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[mrsnazariowrites]

Pandemonium

The Edge of the World: Chapter 19

Perfect Match AU - Damien x MC

Supporting lyrics are from Within Temptation’s song- Dangerous.

Rating: M, Word Count: ~ 1780

Summary: Backed into a corner, there is a nasty surprise in store . . . but for who?

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It's dangerous to sacrifice,

It makes your blood run to throw the dice

It's dangerous, it's what you like

It's what you'll fight for to live this life

As soon as Harley grabbed Maya, everyone sprung to action. Damien had pursued them, but before anyone else could follow, Cecile's guards charged at them from all sides. In spite of that, the group was holding their own surprisingly well.

Hayden, Dames, and Steve  formed a protective ring around their friends, taking the brunt of the guards swarming them, and tasing whoever they could. With their superior strength as their biggest advantage, they stood their ground and flanked the guards at their respective sides. Sometimes they switched to grabbing at any that tried to sneak up on their friends, tossing them into the walls of nearby cargo containers. 

Sloane hung back with Nadia, clutching Dipper as she looked for some means of escape. "They're coming in from all sides!" Sloane exclaimed. "There has to be something we can do!"

There was a grunt nearby as Alana tossed a guard into a  pile of boxes. She stood in front of them, knocking down any who got too close. "Yeah," She panted, maintaining her defensive posture. "Any chance you can convert your friend's arm into a sonic cannon or something?"

"No, Matches aren't designed for that!"

"Well we need one!"

A large foghorn sounded from a distance. Sloane looked in the direction it came from and felt her heart sink.

A moderately sized boat was approaching the docks. Not too far behind was a larger ship, floating further out. "Oh no," she said. “The ship’s here." That got everyone else's attention and they began to falter. Was this it for them? 

Noticing their deflated expressions, the guards slowly stopped their assault and looked in the same direction. A smirk appeared on the face of one of the more aggressive guards. "Perfect timing. Surround them, now!" At his command, the guards began to group up, closing in on them. 

Sloane and Nadia were holding each other's hands, shrinking back behind Steve as they tried to quell the fear rising in them. Steve grabbed a pallet and lashed out, knocking a few of the guards away. "Back off!" He snarled. "I won't let you hurt them!"

Suddenly, Dames doubled over, a pained gasp escaping him. 

Hayden caught him before he could fall. "Dames?! What happened?" He watched in alarm as Dames clutched at his chest, groaning as his eyes glossed over.

"No, Dames! Not now, please not now!" Nadia shook him roughly despite his taller build. "We need- hey, get off me!" She recoiled from a guard reaching to grip her arm. Steve lunged at the guard manhandling his girlfriend, but several tasers were already pointed at him before he could get close. Hayden tried to balance between supporting Dames and swinging at anyone coming near him, but it was futile. 

Sloane rushed to help, only to be stopped by a pair of arms grabbing hers and locking them behind. She looked around, panicked, as the crowd parted for Cecile. 

Cecile strode towards the struggling group. "You’ve got guts, Sloane. I’ll give you that.” The sarcasm was evident in her tone. "But you've lost. You're outnumbered. Now give up, before I consider adding to the list of charges I have against you. It already looks like a novel as is." She took another two steps forward, sneering. "If it’s any consolation, there’s someone I plan for you to meet. You’re in for quite the reunion."

Sloane knew exactly who she was referring to and a sense of deja vu overcame her - a terrible memory that was stirring an unusual anger within her - all it took was that condescending tone and now in lieu of fear, she was seeing red.

Four years she'd worked under her, went along with policies that defied everything she believed in - a fact that was more apparent with everything new she'd been discovering about Eros lately - all because she'd been too scared to stand up for what she believed in.

Clenching her fists, Sloane glared fiercely at Cecile. "So charge me," she hissed.

Cecile smug expression froze for a second. “Excuse me?”

"You're a terrible boss and a terrible person, Cecile! At this point, jail is better than ever working with you again!"

"Hmph. You're really not the same person I recruited four years ago.” She cocked her head to the side, smiling thoughtfully. “Rowan wasn't kidding when he praised Match #109's success." Then she nodded to the guards. "Cuff them and get them to the boat. I bet Harley’s rounding up the others right now."

Everyone braced themselves for the inevitable . . . a pin drop silence followed.

When nothing happened, she whirled around to face the head guard. "Do I need to repeat myself? Get them!"

And then to everyone’s shock, he twitched in place and slumped to the floor. 

BANG! And another guard went down.

Cecile nearly dropped her tablet as she looked around wildly. "What the hell?!" The guards manning the docks were gone. One of them was being tossed overboard by a young blonde woman.

The woman turned in their direction, locking eyes with Cecile, then with Hayden. "Now!" She yelled, without missing a beat.

And just like that, the docks erupted into pandemonium. Out of nowhere, several other people jumped out from behind the surrounding cargo containers and charged towards Cecile’s battalion. 

The group watched, flabbergasted, as guards were picked up and tossed aside with impressive strength. Any blows coming their way were blocked and countered with ease while also protecting their comrades in an obviously coordinated effort. 

Hayden looked between the newcomers and Cecile as he tried to remember if he’d seen them before. The young woman who'd ordered the attack came into view and he felt a peculiar twitching sensation in his head. 

"Is it just me or do some of them look familiar?" Sloane piped in. 

Hayden watched the woman closely, more curious now. “I don’t know, where could-" Suddenly, the woman appeared in front of him.

"Hayden Young?"

He perked up at that. She mentioned my name first, not my serial number. "Um . . . yes?"

"My name is Hailey." She said, "We're here to help you."

He felt Nadia move beside him, but then held out his arm, stopping her as he watched the woman hesitantly. From the way they'd first targeted the docks and were now making their way through the quagmire of guards, it was clear that this planned attack was against Eros.

What wasn’t clear was the who or why of this scenario. 

Or whether this was all another trick.

"Prove it."

The woman reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder. Hayden noticed a haze of white in the corner of his vision and before he knew it, an image of a control room flashed before his eyes. 

The light blue computer lights gave the area a futuristic glow. In the middle was a flat table with metal straps hanging down the sides; human figures lined the walls of the room. Their closed eyes then opened one by one.

"Intruder . . . Intruder."

There was another flash of white and then- 

“Go, Maya! Take the others and run! We’ll hold them off! Once you’re clear, we’ll head to the generators and give Eros your regards.”

Hayden blinked rapidly as his vision cleared. When he looked back up, the blonde woman was still standing there, smiling at him.

"Remember me, now?"

"Wait, what?!" Hayden blinked in surprise. The woman hadn’t moved her mouth but he’d heard her voice nonetheless. "What- how are you doing that?"

"Sloane linked our minds so we’d stop doing Eros’ bidding remember?" The woman actually spoke out loud this time. 

"Oh . . . I see. We did something similar with Dames. So you can see everything I see."

"Kind of. But more of that, later. We have to get moving."

Just hearing that felt like a huge weight was being lifted off his chest. Then he turned to his friends who were still watching, confused. 

"They’re the Matches we freed from the Arctic!" Hayden exclaimed. "The army Eros tried to turn on us."

Nadia let out a cry of relief. "Well what are we waiting for?! Haul ass everyone! We have to find Damien and Maya!"

At that, Dames tugged at Hayden's shirt, having managed to recover from his episode. "I'll go, I know where they are." He said, still clutching at his chest. "The rest of you go with Hailey. You'll be safe with her people."

"By yourself?" Hayden looked to his friends, then back at Dames again and shook his head. "No, I'm coming with you. If Harley tries to pull another fast one, you'll need backup."

"Whatever you do, make it quick." Hailey said curtly. She pointed in the direction of several other Matches that passed by, carrying heavy crates. "We can't stick around here for long."

Hayden glanced at the crates and had a slight idea of what they were planning to do. "Got it. Just focus on getting everyone else out of here."

Not needing to be told twice, Alana rushed ahead with Steve, Nadia and Sloane following closely behind her. Hailey led them along, quickly dispatching anyone who tried to flank them. Soon enough, they got closer to the edge where a small lifeboat was waiting for them . . . as was a very furious Cecile.

She had barely recovered from her shock and was looking wildly between her guards and these newcomers; her hair and clothes now frazzled from being caught up in the chaos around her. She began typing frantically into her tablet, simultaneously yelling orders and demanding to know what was going on. It was honestly comical to see someone who was usually so put-together falling completely apart.

At least it would be more-so if Sloane wasn’t equally angry at her for everything that had happened.

Cecile noticed them approaching and rounded on them. "You!" she pointed aggressively, shoulders quaking in rage. "You just wait, I'm gonna ruin your pathetic-"

Without a word, Sloane yanked the tablet from her hands and swung it back around, smacking it square across Cecile's face.

Everyone watched, astonished, as Cecile lost her balance and tipped over the edge of the docks, landing unceremoniously in the murky waters below where she was soon entangled by the vines and algae. 

"Jesus, Sloane . . ." Nadia gaped at Sloane, who shared her expression.

A slight smirk spread on Alana's face. "You really are full of surprises, Glasses."

"I . . . don't know where that came from." Sloane said shakily. "But it felt good."

Hailey looked like she was about to say something else, but then just smiled and gestured to the boat. "After you . . ."

We're going on and we'll never stop

We're going on till the worlds collide

It’s dangerous, dangerous, so dangerous

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[citroncynique]

bad dreams in the night

[sparingiscaring]

Mind and Body

BAL Hunter OC and The Vake - 1k Words

So... I went a little insane and wrote a thing about my Hunter, and their relationship with the Vake! It's midnight as of writing and posting this, so forgive the lack of proofreading.

Concept- The BAL PC experiences something of the Vake's mind, with Black Wing's Absinthe. How far can that connection go? And what would happen when lines between self and other blur, as a result?

Somedays, Wadiya wondered if she might have been the Vake’s friend, in another life. In another body. In another place, time, space.

Similarity made them question something so impossible.

It always came when drops of black-wing absinthe dripped from their lips, memories of flight and slaughter and the feeling of flesh beneath her claws. In that state, when she saw through the Vake’s eyes, they were her’s- and it caused its own havoc in her body, before the effects of the serum faded away.

Wadiya hunted as it. Tore heads from shoulders, and flesh from stomachs and thighs and arms, and ate the meat of pathetic creatures below them on the chain, preythings, meatlings, small and weak and thrumming humming with blood and fear and delight and pain and more and more and more-

 Its thoughts guided her own; screaming, rambling, and raging and delighting in the carnage, in the freedom to take flight in this dark, damp cave, and to hunt.

Her body, too, hunted- fangs severed the spines of anything the beast controlling their body could hold down, could subdue enough to land a killing bite, from the measly L.B. to the neighbors who came to investigate the screaming. It wasn’t like Wadiya wasn’t conscious- no, they remembered everything their body did, but she simply was too focused on her own images of another life to pay attention to their own.

The Vake didn’t need an alibi, in its own body.

In Wadiya’s? It had given her one- a knife, simple and wrapped in leather, one that spoke to her brain with unbridled hatred and bloodlust when it touched her skin, dropped on her doorstep upon a return from Abbey Rock.

It was a simple thing, really. Grab the knife, and claim, when it was wrestled away from you, that Jack-of-Smiles made you do it. All of it. Every life taken by that rolling black venom thrumming through their veins, every splatter of blood on their face, every chunk of meat that filled their belly. The satiation of hunger. Of that most primal of urges.

 No one doubted such a story. No one could, when the knife would take them, when another would be deposited on their doorstep, another silent invitation to relax tonight with a special vintage, a special bottle of black absinthe that moved and crawled and rolled up the sides of the bottle and into their throat of it’s own voilition. And Wadiya didn’t care enough about the scandal that followed “becoming Jack” to complain to their…

What was it?

She was going to kill it one day. This wasn’t a friendship. This wasn’t a partnership. This was preparation. Planning. Stalking. Hunting.

Wadiya was going to hunt the Vake. To kill the Vake.

She popped open the bottle, and pressed the lip to hers. It crawled down her throat with an ease- it always tried to choke her, first. It never won.

Maybe it was too fond of this, to kill her in such a pathetic way.

Maybe it recognized her as worthy of hunting, too.

Not like it mattered. It was inevitable, for the thing to die by Wadiya’s hand. Not today. Not while she had bottles to spare, like this. Not when it wanted the hunt to continue like this, with that bottle and that knife on her doorstep before.

Wadiya smiled as its vision came in. A dark rooftop. Blood on their lips, their teeth. The wonderful taste of iron and meat. Long pig, she’d once heard it called. A distancing of the humanity.

Right now, Wadiya didn’t have any humanity to distance.

A light in a window, familiar. Wadiya had just lit that light.

It was down there. It was in their room, reclining on their couch, a dark bottle pressed to its lips. Wadiya licked their own clean of that blood- not time to end it, not yet. But a blow could be dealt. A warning made.

They could scar its body.

They could make it bleed.

Taste the meat. Taste the blood. Taste the carnage and rage in the Vake’s tiny body, cut it into ribbons on its teeth and spiral those strands around its claws and play with its pieces, cutting them smaller and smaller, until nothing but droplets of blood remained, until bones were picked clean and swallowed and returned to their rightful place, until-

Wadiya spread their wings, a living map of the sky above shining on the underside, and lept- and landed outside the windowsill, a complete, encompassing darkness of a shape. All except for their eyes. Brilliant, glowing, neon eyes. The could see it from the other body, the Vake’s- its eyes were Peligin, the color of Monster-Hunters, but hers were glowing.

Glowing, just like her wings.

Just like the blood on their claws, her snout, their fur- glowing in the light of the candle, from the window.

Tap, tap, tap on that glass.

And then that glass shattered, and Wadiya’s teeth were around the Vake’s throat  and blood poured, and the Vake’s claws were in their side, and its wings were punctured, and their wings poured blood from every rip, and Wadiya bit back, and blood poured and poured and poured.

Iron, in their mouth.

In its mouth. In hers. In theirs.

Not a death blow. Not trying to kill. But their minds called out to one another.

Meatsweet.

Rabbit.

Huntermine.

No one unlatched first. No one fled.

No one could do anything, because there was no one to be had.

Wadiya could never be friends with the Vake. Not in another time, or place, or body, or lifetime, no matter the circumstances. But that didn’t matter. Time, place, body, lifetime, nothing would help. Nothing would change.

Nothing could change.

A person could never truly befriend themself.

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[spookyfoxdreamer]

[sophiethewitch1]

What We Want Masterlist

In Which A Romantic Breaks The Universe.

(Yandere!batboys x f!reader)

SUMMARY

Another lonely birthday, another empty year. You miss your family. You're late for your bills and rent, and even then, you got robbed last Tuesday.

Still, you buy yourself a cupcake, because you need it. I mean, hey. What's dessert for if not to get over cheating boyfriends and dead relatives?

As you blow out the candle, watching the clock switch from 11:59 pm to midnight of the next day, you make a wish.

And because the world doesn't like to make much sense, it comes true. Your life is suddenly flipped on a dime, and you're stuck trying to catch up with it. Fantasy becomes reality. You're a Wayne now, apparently. Or you used to be. You're loved, you're rich, you're talented and powerful.

Well, sort of. Careful what you wish for, right?

GENERAL TRIGGER WARNINGS/THINGS YOU CAN EXPECT

18+ MDNI, SLOW BURN yandere, romantic yandere with the 4 robin boys, rest of the batfam aren't yandere but still care about you, reader is a girlfailure, ex-step siblings (the dead mother trope), reverse harem, healthy dosing of enemies to lovers, my stupid romance novel tropes, fem!reader and afab!reader, all romantic leads 18+, the graphic violence, death and other such triggers of the original series, attempted sexual assault (chpt. 3), themes of depression/suicide, family death, themes of poverty, alcohol, mentions of alcoholism, my own mix of canon because honestly the canon right now is embarrassing, atypical/soft yandere behaviour, fluff and angst, suggestive and eventual smut, an eventual shared darling/polyandry, SLOW/INCONSISTENT UPDATES (aiming for once a month)

0. - The Second Worst Birthday Ever 1. - Not Quite An Isekai 2. - First (Second) Introductions 3. - Dreams And... 4. - Nightmares Too 5. - Meet The Adams Family 6. - Round Two. Fight!

Word Count as of the Chapter 5: 30k

Series tag (anon asks, snippets, updates and actual chapters all included): #series:WWW

More important asks/FAQ

Question about the boys being romantic or platonic Another question about the boys being hesitant or not Question about Damian being platonic or yandere Questions about Bruce being platonic or yandere Important note about the ex-stepsis thing Future sneak peek ft. Dames being stupid Question about happy/sad ending Future sneak peek ft. Dick being stupid

Fanart! Please give everyone here lots of love, their work is amazing!

Tim's Introduction Jason's Introduction Reader Under The Table SceneTM Reader Before And After The Worst Birthday Ever

[cranberrymoons]

i'll be home for christmas

prompt: no upside down au (@steddieholidaydrabbles) rated: t word count: 909 words tags: flirting, bartender eddie, college student steve

welcome to Day 9 of the fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!

Nancy dumps him a few months after he moves away for school, and so he doesn’t come home that summer or the one after that, until a couple years have gone by and he ends up stuck back at his parents’ house during Christmas break. 

He hasn’t seen them in a while, but truth be told, he’d kind of rather just be back in South Bend hiding out in his dorm or maybe at the bar with Robin, the only other person from Hawkins who’d ended up at Notre Dame. He hadn’t even known her before they were there, and she’s a year below him, but – whatever. When you leave a small town, you sort of tend to find each other after a while.

She’s not there right now, though, so it’s not like it really even makes a difference. She’s off on some trip with her own parents, one that they take every other year, back to visit her mom’s old hippie friends in Berkeley, because Robin has the sort of parents who have old hippie friends back in Berkeley. Maybe Steve could just get adopted by them, and then he'd never have to come back here at all.

Anyway.

He’s here now. That’s the problem.

And of course he got into a fight with his dad on the first night back. Of course he did. I wasn't even over anything worthwhile, just – Whatever. It doesn’t even matter. He doesn’t even care, just. He really does hate his dad sometimes.

He clenches his jaw in rhythm to the song that’s playing from the tape deck in his room, turns his head on the pillow to squint at the glowing red alarm clock in the corner. 

8:50 PM

It’s barely even nighttime. He can’t just sit here like this, like he’s waiting for his parents to leave, because they’re not going to fucking leave, so maybe – maybe he should –

He catapults himself off the bed and reaches for his keys on the dresser, shoving them in his back pocket before he can overthink it. Down the stairs, slipping into his shoes by the door, shrugging into his coat. Calling over his shoulder that he’s going out, don’t wait up, and –

He doesn’t actually know where he’s going, but he gets in his car and starts driving. Just drives until he ends up parked in front of the Hideout, the run-down little dive bar on the complete opposite side of town. 

It’s open, and there are a few people hanging around out front, so he turns off the car and goes inside.

It’s dark in here, the ceiling low and the music kind of weird and more guitar-y than he’s used to, but it’s medium-crowded in a way that makes him feel like he can probably just grab a seat at the bar and blend in and not have to worry about anyone trying to talk to him about –

“Harrington?”

Fuck. 

He turns with a big fake smile on his face, prepared to deal with Tommy, who he hasn’t seen in at least a year, or maybe even Billy, who he hasn’t seen in about as long. Worst of all would be the Byers kid, the one he got dumped for, but Jonathan’s probably not bold enough to actually say anything to his face, but still. The last person he expects to find is –

“Munson?” 

Eddie gives a little jerk of his head and drops a dish towel over his shoulder. He braces his hands on the opposite side of the bar, arms spread wide, and Steve’s eyes flicker down, just for a beat, to the way the thin cords of muscle flex under his skin where it’s lined with a twisting pattern of black tattoos.

Eddie clears his throat, and Steve sucks in a breath, blinking back up to his face. Eddie raises his eyebrows. 

“What’ll it be?”

“Um. Just a – beer, whatever,” Steve says as he tugs his coat off and slides onto a stool. “You work here?”

“No, I’m just a really creative burglar,” Eddie says. He reaches for a glass and pulls the tap as he eyes Steve up and down. “Playing the long game. If I stand back here long enough, they’ll stop noticing me, and that’s when I strike.”

He sets down the drink and slides it across the bar, and Steve grins as he accepts it, letting out a surprised laugh. 

“Well now you’ve given it away,” he says, raising his eyebrows as he takes a sip. “Your plan is ruined.”

“You’re going to turn me in?” Eddie asks. He folds his arms over his chest and leans back against the countertop behind him, and Steve’s eyes drop down again like he can’t help it. “What if I cut you in? Ten percent?”

Steve feels a pleased little flush wash over him as he looks back up to Eddie’s face, shoulders relaxing as he takes another sip of his beer. Eddie’s smile is slow and a little sweet, and it makes something in Steve’s stomach do a weird little flip. He tears the corner off a bar napkin to distract his hands from fidgeting too much, and leans forward across the bar. He narrows his eyes.

“Twenty.”

Eddie’s smile grows. He lifts his chin. “Fifteen, and your next beer’s on me.”

Steve laughs, feeling a warm glow settle in his chest. “Sounds like a deal.”

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[mrsarcherofinfamy]

"I love you." "Tell me that when you are sober."

●Damian Priest x Reader●

Summary: You get a call about Damian being drunk and only wanting you. You go to pick him up and he confesses his feelings to you. What will happen in the morning?

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Laying in my hotel room bed, I am watching TV and plugging my phone into the charger. I look at the time, seeing it is 11 pm, almost midnight. I yawn, turn the light off, and pull the blanket over myself, laying my head down on the pillow. I slowly start to fall asleep, but my phone starts buzzing on the nightstand. I grab it, seeing a random number is calling me. I hit the red button, set my phone back down, and pulled the blanket over myself again. About two seconds later, my phone starts buzzing again. I sigh, grab my phone, and see the same number again. I hit the red button again and set my phone down. My phone starts buzzing again, and I sigh, sitting up in bed. I grab my phone and answer it, hearing a bunch of noise sounding like someone at the bar or club.

"Hello? Who is this and why do you keep calling me?"

"Umm hey Y/N. It's Dom."

"Mysterio?"

"Yeah it's me."

"Oh. What's up? Is everything okay?"

"Well.... not really. Ummm.... Damian is really drunk right now.... and he...... woah Dame. Calm down."

"Dom. What's going on?"

"Damian is really drunk and screaming that he wants you to come get him. He said he won't move until you are here to get him."

"Me? Why me?"

"Ummmm.... okay I'll tell ya. He has a huge crush on you. But he is to scared to say anything. Now please just come get him. We are at the bar right down the road from the hotel."

"Okay. Give me a few minutes to get changed and I will be there."

"I'll let him know."

Dom hangs up and I sigh getting up, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a cropped black t-shirt. I let my hair down and put my glasses on. I slide on my sneakers and grab my keys and phone. I head out of my hotel room and out to the parking lot. I unlock my car, get in and head towards the bar.

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*at the bar*

I pull into the parking lot, in a parking spot close to the door. I pull my phone out of my pocket and call Dom.

"Hey Y/N! Are you here?"

"Yup. Outside. Near the entrance."

"Okay. Let me grab him and I'll walk him out."

He hangs up and I put my phone back in my pocket watching the door. About 10 minutes goes by, I finally see them walking out the front door. Dom is trying to help Damian walk and I giggle watching them. I get out of my car and walk to the front of the car waving at them. Damian gasps, tries to run over to me but, Dom grabs his arm making sure he doesn't. Damian rips his arm out of Dom's grasp and walks over to me.

"Y/N!"

He grabs me into a hug and I hug him back, wrapping my arms around his waist laying my head on his chest giggling.

"Hey Priest!"

I let go of him but, Damian keeps holding onto me. Dom grabs his arm pulling him off of me. I walk over opening the door for him. Dom helps Damian get into the car as I walk over to the driver's side getting in. Dom puts his seat belt on than closes the door. I turn on the car and put the window down.

"Thanks for picking him up Y/N."

"Of course Dom. Have a good night."

I close the window, wave at Dom than start heading back to the hotel. Damian leans over and puts his head on my shoulder. I smile a little trying to focus on the road.

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*at the hotel*

I park the car and look over at Damian who is laying against the seat looking at me.

"Let's get you inside Dame."

I get out of the car and he tries to get out but, falls onto the ground. I walk over, see him on the ground and sigh shaking my head. He looks up at me and I put out my hand. He grabs it and pulls himself up still kinda stumbling. I put his arm around my neck and put my arm around his waist helping him inside and to the elevator. We go up to his floor and to his hotel room. I grab his wallet out of his pocket, grab his room key and open his hotel room door. I help him inside and walk him over to his bed. I help him sit down and I kneel down untying his boots. I take them off and walk over setting them near the door. I turn around and see him taking his shirt off but, he is having a hard time.

"Let me help you."

I walk over, grab the bottom of his shirt and lift it up over his head. He looks up at me with his mouth hanging open a little. I fold up his shirt, set it ontop of the dresser and turn back looking at him.

"You okay?"

"I love you."

I giggle, look down at the floor than back at him.

"Tell me that when you are sober."

He keeps staring at me and I slightly smile at him.

"Do you want to take your pants off and get ready for bed?"

"Yesss."

He starts unbuttoning his pants and tries pulling them down. I grab them, pull them off of him, folding them and put them ontop of the dresser. He crawls up to the top of the bed and climbs under the covers. I go to the kitchen and grab him a water bottle. I come back and set his water on the nightstand than look over at him. He has his head on his pillow looking up at me.

"Do you need anything else before I go?"

"Could you just lay in bed until I fall asleep? Pretty please?"

I roll my eyes, shake my head and giggle.

"Fine."

I take off my shirt to be in my bra than take my sweatpants to be in the shorts I had on underneath. I grab one of Damian's purple wrestling shirts and put it on taking my bra off underneath. I fold my clothes, put them on the nightstand and turn looking at Damian pulling the blanket back so I can lay down. I lay down on the bed and pull the blanket over my body laying my head down on the pillow.

"You look good in my merch."

"Thanks Dame. Now go to sleep."

"Yes maam."

I roll to my side, back facing him, pulling the blanket up to my neck. He slowly slides his hand across my stomach than wraps his arm around my body pulling me into his chest. I sigh, getting comfortable and he squeezes his arm a little tighter around my waist. I feel him start to snuggle his head into the back of my neck and smile a little liking the feeling of this. I hear him start snoring lightly and I feel my eyes starting to get heavy.

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My eyes flutter open and I rub my eyes looking over at Damian still sleeping. I get up fixing my shorts and walk to the kitchen. I open the fridge seeing he has some bacon and eggs. I grab everything and put it on the counter. I start making breakfast not hearing Damian walk into the kitchen.

"Hey what are you doi...... Y/N?"

"I'm making you some breakfast."

"How did you get into my room?"

"Well mister."

I turn around crossing my arms looking at him.

"Dom called me last night saying you were basically screaming how you wanted me to come pick you up. And you wouldn't move until I came and got you."

"So you came and got me?"

"Obviously."

"And you stayed here the whole night?"

"Yes sir. You asked me to stay until you fell asleep. So I laid down with you but, you wrapped your arm around my waist and wouldn't let go."

He looks at me with his mouth dropped.

"That's not even the best part. You don't remember anything from last night?"

He shakes his head no with his jaw still dropped. I turn back around checking on the food. He comes over standing next to me.

"Well you were struggling to get your shirt off so, I helped you. I actually helped you take your boots and pants off too. Anyways, I folded your shirt and put it on the dresser than turned back around to help you and you....."

I look up at him in his eyes.

"You told me you love me."

His eyes go wide, look of concern on his face and I giggle at him.

"I did not."

"You did."

"What did you say?"

"Tell me that when you are sober."

He blushes and looks down away from me. I giggle and finish up making breakfast. I put the eggs and bacon on plates and set them on the table. Damian grabs some forks and sits down at the table. I sit down looking over at him.

"Dom also told me everything last night too."

"Oh that little weasel. What did he say?"

"That you have a huge crush on me and are to scared to do anything about it."

"Oh he is so gonna get it when I see him."

I giggle looking over at him.

"So it's true?"

He blushes, looks down taking a bite than looks back at me.

"Yes... its true. You just make me so nervous."

"Me?"

"Yes. You are just so confident and beautiful and independent and powerful and......"

I smile blushing looking down. He clears his throat making me look up at him.

"Sorry for rambling on."

"Damian. I may be all those things that you said. But there is one thing I would love to be."

"What's that?"

"Your girlfriend."

"Really?"

He has a shocked look on his face and I giggle at him.

"I'm better at keeping my crush on you a secret."

"Haha very funny."

He grabs my hand and kisses it.

"Y/N. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes Dame. I will."

He gets up, grabs my face and kisses me hard making me stand up wrapping my arms around his neck. We hear a knock at the door and break apart looking at each other. He walks over to the door and I start cleaning up from breakfast. I hear him start talking to someone and they sound like they are getting closer.

"Y/N?!"

I turn around seeing Dom, Finn and JD walking into the kitchen. I wave at them laughing at their shocked faces.

"Hey guys."

"What are you doing here Y/N?"

"Excuse me Dom but you called me to come get Damian last night. What do you think I'm doing here?"

"Shit. I did?"

"Yeah you shit head."

Damian walks up and smacks him in the back of the head. Dom grabs his head looking at me and Damian who is now standing next to me.

"Yo, what was that for?"

"Telling Y/N that I have a huge crush on her and I'm to scared to do anything about it."

"Well you are. All three of us know you are."

I look over at Finn. Damian shakes his head laughing at them.

"Well he wasn't to scared last night to tell me how he felt."

"He was drunk."

"So were you Dom."

"Shut up."

"Anyways, he wasn't scared last night or this morning."

"So are you two together?"

I look over at JD who is kinda eager to know the answer.

"Yes we are."

JD looks down at the floor kinda looking upset. Finn and Dom start cheering.

"Finally! Maybe he will shut the fuck up about you now."

"Yeah. We won't have to hear about his crush on you anymore."

"Oh you two are dead."

He starts chasing Finn and Dom out of the hotel room. I walk up to JD and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Hey. Don't be upset. I have some friends I could set you up with."

"You would do that?"

"Of course. Now let's go help Finn and Dom."

We run out of the hotel room after them trying to stop Damian.

THE END!!

[dcxdpdabbles]

hiii, so i've started on the chapter 1 of my Cave Boy inspired story [i have a name tho im not sure about it], and wanted to share a little snippet from it :3

dont want to spoil whose speaking but ya might be able to tell the two anyway .-.

"Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." "No, I am NOT a dog, Dames. Just no." "Awww, but B! You follow us just like one!" "Fine then, if I'm the dog, you're the wicked witch of the west."

- 🧸🍯 anon

I'M SO EXCITED TO READ IT YOU HAVE NO IDEA!

please link me or even send it to me in PM when it's ready

[antennaed-shidou]

Different places

☃︎ Micheal Kaiser x f! reader

☃︎ Warning: not prof-read,

☃︎ Misc: Word Count: 1k+ 12 days of Christmas special with the Blue Lock Boys. 7/12 days with the one and only Micheal Kaiser. Hope you enjoy it.

☃︎ In which you lived far away from your husband.

It’s been a difficult past few months. Kaiser was in Germany while {Y/n} was back in France with her family. She traveled back home around November for the holidays.  She was going to fly back to Germany in December to spend time with her husband, but there were a lot of delays, and {Y/n} parents were worried for her to go home. 

“I know. Hopefully, I’ll be back before Christmas. I wanna see you open your gifts.” {Y/n} was on Facetime with Kaiser on her bed. 

A smile appeared on the male's face when he saw his wife smile. “Yeah if only you would’ve driven your car,” He teased his wife. He chuckled when he saw her reaction. She was always cute. 

“First off the weather is horrible and you know my parents wouldn’t let me drive. Second, it’s a long ass drive. And Third it’s not like we are poor so live with it.” She flipped him off which made him laugh.

“Whatever you say, darling.”

The two of them talked all night. They even fell asleep on the phone with each other. {Y/n}’s brother even had to tell them to be quiet some times in the night. {Y/n}’s sister was even annoyed at their brother for interrupting the happily married couple. He was just jealous he was still single. 

Next Morning ———

Anna was making breakfast for her family. She was making a simple breakfast that they all liked. The family could be picky at times. So Anna had to work around what is the best type of food to make for the holidays. But now it was easy since more of the family was about of the house.

{Y/n} was the first sibling to wake up. She walks into the kitchen and sees her mother cooking up some breakfast.  It was nice since {Y/n} didn’t have to wake up early and cook like she does at home for Kaiser. It was her mom that had to wake up early and cook breakfast for the family. That was nice about going home for the holidays. 

Kaiser was lying in bed still not feeling any energy. Even though it’s been about a month. It still felt weird to Kaiser without his wife by his side in the morning. He didn’t want to get up, so he didn’t get up. He lay in bed for a while up until 1:00 pm.

The only reason he did wake up was because he heard his phone ring. Kaiser turned over to see {Y/n} was the one calling. 

“Hey babe. What have you been up to?” {Y/n} happily said.

“Just woke up, meine Dame,” Kaiser's voice was groggy and deep. It was lovely to hear from {Y/n}.

“I can tell, Mein Mann,” She teased. “I just wish I was home with you right now.”

“Me too,” Kaiser added moving his phone to the other ear. “Maybe you should steal your parent's plane.”

She sarcastically laughed, “Ha ha you are so funny, babe.”

“I know I am,” he prided himself.

“Then you’re lucky I love you, Micheal Kaiser.”

“No, I’m lucky to have married you,” He kissed at his phone. He heard a kiss sound back.

{Y/n} kept on talking and talking. She was hearing ruffling and soft nosing in the background. She ignored the noses at first thinking he was messing with the blankets and or she was hearing things. She couldn’t ignore the sound anymore when she heard her husband breathing loudly. “What the hell are you doing, babe?” She finally questioned irritated and wanting an answer as it had been going on for a while. 

“Nothing for you to worry about. Just keep talking,” He voiced just barely and breathy.

They talked– Well {Y/n} mostly talked while she could hear Kasier beath and moan through the mic. They talked most of the day and never did she hear him stop. He did say a few words but they weren’t as coherent as hers. They hung up when {Y/n} had to go eat dinner with her family. Kaiser tried to get her to stay bc she did have earbuds. But she couldn’t. 

Christmas went by faster than they both thought. Now they were on the phone opening each other's gifts. There were a few questionable items. But hey they were married and it was normal if it was gifts or not. The rest of the items were sweet though. The sad thing about the call was {Y/n} had no news about when she was coming home. 

“Do your parents not like it when you speak German?” Kaiser asked opening another gift. He wasn’t too much paying attention the the gift but rather his attention was on his wife. 

“They don’t hate it, but they don’t like it when I speak German either. But they can’t say anything bc it’s my second language. I don’t say anything when Linse speaks Hindi, no one does.” The female shrugged her shoulder. If they were going to say something to her why not say it to her sister as well? 

Kaiser nodded his head. He opened the box. He pulled out the item with a thin lip smile, “Wow your mom is so creative.”

“You will wear it when you see my family again and when they visit. You’re going to appreciate that sweater.” {Y/n} raised her brow along with her voice. 

“Sure I promise.” He was sarcastic even when putting the sweater down.

The day went by fast, along with the week. And the next thing it was already New Year's and this is the first year. They weren’t by each other side. Though they were calling each other on the phone so they weren’t completely apart. 

“Ready for the countdown?” Kaiser says looking up at the big clock.

“Yeah, ready more than ever,” {Y/n} says looking up and down at her phone while pushing through a crowd. 

“Without me?” He teased. 

“Do you want me to hang up?” She stood still holding the phone.

“No, this is fine for this year, Meine Dame.”

“5!” A crowd of people shouted looking at the big clock. It was hard for people on their phones to hear the other person. 

“4!”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!” 

The crowd got louder and more cheerful. 

“0!”

“Happy New Year!” People shouted. Some people kiss their loved ones and hug friends and family. 

Kaiser stood where he was looking at his phone with a smile on his face, “Happy New Year, meine Dame.” As he was talking he felt a light tap on her shoulder. He turned around mouth dropped to the floor.

“Happy New Year to you too, Mein Mann”

Kaiser pulled his wife closer in for a kiss. It was a deep passionate kiss like it was his last kiss on earth with {Y/n}. It was like she was gone for years though it was only about two months. Kaiser missed his wife so much that he didn’t want to let go of the kiss. He went deeper and deeper into the kiss. 

This was a way to start the New Year. With his beautiful wife in his hand kiss her like the last thing on earth. He loved her so goddamn much and it showed. Kaiser finally broke the kiss. “Ich Leibe Dich, meine Dame.”

a/n: I really love this one. One of my top three favorite Christmas specials.

[lizzybeth1986]

Submission for @moodmusicmonday

Fic Title: Placeholder Apology

Book: Perfect Match Book 2

Pairing: Hayden Young and & Dames (platonic). (White f!Hayden, her name in this fic is Zinnia)

Music Inspo: "In Between" by Linkin Park

[mrsnazariowrites]

Horizon

The Edge of the World: Chapter 20

Perfect Match AU - Damien x MC

Rating: M, Word Count: ~ 1706

Supporting lyrics are from the song Supernova by Within Temptation

Summary: With every end, there are new beginnings

Warning: Character death

For more content/to catch up, see my Masterlist! And if you’d like to be tagged in anything, let me know

As long as I dream, it ain't over, over 

I'll break the chains of gravity…

"Dexter! Oh my god!" Maya dropped to her knees beside him.

"Maya-" Dexter started, but was cut off.

"No, save your energy," She said. "You'll be fine. This happened to Hayden and we fixed him."

She eyed the fizzling power core, her hands  frozen in place where they still hovered over it. She had been about  to put pressure on it, only to remember that it wasn't necessary in this case. There was no bleeding to stop.

"What do I do? There's no- I don't know what to do!" Her mind seemed to have screeched to a halt . Why was she panicking? This wasn't the first time she'd seen a Match get tased. 

'Shutdown Imminent.' That was why. 

The blue holographic letters pulsated eerily, a dreadful reminder that this wasn’t going to be as simple as a system repair…no matter how much a small part of her insisted otherwise. They'd made it this far hadn't they? Surely there was something they could–

Suddenly, the crack of gunshots echoed in the distance.  Everyone jumped at the sound 

Another panicked shout and Damien rushed toward the other side of the cargo container, listening intently. He could make out heavy footsteps going in different directions, followed by the   sounds of fighting  growing louder by the second. Over the din, he could faintly make out Cecile yelling furiously.

He grimaced. Things were taking a turn, fast, and it was hard to tell whether  it was in their favor.

Damien returned to Dexter and gingerly reached for some of the frayed wires, flinching with every burst of static. As he eyed the holographic display on Dexter's core, he felt a familiar sinking feeling that he didn't want to relive. 

And judging from Dexter's resigned expression, they were both thinking the same thing.

Then he felt Maya nudge his shoulder, trying to get his attention. "Damien. We need Sloane."

"Maya-"

"She can fix him! She fixed Hayden in Berlin when we were literally under attack! She might be able to-"

"Yeah, but there were only a handful of guards, Maya. We escaped because of all the chaos. And even then only because Hayden happened to know how to fly a helicopter." 

He spoke gently, but the urgency in his voice was evident. "There's a whole battalion here."

"But…"

"He’s right," Dexter said softly. "This is Eros territory. Getting out of here is the highest priority right now."

Deep down, Maya knew they were right.

"I . . ." She bit her lip, feeling at a loss. If this had happened yesterday, given the way he and Harley had treated her, she would've had no trouble with this decision. But Dexter was no longer that person. He'd risked everything to save her and had paid a heavy price for it. He deserved so much more,and knowing that she would never be able to make it up to him?

That hurt far worse than seeing the state he was in.

I'm waiting for your last goodbye 

'Cause I'm not over it, not over it 

I'm waiting for your last goodbye 

The kiss of time…

"This isn't right. We can't just leave you like this!" Tears welled in her eyes and she hastily swiped at them. "Not after everything you did."

"I don't regret any of it," Dexter said firmly. "I-" His breath caught  and he winced, noticing for the first time the uncomfortable position he was in. He shifted in place with support from Damien until he was sitting up against the wall of the cargo container. 

Once he was settled, Dexter opened his mouth to finish what he'd said, but  stilled as his gaze shifted to the area behind them. Damien and Maya turned to where he was looking to find Hayden and Dames standing there, taking in the scene before them in a stunned silence.

Dames was the first to approach, Hayden lagging slightly behind as he looked over the damage Dexter had taken. His face was grey, mouth set in a thin line as he tried to control his rising anger. 

Ever since witnessing Maya get dragged into that van at the Louvre, Hayden had wanted to put his enhanced strength to the test–especially on Dexter and Harley -- for the way they'd hurt her. He'd known there was  a possibility that what they'd done was  worse than the brief footage Cecile had shown them.

But now …, Hayden couldn't bring himself to act on his anger. Not with everything he'd learned. Even if the Matches had carried out these awful acts,  they were being manipulated byt  Rowan and Cecile who programmed them to obey the commands that made them act so despicable. 

This was the price they paid. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.

Hayden was silent for several moments before he knelt down beside Dexter, finally speaking for the first time,"How bad is it?"

Dexter spared him a resigned glance. "My power core is fried. When I shut down, there's nothing salvageable - not even the data they'd get of all of you."

When. Hayden sighed and closed his eyes.

Maya took Dexter's hand in hers. "Dexter, there has to be something we can do. We can't let them win after everything-!"

He shook his head. "A win for them would be to have you under their thumb so they can manipulate you to their own ends." He smiled wryly. "But they can’t if you escape. And certainly not if I'm in the picture-"

Damien's eyes widened. "Dexter, that's not-"

"Yes it is," he insisted.  "Look, from the beginning, I was only ever meant to be a spy. You already know what Eros was planning to do with you two" 

He curled his hand into a fist. "Using me and my footage to do it."

Damien flinched at the memory and nodded, his hand instinctively finding Maya's.

"If there's the slightest chance that they catch you while I'm still alive, they'll use that data. Then I'd be disposed of or recycled." For the first time today, Maya saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. "I don't want to go out like that."

Damien felt his eyes mist over and he looked away briefly, focusing more on taking deep breaths and less on the memories this was bringing back. He'd heard words like that all too many times.ears ago, while on the force. No one deserved this nor to be left behind after . . . But they had no choice now.

"I'm so sorry," Maya whispered shakily. "I should've helped you sooner, I-"

"’Sorry?’" Dexter reached out and gently placed a hand on her cheek, brushing away her tears with his thumb. "Maya, you don't know how grateful I am to you. Before you, my life had no purpose but to follow orders. You showed me that I could make a difference. I woke up."

"Yes, you fought them. You proved you were better than them." Her chest ached as she struggled to compose herself. "But I never wanted you to get hurt, Dexter!"

"Someone was going to get hurt, no matter what I did," Dexter said. "I just made sure that wasn’t you. Didn't you once tell me that life is about the choices you make?"

Maya pressed a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob.

"I know what you meant now. My memories might not be real, but I've proven that I'm alive.  And I  decide my own destiny." Dexter glanced at the timer on his power core - less than ten minutes left. "I didn't have a choice in how I came into the world. But now, I can choose how I leave." He squeezed her hand, blinking away the heaviness in his eyes. "Please, Maya. This is what I want."

Like thunder screaming out for a flash of lightning

Stars are falling down for God's applause

I'm waiting for the light of your supernova

Your last goodbye…

Maya watched him earnestly, silently pleading for him to reconsider. But his  expression showed no trace of doubt, no fear or pain. In fact, unlike every other time she'd encountered him, he looked  at peace. That told her all she needed to know.

She sighed and nodded. "Okay," she said. "If you're sure about this, then I'll respect that."

"Thank you." He  glanced at Damien. "Take care of her."

"We always do." Damien placed a hand on his shoulder, a fierce look in his eyes. "I swear I'll do everything in my power to make them pay for this."

"Good," Dexter chuckled. "I'm counting on it." He turned back to Maya, gazing into her eyes for a second longer before tugging at her wrist, pulling her into his arms. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "For everything I've done."

Maya felt a dampness on her shirt; whether it was his tears or hers, she couldn’t tell. She just hugged him more tightly, minding his damaged wires carefully. "It's okay," she whispered. "Just stay safe, all right?"

He nodded quickly, holding her close for another moment before letting go. "Now go." 

Maya helped set him back gently before she stood. She j took a couple steps back, hesitance clear in her stance until Damien took her hand, his gentle tug bringing her back to reality.

Dexter gave her a small smile of encouragement, a silent reassurance to her that this was the right decision and that he would be better for it. She returned the smile, nodding in acknowledgement before she and Damien turned in the other direction and started to run. 

He watched them go, feeling a sense of peace finally wash over him for the first time. Hayden and Dames were close behind, but seemed to have stopped to discuss something - not that it mattered much now. Everything happening now was in their favor.

A brief glance at his timer showed about three minutes left.

Perfect timing. 

With his systems gradually shutting down, any pain he'd been in was completely numbed now. Maya's face flashed before him, as did more memories of her. A mix of memories that weren't his and some that were. 

For the first time, he welcomed them. 

He remembered happiness in Maya's eyes as she declared her feelings, the warmth of her arms, her infectious laughter. Once a cruel paradox of his mistakes, they were now his solace.

Though her love wasn't for him specifically, it was  love nonetheless. Where it hadonce clashed with his personality - both coded and real - now it all fit with the decisions he'd made for himself and for her.

He felt truly whole. And nothing would take that from him.

Dexter leaned back comfortably, turning his gaze to the edge of the docks, to the ocean. He first noticed the ship that was to ferry Maya and her friends to safety floating at a distance. Beyond that was the sky. He couldn't help but marvel at the color. Where it was once pitch black against the grey clouds blanketing them, a pinkish golden hue had made its way through until it had overtaken the horizon, signaling the dawn of a new day.

And it was beautiful. Perfect.

It was everything.

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Ghost from your past {Creed III}

Adonis x wife! oc x onesided! Dame

Description: Spoilers for Creed 3. Jade, Adonis, and Dame were all friends when they were teenagers. However, things changed when they all grew apart. Adonis and Jade were able to rekindle their love for each other and even start a family, they get revisited by a ghost that they’ve been trying to forget about.

Authors note: I’m mentally ill for these men so I wrote more self indulgent shit. I’m gonna see how many chapters I can string out, it’s pretty weird that I’m going in reverse anyways but who cares.

{face claim @/aerincreer on Instagram}

Jade sat in her window, staring out at the street.

It was about nine pm, and nothing good happens on the streets of LA past eight. But she was waiting for something, more like someone.

Just then, the lights of a car slowly pulled into view and stopped in front of her house. She grins, leaving her window seat to go downstairs. She tip-toed past her father sleeping on the couch and walked out the front door. She had to push open her gate so it wouldn’t make a loud noise if she punched in the code. Afterward, she ran up to the car and leaned in the roll-down window.

“What you sneakin' around for shawty?” Dame grins as he stared at the light skin girl. “I was just comin' by and seein if you were up. Don’t you got class in the morning?” “Both of y’all got class in the morning” She props her arm up on the window, glancing over at Adonis. He was always nervous to talk to her, even after all these years. “Hey Donnie, why so quiet?” The boy cleared his throat, shaking his head. “That’s funny coming from you. Didn’t you just start learning how to talk?”

Jade rolled her eyes. “Yeah, six years ago. Shut up. Where y’all rolling off to?” “My match,” Dame says proudly, tapping the bag that Adonis had on his lap. “I’m ready to win baby” “Ooh! Can I come? Please?” Jade smiles, leaning towards the back seat. “You said one day I can see your boxing matches, come on Dame!” “Nah Shawty” Jade frowns, her bottom lips forming into a pout. “Why not? C'mon, you promised!” “I know I did. I keep my promises baby, You’ll see me. Check it” Dame fully turns towards her, placing his hand on top of hers.

“You’ll see me, my face plastered everywhere. My name on them announcement posters like Mike Tyson, and, you’ll be there front row when I beat his ass. You and Donnie” Jade’s smile began to grow on her face. Her head cocked to the side, “You better not be lying. Because I still think it’s unfair that I can’t see you fight” Jade backed away from the car, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow”

“Bet. The same spot as always” He nodded, putting the car in drive. “Now sneak back into your castle Rapunzel” Jade flipped Dame off before sneaking back into the gates, locking them behind her.

Adonis looked at Dame, nearly having stars in his eyes. “..Cause one day, I’m gonna save you” He pulled away from Jade’s house and went into the main road. “You like her?” Adonis asked, staring out the rearview mirror. “…Something like that.” Dame turns to his friend and grinned. “When I make it, I’ll do my thing with you, bro. Scoop out some ladies, then settle down with her.

I have it allll planned out”

“Come on Honey and Blue” Jade walked out with dry towels as the twins climbed out of the pool. She promised them that on the first warm day, they could do so, but it was drawing close to the sun setting. “Your dad is going to be home soon” Blue removes his goggles. “Will I get to show him my picture I made today?” “Of course, after you take a bath” Blue grins and ran into the house to a bathroom. Jade turns to her daughter, quiet like always. She signs to her.

‘What’s wrong?’

Honey glanced at her, shaking her head. She moved closer to her mother and leaned into her. Now she got it, she missed Adonis. That’s all. “Don’t worry, he’ll be home soon” Jade picks up the little girl and took her to the bathroom.

Hours passed and Adonis wasn’t home, it was weird. He would usually call if he was going to be at the gym late. She sat on the couch with the twins, watching Blue’s favorite Tv show while honey curled up next to her. The front door finally opened and Jade stood up. “I’ll be back, Blue watch your sister” “Okay mama”

Jade walked down the steps to the front door, her arms crossed. “And where were you?” Adonis turns towards her, a smile on his face. “Baby-“ “I called you multiple times Adonis. You had me worried sick!” Jade playfully smacked his arm. “You aren’t gonna believe who I ran into” Jade tilts her head, her eyebrows knitted together with confusion. “Who?”

“Man…This place is nice…” Jade peered passed her husband, her arms dropping to her side and her eyes widened. “What’s up lil lady?” “Dame…?” He smiled, walking passed Adonis. “At least someone remembered me first. No bullshit” He held his arms out, looking at the woman. “What? No hug for me?” Jade had conflict in her eyes. “Yeah, of course!” She hugged the man, it was strange. Seeing him after all these years.

“And who are these little rascals?” Jade’s eyes snapped open and she pulled back from the hug. She turned around and stared at the twins who stood there, Honey held her brother’s hand who greeted the stranger with a hard unwelcoming stare. “Oh, Dame. These are the twins, Honey and Blue” “Twins…y’all had twins?” Dame crouched down to the height of the children, extending his hand. “Im Uncle Dame”

Blue looked at his parents, his glare didn’t falter. “You’ll have to forgive them. The twins aren’t too fond of strangers” Dame chuckled and stood back. “It’s cool, I would be lookin at a nigga weird if someone I aint know was in my house” Jade glanced at Adonis before walking over to the twins. “It’s bedtime babies, I’ll be up soon okay?” Jade moved Blue’s face gently to look at her. “Okay?”

“…okay” Blue took Honey’s hand and lead her to their shared bedroom.

“How is it possible that they both like you and Adonis? That’s just crazy” Dame turned back to the couple that stared awkwardly at him. “Dame, how have you been? Would you like some dinner?” “Oh please, I would love to” Dame took off his jacket and placed it on the coat rack near the door. “I’ve been cool, Just got out. Tryin' to get my PO off my back” “That’s good…” Jade led the two men to the kitchen, and the chef was finishing up the meal. “Yeah, how have you been Jade?”

“I’ve been okay” Jade moved to put the plates on the table for the three of them. “Got your modeling career off the ground? I had all your shoots when I was in the pin” Jade sat beside her husband. “Did you? I always look at my early work and cringe a bit” “Nah, you still look as good as the last time I saw you” Dame watched as the chef poured the food onto his plate. “Private chef, glass floors…yall really went all Hollywood huh” Adonis chuckled and reached for his fork. “Yeah, I guess you could say that”

“No really, you guys don’t come around the hood no more.” Jade sighed as she picked with her food. “Nothing is for us there anymore. Times changed Dami” Dame smiled, pointing his fork at the girl. “Not long enough if you still callin' me Dami. It’s fine”

It was a long awkward silence, mainly on Jade and Adonis’s part. They didn’t know what to say to the man, he felt like a stranger again. The boy they grew up with, someone they just locked away and tried to forget about…he’s here in their house. “So, what do you plan on doing now that you’re out?” “I want to get back in the game” Jade rose her eyebrow. “The game…As in boxing?” Dame smiled. “Yeah, Adonis promised to put me on”

Jade side-eyes her husband quickly. “Did he…” “I told him I’ll see what I can do” Adonis corrected them, stuffing his face full of food. “Okay,” Jade pushed her plate away. She suddenly lost her appetite but she decided to look at the two men. “You know you can always come to us if you need something” “You don’t need to worry about me, Jade. I’ll get it all together” Jade stood up and gave Dame another hug before going upstairs to check on the kids.

~

Jade sat on the edge of the bed biting her thumb, she couldn’t sleep. She was on edge, her heart ridden with guilt. The door creaked open and she turned her head, Adonis stood in the doorway. “Hey,” He came over and sat beside her, leaning his head on her shoulder. “God I feel so horrible” She mutters quietly. “I stopped writing him a few years ago around the time me and you were getting together, I just couldn’t-“ “Hey, Hey” He grabbed her shoulders, making Jade look at him.

“It’s not your fault…You did more than me” Adonis kissed her forehead. “I never even got any of his letters.” Jade took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright…What did you promise him?” Adonis rubbed the back of his head. “Dame wants a shot in the world league to get the belt” “What?” Jade said astonishingly. “We’re getting old, even you are retired! Dame wouldn’t even have a shot against half those young guys now” “Way to have faith in him” Adonis chuckled. “Faith? I’m being real.” “The man said he kept himself in shape, so we can see”

Jade fell backward on their bed, sighing. “Just…Don’t do anything you’ll regret. You…We don’t owe him that much just because we knew him” Adonis stared at his wife as she pulled the blanket on herself. “At least, that’s what I’m trying to tell myself. I’m gonna come by the gym tomorrow to see so myself” Adonis kissed her forehead, stroking her face. “It’s going to be okay…I’m going to check on the kids” Jade snuggled deeper into the blanket. “Mhm…Okay”

Jade tried to fall into a deep sleep, but her thoughts couldn’t help but linger on her old friend. I don't owe him anything, she tried to convince herself. He made that decision by himself, she reminded. But god, it didn’t help her from feeling less bad.

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The Worst Dad Bracket Masterpost

ROUND 4: Ends Thursday, May 25th at 2:00 PM CST

Feel free to send in any propaganda for the shitty dad YOU think should win the coveted World's Worst Dad cup!

1A Matchups:

Enji "Endeavor" Todoroki (My Hero Academia) vs Dr. Martin Brenner (Stranger Things) - Battle of the Training From Hell Dads Winner: Endeavor

Donald Davenport (Lab Rats) vs Preston Northwest (Gravity Falls) - Battle of the Rich Dads Winner: Preston Northwest

Bro Strider (Homestuck) vs Every Dad from Fire Emblem Fates (Fire Emblem Fates) - Battle of the Dads of Timey Wimey Nonsense Kids Winner: Bro Strider

Mr. Turner (Fairly Oddparents) vs Martin Blyndeff (Epiteth Erased) - Battle of the Dads of Kids who Should Not Have That Responsibility Winner: Martin Blyndeff

Straff Venture (Mistborn) vs Viren (The Dragon Prince) - Battle of Dads I Know Nothing About Winner: Straff Venture

Iemitsu Sawada (Katekyo Hitman Reborn!) vs Jacques Schnee (RWBY) - Battle of Mafia vs Robber Baron Dads Winner: Jacques Schnee

John Winchester (Supernatural) vs Trigon (Teen Titans) - Battle of the Demon Hunter and Demon Dads Winner: John Winchester

John "Jod" Gaius (The Locked Tomb) vs Nyarlathotep (Persona 2) - Battle of the Dads Whose Submission Reasonings Made Me Go WTF the Most Winner: John "Jod" Gaius

1B Matchups:

Clay Puppington (Moral Orel) vs Claude Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) - Battle of the Religious Trauma Dads Winner: Claude Frollo

William Afton (Five Nights At Freddy's) vs Roy (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared) - Battle of the Purple and Yellow Dads Winner: William Afton

Walter White (Breaking Bad) vs Homer Simpson (The Simpsons) - Battle of the Bald Dads Winner: Walter White

Buck Cluck (Chicken Little) vs Ghetsis (Pokémon Black and White) - Battle of the Animal Abuse Dads Winner: Ghetsis

Masayoshi Shido (Persona 5) vs Manfred von Karma (Ace Attorney) - Battle of Your Rival's Shitty Dads Winner: Manfred von Karma

Harry Wormwood (Matilda) vs Gabe "Smelly Gabe" Ugliano (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) - Battle of the Ordinary Shitty Dads with Extraordinary Powerful Kids Winner: Harry Wormwood

Gabriel Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Gozaburo Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh!) - Battle of the Corporate Shithead Dads Winner: Gabriel Agreste

Gendo Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion) vs Firelord Ozai (Avatar: The Last Airbender) - Battle of the Dads of Kids in Desperate Need of Therapy Winner: Firelord Ozai 2A Matchups:

Enji "Endeavor" Todoroki (BNHA) vs Preston Northwest (Gravity Falls) - Battle of the Classless High Class Dads

Winner: Endeavor

Bro Strider (Homestuck) vs Martin Blyndeff (Epithet Erased) - Battle of the Neglectful Toy Enthusiast Dads

Winner: Martin Blyndeff

Straff Venture (Mistborn) vs Jacques Schnee (RWBY) - Battle of the Arshitocracy Dads

Winner: Straff Venture

John Winchester (Supernatural) vs John "Jod" Gaius (The Locked Tomb) - Battle of the John Dads

Winner: John Gaius

2B Matchups:

Claude Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) vs William Afton (FNAF) - Battle of the Burning Dads

Winner: Claude Frollo

Walter White (Breaking Bad) vs Ghetsis (Pokemon Black & White) - Battle of the Kingpin Dads

Winner: Ghetsis

Manfred von Karma (Ace Attorney) vs Harry Wormwood (Mathilda) - Battle of the there's not a coherent theme here ngl dads

Winner: Von Karma

Gabriel Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Firelord Ozai (ATLA) - Battle of the Big Bad Dads

Winner: Fire Lord Ozai

Round 3 Matchups:

Endeavor vs Martin Blyndeff - Battle of the Selfish Dads

Winner: Martin Blyndeff

Straff Venture vs John Gaius - Battle of the Literary Dads

Winner: Straff Venture

Claude Frollo vs Ghetsis - Battle of the Ominous Latin Chorus Dads

Winner: Claude Frollo

Manfred von Karma vs Fire Lord Ozai - Battle of the Rival’s Shitty Dad… 2!

Winner: Fire Lord Ozai

Round 4 Semifinals Matchups:

Martin Blyndeff vs Straff Venture - Battle of the Dark Horse Dads

Claude Frollo vs Fire Lord Ozai - Battle of the Awful Authorities Dads

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