than life. That was just who she was. Not a fragile thing wrapped in bandages and confined to beds. Then again, she wasn’t a primal either, but yet here they were.

The two of them, for Urianger had remained with a book by her side, waited for any sign of life in her still eyes. He must have felt responsible, he’d agreed to send her on her own. Some petty part of Haustefort agreed with him, another part realized that none of them could have seen it coming.

“She beat Odin.” He spoke, without really thinking of the words leaving his mouth. Just the strangeness of the situation at hand.

“Yet she fell to a Chimera.” Urianger responded, his words doubting him more than his expression did.

“She wasn’t just fighting the Chimera.” He spoke again, realizing what he was doing. Trying desperately to calculate if this breach of trust was worth the aid Urianger might supply. Or if the two of them could really go at this alone, when one single misstep could mean the consumption of Danica’s entire being. Soul and all.

“Dare I ask you to speak simply?” Urianger closed his book and crossed his arms, looking up at Caolan through his impassive mask, aided by those ever present goggles and the shade of his hood.

“You can, but with one condition.” Caolan took a deep breath, and slowly raised a finger as if to cement his point to Urianger. In reality, it was to cement his course of action to himself, stay the waves of fear. Urianger gave an affirmative nod, waiting for the sentencing.

“What I say not another living soul learns. It stays in this room, between the three of us.” Though he could not see it, Haustefort could almost feel the widening of Uriangers eyes, as the gravity of the situation sank in. The other elezen stood from his chair, walked in three long paces towards the door, and double checked its locks.  Then triple checked them.

Caolan wasn’t sure if he was satisfied or not when he turned back to face him, but he didn’t have time to think about the smallest of social and physical actions in the grand scheme of his planning. No, he had the now and thats all he had to work with. Now he just needed to figure out where to start.

“She beat Odin” He repeated his words from earlier, slowly, letting them hang in the air heavy with their own mystery. Urianger opened his mouth, as if to chime in that Caolan had already said that, he found words to continue.  “But she did not end him.”

“By defeating him, in fact, she became him.” Urianger could not stop the gasp that left him, or the panicked step forward.

“You cannot speak seriously, Ser. Lady Voss is a primal?” Caolan cursed him, his voice was far too loud. What if someone heard? What would they do then? An irrational fear, he knew all who was in the building yet one he harbored all the same.

“Yes, and no. Maybe?” Caolan shrugged. “I cannot say for certain, I just know she believes she is, and from the...event that stopped us on the road i'm inclined to believe she is right.”

Urianger sat down upon the edge of the bed with a huff that Caolan was almost afraid he’d wake her.

And Tataru was almost afraid she’d been heard.

As she was plastered with her ear to the door, cursing and crying at every declaration from the strange handsome pirate who carried Dee inside. Danica! A Primal! Something had to be done, someone had to know! Someone who could help! Someone like -

“Neran!”

[today-we-will-survive]

moodboard made by me

Title: Perfect

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader ft. Dragonite

Genre: Pokemon!au, fluff, crack

Word Count: 1.9K

The sound of your phone receiving a text message cuts through the dark silence of the early morning. You groan, peeling one eye open to glare at your nightstand. Really? You reach over because your curiosity is too strong even in your three-quarters still asleep state. Luckily, “pre-sleep you” was smart enough to dim your screen before going to bed so the dulled brightness is only a little assaulting to your retinas when you push the home button. Immediately, a tired smile spreads your mouth wide, all animosity felt toward the sender diminishing when you see that it’s none other than the boy you’ve been texting nonstop for the past two weeks.

Joonie: hey, r u awake?

Y/N: I am now :)

Joonie: shoot Im sorry …

Y/N: no its okay. I would hav been mad if it was anyone else.

Joonie: well, I promise I hav a reason for texting u this early.

Y/N: yea, u do realize its still dark outside, right?

Joonie: thats actually why I texted u. R u busy?

Y/N: …what do u think?

Joonie: right. duh. sleeping. well…

Joonie: do u want to go for a ride with me?

Y/N: a ride? like a car ride?

Joonie: um…not exactly…how quickly could u get ready?

Y/N: depends on what “ready” means.

Joonie: hmm dress for cold weather.

Y/N: its the middle of summer, joon. Even at 4 in the morning its already prolly 60 degrees out. How cold r we talking here?

Joonie: really cold.

Y/N: Im confused.

Joonie: just trust me.

It feels so wrong to be shrugging on the winter coat you had to dig out of the back of your closet as you head out of your apartment. Luckily, no one else is out at this ungodly hour which saves you from having to endure the confused looks. Though if you did run into someone, they’d see that you’re just as confused. That is, until you make it outside where Namjoon said he’d be to meet you. You expected him to be waiting for you in his car. Even on foot wouldn’t be as surprising as the scene you step into once you’re out the front door of your apartment.

Your eyes settle on the giant, orange dragon standing in the middle of the road. The thing is massive. You’ve seen a few Dragonite in your lifetime but never one as big as this thing. It has to be at least twelve feet tall. And while initially it’s terrifying to see such a giant Pokémon just standing there right outside of your apartment—and staring at you, nonetheless—the fear melts away as you meet its eyes. There’s something gentle about the way it looks at you curiously. Its rounded nose and crinkling eyes almost make it look like the thing is smiling.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You only just now realize that the Dragonite isn’t here by itself and you tear your gaze away from its own to look further back at the boy sitting just above its wings.

“Namjoon?” His own eyes lift along with his mouth into a bright smile and even though it’s dark out—the only light being that from the streetlamp across the street and down a bit—you can still see those deep dimples that had you captivated in the first place. “What are you doing here?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go for a ride,” he says and reaches up to pat his Dragonite on the head. The Pokémon lets out a contented noise, the sound echoing down the block and you take an intimidated step backward.

“Uh, is it safe?” you ask. That was a dumb question. Obviously it is or Namjoon wouldn’t be offering, right?

“Completely,” he replies then swings his leg out from over its wing and slides down off its back. He holds out a hand to you and smiles wider, those dimples growing impossibly deeper. “I have a surprise for you.”

You look down at his offered hand. You haven’t known Namjoon for very long. You met him only about a month ago when he first started volunteering at the Pokémon Center you work at.

You remember his first day there, how you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes from wandering over to him whenever the two of you were in the same room. How you couldn’t help but go a bit soft when you saw the way he handled each Pokémon with such care and tenderness, how he’d speak so gently to them, how they would visibly relax at his soothing words.

He was nice to you from the get-go. The two of you would exchange playful banter and joke around quite a bit. It was obvious you liked each other and you wanted to address it, but at the same time you were so worried that he was just one of those guys that’s nice to everyone and to say anything would just make things awkward. It was a relief when he finally broke down and asked for your number. You gave it to him maybe a little too eagerly but luckily for you, he thought your excitement was cute—and you blushed when he said as much.

But here he is now, that gentle smile on his handsome face, his eyes sparkling, his hand held out to you and you can’t help but feel intrigue and excitement bubbling up inside you. Even if it weren’t for your overpowering curiosity, what kind of person would pass up the opportunity to ride on the back of a Dragonite? And a giant one nonetheless. These are your last thoughts as you shyly reach up to place your hand in his and smile back at him. His hand is so warm wrapped around yours and so solid as he tugs you toward the giant Pokémon behind him.

You watch as Namjoon climbs back up onto it then he reaches down and you wrap your fingers around his wrist. He grips your own wrist and pulls hard. You can’t help the squeal that escapes as he pulls you up so easily with just his one arm. You scramble up, being careful where you place your feet so you don’t accidentally step on the joint where the wings connect to the dragon Pokémon’s back as you settle down behind Namjoon. He still has ahold of your one hand and now you reach around with the other to join it with the first.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Dragonite as big as this one,” you say. He feels so warm and solid in your arms even through both of your coats.

“I rescued it when it was still just a Dratini from that lab on Cinnabar Island.”

“I’ve heard of that place,” you say. “They do some pretty awful stuff there to Pokémon, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon utters and you can hear the anger in his voice. “I’m not sure what they did to it but it was already bigger than any Dratini I’d ever seen before. And I knew that wasn’t normal and that I needed to get it out of there. Luckily, there doesn’t seem to be any other negative effects from whatever they did to it.” Namjoon pats the Pokémon on the head again, eliciting another happy, echoing moan from it.

“You’re amazing,” you utter and immediately feel your cheeks turn red. Did you really just say that out loud?

Namjoon turns his head so he can see you out of the corner of his eye and his cheek lifts in another dimpled grin. “Nah,” he says. “I just try to be a good person, you know?”

You nod and the two of you sit in silence atop the Pokémon for several more moments.

“So, uh,” you finally say. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”

Namjoon perks up. “Oh right,” he says and gives his Dragonite two firm pats on its neck. The Dragonite shifts, dipping its head low and unfolding its wings from either side of you. Then with a hard push against the ground, it kicks up into the air and you squeal, clutching onto the boy in front of you for dear life.

He lets out a chuckle. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he assures you. “Just keep ahold of me and you won’t fall.”

“Will do,” you reply though you don’t think he can hear you over the wind whistling past your ears.

It’s a good thing you’re holding onto him so tightly because as soon as the Dragonite reaches an incredibly terrifying height—the city lights below you now looking more like stars than the actual ones above you—you remember reading that Dragonite can actually fly faster than the speed of sound. And just as you tighten your grip even more on Namjoon’s waist, the dragon Pokémon shoots forward, cutting through the night sky like a bullet. You grit your teeth and press your cheek against Namjoon’s back to keep the wind from stealing your breath away.

Much to your relief, it’s not long before you feel the Dragonite begin to slow down again and when it’s at last going at a more comfortable pace, you lift your head and peer around. It’s still kind of dark out but now the sky is more of a medium blue and the stars have disappeared. Nothing but ocean stretches for miles below you.

“Where are we?” you ask looking around confusedly.

“Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean,” Namjoon replies nonchalantly.

You nod slowly. “And why, exactly are we somewhere over the Pacific Ocean?”

The boy places his hands over your own. They’re much warmer than yours and suddenly you’re glad he told you to dress warmly because it is freaking freezing up there over the ocean. “Because I wanted to show you that,” he says then nods at the horizon in front of him.

You focus farther ahead, past Namjoon’s shoulders and over Dragonite’s head until your eyes land on the line where the ocean ends and the sky begins. At first, you can’t see much of a separation between the two similar shades of blue, but then a sliver of bright orange appears, awakening the sky, shooting streaks of lavender upward. Your breath catches as you watch in silent awe.

The sun rises faster than you thought it would, every inch it gains throwing different colors like buckets of paint across the sky. From dazzling pink to sherbet orange to marigold, and the ocean reflects them all back, the rising sun at the epicenter of this incredible masterpiece being created before you.

You feel tears spring to your eyes and you immediately feel like an absolute dork for being moved to tears by something like a sunrise but the sight along with the feeling of Namjoon’s thumbs rubbing circles across the back of your hand just sends your emotions into overdrive.

This is perfect.

This is perfect and you never want it to end. In a moment of impulsivity, you lean forward and rest your chin on Namjoon’s shoulder. The simple gesture feels so intimate in this silence and maybe he sees it as that too because you hear his breath hitch and his thumb freezes on your skin for a split second before continuing the motion. His own cheek rests against the side of your head and you sigh.

Too perfect.

[catharticdaydream]

no light above and there’s no hope below

description: crowley is feeling lost, so he finds himself talking to a mother he isn’t sure exists anymore. (song fic based on the song “home” from beetlejuice the musical!)

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in all his 6000 years, crowley never thought he’d find himself inside a church. 

well, except for one time, but that was to thwart nazis and save his angel. plus, he’d destroyed the church in the end, so the bad cancelled out the good, he thought.

but now, he found himself wanting to be in church- wanting the pain, reminding him exactly of who he was: an unforgivable demon. 

unforgivable. was he truly unforgivable? aziraphale didn’t seem to think so. 

aziraphale, his angel. crowley often found himself wondering if he’d known aziraphale before the fall. aziraphale felt like someone he’d known even before the Beginning, as if their souls were made of the same matter. 

burning feet carried him to a pew in the back, where he, for the first time in a very long time, began to pray. 

crowley didn’t remember much before his fall. he couldn’t remember what his name was, what heaven was like, what God looked like. but he remembered loving Her. he can’t remember if She ever loved him back. most days, it was easier to think that She didn’t, that She had hated him from the Beginning. some days, however, crowley needed to pretend that She was as his angel described Her, a loving mother who had a plan for all of Her children, even the fallen ones. 

today was one of those days. 

“mama, i could use some help here, tired of talking to myself here...down in hell, you don't exist, so here i am in the abyss,” crowley prayed, his eyes closed as he tried to ignore the awful burning beginning to spread up his legs. he wasn’t sure how long a demon could survive in a church. he took a deep breath, opening his eyes and looking around for a moment. he wasn’t sure was he was expecting, a flash of bright light, maybe? he tried not to be disappointed, what did he expect? he was a demon after all. 

“are you really in this place? it's like the emptiness of space. i could search for all eternity, and never see your face,” the demon lamented, realizing how true his statement truly was. no matter how hard he tried, and he truly did try, crowley could never remember what She looked like. even when aziraphale tried to describe Her, it was impossible for him to picture Her. crowley realized, in horror, that tears had begun to form in his eyes. 

swallowing his pride, crowley pleaded, “help me out, i'm lost without you.” 

crowley stood up from the pew, looking around at the dark and empty cathedral. he found himself thinking about aziraphale, as he usually did. there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t think about the angel, even when he had slept for centuries each and every one of his dreams was about him. ever since aremgeddon’t, crowley had felt like he was falling all over again, like aziraphale was his source of gravity and he was tumbling at light speed down to the earth. 

for thousands of years crowley had tiptoed around his feelings for aziraphale. but now, well, they were on their own side. thats what crowley had said, that night on the bench, wasn’t it? the night aziraphale grabbed his hand on the bus back to london- something which they hadn’t yet discussed. 

their own side. 

what side was crowley ever on? good, bad, was anything ever so black and white? crowley had never been able to make sense of any of his feelings, now more than ever, and to be honest- he was desperate. desperate to understand what he was feeling, why he was feeling it. maybe that was why he had decided to come to the church- desperation.

“standing, stuck on this impossible road- no idea which way to go! whichever path i choose i lose, you know! and i don’t know which way’s home!” crowley had never felt like he was truly good or truly evil. falling for asking questions- crowley didn’t believe that wanting answers meant he was made of pure evil. in fact, didn’t that make him good? wanting to know what was going to happen so he could make the best choice? 

“You always saw life as a game, but since You left, it sucks to play! i'm beaten up and bruised, confused by rules that alter every day- where to next?” walking up the aisle, his burning legs went numb, and he found that it was more bearable. was that Her? or was that just his physical body’s way of telling him he didn’t have much time left? 

crowley didn’t come to the church with the intention to spill the inner workings of his heart to a Mother who he wasn’t even sure was his anymore. still, standing in front of the empty church, he felt like the words were coming out of his mouth faster than he was able to think- as if his soul was finally ready to tell Her everything that needed to be said. 

“You left but i'm still standing! spinning on this infinite road, terrified of letting You go! no light above and there's no hope below- and i don't know which way's home!” 

home. where was crowley’s home? it certainly wasn’t heaven anymore, and he would never call hell anything remotely close to a home. his flat in mayfair...maybe? but still, it didn’t seem to fit the word- home. when he thought of that word, only aziraphale came to mind, but that was stupid, a home wasn’t a person, a home was somewhere that made you feel warm, and loved, and-

oh. 

oh.

how stupid he had been. 

aziraphale was his home. always had been, always will be. what did he do, now that he had this information? crowley felt terrified, more vulnerable than he had in years- even more so than when he came face to face with the devil himself. perhaps that was because when that had happened, he had had his angel, his home, next to him, giving him strength. now, he was alone- no one but his thoughts. and, crowley hoped in the deepest part of his heart, God. 

he needed to find aziraphale and tell him everything that he had been holding in his heart for all those years- all the feelings that were pouring out of him, feelings that he didn’t even know he was capable of feeling. they were overwhelming, and crowley suddenly became aware that the pain of holding his feelings in for even a second more would be more painful than standing on the holiest, most consecrated ground. 

but how did you express feelings you didn’t even know how to feel? 

crowley was terrified. 

“Ma, i've got my heart in my hand! speak to me and i'll understand- one little word to know i'm not alone! and show me the way back home! is there a way back home?” what happened if aziraphale didn’t reciprocate his feelings? what if the feelings that, to the demon, were so overwhelming, choking him, threatening to rip him apart at the seams, were simply fun and games to the angel? what would happen if crowley gave himself away only to have the angel give him back?

surely crowley wouldn’t survive that. it would be more painful than being doused with the holiest water. 

“the nothingness ahead of me…. is this the end You meant for me? every living minute, there's no home without him in it!” 

crowley remembered falling. he remembered what it felt like, to have his grace ripped from him. he could never forget the way it felt to have his wings burn off, to have everything he ever believed in gone in a moment. 

but how he was feeling now? the torment of the back and forth? it was as if he was falling all over again. 

“i’m falling! quit stalling! Your angel is calling Your name! i've burned all my bridges, end game!” 

he didn’t feel any pain anymore, crowley realized. no pain in his legs, no burning in his feet and chest. in fact- the pain in his chest was replaced by a different feeling- a lightness he hadn’t felt since-

since…?

crowley turned around. 

“Mama?” crowley asked softly, taking a step forward, towards the bright, blinding light in front of him. “Mom?” 

“raphael- crowley. my child,” God smiled softly, extending an arm out to crowley. 

“You came?” crowley asked, decidedly not caring about the fact that his voice sounded like a lost toddler. 

“i heard you.”

“i don’t- i didn’t think You took calls from demons,” crowley said, casting his eyes to the ground. 

“oh, my child. you are so much more than a demon,” She said. 

“You left me!” crowley shot back. “cast me out! if i’m more than a demon, why did you let that happen?” he cried.

“oh, crowley, i love you so, so much. casting you out was one of the hardest thing i’ve ever done. but surely you understand now, don’t you? i had to send you home.”

crowley was taken back. home. She sent him home. 

home, to aziraphale. 

“You sent me to him. to aziraphale,” crowley whispered. in response, she smiled. 

“i have to go now, crowley. i hope that one day, you find it within yourself to forgive me,” God said softly. 

“i forgive you, Mom, i-” crowley cried out, hopelessly as Her light began to fade. “i don't wanna forget You! i promise, i'm never gonna forget You!”

crowley ran down the aisle of the church, only one goal in mind. his fear, the pain, everything was gone. all the feelings he was terrified to let himself feel felt far away now, the only thing he could think about was aziraphale. 

angel. 

home. 

“i’m gonna go back home! aziraphale, it won’t be so bad! i'm messy but you’re all that i have- i'll make the best of being flesh and bone!”

turning back to look at the church, the place which he had once so detested, had become the place that he would always remember as the place that helped him find his home. 

“Mama, i'm going home! yeah, Mama, i'm going home!” 

crowley didn’t even bother with the bentley. no, instead, he found himself running straight to his home. or maybe he was flying. he would never be able to be sure. 

“Mama, i’m going home!” 

stopping in front of aziraphale’s shop, he didn’t feel any fear. instead, he felt only hope for the future he would share with aziraphale. 

with his angel.

home. 

pushing the door open, crowley let out one more prayer. this time, a prayer of thanks. a prayer of new beginnings. 

he stepped inside.

“angel, i'm coming home!”

THE END.

[glisteningbones]

why not next talk about my trip to the psych ward

This is also a long story, and a fun one!

So skipping to the hospital:

I was locked in a fucking room, and the lady was like “you need to take off all your clothes and put on the gown.

Well bitch, I’m still having a panic attack and I’m not just gonna get naked. So like, it took a while but eventually after threatening to get security (who was literally just some old dude, so YUCK. Even though I could have easily broken him I didn’t want more cops because I fucking hate police) I managed to get the gown on. It was BULLSHIT too because they were like “oh yea its so you arent hiding any sharp objects” like BITCH YOU METAL DETECTS AND FRISKED ME BEFORE I ENTERED and in ADDITION I can easily hide shit in this gown you dumbass” so that pissed me off. So then like, I had to pee like 20 times that night, each time I had to be escorted by a guy who looked a lot like my friend Glenn from when I worked at DOminos pizza. So then like, I watched the Home Shopping network, which I ADAMANTLY referred to as “the history and science network” and corrected anyone that asked what I was watching. so then ya know, they took my blood, I saw Jesus because she missed the vein and sucked out my actual power levels (which I’m SURE was the point, to weaken me) and I was being a little ham, making jokes, etc. Anyways, my dad was there the whole time and it was annoying because I hate him and he wouldnt leave. SO then like, this WEIRD dude would come in and be like “hey so what we doin” and I’d say “thats YOUR job cowboy” and shoo him away. idk I was nuts. 

So cowboy comes back in and is like “alright the paramedics are on their way” and then these 2 dudes come in. And let me tell you, this part SUCKED. I had to pee AGAIN, but they strapped me into the bed with wheels and took me into the truck. I fell asleep in the struck and had a huge boner because I had to pee (don’t ask because idk) so it was weird. But then I GOT to the second hospital and let me tell you this is where shit went down:

I get airlocked in, and this BIG dude who I SWEAR claimed he wanted to be called Santa Claus comes out from “The Island” and is like “alright here’s your room” and I finally got to piss. But I needed a door, so....

Theres these like, weird “painting” things that we used as doors for the bathrooms. We couldnt have real doors because we were dangerous suicide kids. So like, I didnt KNOW this though, I thought it was just a bathroom painting. I was fully ready to rip this fucking painting off the wall, and use it as a door. Thankfully, that’s what it was for. So I pee, go get my vitals taken by Bry(i?)an. Then, I get to order breakfast WHICH NEVER CAME BY THE WAY FUCK YOU SANTA. and the rest of my meals. I ordered light because I had no idea how this shit worked. Everyone was like “that’s all you want/?” like IDK HOW SHIT WORKS FOOL???

So heres a quick rundown of my experience:

The other kids were all younger, there was only like, maybe 2-3 other kids my age the whole time and I was there for like 5 days. 

One kid turned 18 while he was there, so he just left.

Some of the kids seemed to just LIVE there, which was a terrifying thought

every night we could watch movies, and we had a fucking blast with ratatouille.

The staff, for some reason, did NOT like it when we would get along. Like obviously they didnt want us to fight, but they were kinda pissy when we would be friendly and talk. 

You couldnt exchange contact info or touch anyone, like, no high fives (not even to staff) or anything.

Now for the people, or the characters, since they can’t be real, I don’t believe they exist and I fucking MET them:

Garion “Big Papa” (who was literally like, fuckin, 12? idk): Garion was the FIRST person I met when I got there. I sat next to him at Spiritual Session (watered down religion) and he kept saying shit like “You’re handsome, you’re gonna be mine” like a fucking prisoner claiming me as his bitch. Made me super uncomfortable and feel safe at the same time. Has quotes such as: “It’s over ashy legs, you’ll be my slave!” and “PREPARE FOR EL DRAGON!”

Eric: First thing I heard him say was “I ain’t tryna BE here” in a deep voice. From then on, he was a regular kid. Idk what the fuck was up with that

I forgot his name but he’s the one Garion called “Ashy Legs”: Kid was like, WHITE, like his skin was SO pale, but insisted his dad was black and he was black, therefore could say the N word. None of us cared enough to dispute it, and he was known for being aggressive so especially no reason to dispute it. Liked anime and video games though, was kinda cool I guess.

Jordan: idk she would never eat with us in the “dining hall” which was just the common room. Probably had some anxiety shit going on.

Little african american girl I forgot her name: Hated Blaze, that’s all I can really say about her. She seemed normal idk why she was there. She’d been there the whole time I was there, and I stayed like, the maximum average so.....

Blaze: dude this kid was NUTS. he was like, 12, first night in he SCREAMED and woke everyone the fuck up because he wouldnt like, calm the fuck down idk. No one would explain it that next morning. He was SO insufferable. Like, idk what his issues were but just as a person he was whiny and obnoxious. Like everyone else there was fucked up somehow and could hold a conversation or at least shut the fuck up. I get it I’m not being nice, but he arrived on the night of day 1 and was an ass the whole time, so I don’t really care. You try living with this kid for 4 fucking days in a locked up psych ward. 

THIS ONE TINY KID THAT WAS SO INTENSE: Ok so when I talk about the Psych Ward I usually forget him because he was so small, but this kid like, would NOT talk, and SHIT himself constantly. He was SO small but was clearly like, a bit older. Younger than Garion and them but still not like, a baby idk. I’d say maybe 7??? Anyways, he would shit like, everywhere, and would rarely be let out of his room to do things. I rarely saw him thankfully because he would just, shit, everywhere. 

everyone else was normal. A lot of people were only there for like, a day or so

I also got credit for going to school, and all I had to do was some EASY like, 1st grade level shit. It was a breeze.

The food was good, like, REALLY good.

I also really fell into my depression at times though, and really got into my whole “not having a good mom” thing. Like my mom is better than some out there, but both my parents are just in general shit, like actually. If you’d heard about them like my like, close friends have and heard shit directly from them you’d get it. Anyways, there were a lot of female nurses and I just got reminded how shitty my mom was. I almost asked one of the nurses to sing to me at night, but that would have been weird so I didn’t (like, REALLY weird)

So yea I mean there was a LOT of stuff, and I can always post updates as I remember and care. I wrote it all down in discord somewhere when it happened, but it was like 5 full days. Later I’ll write down everything I saw on the way back, when I forgot my school supplies because my retard dad brought them

[justwritingscibbles]

Alpha-Dad

Inspired by this moodboard of Werewolf!Chase by @familyof6art 

Hope you enjoy!! 

Also I saw around that one of the kids name is Grayson. And I think thats really cute. So I’m sticking with that name and also Mae as the second kid. And thank you to @some-dark-side-writing for proof reader the draft.

Warnings: blood, bits of flesh

“See! I told you! There are always after credits clips.” Grayson exclaimed, which was probably the fourth time after you left the theatre. He burst out into the fresh air and pretended to do a victory dance on the side walk. 

“Ok, ok! I get it. You’re right and I was wrong.” Mae muttered irritably. She was rugged up against the night air. Wrapping her scarf around her neck as Grayson beamed smugly. 

You chuckled as the two bickered. Glad they could have a little normalcy. It was the first time you’ve seen them this relaxed in a while. Even with tonight; they were acting like normal siblings. 

You sighed and looked up at the sky. It was cloudy tonight, you noted. But the grey cover was thin enough to let the moon’s light filter through in streams of silver. You used to think a full moon was beautiful. But now it was still pretty, but with a side serving of uncertainty. Feeling a tug on your coat, you tore your gaze away from the sky to Mae’s soft smile. 

“I thought you promised Dad you wouldn’t worry.” She said. Her big eyes bringing out another chuckle from you. 

Damn this girl caught on quick. 

“Just like your, Dad. Nothing gets past you.” You tapped her nose playfully and shrugged. “I know I promised. I got through the movie, didn’t I?” 

“I saw you checking your phone every half an hour.” Grayson butted in. Stuffing his hands in his pockets and sharing his sister’s reassuring smile. “Dad will be fine. He’s managed before without someone looking after him.”  

Some part of you wanted to protest. To run home and check on Chase. But you did promise all three of them that you would try to stay unfazed and certain in Chase’s independence. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry for being such a worry-wart.” You frowned when the siblings laughed. “Hey! What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing. Nothing.” Mae tried to hide her smile. But was beaten by another set of giggles. “Ok. Dad told us that he thinks it’s cute when you do that.” 

“Do what?” You asked but Grayson shrugged. His lips tightly locked. “You two are going to tell me. Or else I won’t buy you ice-cream.” 

The two shared mocking gasps of horror. Grayson started to make his lips tremble while Mae huffed and crossed her arms.  “Fine. Then we’ll tell Dad you were begging us to come home. Crying and on your knees.” 

It was your turn to gasp in shock. “Why you little trolls!” 

Grayson and Mae giggled at your use of an insult. And it wasn’t long till you were laughing along with them.  You could never be mad at these kids. They were sweet and kind. The first introduction had been a train-wreck.  After accompanying Chase to a custody case interview to act as support, you had the very bad luck of running into Stacy. First seeing the kids and Chase had almost been in tears as they ran over to him. You respectfully stepped aside. Letting Chase get as much time in before the wicked witch herself appeared. And unfortunately, it had been an explosion of confrontation between you and that wretched woman.  Firstly, keeping the kids away from Chase even when he had set visiting dates. Sending horrible messages to him and even threatening him!  It was unacceptable and you had, had enough of her antics. 

So, on the day you officially met Mae and Grayson, their ears had already been chewed off from their mother. Grayson had once mumbled an apology to you about how you had been treated.  And Mae was terrified of you for the first few visits.  It had taken months to cultivate even a spoken ‘thank you’ from Mae. And now, you were out on a movie night with them. Laughing and swapping banter like a family. 

“Hey, uh (y/n)... do you think we can go home early?” Grayson seemed to be lost in thought after the three of you got ice-cream. You were about to take them to a late-night arcade for some last minute action before going home. 

“Oh, sure! Is everything ok?” You asked, laying a concerned hand on Grayson’s shoulder. 

Grayson glanced up at the sky before turning a silent answer to you.  You smiled and squeezed his shoulder gently. “Alright. We can head home. Come on, Mae. I’ll take you tomorrow ok?” 

Mae, who you could tell was already drowsy and ready to crash, nodded and took your hand. Letting you guide her onto the road and cross safely towards your car. 

“Oh no.” Grayson whispered. His eyes blown wide at the sight before him. The flipped couch, the numerous claw marks on the wall and most worrying, the shredded paper scattered throughout the house. “H-How did Dad get out? We locked the door!” 

“Shh, stay quiet.” You hushed Grayson’s tone a little. “Don’t wake Mae. See if you can find him while I put your sister to bed.” 

Grayson glanced at Mae; sound asleep in your arms. Her head resting on your shoulder as you supported her legs around your waist. You would have felt bad waking her up just after she fell asleep in the car. She was too adorable and you were glad she was asleep. Chase didn’t need all three of you worrying over him. 

Grayson picked his way through the mess. Tiptoeing over the shards of wood and paper before disappearing into the kitchen.  You heard Grayson softly calling for his father as you climbed the stairs to the kid’s bedroom. The poor girl was out cold. And it took some skill to get her boots off without waking her. But you were very sure she was very deep in slumber. Mae didn’t even stir as you tucked her into bed. Pushing back her hair and murmuring ‘good night’.  Stalling by her bed to turn on the night light before turning to leave. 

“(Y/N)! DAD GOT OUT!” Grayson’s panicked cry had you sprinting through the house to the backdoor.  Grayson stood by the broken doorway. Shivering as he called out for his Dad into the darkness.  You stepped outside and looked around the yard. The sensor light burst to life and you felt your stomach drop with dread.  A dark patch of red stained the ground. A fallen bat, broken in two, lay in the torn up garden. And the fence, leading to the park behind your home, was broken. Like a bull hard charged into it.  You felt Grayson come up beside you, clutching your arm tightly, when a loud, sickening scream echoed from somewhere nearby.

“Grayson, go inside and stay with your sister. Call Henrik and Marvin.” You nudged the boy towards the house.  He shot one last glance at you and his face paled of color. 

“(Y/N) behind you!” His shrill scream was enough to give you a guess as to what was behind you. 

You turned slowly. Keeping your hands open and in sight at all times as you came face to face with Chase.  He was full wolf. Something you haven’t seen in a long time. Normally, Chase would grow fur and his fangs would grow through his gums. Maybe add a few inches to his body and have a more beastly look to him.  But tonight, something had upset Chase to the point of leaving all humanity behind. He had grown a full foot through the transformation. With thick dark fur and claws that made knives look like blunt. In this state, the only hint of a person inside this body of supernatural muscle, was the bright blue eyes. Watching you with a glow of uncertainty.  Chase crouched down in front of you. His ears perked forwards as his claws brushed against your hand. 

“What happened, Chase?” You asked. Your gaze fixed on the blood around his muzzle. “H-How did you get out?” 

Chase didn’t answer. It was foolish of you to try and get a reply. Chase only responded to simple commands. Even then, he was a beast. Not a pet. 

A sound behind the two of you startled Chase. His ears pressed back against his head and he growled a warning. It was quickly cut off when Grayson fell back in shock. Having accidentally kicked a piece of wood, he apologised profusely and you placed a hand on Chase’s chest. Soothingly stroking through his fur as you murmured soft words. 

“It’s just Grayson. It’s ok, Chase.” You did this till Chase’s gaze was set back on you. Given the chance, Grayson scrambled to his feet and ran into the house. You heard him shut the bedroom door and you breathed a sigh of relief knowing he was away from Chase. Now you could focus on keeping Chase calm.

The blue in his eyes was flaked with amber from the change. But it was a sign that he was slowly coming back to earth. You were glad he returned home, but you might have to go looking for whatever (or whoever) he killed. “Come on. I think you need to go to bed.” 

Chase huffed and looked back to the broken fence. Licking his lips as he sniffed the air. You tugged gently on his fur, moving your hand to his giant one and leading him inside.  It was a miracle Chase had the sense to squeeze and wriggle into the house. He had already damaged most of the furniture. And the walls were scratched and dented in places. 

“Honestly, Chase. We might have to get you an outside bunker or something.” You muttered in exasperation. This all meant there was more work to be done and more money to go back into repairs. You had just fixed the porch from last time!! 

Chase whimpered softly and nuzzled your arm. Leaving a red smear there as he did.  You tried not to think too much of it, he was trying to apologise Sensing your worry and anger.  You smiled a small grin and scratched the tip of his nose. “I think you need to be cleaned up first.” 

Leading Chase down into the basement, you made note of all the repairs you’d need to do. You were already strained for money as it is. But this was definitely going to put a hole in your wallet.  Once Chase was downstairs, and on the king-sized bed on the floor, you grabbed a bucket and cloth. Filling it with water and crouching by Chase’s curled up form to start cleaning his muzzle.  Already half asleep, Chase let you wet his muzzle with no fuss. His half closed eyes watching your every move as you went back and forth from the sink. Emptying the red water down the drain and getting a fresh cloth. Once you got his muscle semi-clean, you started on his hands. His claws had bits of fabric caught on the tips. Blood soaked his fur and it took all of your self-control not to puke up the popcorn and ice-cream after peeling some flesh from his claws. 

“God I hope whoever this was, was at least not linked to us.” You knew it was a horrible thing to say. But you couldn’t have Chase in anymore trouble. Stacy was throwing up a storm about Chase being late to a few visits. And her lying bitch-ass had spread horrible rumours. If Chase was roped in as a suspect to a murder, it would be all downhill. Not to mention the bat in the garden, the blood and the massive hole in the fence. There were so many questions. So many pieces of evidence you’d need to remove by tomorrow morning. 

Feeling Chase’s hand grow heavier, you looked over at him and found his eyes fully closed. Heavy breaths caused his chest to rise and fall in steady, but rumbling snores.  You carefully laid his hand back on the bed and took the water to the sink to be emptied. You would deal with the bloody sheets tomorrow. But right now, you needed to clean up after Chase. 

Somewhere near 8 o’clock, Chase woke to a police siren whirring somewhere in the area. The piercing sounds made him groan in annoyance and stuff a pillow over his head.  To a normal person, they would not be able to hear it. But to him, it was like an annoying buzzing fly.  Growling, Chase threw down the pillow and got up. Slipping on the pair of pj shorts you had left the night before. Kicking back the sheets as he did. Chase didn’t notice the red that stained the bed, but the stench of blood was strong enough to make him panic. 

“GRAYSON? MAE? (Y/N)! WHERE-” Chase sprinted upstairs. Calling out for his children and you in his terrified panic.  But he was harshly shushed by Mae as he burst into the living room. His body sagged in relief to seeing all three of his loved ones safe and sound.  However, seeing you limp against the coffee table caused him to frown. He stepped closer. The reeking odour of chemicals made his nose curl in disgust. 

“We think she cleaned everything up last night.” Grayson whispered. Having laid a blanket over your shoulders and moving the cleaning materials away from your hands. “We came home to a big mess... and also some...” Grayson glanced at Mae, unsure if he should continue. But Chase didn’t need him to say anything. He could put the pieces together. And the memories from last night, even though they were foggy, were together enough for him to make sense of them. 

“Gray, could you make Mae some breakfast? I’m gonna put, (y/n) to bed.” Chase ruffled Grayson’s hair affectionately. Briefly making sure his hand was free of blood before doing so.  The boy nodded and ushered Mae into the kitchen. Which smelt strongly of bleach and soap. But it was clean at least.  Chase crouched down beside you and slid his arms under your body. Easily carrying you up the stairs and into your bedroom. 

“Do you remember who it was?” Your voice came as a surprise to Chase. Your eyes fighting sleep to open and look at Chase as he nodded. A flash of amber glinting across his eyes. 

“Stacy’s boyfriend came to visit. Brought a bat too. He didn’t get a chance to explain why before I tore into him.” Chase didn’t like the memory that flashed across his mind.  The blood and the warmth it’s splatter brought. The heavy crack of the bat landing against his snout and the side of his head. You haven’t said anything, but Chase could feel the bruise that coloured his right eye. 

“Do you remember anything else?” You asked. Chase breathed a heavy breath. Setting you down on the blankets of your bed and tucking you under the blankets. The last thing he remembered was the bat breaking between his jaws and the sensation of his talon tearing into the man’s arm.

“No. Nothing else.” Chase sat by your waist and hid his face behind his hands. “I’m done. They’re gonna find the body and-”

“Shh, no it’s ok.” You were quick to try and comfort Chase. Despite your fatigue, you sat up and wrapped your arms around Chase. “When it comes to our door, we’ll deal with it. But right now, the gossip is that a pack of dogs killed someone. They don’t know who it is.” 

Chase gripped his hair tight. Almost to the point of ripping it out of his scalp.  “But (y/n)-” 

“Grayson and Mae know what you are and they still love you. Even if you are torn away from them, they won’t blame you. Nothing that they hear or told will alter that ok?” You rubbed his arms and wrapped him up in a tight hug. Feeling his body tremble as he held back a distressed sob. “I promise everything will be alright. Breath, Chase. Breath.” 

In. Out. In. Out.

Chase followed your breathing checks until he was calm enough to return your embrace. The two of you stayed like that for a moment. Letting one another lean on each other and soaking up the silence. Until Chase spoke. His voice a deep growl against your shoulder. 

“He wanted to hurt me. Hurt you.” You tightened your hold on Chase as he shifted to hold you better. “He was drunk, I think. The bat... I don’t want to think about it. But he said something about Stacy... and how she was better with me dead.” 

Your hands balled into fists. But you had to stay calm. For Chase. For the kids. 

“He’s gone now. And your only worry is keeping yourself and the kids safe. They need you-” 

“And you.” Chase rumbled. “I’m going to keep you safe too. Mae and Grayson need you as well. You’ve been an amazing step-parent. Despite what you think. And... I can’t thank you enough. For helping me.” 

You smiled and squeezed Chase. Burrowing your face in the crook of his neck as he nuzzled your temple. His breath fanning over your cheek as he pressed a gentle kiss into your hair.  “Now. You get some rest, and I’ll bring you some food later.” You chuckled when Chase hinted at his “dad” voice. Releasing you after one final tight embrace and tucking the blankets back around you. 

“Sweet dreams, (y/n).” Chase murmured. Flashing you a warm smile as he closed the door.