#woulda slipped and busted my ass

[honoredbastard]

ෆ self indulgent and entilted

characters — bonten!rindou haitani  + *yakuro nanami (oc) .

content and warnings   — mentions of drugs ( yo sanzu ), clubbing, stalker mention, mention(s) of drugging, yelling, angst(?), swearing, and so on.

note  — sorry for the dark content hhhhh, it came with the idea of ackerman being a yakuza that hated bonten and wanted yakuro gone. it may actually be apart of the fic i’m outlining..... these men hold my heart and WILL NOT LET GO OF IT. also they just like dive into my brain 24/7. help i had a fit over what looked best for three hours- at this point i’mma probably make a lil sum’ for sanzu. i love this man and i can’t stop having him appear in my stories that involve bonten. like this guy is 24/7 in the back of my mind.

                                         *Yakuro Nanami.                                            he/they/bun! 

                  Now playing ayanami  — by satin

rindou woke up first to yakuro wearing his bunny ears and a bunny pajama set that he seemed to just slip on before marching into bed. it was cute, but there was still smudges of makeup on his face and the dark circles of terrible inconsistent sleep. rindou sighed, brushing away blonde parts of hair that yakuro was chewing on. 

“yakuro.” rindou lightly pushed yakuro’s shoulder, trying to wake the boy in his semi bunny work attire. “rindou? rindou....” yakuro groaned, his head searched for rindou’s lap or hand that he could lean into. just exist near, to feel his skin and be aware of his warmth, that he was alive and not dead. that he stayed the whole night. “morning doll.” rindou smiled quietly, brushing his fingers over the boy’s hair. 

there was a knock on the door, “come in” as if that was a full offer to entangle himself with the couple he busted through the door and made a running start to jump onto the couple. “HI!” “i don’t do the touching, i’ll sit and pour you your drink and be your personal bunny. please treat the bunny well and we will have no problems. if they bunny feels uncomfortable the bunny has full rights to leave and find a new client. if you understand these rules please enjoy your bunny.”

yakuro stated as if he was at work. it was grilled into his brain and always had to repeat it infront of new clients. working at a bunny suit club was not it, almost rolling over onto sanzu. “bad work day?” “bad work day.” rindou confirmed sanzu’s suspicions with three simple  words. “yaku..” “no.” “yakuuu.” sanzu scooted in between the two, poking yakuro’s cheeks aggressively. he seemed sober, thank god. 

rindou shrugged the mans presence off and trudged to the bathroom to wash and whatnot. “you have another shift, ran told me to wake you up. “that’s not my problem. tell my boss to go fuck himself with a dildo filled with nails.” sanzu’s eyes widened, that was aggressive. although at the same time sorta funny?

“he said he’d cut off your shift times and cut back on how much money you make plus tips.” sanzu repeated what ran had informed him of, with a quite frustrated appearance.  “THAT FUCKER WILL NOT!” raising up from his laying position, yakuro ran into the hallway stumbling here and there from improper pace. 

“i’d love to see him try i swear if he even tries reducing my pay i’ll quit the whole fucking job how about that? i never liked this bullshit bunny shit anyways, it’s annoying when the customers try to touch and then you get stalkers.” yaku was mumbling to hell and back from his bosses call, waving to ran who nodded. making himself a bento before heading off on a small mission.

yaku threw open the washroom door and started searching for his bunny suit attire. the club’s theme was rainbow today so he washed a deep red suit with a black add-on tail and clip on black ears (which were foldable too. yakuro always folds one ear.) when yakuro made it back to his room, sanzu was gone and rindou was crouching near the bottom drawer.

“whatcha lookin for?” yakuro asked curiously, sitting beside the man who made a mess beside him “looking for a red suit now, i’m trying to match with you subtly.” cute- that was the only thinking yaku could think of this man who is a part of a criminal organization/gang. who woulda thought?

“i think you might be better with either a red with black tie or a deeper red of a suit.” yakuro suggested, getting up from his sitting position, joints cracking. “or black would go well, after all i’m only wearing red heel, a red body suit, and red makeup. the rest is black!” yakuro called out to rindou who was still crouched as he exited the room. taking into account his suggestions, he went with a more black with red accents attire.

           ާlocation, bunny palace! ෆ             late night, 11pm.

“here in bunny palace we have many bunnies to suit your taste! male, female, and even those who do not define themselves! run and created by the ackermans.” bunny palace is under the hands of those with the ackerman name. mikasa, the current owner, is softer on us than many. although the music blaring is not something you can get used to.

“hello! i’m moonie! it’s so good to meet you, are you new here?” yakuro was tired, it was about 4 more hours until he shift ended and he was already hungry again. salad’s really don’t fill you up especially when you wolf them down. his feet ached and cried out each time he took another step, he wanted to lay down and use rindou as his personal body pillow.... rindou! ‘i hope he’s okay.’ he thought, placing himself beside the very important client his boss claimed. “oh i am! it’s nice too meet you moonie.”

“it’s so good to meet you too! we have a few rules here that our bunnies tell each new client: i’ll sit and pour you your drink and be your personal bunny. please treat the bunny well and we will have no problems. if they bunny feels uncomfortable the bunny has full rights to leave and find a new client. if you understand these rules please enjoy your bunny. please keep touching to a minimal. do not force your bunny drinks or food. respect your bunny. is that doable?” yakuro asked with big puppy eyes, a big smile, and high pitched voice. “of course!” the customer happily said, hand already on his thigh.

i am SO uncomfortable was all that yaku could think about, his eyes flicking between the customer and each place his gross hands laid upon. squeezing every-so often like it was a pleasuring act for yaku. before he removed the man’s hand, he restrained himself. drawing a large breath before responding to the customer. “i’m so sorry sir! shall i get you something to drink?” yaku pouted, “if you’d like, moonie!” i’m saved.

yakuro smiled and stood up, “why of course! i’ll be right back!” like a breath of relief, he rushed to the staff room. he waved to some girls, “not on stage today moonie?” one asked, a baby stripper new to the bunny palace club. “yeah! boss was all: ‘act cutesy, be close, allow touching this once. there are really important customers here today.’ like thanks for threatening my paycheck and then saying that!”

“oh my, that’s rough babe. ackerman is always like that, it’s like she has a stick up her ass.” one of the older strippers that had been with yakuro since he started chimed in, “you’re right!” yaku chuckled, leaning closer into his vanity mirror to adjust his lipstick and have a chance to message rindou. 

40 missed messages. “i’m so fucked.” “why’s that babe?” “i may have forgot to message rindou telling him ackerman added hours onto my shift.” the room grew tense, “that’s awful? read his messages.” sei suggested, “might cool him off if he’s angry.

“alright!” yaku sighed with a smile, opening the messages. to his surprise, rindou wasn’t angry but instead worried that a client had gotten too touchy and triggered yakuro. after all, ran did inform rindou about the bits and pieces that sanzu did not tell yaku. “whew, i’m good! i’m safe. he’s just worried....” sei and bab took a loud sigh and began laughing. “BUT I’M FUCKED.” “really? that’s great! now go out! your client must be waiting.” 

yup the girls took it that way. “i will! don’t worry don’t worry. i just hope sanzu doesn’t buy the whole club.” “he won’t now go!” sei pushed out yaku who glanced over at the client who finished the previous bottle. his nose was red and was slightly swaying back and forth.

walking up to the bar, yakuro ran into polaris. “polar!” “moonie.” “can you get something for my client? he seems to be a lightweight.” “sure, i’m sure he wouldn’t mind beer.” polar sat down the cup he was wiping back and forth to keep busy.

“the bar isn’t very busy huh?” “oh no, it’s just we got our best girls today dancing and the waitresses and working ten times harder. it works out for both of them and neither of them have to fight each other about unfair pay. tomorrow you’ll be our best so good luck.” polar smiled earnestly to add to the words of encouragement, sliding over the foaming beer over the black marbled counter. 

“thanks! i’ll need it.” turning with the drink in hand, yaku noticed the man’s disgruntled face. he looked as if the whole world was going to blow up and he was watching the countdown. ‘act cutesy, act cutesy, act cutesy.’ it was a constant mantra in his head before he sat down and opened his mouth.

“what could be wrong sir?” yaku felt like rolling his eyes into oblivion, he could care less. “oh it’s just something wrong with the gang.” “oh my, a yakuza?” boring, yaku fake gasped handing over the bear to the angered man. “yeah!” he said pridefully with a chuckle, gulping the drink down and slamming it down. “something about bonten this and that and one of our men died.”

now that’s interesting. yaku felt like walking out to just go see sanzu, it felt like everything was reminding yakuro of him. hell even the purple lights were. but alas he was stuck eyeing the entrance while the man babbled on and on about this whole yakuza shin-dig he was in. he decided to slip off his shoes because the waitresses’ assured the man that they would handle getting drinks.

it felt like hours, drink after drink the world became more hazy. yakuro grew a high tolerance because of his job but he seemed to be losing himself while the client seemed more than sober. “you.. slipped somethin, huh?” the client beside him flinched, clenching onto his bag. “w-what? are you sure you don’t have a low tolerance m-mr. moonie?” the man stammered, through gritted teeth yaku managed to huff out a ‘whatever’.

“miss. ackerman set you up? thought so, the bitch never liked me because i have a bonten member for a partner. guess i’m finally leaving this hellhole. send her my best regards, yeah?” he asked with a agitated tone. his words were laced with threats, raising slowly. “mr. moonie?” “i’m leaving, i want to leave. i have to go see rindou.” he dug the acrylic nails that were done just recently into his thigh. fuck the shoes. 

whatever was in the drink didn’t seem strong but it had yakuro in and out of conscience. the man who was once his client seemed nowhere to be found, leaving a stumbling yaku to himself. sei noticed this and dropped her waiters plate, running over to the bunny who was just about to fall. “MOONIE!” 

          ާlocation, the bonten loft.             early morning, 3am.

blue eyes fluttered open, fighting the urge to close once more. “they’re awake! rindou, they’re all good!” a familiar voice echoed throughout yakuro’s head. his body felt numb, in an attempt to speak he noticed his voice was gone. every one of his senses felt like they were being drowned under water. his eyesight was the only thing that was significantly normal.

though his contacts seemed to be taken off, leaving the blue and purple hues of yaku’s true eye colour roaming free. rindou’s footsteps were heavy and had a quick pace, the vibrations went through the bed. “yaku?” his usual docile purple eyes were filled with worry and anger mixed together, forever burning until yakuro got better.

all the man managed to do was a weak smile, his eyes blinked slowly while he stared at rindou. the two conversed, rindou’s agitation growing as his jaw clenched harder with every muffled word sanzu spoke. “i am very upset sanzu, yakuro was drugged. AGAIN!” “we can’t do anything but sit it out! we don’t even know who it was. rindou you need to calm down.” sanzu too was frustrated beyong belief.

the whole loft was filled with tension that was denser than a brick wall. everyone considered yakuro a part of bonten after two years. he even got a bonten tattoo per mikey’s request. it lays on his right shoulder which he covers up during his job with makeup despite his hatred, it was the only condition ackerman gave him before he could work at bunny palace. ackerman and bonten hated each other, seeing a bonten tattoo at the ackermans would start a war. 

“he’s quitting that job and working at our club. this is the last time i’ll EVER see him like this again.” this wasn’t the first time rindou raised his voice when he was angered by the way yakuro looked in this condition. unable to move, speak, only look plainly at the wall with a weak smile here and there.

it tore him apart from the inside out each time, it did every member living in the loft. finally after whatever happened between those two. sanzu left, rindou left as well but returned with water and began to cuddle the numb and quiet yakuro.

[icyharrington]

Xavier x female reader x Ray, getting caught by Montana and Brooke and Chet. Reader has handcuffs and a bong.

okay so i forgot to incorporate the whole handcuffs thing but uummm yea. lol 

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wc: 1.3k 

pairing: xavier plympton x ray powell x reader

warnings: m/m/f threesome, vaginal sex (spitroasting), blowjobs (m/m and f/m), handjobs

 //

“Truth.”

Ray looks up at you from under dark eyelashes, thumb flicking at the lighter as he positions his lips over the mouth of the bong. He takes the hit like a champ, sucking an impressively massive tuft of smoke into his lungs without so much as a grimace.

When the last of the gray smoke has left his throat, amalgamating with the rest of the dreary fog that hangs low within the walls of Xavier’s van, he screws up his face in thought.

“Was kinda hoping you’d say dare.” He tilts his head to one side, passing the bong to Xavier, whose hooded blue eyes are already droopy and bloodshot. “Okay, I got one. It’s lame though. Out of everyone in the group, who would you most wanna bang?”

Too high to scoff at the perverted childishness of his question, you actually think about it for a minute. You’re deep into staring at Ray’s expectant expression, admiring the smoothness of his velvet-deep skin and fullness of his lips, when you accidentally let it slip: “You.”

His eyes widen and you hear Xavier laugh, low and lazy, into the mouth of the bong. Your heart skips a beat once it registers what you’ve said, but the pot has made it near impossible to care.

“No shit! Never woulda guessed.” You can tell Ray is trying to suppress a self-satisfied grin, white teeth digging into his plump lower lip. “Honestly was expecting you to say Chet.”

“I was expecting you to say me,” interjects Xavier with a joking twinge to his voice, one hand positioned behind his head, handing the bong to you. “And to be totally honest, I’m a little offended.”

You stare down at the bong, for a moment forgetting how to use it, and you wonder whether the hazy atmosphere of the van is due to the amount of smoke that’s built up, or your intoxicated state.

“Aw, don’t be, Xavy Gravy,” you nearly slur, using the intentionally cringe-worthy nickname you’d thought up for him when you’d first met. “I’d totally fuck you too.”

Xavier’s lips fall open into an exaggerated look of surprise. “You would?”

“Yeah,” you say casually. “Why not?” You’re being serious, too. You have a thing for guys who wear earrings.

Ray stretches, the hem of his shirt lifting and exposing a sliver of his smooth, sculpted tummy, and you find yourself licking your lips (and maybe it’s just the weed, but you could’ve sworn you just saw Xavier do the same).

“I mean, we’re all alone, right?” Ray says, eyes flashing from you to Xavier and then back again as he moves to lift his shirt up over his head. “Why don’t we try it out?”

Xavier’s pink lips curl up into a mischievous smirk, his cross-shaped drop earring swaying as he turns to poise an eyebrow at you.

For a moment, you’re almost apprehensive, before the feeling is overtaken with a much more poignant wave of arousal. There are two good-looking guys in front of you propositioning a threesome; you’d be an idiot to turn them down.

You grin. “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”

//

“I ain’t ever gotten head from a dude before,” Ray says, looking down to Xavier, who’s craning his neck up from where he lays to take one of his balls into his mouth.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” mumbles Xavier against Ray’s sensitive skin before delving back in, one large hand moving to entangle with your hair. Xavier’s on his back with Ray knelt by his head, while you’re settled on your stomach, using one arm to prop yourself up while you use the other to pump your fist up and down the blonde’s thick cock; Ray looks almost godlike as he jerks himself above Xavier, his head falling back as a moan of ecstasy escapes his full lips; You’re mesmerized, observing the way Xavier’s apt tongue forms shapes along the underside of the dark-haired man’s enormous erection, and quickly you come to the conclusion that this can’t have been the first time he’s done something like this.

Letting go of Xavier’s length, you spit crudely into your palm before resuming your prior motions, this time moving exponentially faster than before.

Xavier hums contentedly, the vibrations traveling to Ray’s cock, who groans and reaches down to grip tightly at the head of tousled blond hair beneath him.

“Shit, man, you gotta slow down. I’m about to bust and I still wanna fuck (y/n),” Ray sputters, drawing his hips back slightly. You and Xavier let out a unanimous giggle, your (e/c) eyes matching with his, and he shoots you a seductive wink.

“I’m that good?” he drawls, voice husky, causing Ray to groan in frustration when he pulls away. “Go on, then. Lemme see you fuck the shit out of (y/n).”

Ray stands, and eagerly you roll onto your back, making quick work of your linen shorts and flinging them across the van. You can hardly believe this is really happening, but it’s all moving too quickly for your drugged-out mind to comprehend, so you decide to just go with the flow.

“I don’t like you in that position,” Xavier remarks, coming up behind you to flip you back onto your front with ease; you nearly moan aloud at the rough feeling of his calloused hands on your sides, looking up at the blonde with wide, innocent eyes as he kneels before you. “C’mon, sweetie. Let’s see how well you can suck dick with a cock inside you.”

You take the cue to shift onto all fours, arching your back for Ray, whose hard-on is resting against your inner thigh. He places a hand on your hip before easily sliding his cock inside you, all the way to the hilt, until you can feel his balls slapping harshly against the tops of your thighs. You scream out, mouth falling open at the intrusion, tight walls stretching wider than you’d ever experienced before; Xavier takes the opportunity to shove his cock deep into your throat, muffling your cries as Ray begins to adapt to a fast, hard rhythm of thrusts.

You suck Xavier’s cock to the best of your ability, but it’s difficult, with Ray pounding into you like his life depends on it. You gurgle pathetically, a string of spit dripping from your lower lip and down your chin, knees raw and red from pressing into the hard floor.

“Fuck yeah, take my cock,” Ray murmurs under his breath, his fingers digging into your hips so harshly you’re sure you’ll have a few bruises to show for it tomorrow. “Taking me so good.”

You’re so wrapped up in the pleasure that you almost don’t notice the stream of soft evening light that cuts through Xavier’s dimly lit van, your eyes only opening when Xavier removes his cock from your mouth, sending you into sputters.

“Ho. Lee. Shit,” comes Montana’s voice, and you fall forward, scrambling around to face the source of light; to your horror, it isn’t just Montana standing outside the van: she also has Brooke and Chet in tow. Xavier and Ray scramble for their clothes, the van bobbing back and forth at the sudden rapid movement of three bodies. “I just made a joke about you guys having a threesome, but I didn’t really think it’d actually happen!”

She sounds almost gleeful, bouncing on the balls of her feet while Chet stares forward, emotionless; Brooke looks vaguely traumatized.

“We’ve been looking for you guys. We were starting to worry that you got captured by Mr. Jingles or something.”

“Ha, nope,” Xavier mutters, a flush of pink dusting his porcelain cheeks. Ray can hardly speak, his gaze fixed on the floor, refusing to face the very same people who’d just been face-to-face with his bare ass and balls.

“Well, now that we know you’re safe… don’t let us ruin your fun!” Montana wiggles her eyebrows suggestively before partially shutting the door of the van, poking her head through the open gap that remains. “Be safe, kids!”

And with that, she slams it all the way shut.

You almost would rather that Mr. Jingles had been the one to find you.

[nightowlfandom]

Kim Namjoon Imagine- Oblivious

REQUESTS ARE TEMPORARILY CLOSED.

OMG AUTHOR-CHAN WHERE DA FUQ YOU BEEN. 

Places....my internet decided to die on me and be a bitch soooooooo ya. i how you doin?

Leggo!

...

"I refuse!" you spat, glaring at your father. "You can't make me do anything. I am old enough to make my own decisions!" You were a legal adult, you couldn't be controlled or manipulated into doing anything. 

"Y/N this deal was set before you were born." you mother argued. " Plus, he is a very nice young man." 

"Okay but what does that have to do with me?!" you stared at your mom. "You two sold out your own daughter! For what? To fuse the family companies together?" you crossed your arms.

"Y/N, please watch your tone." your dad sighed, getting up from his desk. "It isn't like that."

"Then what is? Telling me I can't date who I want. That I'm essentially being subjected to baby maker housewife to some guy who has to be told what he wants?" you rebutted. "That's not fair."

"And you spending so much time with that boy is?!." you mother spat. "Spending a mere second around that delinquent could tarnish your reputation!"

You mother was referring to Namjoon, someone who you've had more than several encounters with. He wasn't like you. Translation he was the embodiment of a stereotypical fanfiction bad boy. (Minus the smoking and motorcycle, he was a car type of guy.) Long story short, you became a little more than friendly and your parents didn't like that, to your delight.

"What you mean the only boy on this planet who cares about what I have to say?!" you spat. "Because you two sure don't seem to enjoy listening to me!"

“That’s enough! Go to you room and get ready!” your mother glared at you, which prompted you to storm off, purposefully knocking a vase over hearing it crash, but not break onto the floor. “

....

The dinner was a complete bust. COMPLETE. You hoped you never had to deal with such a travesty ever again. But these were your parents you were talking about. You’d always be in some stupid situation.

“Hey babe.” fingers snapped in your face and you looked up to see Namjoon smirking at you. “Lost you for a second.”

“Sorry, I was thinking.” You smiled straightening up. “What were you saying?” You were at his house because fuck your parents and them trying to tell you how to spend your free time. Namjoon knew who your parents were and his feelings towards them were less than pleasant.

"Well I wrote a few more verses I want you to look at.." he gave you a notepad. "Before I record them I want your opinion."

"I don't know why you enjoy hearing my opinions. Your lyrics are amazing regardless.” You replied, smiling. “I know nothing about rapping anyways.”

“Is it a crime to want to hear my girl’s opinion?” He asked, making you heat up in embarrassment. He saw you looking down and chuckled, pecking you on the lips.

“S-shush, just give me the notepad.” you pouted, taking the notebook from him. I stared down , my eyes skimming over the page. Namjoon’s lyrics were always good to you, so your opinions were kind of one and the same, not that he minded.

“Well?”

“It’s better than Expensive Girl.” You joked, causing his eye to narrow into a mock glare. “Just saying, ya shoulda kept that one fore a...rainy day.” You kept reading. “Is this about me?” You had noticed keywords that had sort of felt like they described you.

“Yeah, I gotta include my source in inspiration.” he said like it was obvious. 

“You’re silly.” you giggled.

“Maybe you don’t like Expensive Girl because you’re just an innocent little girl.” he shrugged,

“I’m not-”

“Yes you are.” he poked your nose.

“Well we can’t have tons of girls all over us just for being good looking.”

“I’m not that type of guy Y/N.” Namjoon frowned a little. When you had first met him, you thought the worst of him, THE VERY WORST. 

“I know you aren’t, but they way you talk leads me to believe otherwise.” you nudged him. “And the way you act too, sir.” you poked his nose referring to how he used his charm to sweet talk his way out of every little situation. “Geez you have the mouth of a sailor.”

“Okay I only said  ‘If at first you don’t succeed, fix your ponytail then try again’ and it was at my friend’s wedding, so it’s not that bad. “ he laughed.

“I don’t get it?” You tilted your head to the side. Namjoon cocked a brow up at your confused face. “Where did that come from?”

“You don’t get the joke?” he asked. “You’re serious”

“Not really? What does a ponytail have to do with-” you were genuinely confused. Fix your ponytail then try agai-

Before you knew it, he had burst out laughing, holding his stomach.

“YOU ARE SO INNOCENT! Don’t tell me you’ve never had sex either!” he said, still laughing.

“Wait a second! When did this topic even come up?!” You looked up, absolutely mortified.

“Face it baby, you’re so boring, haven’t you ever been wild? And playing tennis with the rich neighbors doesn’t count.” he chuckled.

“I HAVE BEFORE!” You crossed your arms. “A long time ago.”

“A long time ago.” he repeated. “Babe, I’m sorry but you have never had fun a day in your life.”

“I mean I haven’t had time to since my parents are overbearing assholes. You’re the first real guy who has ever....” 

(Flashback)...

“You haven’t flipped that page for 30 minutes.” A voice made you look up from your book. A boy with dark hair and clothes to match was smirking at you. 

You had known Namjoon from the other side of town. He usually hung out at underground clubs and bars. From what your other friends told you, he was dangerously charming. You never talked to him though.

“Y-you were watching me?” you asked.

“You aren’t that hard to miss.” he chuckled. “You’re the only one dressed so proper here.” 

You glanced around. He was right. Everyone else looked so cool and you?...eh

“What are ya doing here anyways?”

You were hiding from your parents who had wanted you to meet some other wealthy weirdos. Anything for status and new friends. “You’d think my reason was stupid.”

“Ha. Try me.”

“...Trying to live without my parents breathing down my neck.” I put my book down on the table. 

“Hm. You’re parents some kind of-”

“Business people.” you cut him off. “Even being seen here might freak them out and then I’d get a lecture about status and upbringing.” You replied.

“Sounds tough...but that doesn’t explain why you’ve been reading off the same page for the past thirty minutes.”

“...Have you been watching me?”

“....Good point, I’m Namjoon.”

“Y/N” 

(End Flashback)

That was a long time ago, and after weeks and weeks of trying to convince you, you finally went out on a date with him (which involved you having to sneak out) but still.

“I didn’t really have a life before you, y’know.” You mused, smiling a little. “Sure you got me into some things that made me wanna kill you, but...”

“But I was too handsome to say no to?” He joked, which made you smack him with his own notepad. 

“No!” you rolled your eyes. “Ah you ruined the moment you jerk!” you crossed your arms. 

“Oh come here.” Namjoon throw his arms around you, pulling you close. “ I’m glad I met you.” Namjoon finally said. “At first I thought you were a stick in the mud but-”

“Yeah yeah.” you mumbled. You knew where this speech was going. “But you grew to love it.” you thought he was gonna say.

“Actually I was gonna say that you actually ended up being the only girl who stayed with me, who liked me for who I was and stuck around long enough for me to show you who Kim Namjoon was...even if I got you into a bit of trouble.” he chuckled. “I love you Y/N. Not just that dumb ass I like you and you like me shit either. I love you so much that I would do everything for you, and if I couldn’t I would make it happen. I want to take care of you and give you everything you want in life...” 

You looked up in shock, Namjoon had told you he loved you before but he never said it that way. Before you knew it, that same smirk returned to his face. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Ugh you really know how to ruin the moment.” you poked his cheek. 

“and you love it.” he winked, crawling over to you.

“Yeah you’re lucky I do.” you mumbled. “Otherwise we woulda had some problems buddy.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes at you and kissed your lips again, gently caressing your cheek. You moved to sit on Namjoon’s on lap like he loved. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his body heat against your skin. You felt his hands slip under your shirt. The feeling of his warm fingers made you jump. This made Namjoon’s movements cease.

“We don’t have do continue if you don’t want to.” he breathed heavily. “I’m sorry, I got carried away-”

“N-no,,,I want to.” you stammered. “You can keep going.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “If you say that to me, then I won’t be able to hold myself back.” he said, digging his head into your neck. “You know that, Y/N.”

“I’m sure...you can keep going..”

You were suddenly pinned down to the bed by Namjoon. 

...

“FUCK” he grunted, his body rolled against yours. “Shhh, not so loud baby.” he chuckled. “Wouldn’t want to wake my neighbors.”

“N-namjoon...I’m...I’m gonna-”

“Not yet, wait for me. Please...” He brushed stray, sticky hairs from your face. “You look so cute,”

He sloppily crashed his mouth over yours, his member twitching inside of you.

“Baby, cum for me.” he whispered. Your arms had somewhat tightened around his neck, feeling him twitch even more.

It felt like things came crashing down on you as your orgasm shook and vibrated throughout your entire body.

"Run away with me." he breathed out, coming down from his high.

"What??" you looked up at him wide eyed. "Did you just ask me to-"

"Run away with me." he repeated, his breath evening out. "Come be with me...don't worry about this...this life, your family. Y/N...I love you."

You sat up in bed, looking down at him. "Namjoon-..I-"

"I want you to be happy, to be able to do what you want, when you want. I want to wake up to your face every day. I want to make you happy, I want to help you live your dreams and...not worry about being told what the fuck to do anymore."

He sat up as well.

"Yes." you cut him off. "Yes I'll run away with you."

“Yeah? For real?”

You could only nod as you felt your mouth be covered by Namjoon’s again. 

“Fuck I love you so much.”

...

You could shove almost everything you owned into one large duffel bag despite the complaints of your mother.

“So you’re going to live with that gutter trash of a boy!” you mother stood by the door frame with a glare on her face. “Think of what this could do to our family’s reputation?!”

“Like basically selling your own daughter to some loser isn’t tarnishing enough!”?!?!” you scoffed. “I’m an adult, and I don’t need this, and I sure as hell don’t need you two!”

You had made sure to pack everything you had bought with your own money. Knowing them, they’d try to make you leave behind the little shit they bought you.

“Young Lady you are not to go anywhere near that boy and that is final! I’ll take away your allowance!” your father snapped.

“Go ahead, i know you and mom like to take from my bank account anyways to buy shit you don’t need.” you rolled your eyes. “Like that five hundred you guys used to buy a new vase when I needed it for my hospital bill when I broke my ankle?” you said flatly. Thank god you had your own account no one else knew about or else you’d be screwed.

“What about your marriage!”

“Call one of my cousins I’m sure they’d love to take my spot.” you began dragging the three duffels you owned. You didn’t have anything of value from your parents, anything actually useful like your laptop and other things were all purchased by other people. Just as you got to the front door, you saw Namjoon standing in front of a van.

“I bought some friends by to help.” he motioned to his friends who were getting out the car. Hoseok, Yoongi, Seokjin, and Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook.

“How did you guys all fit in that car?” you asked curiously!

“We took two cars!” Jungkook replied. “So are these the parents?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yep.” Namjoon scoffed. He grabbed two of the bags out of your hands. “I’ll take that.” He threw them in the back seat onto the car floor. 

“If you leave with those delinquents, you are no longer part of this family!” your father threatened. “You will be outcast and everyone will know it!”

“...I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” you replied. “Now are you guys gonna let me go or-”

Your father sudden took a walking start for you, as if he was about to grab you and drag you back inside.

“GET BACK!” Hoseok stomped menacingly to your parents who jumped in fear. “I’ll take that, Y/N.” Hoseok grabbed your last duffel as Namjoon wrapped an arm around you.  

“You don’t want to try that again, I wouldn’t want your driveway to be covered in blood.” Yoongi threatened. Unlike Hoseok, Yoongi wasn’t hesitant about getting in your father’s face. Before anyone could say anything else, a black car pulled up. A man in a tuxedo got out, a cellphones practically glued to his ear. 

“Whose that?”

“Ah Chairman!” you heard your father bark, sending a snide smirk your at. The stranger took the sunglasses off his face. You recognized him as some big shot CEO that your father loved to suck up to. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here on business. What do you want?”

“Well I’m afraid I’m no longer in need for that favor I asked of you. It appears that my daughter is NOT the one for the job to be your intern.” you heard him say. So to add to the hatred of your parents, he was now..taking away job opportunities? 

Well, you would have cared more if you knew who he was.

“And who is your daughter, and most importantly why should I ca-” his eyes fell on you. “...You must be Y/N!”

But apparently he knew you.

“Namjoon my boy!” your boyfriend walked up to the man giving him one of those dude-hugs. “This must be the girlfriend you were telling me about?”

“You know him?” I asked in surprised.

“You know him!?!?” Your father asked just as appalled mixed with disgust.

“Of course, this is my favorite nephew!” the man laughed, his now serious demeanor turning friendly. “Ah, I’ve heard so much about you, Y/N. Namjoon here tells me nothing but good things.”

Your family look just as surprised as you. Namjoon returned to your side.

“Y/N, uncle here works for (Insert dream job company here). I emailed him your resume and he’s been waiting to meet you for a while!”

“So this is your family?” he nodded his head towards your mother and father.

‘Not anymore, i’ve been outcast.” I shrugged.

“Well that’s too bad.” he shook his head holding out a business card. “Now, if you’re as talented as Namjoon says, then your father setting you up as an intern is just insulting. I’m actually looking for a new vice president.” he got a car out his back pocket. “Give me a call.”

You wordlessly took the card. “T-thank you!”

“And if you ever need anything, you just call me. Anything for t  elove of my nephew’s life!”

He put his shades on and turned away. “You’re fired.” he snapped at your father as he walked away.

“You ready to go?” Namjoon asked, gently grabbing your hand. You nodded, letting him lead you to his car. 

“I call front seat!” you hopped in the car before Hoseok could even reach it.

You didn’t even look back at your parent as you all laughed at Hoseok’s sulking and mumbling “Geez, she’ll fit right in.”

(So did I make myself cry writing this, maybe. But that’s my business.)

[rynhaswritersblock]

tiktok famous (hc) - part three | p.p.

summary: you and peter doing various tiktok trends. y'all know the deal

warnings: ultra chaotic writing (i have nine other drafts forgive me i am a tad bit stressed), cussing as always, and HOPEFULLY GOOD WRITING??? oh and yes as always peter being Babey

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- HI!!!!!! BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE TIKTOK HCS!!!!!!!

- i got a few requests/ideas from y'all for more tiktoks so here we are

- tbh since so many new trends are constantly coming out i might just make this a whole ass SERIES but we'll see

- who knows if i can even handle that

- btw:: if i forgot one or there's one you really want me to write you can comment it and i'll try to add it to this!!! if it's too long since posted though i'll add it to my drafts <3

- OKAY TIME FOR CHAOTIC ENERGY

- as mentioned in past versions of this series

- tiktok dances are ADDICTIVE!!!

- and you literally broke a goddamn sweat learning supalonely but we're NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT IT

- and you and peter are hanging out one day

- and as all of these ideas happen

- you get ~inspired~ by the for you page

- you set up the camera, flipping it so that it's facing peter and not you

- the lil shit hasn't even noticed that you got up yet what a poop

- but as soon as the music starts playing he raises his head

- you're doing the supalonely dance like a fucking BOSS

- all while pretending to be looking at yourself in the camera

- you don't let yourself stare at the screen so you don't get distracted

- but

- of course

- peter is nodding his beat to the beat, clapping for you, and when you to the body roll thing on "drinking" he lets out a whoop that makes you wheeze

- when you finish you laugh, letting out a sigh and grabbing your phone

"not gonna lie, you ate that."

"i know."

- you sit back down next to him, heart rate in da Clouds, and start watching the video

- petey boi is just sitting there like a puppy, crooked smile on his face as he watches you

- in a few parts he's even doing the dance with you

- and he looks so in awe

- you can't stop watching it and smiling at the screen

- but then the fucker sits down next to you and is like "you should post that it was really good"

- so you show him it

- his face gets all red bc he's babey

"you were videoing me??"

- OKAY NEXT ONE

- so i think we all know the rosa videos

- for the b99 fans: rosa rosa rosaaaaaaaaaaaa

- she's a QUEEN

- and you constantly quote those things like

- every time there's a silent moment you're just like "you're fucking lying let me see" and the whole team (avengers squad) is like ayo stfu

- one day y'all are just hanging in the commons of headquarters

- we're getting the band back together!

- and you start videoing cause you're bored

- you point the camera at peter

"aye dude come here?"

- everybody groans and peter gives the camera a sassy look, tilting his head

"you're gay? i fuckin-"

"language," steve mutters

"-knew it dude!" you smile, zooming in on the camera

- peter gets a confused look on his face

"wait no i'm bi"

- tony effin SHOOTS UP

- sitting like there's a goddamn board in his back

- and he slowly turns his head in your direction

- eyebrow raised

- you bust out laughing and so does everyone else, including peter

- tony's looking around like "hey what the FUCK is HAPPENING"

"stark, you didn't know?"

"NO??"

- lol we stan bi peter parker

- aight BACK TO THE SHITS AND GIGGLES

- so you and peter are obsessed with that quirky tiktok bartender girl who makes all the drinks

- i forgot her name but she's like

we're gonna do 2 ounces so that's 1, 2, 3, 4! we're gonna give it a nice strain! andddd shake shake shake shake! fun, right?

- yk what i mean

- hi it's editing ryn it's her tiktok is like paradise bartender

- and so one day

- jk one NIGHT

- it's like 2 am

- and you and peter are like

- let's make lemonade. but like. Fake Alcohol Version Because We're Underage

- and so y'all run to the kitchen

- you almost crush and die from slipping on your socks

- the two of you and laughing and giggling as you run and around and get all your materials

"where is the fucking STRAINER"

"bitch idk help me find the lemon flavor packets"

- it takes FAR too long but y'all are finally ready

- you start recording and the two of you are already laughing

"hey guys so today-"

"TODAY" he pushes you to the side "we're gonna be making LEMONADE!"

- the two of you keep laughing as you shove each other trying to be the one in charge

- so basically

- peter gets water all over the counter

- some of the ice flies out when you shake it

- the strainer DOESN'T WORK AND ALL THE STUFF GETS EVERYWHERE

- and the small amount that lands in the cup tastes like whispering lemon

- like hella watered down there's like nothing there

- the lemon is SHY

- and then in the last 10 seconds of the video bucky walks in

- and he's like wtf... wait y'all are making lemonade??

- and the three of you end up making lemonade for real and drinking it while watching infomercials

- at two in the morning

- fun, right?

- those videos are so satisfying NEXT TIKTOK

- thank u ritxal for the idea !!

- so our boi PETE HERE

- is hella addicted to those cool pov videos

- and he gets a really good idea even though it would make him a SIMP

- he ends up deciding FUCK IT I'M MAKING ONE

- MY TIKTOK ACCOUNT IS PRIVATE ANYWAYS

- so he sets up his phone and jumps around to get ~~in the zone~~

- feeling stupid as hell

- he films one of those ones where it's the "from the other side" *noise!!!!!!!!* one's yk where the ppl are like "are you sure you want to __?" and it has the yes and no buttons

- you know

- i hope

- and he puts the text on it and shrugs, posting it

- meanwhile you're home and you get the notification that peter posted a tiktok

- obviously you click on it because

- uh

- because

- and you watch it and gasp because the caption says pov and ur like who tf is this man peter never posts povs

- you watch as peter is looking nervously at the camera and text pops up saying "are you sure you want to give up?"

- he presses yes and you're like oh god oh peter wait is this a sign shit FUCK

- a new text bubble pops up saying "do you want to see her?" and you fucking yeLP

- you're like holy FUCK WAIT WHO IS HER???? WIFE???? DAUGHTER?????? HUH!!!!!!!

- and then he presses yes

- and the screen goes black

- you see urself in the screen

- and you basically DIE

- a wheeze so hard that it hurts flies out of your mouth and you IMMEDIATELY PRESS DUET

- you start filming with your phone facing the ceiling and as the beat drops (or whatever when it's like ahhhh!) you pop onto the screen, smiling

- and you're like RANDOM CONFIDENCE BOOST WHATEVER POST

- and then BACK TO PETER'S PLACE

- HE GETS THE NOTIFICATION AND IS LIKE WHAT

- AND WHEN HE SEES YOU POP ONTO THE SCREEN HE'S LIKE HOLY FUCK

- AND SO HE FACETIMES YOU

- YOU ANSWER OBVI

"y/n what the hell"

"did you like it?"

"maybe"

- okay i wanna do another pov one so here we go

- i'm sure everyone here is acquainted with the "they call me tiago.. i don't know who's margo" ones

-  these are lowkey difficult to write out so i'm just gonna lay it out for you as best i can

- really trying here

- so peter posts the boy's voice part ("no no no... they call me tiago. i don't know who's margo? i just hit this lotto" etc etc etc)

- and when it's like idk who's margo he just holds a stare with the camera in like an InTiMiDaTiNg way

- even though he's babey and a literal puppy it actually like.. works

- and when you see it you're like yes so you post the other part (that people never do lol "her name is margo" etc all the female voicing)

- and you hold the stare too and EVEN LIKE RAISE YOUR EYEBROW SUGGESTIVELY AND GIVE HIM THE LOOK IYKYK

- so BASICALLY

- i'm really trying here i can visualize these tiktoks perfectly but GOD if i don't struggle a bit while writing them

PETER'S CAPTION: pov: we're rivals on separate missions but you keep screwing with my plans so i try to intimidate you

Y/N'S CAPTION: pov: we're rivals on separate missions but i found you cute so i decide to mess around with your mission

- OH BY THE WAY THE TWO OF YOU LIVE AT AVENGERS HEADQUARTERS AND HE POSTED "YESTERDAY" SO YOU DECIDE TO POST "TODAY" AND WALK OUT OF YOUR ROOM TO WHERE HE WAS IN THE COMMONS RIGHT AFTER YOU POSTED

- can y'all tell how messy my brain is holy shit

- pls forgive me i keep getting random ideas but IT ADDS TO THE CHAOS SO IT'S FINE RIGHT

- OKAY

- BACK AGAIN

- so you post and walk out and as you turn the corner to the commons you can hear the sound play and have to stop a moment to silently scream

- thankfully no one else was in there except for peter (whose back was to you) otherwise you woulda looked INSANE

- you walk up behind him and smile as he laughs slightly and watches it another time, pulling his phone closer to his face to read the caption

"holy shit," he mutters

- he closes his eyes and smiles and tilts his head back, resting it on the back of the couch (🥺)

"you like it?"

- lol

- this kid SHOOTS UP

- HELLO

"oh my god, y/n, what are you doing"

"coming to hang out with you??"

- he sighs as you come and plop down next to him

"what the hell is this"

- he shows you his phone

"a tiktok"

- he smiles and shakes his head (doing that thing where you like look down while doing it and it's so CUTE)

"yeah. i got that."

- NEXT TIKTOK

- alright guess the scenario

- just fucking guess

- i'll wait

- ...

- you'd best BELIEVE that y'all are chilling at headquarters in the commons rn

- where da HELL ELSE

- and

- like LITERALLY EVERY OTHER TIKTOK THAT I WRITE OUT IN THESE

- YOU AND PETE BE CHILLIN

- AND YOU SET UP YOUR PHONE

- god i'm starting to question if i'm capable of writing literally anything else damn

- peter's in the background of course

- and it's this godforsaken audio i'm sure most of you have heard

- you know the one where it's like fast music and then it goes "mm, yeah" and it's usually accompanied with a video of some really pretty girl fake moaning and like rolling her eyes while pushing up her hair??

- well

- all of that

- everything i just said

- is exactly what you do

- and the thing is

- as soon as peter hears the audio he recognizes it

- are we gonna talk about the fact that peter probably spent at least a whole night watching those videos because 1) girls are really pretty and 2) every time he heard it he could vividly imagine you doing it??????? no??? okay

- so he like

- sits up

- does the thing where he rests his forearms on his knees and leans forward, glaring at you through the camera

- and in the background

- if you're paying attention

- peter FLIPS HIS SHIT WHEN YOU DO THE "MM YEAH" PART

- he tHROWS HIS ARMS IN THE AIR LIKE WHAT THE HELL DUDE I THOUGHT I GAVE YOU SIGNS THAT EVEN THOUGH WE'RE NOT A COUPLE AND WE BOTH KNOW YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE OUT OF SPITE,, DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON VIDEO IS ABSOLUTELY OFF LIMITS!!!!!!!

"Y/N!"

- it's still recording and you turn around and laugh, throwing your head back as he jumps up and grabs you by the waist, pulling you in

- the two of you start play fighting just like elio and oliver from cmbyn (but a bit less steamy yk?? more innocent yet still w a bit of tension yeye)

- needless to say you keep that video in a very special place of your heart

- and so does peter like once the two of you stop wrestling you realize that the video had just been looping behind the sound of your laughter and fighting y'all watch it and it loops a few times while the two of you are silent and he finally goes "can you uh. can you send that. to me. ???????"

- next oneeeeeeeeeeeeee

- thank u lilmissquackson for the idea <3

- so in this one you and petey are dating

- and y'all decide to do the put a finger down challenge lol

- but instead of using an audio y'all decide to switch off coming up with ones on the spot

"put a finger down if your boyfriend tackles you every time you're standing near a couch or bed"

"put a finger down if your girlfriend still calls you dude"

"put a finger down if your boyfriend once webbed you to the wall because you wouldn't stand still when he was trying to kiss you"

"put a finger down if your girlfriend used her telepathic powers to keep you out of her room when she was mad at you"

"put a finger down if your boyfriend took TWO YEARS TO ASK YOU OUT"

"put a finger down if your girlfriend started laughing after you told her you liked her"

"put a finger down if you only started laughing because it TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH"

"put a finger down if your girlfriend showed no signs of liking you before you decided to ask her out"

"put a finger down if your boyfriend is the most oblivious boy in the world"

"put a finger down if you're in love with your girlfriend but haven't said 'i love you' yet because you're scared she won't say it back"

- your jaw drops and turn to him

- needless to say you were very glad to have caught your first "i love you"s on camera

- SIDE NOTE you did not post cause after you and peter watched the video back y'all were both like "we don't wanna be THOSE bitches"

- next one woop

- thank u MrsLillianAmbrose for the idea !!

- okay buds

- so here's the thing

- i hate to under-perform

- but i feel like the best way to get the full effect of this tiktok is to watch it and then just roll with me here

- SOOOOO (if u can)

1) open tiktok 2) search @_tharealjohnnyyy_ 3) go to his account (or it might just show up when you search) 4) and scroll to the "ways to cuddle" video 5) it was posted in february 2020 if that helps give u a time reference lol

- OKAY

- I HOPE Y'ALL GOT TO WATCH IT

- I TRIED JUST PUTTING IT IN HERE BUT WATTPAD WOULDN'T LET ME AND I COULDN'T FIND IT ON YOUTUBE (let me know if one of u does!!!)

- if u weren't able to watch it (i'm so sorry) i'm gonna do the best i can to at least make this entertaining

- WOOP

- so if you could see the tiktok that's really all this is

- you and peter doing literally the same thing

- y'all are giggling in between positions and peter struggles to set the camera up every time it falls

- he ends up just webbing it to the ceiling

- and in the end the two of you fall asleep in the reverse OG position with your fingers playing with his hair 🥰🥰

- i hope that was good enough im sorry AH

- next!!

- thank u Mendesmycam for the idea <33

- okay so y'all know that sound

SOMETHING ABOUT YA GORLL

REALLY MAKES MY HEADDDD WANNA TWIRLLLLLLLLLL

- or whatever the lyrics are

- those tiktoks are SO FUNNY

- AND YOU DECIDE TO COPY THEM

- so you grab a chair and sit peter down in the middle of the room and set the camera up

- luckily for you he has a bag of cheez-its in hand that you plan to utilize later

- babey has a confused look on his face as he watches you press play and he shoves some more cheez-its in his mouth

- the music starts playing and you just about bust out laughing as you walk all around him, running your hand across his chest

- his heart is racing he's like AYO WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN ON

"y/n what the hell are you-"

SOMETHING ABOUT YOU GIRL

- you practically snap into a weird position

- ur freaking arms are out in front of you and you're on your toes and knees are bent and you're hunched over and it's like

- a very interesting pose

- peter BUSTS OUT LAUGHING

- his eyes are all crinkly as he bends over in the chair

- you just about break but you manage to keep a straight face as you start dancing around weirdly

- needless to say you look like a goddamn CONTORTIONIST

- peter can't stop wheezing

- you make one of your hands in the shape of like the italian man hand this iykyk and fucking SWAN DIVE YOUR FINGERS INTO HIS CHEEZ-IT BAG

- meanwhile peter's STILL DYING

- and you take the cheezits and lean back, sprinkling them all over you (like the popcorn one if you saw that tiktok lmao)

- and the video finally ends and you get to laugh

"y/n what the hell was that"

"i don't know i thought you might enjoy a little entertainment"

- and of course

- that's exactly when no other than SAM WILSON fucking strolls in

- hey how y'all doin'- AHHH (get yo fucking dog bitch! ~it don't bite~ YES IT DO GET YO-)

- sorry got distracted

- and he hears you and his head SPINS ON OVER TO Y'ALL'S DIRECTION

"a little what now?"

- AIGHT GUYS

- LAST ONE

- Y'ALL ARE AT HEADQUARTERS CAUSE WHERE DA HECK ELSE

- this time you're in peter's room though

- and i'd like to imagine this one with the cool led lights because 1) tiktok and 2) i feel like peter would have those in his room

- y'all are just chilling watching hot rod (GREAT MOVIE BTW)

- and

- peter sets up the camera

- not to mention his heart is RACING RN CAUSE HE'S A NERVOUS BEAN

- and he hits record and leans back, letting out a sigh

- you don't even notice his phone literally right there cause you're just enjoying the movie

- a few seconds into the video and petey is like Visibly Freaking Out

- but a funny part plays and you laugh, looking over at him to see if he found it funny too

- he notices you're turning your head so he's like YES I LOOK AT TV HOT ROD MOVIE I AM LOOKING THAT WAY AND WASN'T STARING AT YOU OR THE CAMERA YES THIS IS A FUNNY PART I AM LAUGHING

- and then you look away

- and then he looks at you

- and ever so lightly grabs you by the chin

- and pulls you to him and plants his lips on yours

- finally, dumbass

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huzzah

i hope u guys enjoyed !!!!!!! ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

[atdelilah]

as per request: HEY THERE DELILAH WHAT’S IT LIKE IN ASHMONT CITY anyways what’s poppin y’all, it’s ya girl jalynn, back at it again with ya new girl delilah whom i based off of a mixture of the gotham city siren gang (aka catwoman, harley quinn, and poison ivy)!! i’m very excited to throw her at yall

i guess the easiest way to dive in is to just explain her backstory so here goes:

she is the youngest of two girls, and her parents own/run the biggest catholic megachurch in the state so. she’s rich, she has an image to live up to

as expected, that plan flops

her older sister, abigail, very much fits the “good christian daughter” mold, but delilah is just way too curious, and asks “why?” in the middle of church service way too often to even get close to fitting that image

yes, our girl has had problems with authority and being told what to do from a very young age

naturally, her parents were hating this very, very much and this is how the seed of a very bad relationship with your parents is born

but on the bright side! delilah and her sister were close as could be, two peas in a pod when they were kids!! they were basically polar opposites in terms of personality (delilah being the kid who will ask “why?” every time you speak vs abigail just respecting authority because what else was she supposed to believe?)

that was basically how her early childhood went. her parents wanting her to be more like abigail, delilah being like “okay anyways”, and abigail being angel girl that her parents loved the most

so then comes middle school (a tough time for everyone), and stuff in delilah’s life is either hitting the fan, or taking root so it can hit the fan later

the first thing to hit the fan: her relationship with her parents. at this point, delilah figured out that no matter what she did to be her own, her parents would never stop wanting her to be a clone of abigail, so honestly? she just stopped caring about their opinion altogether

they already were set in their belief that she was disappointing, and annoying, and just too much, so why not just do what you want anyway? that’s delilah’s thought process

she just blatantly started ignoring their rules, really. she started questioning her faith in more targeted ways, she started finding ways to sneak out of the house, and went out of her way to break her parents’ “no dating” rule

also it’s important to note that delilah went to an all-girls’ k-12 catholic school and she HATED it. she snuck out because she just wanted to hang out and go to normal schools like all her rich, non-catholic neighbors. plus her mother worked at the school, and delilah took any opportunity to just do the exact opposite of whatever her mom asked of her

basically, delilah liked finding ways of reclaiming her autonomy and personal identity because her parents’ worked so hard to try to take it away from her! it’s at this point where we see her begin to do things simply because they make her feel powerful and independent! middle school, am i right

the biggest downside to this is that it starts causing problems between her and her sister. with delilah being in middle school, and abigail being in high school at the time, it’s already obvious that problems would arise just due to the differences in age. but the differences between the two only became more evident as they got older; abigail was constantly ready to go tell on delilah, and delilah was always taking jabs and saying abigail didn’t have a mind of her own. arguing was a regular occurrence. the sisters still 100% loved each other, for sure, but it’s a tough age phase they’re going through, plus there’s just no such things as siblings that don’t argue.

now we’re in high school, another horrible and weird time for teenagers across the nation, but especially for our girl delilah

her parents are so beyond sick of her at this point, really. the only reason they haven’t completely cut her out is because it wouldn’t look good if they did r.i.p

delilah stopped going to church altogether, she’d gotten busted on her escapades multiple times (not that she cared, really), and the “no dating” rule was just.....so beyond ignored

the seed had been planted when she was in middle school, but when she got into high school, delilah just completely embraced how pretty she is. boyfriends, girlfriends, flings, sexual partners; you name it, she was doing it. she didn’t really know she was gaining a lil’ heartbreaker reputation because honestly? outside of the whole power trip it gave her, she was really just having fun ahdgashdgsdj

( small disruption to say drug tw here )

big downside to high school: in the midst of her constant sneaking out and rule-breaking, she fell into some things and people that she shouldn’t have, and by her senior year (17/18 years old) she’d developed an addiction to a small variety of drugs

like any addiction, it did have big effects on a lot of aspects of her life. her grades (which she generally took pride in) were slipping massively, and all of her relationships (friends, romantic, familial aka with her sister) were falling to points that were nearly beyond repair

abigail, being the big sister she is, was extremely upset about the whole situation and basically convinced their parents to check delilah into rehab and they were on board with the plan, not because they cared about delilah’s wellbeing, but because the way she was spiraling was a liability to their image in their eyes

so now delilah is 18, she’s graduated from that k-12 all-girls school (no longer at the top of her class), and is promptly checked into rehab, we love this for her! but she absolutely hates the whole thing, so .

she didn’t hate the literal getting off of drugs, but what she hated the most was that she felt like she’d proven her parents right. to her, it was one thing to let them just assume the worst about her; it was a whole different feeling to actually give them something as big as this to root their assumptions in.

but that (plus the underlying desire to not worry her sister) was enough for her to take being rehabilitated very seriously. she did what she had to do and was out by the beginning of the next school year! probably one of the first times in her life she actually followed instructions from authority figures, honestly. but she told herself she was doing all of it because she wanted to, not because she had to.

also just something to add, it was in rehab where delilah got super into poetry and reading and classics!! it’s not like she had an abundance of things to do at her disposal, so she picked reading as a hobby to pass time but ended up being really into it. it was one of the first times where she felt like she had a purpose in life outside of living to fuck with her parents asjdhaskdjha

fast forward, we now have senior year college girl delilah!! she’s 3 (going on 4) years clean off everything she was addicted to!! we love this for her determined queen

she’s also worked really hard to rebuild her relationship with her sister and they’re back on very, very good terms. she’d do anything for her sister, period

but delilah is still delilah, she’s still a lil heartbreaker, she’s still hard-headed as ever, and she’s still got a variety of other things to learn about and grow through but i don’t wanna talk all about it here and make this longer than it already is asjdhakjsh onto the next part!

personality!

+ independent, dedicated, passionate, sensitive but lowkey she’d rather die than admit it or show it

- stubborn, prone to isolating herself mentally/emotionally, self-sabotaging, good liar but she considers this more of a skill to use here and there

100% will do anything for the people she loves......now that list isn’t necessarily long but. once you’re on that list, you’re On that list

the investigation.....

okay so basically delilah is 100% anti-daisey

she didn’t really know daisey too well growing up and didn’t really care to asdjkhasdkjh but they were both in rehab at the same time so they officially met then

but daisey enjoyed picking at delilah’s little insecurities and also talking shit about her sister, and like the picking on her was like "eh i don’t like you" but talking shit about abigail? l m a o

basically if delilah hadn’t been so determined to be on her p’s and q’s in that rehab center, she woulda beat daisey’s ass, and that’s point blank period

plus delilah just didn’t like daisey’s attitude or anything even aside from how daisey treated her specifically, like just the way she treated others turned delilah off of her

so yeah when daisey turned up missing delilah was just like that....is not my problem 😗

when daisey turned up dead delilah was like damn 😗 sucks to suck r.i.p though

i’m not saying delilah killed her or anything but i’m just saying. delilah’s got a short temper and probably had to be held back anytime daisey said anything funny about abigail (which was all the time bc like. it’s daisey)

and the whole killer on the loose sending messages thing creeps her out but like. she’s very much a go with the flow, look at the big picture kind of girl so she’s just. trying not to let it phase her too much

connections!

y’all already know i’m not picky about anything just throw an idea at me and we can make something shake

and i think that’s about it? like this, or hmu or anything if u wanna plot i’m really excited for all of ur characters to talk to the kid!! also can u guys guess which gotham city siren i pulled the most inspo from (admins not allowed to guess bc u guys already read my app)

[eerythingisshaka]

Death of a Bachelor

(Erik Killmonger POV)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: sSmutSs, fuckboyness

A/N:  Possible new series?  So hear me out, this was inspired by the movie Alfie, the Michael Caine version is the only one I seen.  But Erik is going to experience four, maybe five women, each very different from the next.  He’s having fun with them but at some point he’s going to have to tighten up on some of his ways, whether it’s with a lucky lady from the five, or by his damn self.  I also just wanted to do a smut since I haven’t in a minute and no one is gettin any in my series’ (also I may have some residual hormones that I can’t work out right now because nature doesn’t want me to have any pleasure this week, so I’m getting it out here). The one time my mama asks me what I’m writing about and it’s THIS, smh. First POV of a character, so hopefully his spirit comes across here.

I swear God had a sense of humor making a nigga like me.  The average man woulda been shot his on brains out with the bullshit I have had to deal with in my life.  I’m not goin into all my childhood shit right now, that psychology and repressed emotions bull never rocked with me for real.  Nah, I’m talkin bout my life right here, right now.  People just won’t leave me the hell alone!

So boom, it’s like this.  I like to take care of myself.  I do my cardio every Monday, Wednesday, Saturday.   That can be runnin, boxin, some P90X or whatever the fuck to keep me on my toes.  I do weight training Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, doublin up when I feel like it with my cardio days; lightwork, you feel me?  All that to say ya boy is stacked.  You couldn’t put no more muscle on this 6’0 frame if you tried, took a damn long time but I finally got my shit filled out right.

And I’m proud of my shit, gotta double back by the mirror every so often just to catch myself lookin.  I ain’t narcissistic or nothin, but fuck you if you think I should be humble, I earned this.  

I say all that to say it’s funny how people think they entitled to your time just because you give em some dick every other visit.  Females will tell you different, but they just as thirsty as niggas these days.  I go out the gym, fresh from a shower in my wife beater and sweats, right?  I got my shades on cuz I’m not tryna socialize, just get my protein powder and jet.  

What they do?  Stare at me walkin past the produce section, holdin they bananas in a daze, fuckin me with they eyes!  On one hand, I’m cool with it, like I said I work for this body to be admired.  Bitches love feelin on my stomach and chest while I dig them out, clawing my back when my shit too deep for em.  But then I say good morning, and they ass wanna look at me funky and go about they business!  Like I bothered them with some eye fuckin!  Bitch if you don’t go on somewhere witcho thirsty ass!  Maybe my approach is off, but fuck that, I know what you were thinkin bout, and that don’t require much introduction to get to.

That’s a good sign for me though, cuz I know they gon run off to they little friends talking bout, “Girl, this fine ass nigga said Hi to me at the grocery store today.  Bitch, I hope I see him again, I might have to fuck him right on the tomatoes!”  I know them!  They act proud, but they don’t wanna come off hoeish.

Lemme see you be a hoe!  I cannot stress that enough!  There’s an artform to it though, don’t go comin up on me, rubbin my ass and whisperin in my ear (depends on the location and time of day though for that).  Shit, come up to me and say hi for once!  Being the aggressor gets tired after a while.  See, when a baby girl come up to me, smilin all confident and shit like she holdin the meanin to life between her legs, askin me who I am and what she wants, NIGGA!  You ain’t said nothin but a word, ma!

That’s how I got involved with this one girl, Venice, like that town in Italy.  She a real cute redbone, bout 5’5 wears these red bottom heels everyday (at least she has em one whenever I see her...never takes em off).  She work as a paralegal, so she gotta wear blazers, skirts, or pantsuits, which I don’t always find sexiest but the way she gets em tailored to her body, whew man, it’s almost porno levels of ridiculous but that’s just cuz how thicc she is.  Bitch can’t help it!

I go to this deli shop on lunch sometimes and she was in line with her phone glued to her eyeballs, so I knew she wasn’t wantin to be fucked around with.  I respect a woman’s boundaries, you ain’t gotta tell me twice to go the fuck on somewhere.  But tell me why when I’m pickin up pastrami on rye, ready to smash that thing I hear her behind me talkin bout, “I took you as more of a footlong type of guy.”  If that ain’t no damn innuendo I don’t know what the fuck is.  I’m lookin at her like she gotta be jokin, but damn her with that fuckin smile.  She smelt good too, like coconut and fresh laundry, she was clean clean.  She tried to hide her lil joke talmbout “I meant you so look like you workout, your meal just don’t match the appetite I envisioned.”  So I ask her if she been envisioning in more ways than one and that got her cackling real quick, touchin on me like we old classmates reuniting.  Long story short, we exchanged numbers and I get a text at the end of the day askin me to pull up to her job and next thing I know, we fuckin on her desk.  She loud as fuck too.  The building seemed like it was cleared out but damn, the police coulda been called for all she was doin.  The pussy was fire though, almost had me losin my shit.  She keeps it clean, except for some hair across the top of her pussy like a toupee.  She likes to ride it though, that probably has to do with her profession, wantin power over people.  Soon as she start cummin though, she a damsel in distress needin her Superman to finish things off.

So I been fuckin with her for a little over a month now.  It’s real causal, we meet more after dark than in the daytime.  It’s fun, I ain’t had to jackoff too much cuz she seems to work with my shit like  circadian rhythm or whatever.  Soon as I felt my shit gettin hard, my phone light up.  

Tonight wasn’t no different.  I was working out late that night, finishing a couple of miles on the treadmill when a notification interrupts my music.  I look at my phone and it’s a picture of her hand spreading her pussy lips out.  Damn, purple and pink were my favorite colors.  I had to hit the emergency stop so I didn’t bust my face on the machine.  I let her know I would be there in a hour, she says to make it 30 minutes.

This is when I have a problem with her, she think she run me!  If I tell her I can’t come today, she says she can help with that.  I tell her I’m tired, she say I don’t have to do shit but lay there.  I was outta town once, and she still not satisfied until I get her on FaceTime so she can see me jackoff while she play with herself.  If it didn’t turn me on so damn much, I’d drop her for good.  

So, after I shower and start heading to my car, she text me with this address I don’t know.  When I Googled, it led me to some condo on the other side of town.  I asked her what this was about and the bitch left me on read.  Fuck outta here with that shit.  I ain’t Scooby Doo, and I don’t feel like solvin mysteries.  Fuck I look like?!

But my dumbass follows the scent of hot n ready pussy soon as it pops up, so I go and whatever.  Place look like the fuckin Powerpuff Girls live here, doin the absolute most for one woman to be livin in by herself.

When I go knockin on her front door, it just opens on its own like a haunted house.  I peek in, bout to call her lame ass for tellin me an address I don’t know about, tryna get a Black man killed, I hear her voice.

“Come on in, baby.”

I stepped my ass in there real slow, checkin my peripherals until I saw her sittin on the couch in some see through robe lookin at her fireplace.  I coulda busted concrete with the hard on I got lookin at her.  Those titties, nigga, sittin up under her chin practically, just overflowin she so big.  

“What’re you standin there like you seen a ghost.  Come sit like you got some kind of sense.”

“What you got the front door open like that for?”  I asked her, sittin next to her.

“I knew you were coming by.  I don’t feel like getting up if I don’t have to.”  She takes a bottle of Hennessy from the table in front of us and pours two glasses, handing me one of em.

I take a sip, nursing my drink.  “You tryna be a pillow princess tonight or sumthin?  Wantin me to do all the work?”  I asked her.   I couldnt help but reach out to feel that ass through her robe but she smacked my hand.

“Not like that, Erik!  I want you to finish that drink, and maybe another.  I want to be entertained a little more than usual tonight.”  She knocked back her drink quicker than a jackrabbit on a date.  She set her drink down, scooching over closer to me.  I couldn’t keep my eyes off them damn titties!  She started rubbin the inner part of my leg and I took the Henny down, you feel me!  

She poured me another drink and started talkin all general about my day and shit.  I wasn’t giving her nothin but one word answers cuz I was startin to get a lil lit off of the drink and she kept playin in my hair, kissin my neck and shit.  I was tired of tellin her to chill out with alldat cuz I damn sure was ready to teach her ass some fuckin manners.

So I grab her thigh and pull her big ass over my lap, giving them cheeks a Jaws of Life-ass squeeze.  I heard her gasp from my strength, she love that shit.

“Erik, hang on-”  She try and say but I ain’t wantin to hear her mouth.  I slip my hand in her panties and started washing my hands, her shit was like a faucet with that drip.  I knew she was ready, think she playin with somebody.

“Fuck a ‘hang on’.  Hang on these nuts, what you finna do.”  I was bout to be in my element!  Pussy poolin and I was finna dive, my nigga!  Next thing I know my hair gettin pulled and yanked backward, hurt like a muthafucka.

“Damn Venice!  What the fu-”

She took my hand and licked them off all slow.  I felt her tongue dancing on my fingertips before she pinned my hand back.

“I really, really, love it when you’re rude, Erik.  I do!  But when I tell you to hold on, you say ‘yes ma’am’, remember?”

She pullin that dominance shit again.  I ain’t on no punk shit, let the record show.  But if this moves things along, then, “Yes ma’am.”

Then the damn doorbell rings!  “Finally!”  Venice gets up for the door, walkin all fast.

“Who the fuck are you expectin?”  I’m gettin loud with her cuz I didn’t sign up for none of this shit.  I was supposed to soak my wood and dip, she be extra but this on some other shit.

She turns around and puts her a finger to her mouth at me before opening the door.  Some blonde girl comes through the door sayin Hi and huggin Venice like this a tea party.  So, I’m sittin on the couch waiting for them to finish and her to leave, but Venice walks Jennifer Lawrence lookin clown into the living room.

“Erik, this is-”

“I don’t need to know her name, I need to know when she leavin.”  I’m heated!  My dick gettin soft by the minute, but Venice and her friend is unphased.

Venice starts playin in her hair and they start gigglin.  “She’s here to keep us company.  She’s fun, I think you both would do well with each other.”

Nigga, when she said this, I wondered if she spiked my damn drink or some bullshit.  “I don’t associate with white folks Venice, stop wastin my time so we can do what I came over for.”

“That’s why Abbigayle is here!  She wanted to meet you and-”

“You tellin bitches about me?  Talkin behind my back?!  I ain’t a damn gossip topic, fuck is your problem!  I don’t fuck white bitches either, so you can just step ABBA!”  I was ready to pack my happy ass up and go.  Too many females on this planet to be strung up on one dummy.

“ERIK!  I’m not going to be interrupted again!  You’re making me lose my patience, that isn’t going to go over well for you.  Be nice!”

I said already I ain’t no punk, right?  And I meant that shit.  But I ain’t never one to fuck up a good time, fuckin is fuckin, so let’s just see what happens.  “Yes ma’am.”

Venice liked that, she instantly walked all slow and sexy over to me tellin me good job and shit, kissin on me.  For a second I forgot about Abracadabra but then I feel an extra pair of hands at my lap and I see her unbuttoning my pants.  Venice tooks my face back to look at her; she is really fuckin beautiful, I can’t even lie on that.  Her lips felt like when you ain’t had Starburst in a while, and the first one in the line is a Pink or a Red, nigga her lips juicy as fuck and I didn’t want her to stop puttin em on me.  

So we makin out on the couch and Abacus got my dick out and starts lickin and kissin my shit like it’s a damn bomb pop.  That’s cute and all if I rock with you, but if I don’t know you like that?  You just playin, show me what the hell that mouf do so I can hae somethin to talk to the homies bout later.

Venice gets off the couch and sits across the room in a chair, leaving her leg over the arm so her legs are spread out.  I finally was gettin hard again, poor Abilify probably thought I was gettin there from her hen peckin round my shaft.  Nah, I couldn’t hold back seeing Venice sittin there like she ain’t give an entire fuck that some random bitch was suckin my dick!  Like, she ain’t been shy about what she likes in the bedroom but fuck, this was some new shit she pullin out on me.  

When Venice took off her bra to let them titties hang on her stomach, I was about to lose my damn patience.  I look down and Albuquerque and decide she needs some instruction on what to do when you got dick in your mouth.

“Open ya mouth up.”  I told her, pulling her hair back to hold it behind her head.  Soon as she does I pump my dick all into the back of her throat.  She start hittin that gag reflex just right and then I let her breathe while she coughs and wipes her mascara down.  I look over at Venice who has a slick smile on her face, nodding at me to continue.  When Abomasnow started bobbin on my dick again, she was two handin my shit right?  Venice brought a real lazy ass to this party.  So I popped her face tellin her to take it deep.  White girl was a trooper, I give her that.  She barely got it halfway in before she started to gag, so I held her down just to make sure she wasn’t playing.

Lookin over at Venice, now she all relaxed, panties to the side with two fingers diggin herself out.  She was bitin her lip tryin not to cum, she bet not either.  With her full attenion I let her friend breathe again before I made her face my playground, fuckin the shit outta her throat.  I tried my best to imagine it being Venice’s pussy like she probably wish her fingers were me.  I couldn’t take no damn more.

I pulled out of Arby’s and strolled my ass on over to Venice, ready or not.  Venice wasn’t fightin though as I picked her up under them thick ass legs while she held onto my shoulders.  I guided her onto my Johnson and slid right in that bitch like it was nothin.  She was so damn wet for me, and her face said it all that she was finally gettin what we came there to do.  Venice pussy reminded me of when you just sat down after bein up on your feet all day and you feel like your heart is beatin in your soles when you get them propped up but it’s so damn better than gettin back up again.  Venice knew how to tease me, and that shit was torture, but fuck if that release ain’t sweeter for it.  Kissin on her lips while she breathin on me kept me goin, so I put her down turned her around by the fireplace.  I picked her leg up and back and got right back in that pussy.  This was my favorite position, cuz she felt tighter from behind, and she screamed louder too.  Singing my name out like a gospel, cussin me out so much it almost hurt my feelins.  Almost.  

I almost forgot about her friend, til I felt a ticklin on my balls and there was Abscess tryna feel a part of this too, lickin my nuts and Venice’s pussy when I was slammin too hard in them cheeks.  It was whatever though, cuz not a damn thing was bringing me out of her til I was through.  

While I’m holdin Venice’s titties bouncin round, I felt myself gettin close, but that wasn’t happenin here, not like that.  So I pull out of Venice, almost kickin Albany in the face and take her chair spot.

“Lemme fuck them titties real quick.”  Venice gets between my legs and wraps them tig ol bitties round me, holdin them in place.  Ma had my dick CREAMY, I didn’t even notice til then, she was cummin harder than a muthafucka.  Venice friend helped keep her hair back, encouraging her with some “Go girl, get that cock baby!”  type of Bring It On like nonsense.  This ain’t no damn pep rally, fuck is you doin?  Me and Venice were in our own damn world anyway, watchin her tongue hang out to catch my tip when it poke from her cleavage made me mad.  She knew what the fuck to do, and I can’t stand it!  Nigga, that nut was so long and hard, it could break steel, but it painted her face like a damn masterpiece, stickin on her eyelashes and shit.  What the fuck she get for makin me work so damn hard.

With all that, her friend was pretty chill by the outcome.  “Damn, Venice, you weren’t lying at all.  Shits real!”  givin Venice a high five while I pulled my pants up and she wiped her face.  

“Right?  Told you!  Ok guys, I have to get some rest so just see yourselves out.  We should do this again!”  

I just knew she wasn’t talkin to me, but she really was walkin up her steps to her room like we were her employees clockin out.  

I asked her, “Aye, Venice!  This how you treat guests in your house!”  

“You ain’t gotta go home, Erik, but you have got to get the hell outta here before my husband gets home.”  Venice said with a flick of her wrist.  Bossy ass bitch!  

Me and Abbreviate walk outside and I just had to ask her somethin for what just happened.  “Do y’all do this a lot?”

She just shrugs.  “Sometimes, but I don’t say yes to every invitation.  You just sounded too promising.”

I nodded, confused as hell, but flattered.  “Right.  And how y’all know each other?”

“I’m a colleague.  Worked on a case together and got a little closer than necessary.  Been a good friend since.  Take care of yourself, Erik.”  She gets in her car and that was that on that.  

When I head to my whip, I get a text notification.  I just knew it was Venice asking me to come back or at least a thank you.  But no this time it was my other situation, Genesis.

Masterlist

[fictional-scenarios]

May I request a continuation of the last Aizawa one where the reader is a villain? It would be cool to see how they clean up their act and how their relationship starts. Thanks for your hard work on everyone's requests. :D

something even more new 

pairing: aizawa shouta // reader

a/n: since this is kind of a broad request im do headcanons that turn into a scenario :3 enjoy!!!!

part one!

warnings: none!

Since your last encounter with the hero EraserHead, you really are sure that you left that scene a changed person. The day after you told yourself that the call had been too close, that he really was planning on turning you in. He would have if you hadn’t caved and begged, dropping your cocky and playful attitude. You had to plead with him just for a final chance and fuck if you weren’t going to make it count. Not that you had much of a choice, afterall. If you got into trouble again you doubt he’d let it ever slide again.

A week later you finally take the first step in bettering yourself. You ghost whatever little friends you have who you’re sure would work to turn you back. You burn your suit, throw away and crush the stolen items you’ve accumulated over the years. It’s hard as hell even if you were never the most sentimental person in the world. Once your room looked nearly barren, you let out a deep sigh and flopped onto your bed, one of the only items you bought yourself with your own money upon moving into the city. Without all the mementos of your past staring you in the face, you finally feel like you might be able to breathe a little bit better.

The next step you take is finding a proper job. While you wished you would have sold all your stolen goods when you got rid of them, you knew it was better this way. You weren’t a crook anymore, and non-crooks got money the same way of everyone else does. You apply at whatever cafe you can, fill out the resumes and stealthily throw in that you’re a very ‘flexible’ person who can work many different jobs at once. Quick on your feet, easy to get along with. Of course no one knows just where your accumulated experience is from, but you’re sure you can come up with something on the spot. You’ve always been good with your words, after all.

Luckily you get an interview from a local cafe just a few blocks away from your tiny home. It’s very lax from the looks of it, mostly focusing on coffees but also bears a nice section of books and comics. Easy enough, but already you can tell it’s going to be boring compared to your old job. You get the job on the spot, the elderly owner more than happy to introduce a new member to the team. They’re all mostly older but there’s a few people your age, all of which are oddly suspicious that they’ve never met you before. You tell them something that isn’t entirely a lie: you never really got acquainted with anyone. Kept to yourself, spent most of your time working. Of course they took it without batting an eye and welcomed you to the cafe with open arms.

Working a position so mundane was one of the harder parts of ‘getting better’. You were always a person who’d love to get thrilled, lived life on the edge, so spending your time serving frappes and selling brownies didn’t really make you feel like you were getting the excitement you so craved. Every now and then you would have fun with your coworkers or you would spark up a conversation with a customer over a book they were buying, but you still found yourself daydreaming now and then about your old pastimes.

More specific, you would daydream about your old interactions. Eraserhead, namely. You missed taunting him, bounding roof to roof with him on your tale. It was always a game of cat and mouse and you enjoyed every single moment. You hadn’t seen or heard from him since then, but perhaps that was for the best. He likely wouldn’t even recognize you anymore. You certainly wouldn’t.

About a month into your new found life, you started feel yourself longing to slip back down that hill. Little things here and there, the urge to take some money from the register or snag a watch off a customers wrist. You were always confident in your skills and despite the break you were sure you could pull off your stunts just as easily as you always had been. At one point it the urge gets to bad that you almost cave. A customer leaves his wallet on the floor right by the exit and it would be so, so easy to just take it. You can see him outside the window typing on his phone, completely unaware. With no one looking, you take a deep breath, slink to the door, and pick it up. It’s heavy in your hand, the man surely has a lot of money stored away. You could steal it. Slip away and take it somewhere it would never be found. No one would suspect you- people lose wallets on the streets all the time. It would help you pay your bills now that you aren’t making nearly as much…

As you bite your lip, you make a choice that seals the deal.

“Sir!” You hollar, pushing the door open. The man stops typing, looks up at you like you’re insane. The closer you come the more he can see what you’re holding, and soon enough he’s patting his back pocket with wide eyes.

“O-Oh!” He gapes as you hand it back to him. “I had no idea…!”

“Hah, yeah. Woulda sucked to leave without your wallet.” You rub the back of your head sheepishly. “I’m just glad I caught you in time.”

“Thanks so much, this really means a lot.” He eyes you for a moment. “Y’know I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here save for working at the cafe. Live nearby?”

You shift your weight. “U-Uh yeah. Just moved here recently so I haven’t really…”

“Moved in yet?”

Despite having lived in the area for years, you nod. “Yeah. My place is like, empty, hah.”

Not a lie, but not a truth either. The man seems to bite, smiling warmly at you and saying, “Well, see you around. Thanks again, it’s nice to know we’ve got good hearted people like you in the city. We could always use the extra kindness.”

You sputter, “Have a great day, sir!”

When he nods, you turn your back on him almost a little too quickly. Heart in your throat, sweaty hands, for some reason that was one of the only things you’ve ever done that have shaken you. You’ve never been a friendly face, let alone someone considered ‘kind’. The mans words for some reason resonated within you, made you feel a strange sense of appreciation that you’d never really experienced before. Though unsure if it felt good or bad, it was definitely new.

As you step back inside the cafe, you’re stopped by a voice.

“Wow. So you really have taken a new wing.”

Instantly you’re searching everywhere, only to stop at a figure crouched atop the archway leading into your workplace. Wearing all black as always, hair messy and falling around his face, Aizawa perches and watches you from above. He’s just as scruffy as you remembered, but not nearly as annoyed. He doesn’t look as troubled as he always does when he’s chasing you through the city.

“Eraserhead.” You place a hand on your hips and flash him a cocky grin. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

It’s a line you’ve said time and time again. He scoffs, and for just a moment, it feels like old times. He narrows his eyes at you, and this would be the moment you’d start running, but this time you don’t. For once you have no reason to. He leaps down and sizes you up, eyeing the nametag and the flour covered apron you wore.

“Never guessed you’d apply here of all places.”

“What, I can’t like coffee?”

He shrugs loosely. “Didn’t say that. Just not used to seeing you looking like a normal person.”

“Wow, thanks.” You deadpan. “This was the first place that called back, and I’ll take whatever I can get.”

Aizawa shoves his hands in his pockets and shifts his weight. “So you’re suddenly just an all new person?”

“I mean, I guess. I’m trying to be.” Looking away, you sigh. “It’s harder than I thought it would be.”

“You seem like you’re doing fine.”

“Yeah. Better than I thought I would be but…”

“You miss it.” Aizawa finishes for you. “Or it’s a habit.”

“Both.” You give an empty laugh, and he grunts. Flashing him a cheeky grin, you know you don’t nearly have as much confidence than you would if he busted you mid plan. If anything, you’re sure you look more nervous than anything else. “But hey, we had a lot of fun, didn’t we?”

The way he rolls his eyes makes you laugh again. “You were a pain in my ass.”

“Yet you always let me go.”

A pause worms it’s way between the two of you. You stare at him, he stares right back, tired eyes still watching as if he’s trying to decide your next move. Perhaps he doesn’t really believe you’ve changed, or maybe he just isn’t sure how to interact with you beyond an energetic chase. You break the silence before he can, reaching out and taking the door to pll it open. Without making eye contact, oddly docile, you say, “I’m taking my lunch, if you want to sit with me for a bit.”

Aizawa is quiet, but then he shrugs, follows you inside. You leave finding a seat to him as you walk behind the counter and clock out, hollering to your coworkers in the back that you’re taking a lunch while it’s slow. Taking a seat across the table from Aizawa, you bring both you and him cups of water. Strangely he speaks first, the moment you sit down.

“Do you like it here?”

It catches you off guard, but you nod regardless. “It’s fine. Boring, but fine. Keep’s me out of trouble.”

“Good.” He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. “I’d hate to have to turn you in after all this hard work.”

“What can I say? You scared me straight. You’d make a good security guard, you’ve got the scary eyes.”

“Thanks.” He grunts, and you flash an insolent grin.

“Anytime.”

His eyes follow the menu along the back wall as he speaks again, mumbling, “I thought you were going to skip town.”

“I thought about it but…”

His eyes flicker to you. “But what.”

“But I guess I realized running wasn’t really… An option anymore.”

“I’m surprised.”

“Why’s that?”

“Seemed like running was your favorite part.”

“It was,” You brighten. “Until you were actually going to turn me in. Suddenly it wasn’t as much fun anymore.”

Aizawa picks up his drink and takes a sip, huffing a laugh as he brings it to his lips. “Now look at you. Serving coffee with a smile.”

“Well that depends on the customer.”

“Mm. New life but the same attitude.”

“I mean I can’t change everything.” You tease. “Gotta keep some part of my identity. Plus,” You lean forward on your elbows, eyes devious as they always used to be. “You love my attitude.”

He almost chokes on his drink, and you let your head fall with laughter. This is what you missed, even if it wasn’t the same anymore.

“Not funny.” He grunts once he’s caught his breath, and you try to stifle your remaining giggles.

“Very funny. Hilarious, even.”

“Don’t forget I still have the power to turn you in.”

It’s an empty threat, you know it is. You poke the bear anyways, just as you always had.

“Me? Break a law? Eraserhead you should know me better than that. I’m just a simple person making some coffee and selling some books. I’ve never even so much as looked at a villain a day in my life.”

“Yeah, yeah. Such an innocent, law-abiding pedestrian.”

“Yep, that’s me!” You point at yourself with your thumb. “Model citizen right here.”

Aizawa scoffs, but it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him do so without the bite. Without the venom, the irritation.

“Good,” He says. “Keep it that way.”

You hum in amusement. “No promises.”

“You better. Don’t make me have to do checkups just to keep your ass out of prison.”

Your brows raise. “So now you’re trying to keep me out of prison?”

“If you ever paid any attention you’d realize that that’s what I’ve been doing since the first time I caught you red handed.”

Whatever cockiness you had before was punctured, your eyes widening for a moment. “Seriously?”

“You were such a pain all the damn time. It would have been much easier to just let the authorities handle you but,” He sighs and looks into his drink absentmindedly. “I saw potential.”

“Potential…? What kind of potential?” He lets his eyes wander around the cafe, the cheery signs, then he lets his eyes fall back to you. He stares at your nametag, and you frown. “You saw potential in me being some simpleton waitress at a cafe?”

“Being a good person. And by the looks of it, I was right.”

“You can’t prove that.” You cross your arms defiantly, eyebrows raising.

“You gave that man his wallet back when you could have easily snatched it for your own.” Aizawa’s eyes are on yours, and you slump your head down to your shoulders. Damn him for always getting you in the end, one or the other.

That strange sense of appreciation bubbles within you again. This time you cope with it differently, and you realize that it doesn’t feel bad. 

“Shut up.” You grumble. “But… Thanks.”

“For?”

You shrug. “For seeing the potential, I guess.”

Leaning back in his seat, he sighs out. “Yeah. Don’t make me regret it.”

Despite knowing you’ve got nothing against him, you can’t help but give him a toothy grin. “No promises.”

“Don’t make me check in with you.”

“What if I do?”

“Then I’d have to keep tabs. Make sure you’re on the right path.”

“So you’ll visit me?”

“If I have to.”

“Here?”

He eyes you for a moment, catches the glint of excitement in your words. Although you’d never expect it, the corners of his lips upturn just enough to soften his expression.

“Once a week.”

“Only once?” You hum. “That leaves six other days to get in trouble…”

“Twice, then.”

“I dunno….”

“Three times. Take it or leave it.”

“Well how can I say no when you’re just so eager?”

“Could you at least try to hide your excitement?”

You giggle. “I knew you liked me.”

“Alright, that’s it.” He starts to get up and you leap, reaching out to grab his wrist.

“Wait, I’m only joking!” As he starts to sit back down, you smile. “Three days a week. Right here.”

“Three. Only three.”

You look down at your drink before flicking your eyes right back to him. “Never more?”

“Don’t push it.” He mumbles, and you realize you’ll take whatever he’ll give. Three days is a blessing.

“____!” Your attention is suddenly yanked away, and you see your coworker standing at the register. He’s one of your newer friends, someone you felt oddly close to despite your naturally high walls.

“What’s up?” You ask.

“Are you done with your date? You’ve got five more minutes.”

You gawk. “O-Oh! This isn’t-“

“Hey, no judging!” He cuts you off when you flush. “But seriously. Don’t clock in late or boss will have a fit. He’s a cool guy but he hates late-punchers.”

Aizawa sighs and stands, and immediately you’re flooded with disappointment. For the first time you’d been having fun with him, conversing. No chasing, no fighting or one liners, just… A nice conversation.

“I have to be leaving, anyways.” He says, and your face falls. He rolls his eyes. “Are you gonna start crying?”

“Maybe. I’m a bit softie now, remember?”

“Softie my ass.” He grunts as you stand up. You follow him to the door and as he pulls it open, that same disappointment only gets heavier. Regardless, you grin at him when he steps outside and turns back to look at you in the opening. “Bye.”

You go to say goodbye, but then it hits you. “Wait!” You call, and when he turns, you say, “I don’t even know your name. Just Eraserhead.”

Aizawa slumps his shoulders. “Aizawa.”

“Alright then, Aizawa,” The way his name feels in your mouth is… Nice. “I’ll see you in exactly… 2 days from now!”

“Yeah. Think you can make it?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Good.”

He turns his back on you once more, and you let the door shut. Albeit still upset at the loss of him leaving, you can’t help but feel excitement building up in your stomach. Three days a week you’d have coffee with him. Just coffee, but it still made you light up in a way you hadn’t felt before.

As you clock in, your co worker pesters you about Aizawa, and you find it hard to not get even more excited talking about him. How you were going to make it two days you had no idea, but finally you were happy with the choices you’d made. Whatever urges you had before were gone, demolished.

This was going to be good for you, you could feel it it in your bones.

[brooklynnthinks]

You Idiot

Kirishma sighed as he looked into the mirror, his grip tight on the bathroom sink, he felt his quirk taking over watching his knuckles harden, turn into stone before his eyes, it only made him madder, he gripped the skin harder and huffed before letting go and rubbing his face with his hands. Just stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it you fool! You gotta do your hair! You got to get out there, just stop thinking about it.

It had been months since the incident,Since the villains had taken Bakugo. Hell, Since then I've done my internship, I've worked with some of the best hero's, I've fought beside the manliest of men! Kirishma slams his palms down onto the sink again growling under his breath.

Hell, Since that day we've passed the provisional entrance exam, we've taken on the Yakuza, I've fought next to Fat Gum in his deflated form. Hell, I've fought in my own final form. We've lost Nighteye....

Kiri looks into the mirror again his hands grabbing his hair gel as he unscrews the lid he sighs, but why does that one thing, that one simple thing keep replaying in my mind. It feels like it's been a year since that moment, and yet every night when I go to sleep it replays in my mind. He rubs his hands together spreading the gel to both of his palms and goes to work running it into his hair, going for his standard straight up spiked look. His mind replaying his dream.

The battle behind the wall is intensifying, the league of villains is trying to take Baku again, this time by force, and as usual Baku is fighting his way though, but there are so many, he can only do so much. I'm frozen to the wall, I can't let Baku go again. To my side Midoriya speaks up, this guy somehow is always coming up with a plan. He is always thinking ahead of the rest of us. “This plan won't work if I do it...” Midoriya looks up almost like he is punching me in the face with his next words “ You're the key to raising our chances of success, You do it Kirishima” If I wasn't already frozen in fear, I'd swear Todoroki had just frozen me. Me? Why would- “It can't be Todoroki or Ida or Yaoyorozu, It Can't be me.. You've built a relationship with him as equals, ever since we entered Yuuei.” The rest happened in a blur, I hardened myself and we smashed through the wall, propelled by Todoroki's ice path and Midoryia and Idia's quirks, we flew into the air. As we were flying I wasn't sure if I'd be able to yell out to him but when I looked down... I saw that smirk, that god damn smile that was always on his face in the middle of a fight, for such an angry guy he always smiled so much. With out even thinking the words flew from my mouth. “TAKE MY HAND!” The next thing I knew I saw him flying towards me a blast of an explosion behind him, “You Idiot” his hand wrapped around mine, and I swear I lost all the breath in my body, He was Safe.

Kiri felt his cheeks reddening, Why the hell was that moment stuck in his head, Baku was always such a mad guy, he just liked to fire his mouth off as much as he liked to fire off his quirk. He never backed down, he never let up on anyone, but in that moment he trusted Kiri, it was like he had accepted Kiri in that moment. Kiri shook his head and washed his hands his hair standing up on end now, he smirked to himself and nodded.. Super Manly.

Just then was when he heard the banging on his door “Hey stupid hair, You done getting pretty yet, I'm going down for breakfast!” Kiri smirked, “Yeah, Yeah Bakugo, I'm coming the door's open. If you want to wait.” He heard the door open and a chair scoot against the ground, as he walked out of the bathroom he saw Bakugo sitting at his desk his feet stretched up on top, he was leaning back on the back two legs of the chair, one of Kiri's manga's in his hand. Bakugo looked up and Kirishima could have sworn that Bakugo blushed a bit. “Tssk.. I at least figured you'd be dressed by now, do you always start with putting your goofy fucking hair up.”

Kiri rolled his eyes “Well I don't want to walk around with gel on my shirt all day, people might start asking what it is, or I am doing in my room, besides it's not like you haven't seen me with my shirt off before Baku!”

Baku threw the manga back onto the desk and let the chair legs down, Kiri smirked as he watched the brassy blonde stand up and walk over to him his finger tips seeming to sizzle, as if he knew it was going to happen Kiri quickly hardened his chest just as Baku slammed a explosion right into his bare chest. “Yeah, but at least you have fucking pants on then not some pair of skin tight weird fucking boxers. How the fuck do your balls even breath in those fucking things.” Bakugo growled.

Kiri backed up his hands in the air, laughing slightly as smoke rose off his harden chest “You know one day I'm not going to harden myself in time and your really going to fuck up your best friend.” Kiri slipped past Bakugo and adjusted his crotch quite obviously in front of the other boy, “And my Balls breath just fine, granted I wouldn't know why you would be so worried about them.” Kiri grabbed his pants and pulled them on. He glanced over his shoulder, was Bakugo watching him get dressed? It almost looked like there was a dangerous fire starting in the blonde boys red eyes.

“Hey, Hey Bakugo! I'm just joking! Let's go get some breakfast, you need to get some food in you before you blow this place up.” Kiri laughed again grabbing his shirt and buttoning it up his chest, he looked up to find Bakugo fallowing his finger tips..Weird.

“Yeah, Fuck you. Let's eat.” Bakugo shoved his hands into his pockets and started walking to the door. Kiri smirked watching the boy walk in-front of him. This guy, he was always such a mystery. But Kiri could tell the somewhere inside of Baku was a softy, in his own way he motivated the class to be better, to do more, whether he liked it or not Baku was kind of a small class inspiration in his own fucked up way.

“So what do you think about Endeavors fight the other day, that was really crazy.” Kiri brought up to Baku on their walk to the kitchen. He walked with his arms behind his head smirking over to Baku, he honestly wanted to know what the explosive guy thought about the fight.

“Tsk. The fucker, he took to long to fucking take that guy out. I woulda done it-” Baku stopped talking as they entered the kitchen Todoroki looked up awkwardly at the two raising his cereal spoon to this mouth. “Whatever it doesn't fucking matter.” Baku growled walking up to the fridge nearly ripping the door off as he opened it.

“Um, Yeah.” Kiri scratched the back of his head and smiled over to Todoroki “Hey! How are you doing today!” He sat down next to the icey hot kid and patted the kitchen table lightly. “What's your plans for this week-” Kiri was cut short as Bako yelled “Why the fuck is all the cereal gone what the fucking fuck am I supposed to eat in this god damn fucking place!” Kiri sat there almost stupidly as Todoroki got up and walked his bowl to the sink without saying a single word, he put his bowl in the sink, washed it out and then put it in the dishwasher. Bakugo's eyes never leaving the half n half boy's back while he did. “HEY WHY THE HE-” Kiri stood up quickly as he watched the sparks fly off Baku's hand. “Hey, Hey, HEY!!!!” He put himself between the two, he could swear the temperature around Todoroki dropped drastically, he felt himself shiver almost “Baku! I'll just make us some sausage and eggs! Don't worry about it!.” Kiri felt his back side return to normal temperature, and he felt the presence behind him seem to get further away. When he heard the kitchen door shut he knew that Todoroki had simply left the situation.

“Why the fuck would you stick up for that bastard?” Baku growled approaching Kiri at at rapid pace, sparks flying again. Kiri harden himself again, man he didn't need to train so hard during school hours because Baku really already tested his limits daily. “I wasn't I just thought that I could make some good grub for us! It'd be better than some cold cereal anyways, No one else will get a better breakfast than you! Just leave it to me bud!.” Kiri reached out and punched Baku's shoulder lightly, Baku quickly just turned around growling he found himself at the fridge door again.

“Fine what the fuck ever, I'll at least help, your dumb ass so you don't burn the place down.” Baku spoken the last part softly, almost so that Kiri didn't hear it. He laughed as Baku got the food from the fridge, Kiri grabbed the pans they needed. For the next few minutes Baku and Kiri worked side by side preparing their food together. Until Kiri bumped into Baku as he was scrambling the eggs, and Baku dropped the spatula onto the floor “What the fuck you dumbass!” As Baku dropped down to the floor to grab the fallen kitchen utensil so did Kiri, the knocked heads and both boys fell backwards onto their butts. “Ah, Shit! I'm sorry Baku!!” Kiri let out rubbing the top of his head. “Ah, Shit you fucker, why the fuck did you try to pick it up too!” Baku yelled rubbing his head also, he sneered.

“I said I'm sorry Baku!! I was just trying to he-” Kiri stopped mid sentence as he looked up, Baku stood above him smirking his hand stretched down to the red haired riot boy. “You Idiot.” The blonde boy barked down to the other. Kiri sat on his ass shocked as he looked up to the other boy, his heart began racing he felt like his heart was going to bust out of his chest and without thinking about it he hardened his chest, and reached his hand out to Baku he wrapped his hand around the others and took his help in being pulled up from the ground. But he couldn't let look up into Baku's eyes. He suddenly felt a warm, hand on his chin...WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!! Baku pulled Kiri's chin up and smirked as he looked into his best friends eyes.

“Did you harden your tongue again and forget how to unhardened it again, you dumb fuck?” Bakugo laughed at his own joke and his warm hand tuned into a fist as he lightly tapped his rough knuckles to Kiri's chin. “Come on stupid, I'm fucking starving.”

With that Baku grabbed another spatula, and turned back to the stove. Kiri just stood there, shocked, had Katsuki Bakugou just touched his face, brought his chin up with not a punch but the soft touch of his palm...No.. He defiantly didn't, I mean he did turn his hand into a fist and lightly brush his knuckles against his chin...That DID happen..But no Baku would never, ever touch anything or anyone so lightly.

Kiri laughed awkwardly “Yeah, Baku, me to..Me too.” Kiri bit his lip, there was no way that had happened he had to have imagined it. His best friend yeah was lighter on him than anyone else, but could he really have done that? To him? Kiri balled his fists and shook his head, there is no way that Baku would ever treat him that way. Kiri stepped up next to his best friend again and started to plate up the sausage that was done. Baku stepped up to plate the eggs next and then they both sat down at the table, Baku instantly dug into this food and Kiri kind of played with his before he started eating it. When he finished he looked up and Baku was already putting all the dishes into the dishwasher.

“Hey, Um, Thanks for helping me out with the food-” Kiri started but Baku interrupted him. “Don't ever fucking thank me again you fucking hear that dumbass. You don't have anything to fucking thank me for, Nothing at fucking all, ever again.” Baku growled as he took Kiri's plate from him, at the same time shoving his finger into Kiri's shoulder, “You Got that, You Idiot.”

Kiri Gulped, Why did he have to keep saying that, You Idiot, Why did Baku keep having to say those damn words! He realized Baku was still standing over him, one finger pressed into his shoulder the other hand holding a plate, why was Baku also touching him so much today. Kiri gripped Baku's finger in his hand and looked his best friend in the eye.

“I'll always thank you Baku, I don't think you've ever been thanked a lot in your life. So I'm going to be the one to do it.”

“Tsk” Baku pulled his finger back and walked the dish to the dishwasher “Fuck you. You don't know anything.” Baku growled slamming the dishwasher door shut. “What else are we going to do today? You Idiot.”

[dixiechip]

Always - Part 7

Okay guys. This one is super serious and very triggering. Please read with caution. 

TW: abusive past relationship, physical abuse, mental abuse, rape (slightly descriptive), self harm, blood, blade mention, etc. 

I’m sorry if this is too much for some of you to read, but it is a major part of the development of my OFC. This chapter was based on personal experiences so please take it easy on me. I’ve already received hate about this story and it really sucks when some of you guys do that...

KEY:

Thoughts

~Dream~

*** Time jump

~~~ Flashback

[Her POV]

             Fear radiated through me. My hands shook. I had yet to open the door but he could see me through the small glass panes on the door. “Open up, sweetcheeks. We got some talking to do, now.” I stepped back from the door. If I ran, I could make it to the big truck and take off but if I didn’t make it, that would be the end of it all. The beating will be worse if you don’t open the door.

             I stepped towards the door and unlocked it. He stepped in and slammed the door behind him. I kept my distance from him and the dog growled at him. “You better put that bitch up. Go and lock her up, now.” I slipped my fingers into the dog’s collar and pulled her through the kitchen. I set up the baby gate to keep her from leaving the laundry room.

             When I entered the living room, he was sat on the couch with his muddy boots kicked up on the coffee table. “Make me a drink, sweetcheeks.” I jumped at the boom of his voice but complied. I made him a cup of tea and brought him the fixings. Beau always insisted on mixing his own tea. I set the cup down on the arm of the couch and held out the sugar and creamer. He snatched it out of my hand roughly. I sat on the opposite side of the room and fiddled with my hair. His eyes raked over me and filled with rage.

             “IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?! YOU FUCKING SLUT! WHO FUCKING TOUCHED YOU!” His voice boomed through the house and he stood to his feet. He made his way to me and grabbed my shoulder roughly. He pulled the shirt off my shoulder and pressed his finger against the base of my neck. Daryl left a love bite on my skin before he left…

             “WHO THE FUCK DID YOU LET MARK YOU?! YOU FUCKING WHORE! BET YA LIKED IT, HUH? CHEATING ON ME WAS FUN FOR YOU, HUH?!” I flinched and shied away from his touch. His hand held me in my seat and his grip tightened. The sting was sharp and pain filled my cheek. I landed roughly on the floor and the punches didn’t stop. Each punch to my face and chest took my breath away.

             His eyes were filled with rage and he wrapped his hand around my throat. I struggled against his hold and tried to fight back but he pinned me down. I was ripped from the ground and slammed against the wall with his hand still around my throat. Tears fell freely and I choked on each breath. My throat ached and my eyes blurred with tears. He released my neck and grabbed a fistful of my hair. His rough touch shoved me towards the stairs.

             “Go bitch. You deserve this for hurting me like this.” His voice was icy and I ran up the stairs. I tried the shut the door but his hand slammed against it and pushed it wide open. He threw my body to the floor and pain seeped through my ribcage. My hands were forced behind my back and tied with his belt. He lifted my body of the floor and shoved me half way onto the bed. My toes barely touched the floor. My pants and panties were shoved down my thighs and I screamed out in pain as I felt him. I screamed louder than before. He shoved my face into the blankets and kept going. His assault was merciless; tears continually fell down my cheeks. I yelled in pain with each of his movements and prayed it would end soon.

[His POV]

             I hadn’t meant to stay away for two days but I got held up the first day and had to crash in a rundown house for a little bit. I stumbled through the forest and tried to find a trail that would lead me back to the house. A loud howling broke the silence. The howl was cut short and only barking could be heard. I followed the sound out into the clearing. Worry rushed through me as I caught sight of a truck parked in the front yard. I inspected the truck. It was empty. The door to the house was unlocked. The dog howled and growled nonstop. A crash came from up the stairs. I quietly went up them and found the door to our room closed. A grunting noise came from inside the room. I bust the door open and aimed my crossbow at his head. I couldn’t comprehend the sight that was in front of me but when I did, it hit hard.

             She was bent over the bed, her feet off the ground, and her face was shoved into the pillows. Her hands were tied and her mouth gagged. There was blood dripping down her thighs and onto the floor and bedsheets. He stood there with a smirk on his face and he yanked his pants up. He kicked her legs out from under her and she collapsed to the ground. My bow was never moved from his face but I was frozen. I could not find the strength to shoot. He chuckled and said, “She can be your whore now. I’m done with her cheating ass.”

             He left the room and went down the stairs. I waited until I heard the truck start and the dog stopped barking before I dropped my weapon on the ground. I ran to her and dropped to my knees. I quickly released her hands from the belt he had left on her and pulled the cloth gag from her mouth. Her face was stained with tears and blood was dried on her chin. Her lip was fat and her neck had large handprint bruises on it. She was covered in new bruises and cuts. I helped her to the bathroom and drew her a bath. I slipped the shirt off her frame and dropped it to the floor.

             Tears welled in my eyes. I oughta go kill that fucker for laying hands on her. I shoulda when I had the chance. What the fuck? Why couldn’t I?  She refused to let me touch her and she stepped in the bath herself. She sank down and the water of the bath turned red with her blood. She gently rinsed off her skin. “Who was that? Why was he here?” My voice shook as I tried not to breakdown.

             She didn’t answer. She looked down at the water. Her knees were pulled to her chest to cover herself. I left the room but didn’t close the door. I stepped into her room and looked at the mess. The was blood on the sheets and on the hardwood floor. I stripped the sheets and threw them in the basket in the laundry room. When I moved the dog gate, the dog ran past me and up the stairs. I heard the dog enter the bathroom and Ellie’s cries echoed through the house.

             I sat on the kitchen floor and waited. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I smacked my leg. If ya woulda been here nothin woulda happened to her. If ya woulda taken care of her like yur supposed to then she would be ok right now. This is all yur fault. I heard the door to the bathroom slam shut. The dog scratched at the door. I ran up the steps and tried to open the door. “Please open the door, girl. Please.”

             Drawers slammed closed and the bathtub faucet turned on. I waited. The water turned off and I peeked under the door. I couldn’t see her feet. Water splashed onto the floor and red dripped down the side of the tub onto the floor. My heart raced and I pounded my fist against the door. “Open this door. Now. I don’t wanna break it, but I will.” I listened closely. She took in a sharp breath and I heard her cuss. I backed away from the door and gave it a hard kick. The door frame busted and the door swung open. She stared down at her arms and legs but didn’t move from the tub. The water turned dark red and her eyes fluttered. I ripped her body from the water and wrapped a towel around her. Her arms dripped blood as well as her thighs. “Fuck!”

[Her POV]

             Just end it. It can all be over. You can choose to die on your own terms. Beau can’t hurt you anymore. My brain rattled these thoughts round and round. I held the large blade in my hand and pressed it to my thigh. I swiped the metal across and watched the blood run into the water. It wasn’t a deep cut. I continued to shred my thighs until I ran out of space. All the slices on my legs were small like cat scratches. I brought the blade up to my left wrist. I gently traced the old scars before stabbing the corner of the blade into my skin. My breath caught in my throat and the pain surged through my arm. “Shit.” Blood bubbled to the surface and immediately poured from my arm. The door came crashing down and my body was removed from the bloody water. I couldn’t look at him. He cursed as he saw the damage. His hands searched the drawers for medical supplies and he began to fix me. He tied a string around my upper arm to slow the bleeding while he tended to my legs. He covered the small wounds with bandages before directing his attention to my arm. He quickly doused the injury in alcohol before packing it with gauze. He wrapped my arm tightly and untied the string. He gripped my chin and titled my face up to his. Tears were running down my face.

             “I’m sorry I wasn’t here. Ya shouldn’t’ve had to go through that. This is all my fault.” His voice was shaky and nervous. He wrapped his arms around me and carried me out of the bathroom. He took me to the room he stayed in when he first arrived. Some boxer briefs and a t-shirt were laid out on the bed. He left and closed the door but never walked away. I saw his feet from under the door. I dried my body quickly with the towel and wrapped my hair in the damp towel. I slipped the clothes on and sat on the bed. I cried silently.

             He entered the room after a few minutes and scooped me up into his arms. We sat on the floor by the bed and he just held me. Neither of us said anything for a while but I knew he was crying. I gripped onto him tightly until my knuckles turned white. He loosened his grip on my body and looked at me.

             “I want ya ta know that ya can talk to me about whatever. If ya don’t wanna talk about today then ya don’t have ta but I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. Ya don’t have ta do stuff like this ta yurself. Ya don’t deserve this.” I listened as he spoke and gently stroked his cheek. I leaned in slightly and looked up at him expectantly. He pulled away gently. “I ain’t gonna push ya.” I nodded and dropped my eyes back to the floor.

[His POV]

             Hours passed. We sat in silence as the sun went down. She had fallen asleep in my lap. I gently lifted her to the bed and tucked her in. I stroked her cheek gently and kissed her forehead. I stepped out of the room and pulled the door shut. I climbed down the stairs and walked into the laundry room. I set the bloody sheets in the sink and soaked them in cold water. The stains slowly came out of the fabric. I headed back into the living room and laid down on the couch. The house was locked tight but I stayed up keeping watch.

I heard a creak come from the stairs. I shined my flashlight on the staircase. Ellie stood there at the bottom of the steps. She walked towards me and took my hand in hers. I focused on her touch. Her skin was soft and her palms were slightly sweaty but I didn’t mind. “Can’t sleep…need you…” Her voice trailed off at the end of her sentence. I smiled slightly and followed her back up the steps. Once in the bedroom, I slipped off my shirt and kicked off my boots. I changed into pajama pants and laid down in bed. She crawled in beside me and curled up into my side. I wrapped one arm around her and rested the other under my head. The bed shifted with weight as the dog climbed in beside her and laid at her feet. I stared at the ceiling and I felt tears well up in my eyes. The stress and emotional roller coaster of the day was finally taking its toll on me.

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[dickie-gayson]

Hello! Request: one of the Batboys faking sick to get out of something (my first thought was a gala/party but anything you can come up with is fine). Bonus points if it spirals out of control a bit and everyone is worried so they're benched from patrol / forced to rest for several days.

Thank you for the request! Sorry for the wait, here it is! Idk which batboy you were hoping for but I chose Luke Fox bcus he never gets any love lmfao tho the others do pop up, specifically Jason and Tim.

Luke Fox hated galas. He hated damn near everything about them, from the boring music to the too-expensive food and the elitists and sycophants crawling all over the place. Bruce Wayne's galas? The Worst. There was never more an ostentatious and wasteful display of wealth than when Bruce decided to play up the 'Brucie Wayne' role. Luke knew Bruce hated galas just as much as he did and would much rather spend both his time and money on more useful endeavors, but he needed to keep the charade up. That was why Bruce was throwing some sort of event tonight. Luke was determined to get out of it.

Could any really blame him? He's had more than his fair share of galas growing up as the son of Lucius Fox, friend of Bruce Wayne himself. One would think the annoying patrons would overlook Luke in favor of Bruce, any of his wards, or Lucius, but one would be wrong. See, Luke was a world-famous boxer and mma fighter, not to mention an early graduate of MIT with double degrees. Anyone with working eyes and even half a brain cell could see the potential in the man. So, they all but attacked him with fervor only found in those looking to climb the social ladder and elevate their status. He hated that.

It was a real test of self-control not to knock them all out. Luke doubted Lucius or Bruce would appreciate that. Or Gordon, come to think of it. After all, Luke technically was considered a living weapon due to his extensive, and public, physical training. Hell, Alfred might even be disappointed, and that was something he couldn't stand to do to the aging butler. So, instead of resorting to suplexing someone through a table as he would like to, he figured he'd just not go. Only problem was, his father was expecting him to be there. His father and the various members of the bat-clan who were also forced into going to the hellish event. So, Luke would have to get crafty.

Coming up with a plan was simple enough. He'd just fake sick. Executing that plan was trickier, given the fact that he was surrounded by fucking super-geniuses and detectives. Luke was betting none of the other bats and birds were going to let him off the hook so easily. If one suffered, they were all suffering. He could think of it as a sort of training exercise. If he could fool them, then he was doing great. If he failed? Well, he'd be in for some shit. But hey, the reward outweighed the risk in this case.

Tampering with the thermometer was childs play. When it was to be used, it'd display a temperature between 100.3 to 101.4; sick but not hospital-worthy. The fluctuation in temperatures helped keep the act realistic. He made up a list of symptoms to keep him down and out without being too worrying. Once they all left, he was homefree. It was just a matter of making it all believable. His only real godsend was that he didn't spend too much time around the others for them to know how he acted when ill.

As the time ticked closer to the gala, he knew it was time to get the show on the road. Luke laid on his couch, just in case someone decided to spring through his window because no one knew how to use the damn door. He was forced to get up, however, when there was a knock on his door. With a drawn out groan, the hero shuffled his way to the door, already getting into the role.

When he swung the door open, he was met with the site of his father, dressed to the nines, and staring at him critically. That was definitely unnerving. The Bats weren't the only geniuses. Lucius was quick as a whip and observant as all hell. Not to mention, he raised Luke. Tricking him was a feat. A feat he's completed before, but a feat nonetheless.

"And why aren't you ready for the gala? Don't tell me, you're sick."

The arch of his brow and deadpan stare Luke was getting let him know just how little he was fooling his father. Well, he better amp up his game then. He's fought harder fights than this. Luke made sure to make it seem as if he were shivering despite the warm temperature. He swallowed thickly then winced as if in pain. When he spoke, he tried to make it scratchy and quiet to really sell the whole 'sore throat' bit. Damn, maybe he should have went to Juliard, he was a natural.

"Yeah, sorry dad. I woulda called but I was sleeping. This is one hell of a bug, I don't wanna get you sick."

Lucius just made a low 'mhm' sound as he looked Luke over head-to-toe. The hero kept his posture somewhat hunched. Before his father could interrogate him, Tim appeared next to the older man, dressed to impress. He too looked over the clearly underdressed vigilante with intense scrutiny. There was a sharp look in his blue eyes that said he was not letting Luke get away if he was lying. That made Luke gulp, but for an entirely different reason than faking a sore throat.

"Sick?"

Luke gave an affirmative noise, not wanting to talk more than necessary. Sometimes less was better and all that jazz. That dissecting look only intensified as Tim took in his posture, rumpled pajamas, and 'shivering'. The senior hero gave him an almost cocky tilt of the head as he spoke.

"We should take your temperature, just to be sure it's not too severe."

'Check and mate.' Luke moved slightly to let them into his apartment. Tim made a beeline for his medicine cabinet. The fact that he didn't need to tell Tim where his medical equipment was kept was only moderately unsettling. Luke shifted and then shuddered. To say he was nervous was an understatement. Fooling both Lucius and Tim would be worthy of a damn trophy in his opinion. Only a moment later, Tim was back, thermometer in hand.

It was the moment of truth as he stuck the thermometer in Luke's mouth. What Luke didn't count on was Tim checking his pulse as he waited for the readout on his temperature. Well, shit, that wasn't part of his plan. Tim only made an ambiguous hum before taking the thermometer and reading it.

"101.2, slightly elevated heart rate, a mild cold sweat. Alright, I guess you can sit this out."

Tim gave him another critical stare. Huh, for once his nervousness actually helped him out. No one pointed out that Tim was technically the youngest in the room and Luke didn't need to take orders from him. Luke could pay respect where respect was due, and Tim definitely earned it. Not to mention, he clocked more hero-time than Luke, giving him seniority in that field. Instead, he just gave a grunt.

"Great, thanks. Can I go back to sleep now?"

Both Lucius and Tim looked him over, as if searching for any hint that he was lying. Really, Luke couldn't blame them. One of them was always looking to get out of these events. It was like a competition to see who could bust the most and drag them to suffer with the rest. The two shared a silent look before saying their goodbyes. He gave them weak goodbyes as he made his way to his bedroom. It'd be at least half an hour before he was in the clear. No doubt someone was perched outside, watching like a creep, waiting for him to slip up by going about normally.

So, he laid down and mentally reviewed the new upgrades to his Batwing suit. In his personal opinion, the Batwing suit was sick as hell. Tights were not his thing, thank you. When he was relatively confident everyone else was gone, he got up, ready to have some actual fun.

 To say the night sucked would an understatement and a half. Dick had to separate Damian from the guests three times to keep him from making any of them cry. Jason was hiding in the study after he stole a full tray of hors d'oeuvres and two bottles of champagne for himself. He already made one person leave after 'accidentally' spilling a glass on their suit. Okay, maybe it was two glasses. Or three. Really, who keeps count of that sort of thing? The asshole deserved it, the way he ogled Cass. She was busy charming the socialites with her graceful way on the dancefloor, so Jason decided to defend her honor without actually shooting anyone.

Tim arrived at least thirty minutes late with a look on his face that said 'I would rather be in a ditch somewhere than here'. Maybe the guests were just idiots, because they definitely loved to flock him. Almost as much as they flocked to Dick, poor guy. If there was an award for most ass-grabs avoided, he'd win it, hands down. How he managed to laugh and act like he actually liked being there, none of them could fathom. They chalked it up to his natural showmanship, because he sure bitched about the event as much as the rest of them.

Steph and Harper got passes on the event as they weren't in the public spotlight like the others. Kate just straight up refused to come and no one wanted to try and force her otherwise. They liked their jaws intact. Jason was lucky and could get away with being seen as only a family friend. Sadly, there were too many pictures of him with the others not to be known to some degree. Duke seemed damn near overwhelmed in the crowded ballroom. This was certainly not something he was used to. Dick and Jason both remembered being in that position. None of the three were from any degree of wealth, so it was definitely a culture shock to some degree. Luke was nowhere to be found. According to Tim, he was out sick. The others called bullshit.

It was around the fourth hour when everything got even worse. Apparently Scarecrow and Poison Ivy decided to team up and combine their scientific minds to create a toxin to poison the citizens of Gotham with. Bruce figured one of the rogues would try and cause a problem that night. Why wouldn't they? Oracle was on standby, ready to call in the big guns in case things got too out of control. Thankfully, Batwoman, Spoiler, and Bluebird were on call and managed to control the situation before things got too crazy. Seeing as Jason had already snuck away, Red Hood managed to make an appearance in an attempt to help.

What made it particularly troublesome was the toxin. It presented itself as a fast-acting sickness akin to the flu. Only, it was highly communicable through the air as well as bodily fluids and if one attempted to take medication, it would react negatively, sending the victim into anaphylactic shock. It could cause serious damage or even death if handled improperly. Even worse, it caused vivid delusions and high energy in its most infectious stage, urging the host to run about and spread it further. This was going to be a long, long night. What none were expecting was the worried look Tim cast Bruce.

"Bruce, Luke was sick earlier. It's possible he was infected. Initial symptoms align with how the toxin presents itself in the early stages. Shakes, cold sweat, elevated pulse, lethargy, sore throat."

Well, that didn't sound good. As Bruce worked on an antidote to distribute, he sent Tim and Jason to swing by Luke's to see how he was now. It was still unknown if the host would turn volatile if confronted and it would be better to have back up against one of their own. Especially one of their own who was very well-known to punch really, really hard. The others were tasked with trying to quarantine the sick citizens and prevent further outbreak.

Tim made sure to wear a rebreather to prevent accidental infection. Jason had his helmet that naturally filtered the air he breathed. What they definitely didn't expect to see was Luke dancing around to Ariana Grande in nothing but his boxers, socks, and a button up shirt with a pair of sunglasses on. The two heroes paused in surprise as Luke continued to really get into the music. Jason made a mental note to add 'good dancer' to his hero biography. Who knows? It could come in handy. 'Good singer' could safely be left out, however. Without wasting any more time, they crept into the apartment to confront the man.

 Luke damn near had a heart attack when he turned around, mid-note, and noticed Jason and Tim in his apartment, staring at him. He made a mental note to ask Oracle to look over his security because what the fuck. He immediately resumed his sickly stature, even though it was way past obvious he was fine. What can he say? He's committed. It was the rebreather Tim was using that made him hesitate. Rebreathers usually meant bad stuff.

"Uh...I can explain?"

Instead of answering, Tim took out a small needle from his harness. They wanted to take a blood sample. Alright, something was definitely up. Jason edged toward him with caution. Both of their postures suggested they were waiting for an attack.

"Seriously, what's going on? Why do you have those masks?"

He was growing more and more nervous with each second. Jason finally spoke up.

"Ivy and Crane poisoned the city. You might have been infected."

Oh. That certainly explained things. Of all nights for Luke to fake sick, those two maniacs decide to attack like this. Great. He was going to get poked and prodded for hours now. Can't a guy enjoy music and dancing in his underwear anymore? Ariana Grande was his shit, and now he had to go to that dank, depressing cave because some people just can't let others live.

"Guys, listen, I'm fine. This? It was all a lie. I just didn't feel like going to the gala. If I was sick, I definitely wouldn't be dancing around."

He straightened his posture and took off the sunglasses. There was no trace of his 'illness' anymore. Neither Tim or Jason looked convinced. Instead, Tim shook his head slowly, clearly worried.

"Delusions and manic energy. We gotta get him to the cave, fast."

They both moved, ready to knock him out if necessary. Rather than having to deal with that massive headache, he just sighed in defeat. There was no way he'd be able to take Jason and Tim in a fight. Hell, he was in his underwear. Jason pulled a surgical looking mask from one of his many pockets and shoved it toward him. Luke just groaned in slight aggravation as he put it on.

"I'm telling you, I'm not sick."

Instead of responding, Tim radioed to someone, probably Bruce, that they were bringing him in. Jason stood at the ready. What, did they think he was going to go ballistic and try to murder them? He wasn't suicidal, thanks. At least they let him put on pants before they dragged him to his impending doom. Either they'd find out he lied to get out of the gala or they were convinced he was sick and dying. No matter which way Luke looked, he was royally screwed. The worst part was being forced to sit in the quarantine cell for fourteen hours while they ran test after test and worked on a cure for the city. It was somewhere around the eleventh hour that Luke developed a cough. He just groaned and let his head fall back against the wall. Well, this was great. Next time, he was just going to go to the damn gala and let someone else lie.

[pinkrabbitpro]

Title: I’ll Be There Author: Pink Rabbit Productions AO3 Link Summary: Cat’s hurt, Kara’s caring for her. Mostly a short exercise in present tense. Barely edited, so all errors are my own.

I’ll Be There

Cat’s a bloody mess when Kara finds her, none of it gushing, but cuts, scratches, and bruises seem to litter every inch of exposed skin, and her clothes are torn enough that a lot more is exposed than normal. It takes everything she has to simply land close and not reach for Cat as the older woman leans heavily against the wall at her back.

“Supergirl,” Cat exhales with the last of her breath. The cricket bat she was clutching slips from her fingers, the blunt end hitting with a sharp crack before it topples and rattles to the tile floor of the CatCo copy room nearest her office. Then Cat’s knees are buckling and she’s sliding down the wall. Unable to hold back any longer, Kara rushes forward, her touch as gentle as she knows how to make it as she cushions Cat’s collapse. “I’ve got you,” she whispers near the other woman’s ear and allows herself the luxury of leaning close enough to breathe in Cat’s scent, feel the warmth of her and hear the beat of her heart. “You’re safe now.” Grunting something incoherent, Cat lets her head fall forward, resting heavily against Kara’s shoulder. Toggling on her two-way, Kara is quick to notify J’onn who is helping in the search. “J’onn, Cat’s here. She’s beat to hell, but alive—” “You should see the other guy,” Cat mumbles, her voice thick and heavily slurred. Raising an arm to point toward the far copy machine, she leans back enough to nod the same direction. Following the line of her arm, Kara peers at, then through several copiers, tensing as she sees dim outline of a lumpy shape on the other side. It takes a beat for her to realize it’s a slumped body, then another to look through flesh enough to realize there’s no blood flow and the heart isn’t beating. Not just unconscious, dead. She swallowed hard. “Looks like the bad guys are down one,” she told Hank. “Three,” Cat corrects her, shrugging when Kara rears back to stare at her with a wide eyed look. She settles a hand on Kara’s chest, needing the comfort of her strength as she explains, “Carter was here when they arrived. No time to play nice.” Catching slim shoulders in her hands, Kara keeps Cat upright, her voice urgent. “Where is he?” “Safe room.” Cat shakes her head dazedly. A confused frown. “You have a safe room?” “Behind the monitors in my office. Lead lined.” Kara had just assumed it was all the shielding for the electronics gear that interfered with her view. “J’onn—” “I heard,” he responds instantly and she can hear the rush of air as he flies that way. “He’s there with a woman...your friend...” Despite her condition there’s a frosty note to Cat’s voice that puzzles Kara, but it’s not something she has time to worry about. “...the brunette with the armor...from myriad,” Cat adds, sounding put out. She’s never appreciated Supergirl’s refusal to explain the identities of assorted people who weave around in her wake. “She broke in looking for—” “Alex?” Supergirl exhales sharply and it takes effort to keep from tightening her hold on Cat’s shoulders. “How? Was she hurt?” “Busted ankle, pretty out of it from a head injury, but no major bleeding. Carter and I got her into the safe room—” “And you—” These assholes showed up...had to keep them from finding Carter,” Cat says as though going after her attackers with a cricket bat was the only answer. Her head droops forward as she leans against Supergirl’s shoulder again. “Bastards had an RPG.” A tremor slides through Kara and she cups the back of Cat’s head, her touch achingly tender. “They were after Alex,” she whispers near Cat’s ear. “Woulda killed her.” And it wouldn’t have been pretty. “You too.” And she finds herself wrapping her arms around the smaller woman, clinging to her and burying her face in silky blonde hair as it begins to sink in what she could have lost. “We got here as soon as we could,” she all but sobs. “I found the room,” J’onn informs Kara. His tone would sound stiff and formal to many, but she knows him well enough to hear the worry in the calm tone. With her head resting on Kara’s shoulder, their ears close together, Cat hears him as well. “It opens by—” A noisy crash over the headset interrupts her making it obvious J’onn has gone for the fastest route. “You’re paying for that, y’know,” Cat mumbles, then tenses, her head coming up off Kara’s shoulder as a boy’s cry is audible over Kara’s earpiece. “Carter.” “I won’t let you hurt her,” Carter shouts, his voice small and tinny over the comm, but still distinct enough to be recognizable. “Let me talk to him,” Cat orders Kara, summoning her imperial tone as she holds out a hand. Kara hands her comm over even as Cat demands, “You trust this man?” “With my life.” Also there is literally nothing Carter could do if J’onn wasn’t a good guy. She doesn’t mention that part. “Hand your radio or whatever to my son,” Cat commands as she tucks the earpiece in. “Carter, it’s Mom—” Using super hearing to listen in, Kara hears a small sigh—J’onn—then Carter’s excited voice. “Mom!” “Carter, the man with you is a friend of Supergirl’s. You can trust him.” “He’s green, Mom,” Carter says, sounding very uncertain about the concept. Blonde brows snap upward as Cat peers at Kara the question unspoken, but obvious. “He’s kind of a Martian,” Kara explains with a shrug. “But I’d trust him with everything I hold dear.” A quick nod, then Cat’s speaking again. “He’s an alien...like Supergirl, and he’s her friend.” Supergirl is always a magic word for the boy. “Okay.” Magic or not, he still sounds unsure, but he’s going along with it. “You do what he tells you,” she instructs him, though her voice is fading fast and Kara can feel the way Cat’s muscles are quivering as she struggles to stay upright. Adrenaline and terror are all that’s kept her going this long, and those are running out fast. “You can trust him...” Feeling Cat tremble with increasing weakness, Kara tugs the smaller woman against her body as she starts a slow motion collapse. It’s a testament to her condition that the blonde makes no effort to argue. Every touch achingly careful, Kara slowly scoops the injured woman into her arms while Cat just sags into the solidity of Kara’s body and loops an arm around her neck. Her voice little more than a soft grunt, she says, “need t’see my son.” “We will,” Kara assures her and is just rising when she hears J’onn’s voice again. “I’m with Alex and she’s—” “Fine,” Alex interrupts in the background, her tone firm, though her voice is weaker than normal. “I’m fine. Did that idiot actually go after those guys while I was out?” “Yeah, kinda,” Kara sighs. “She got at least one of them, maybe more.” She peers down at Cat worriedly, but a quick scan doesn’t reveal any severe injuries despite all the cuts and bruises. But she’s not taking chances. “We’re going to drop by so she can see Carter’s okay, then I’m taking her to the hospital.” Every move calculated to limit any risk of further injury to the woman in her arms, Kara lifts off. She can keep the ride much smoother by flying. “Take her to the DEO instead,” Alex tells her. “They can do a more thorough job of checking her for anything unusual.” She knows how her sister feels about Cat Grant and while she wouldn’t claim to understand it, she will do anything she can to protect the other woman. She understands protecting Cat is protecting Kara. Plus now she owes her on a more personal level. The woman could have hidden. If someone had asked Alex, she would have guessed that would be her response. She certainly wouldn’t have predicted a heroic move or taking out the bad guys. Then Kara and Cat are arriving at her office and Carter’s rushing forward with a frightened cry. “Mom!” “M’alright,” Cat mumbles, though she can barely lift her head from Kara’s shoulder. She drops her hand to Carter’s head to gently fingercomb soft curls. “I’m fine,” she assures her son who looks doubtful. “She’ll be okay,” Kara assures him with a gentle smile. “She’d better be,” Alex growls as she stumbles out of the safe room behind Carter, clinging to J’onn for support. Even from a distance, it’s obvious she wouldn’t be going anywhere without help. Her injured leg hangs at an ugly angle from the knee down. “Or so help me I’ll kick her ass for being such a dumbass.” Dark hair is matted to her head and dramatic brown streaks flow away from her hairline on the left side. As her gaze falls on Cat, she flinches, her expression twisted by equal measures of anger and guilt. “Idiot,” she whispers almost inaudibly. “Alex, not now,” Kara hisses with a tiny nod to Carter who looks ready to cry. A hard flinch rattles Alex who glances at the boy and flinches again. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I just meant...” She trails off momentarily, then tries to explain, “There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here. Certainly not them. Isn’t she supposed to be in Europe or something?.” Then she looks up at Kara, silently pleading for forgiveness. “I wouldn’t have put them at risk.” “I know.” Kara glances down at Cat, who seems to grow heavier with every passing beat, not yet unconscious, but close enough. “I need to go now,” she whispers, her voice tight with unshed tears. When she looks up, it’s J’onn who gets her attention this time. He’s the one most likely to understand how torn she feels between the woman in her arms, her sister, and the boy. Nodding his understanding, he settles his free hand on Carter’s shoulder and firms his hold on Alex’s waist as he assures her, “I’ll see to both of them.” “Thank you,” Kara exhales heavily, and pivots, grateful when Carter rushes ahead and pushes the balcony doors open. His eyes are wide and scared. “She’s gonna be okay,” Kara tries to reassure him, smiling as he nods bravely. Then, with a nod, she tucks Cat more firmly against the protection of her body, lifts off and flies as fast as she can without risking more damage to the woman in her arms. She arrives at the midtown DEO facility in less than two minutes and slips in through the shielded hatch that opens for her as she arrives. A gurney and a medical team are already waiting when she lands and the hands that reach to help her settle Cat are as gentle as her own. Word’s already out that Cat Grant risked her all to save Agent Danvers, and Alex is popular. Cat’s utterly limp by then so she stands there, helplessly watching as the doctors wheel her away, wondering if she’s lied to Carter in reassuring him. She’s never seen Cat Grant look small and helpless before and it’s terrifying. “It’ll be all right,” a gentle voice breaks in on Kara’s darkest fears and she spins to find Vasquez standing a little ways back. “A team is bringing in Alex and the kid. You should probably meet them. He’ll be scared.” She pats Kara’s shoulder and adds a gentle shove toward the doors to get her moving. “I’ll let you know if there’s any news.” Kara manages a stiff nod, and scrubs away her tears before hurrying off to receive them when they arrive.

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The first thing Cat becomes aware of is voices, worried and speaking fast, the tones registering more than any actual words. Something is very wrong and she tries to claw her way up to consciousness to demand to know what’s going on, but when she tries the pain hits and she sinks again, not fighting when the darkness takes her. If time passes after that, she is mostly unaware. There are brief moments when she hears more voices, gentle and coaxing this time, calling to her, but when she tries to reach them, the pain returns and she has no choice but to retreat. Then suddenly she’s back in her body and aware of background sounds of people moving, things rattling faintly, wheels rolling nearby. Hospital sounds, she suddenly realizes. Hospital? Why would she... Then she remembers the sudden power outage, the bloodied and beaten brunette staggering through the empty bullpen in a supposedly empty building. She also remembers the terror of running around the CatCo building like some idiot hero, not to mention the dull crunch and shattering resistance of a cricket bat delivered to a man’s skull. She could have done without that last one. It’s knowledge she really didn’t need, but she feels no regret. After all, he would have killed all of them if given a chance. Oh, she supposes she could have hidden with Carter and left the brunette, Alex?, on her own, but she remembers that night battling Non. On the verge of dying and she’d been oddly exultant after the long hug with Supergirl, thinking perhaps she wasn’t the only one with deep feelings. But the odd high of that moment had come to a bruising crash only a little later at the radio station when she’d seen the brunette attack and Supergirl’s refusal to fight back even to save herself. In that moment she’d known she never really had a chance. Supergirl, Kara, whoever she is, would rather die than risk harming the other woman. That’s love and Cat has to respect that even if she’d had to flee National City for a bit to survive it. So there she was, having snuck into town to retrieve a few things from her office, and hell landed on her doorstep in the form of a woman loved by someone she cared for far too much.  Yes, she could have walked away from the woman and saved herself. No one would have blamed her given the viciousness of the pursuers. But as difficult as she can be—which is very difficult indeed—she’s never been one to cheat like that. And now she’s a bloody mess and everything hurts and she can only wonder what happened after everything went black. Which is why she really should open her eyes and find out what the hell she got herself into. Finally she manages, squinting and blind as a bat, the room dark enough to make it hard to make out much of anything. She feels the sticky discomfort of things glued to her chest and the brush of trailing wires, then notices the monitor to one side of the bed with its ever-changing numbers and patterns silently tracking her vital signs. She’s getting fluids too, and judging by the dullness of the ache in her body and the fuzziness of her thinking, probably a fair dose of something meant to kill pain as well. Then a soft sound draws her gaze to her side where dark gold hair is splayed across the mattress near her hip. Supergirl. She’s sitting in a chair pulled tight to the bed, folded over with her arms resting on the mattress, and her head pillowed on her arms. She’s wearing a sweatshirt, but Cat recognizes that hair where it tumbles around her in loose waves. She appears to be sound asleep. For the longest moment, Cat can do nothing but stare at the girl like she’s some strange wild thing who might dart away at any moment, then she carefully lifts her hand. Ignoring the runners of pain every bit of movement brings, she reaches out, just barely touching cool, silky hair so soft it’s the first thing that hasn’t hurt since she woke. She earned this, she thinks as she strokes very softly, hardly even making contact. She saved Supergirl’s love. Surely that merits this one tiny thing just for herself. Not even Supergirl herself could begrudge her that much. Besides, she is so tired and everything hurts and it feels so nice to just sit like this and pet burnished gold silk and soak in the wonder that she’s still alive. The pleasure is a soft and tender kind and she quickly loses all sense of time and place until an odd sensation crawls down her spine and she realizes she’s not alone. Cat tips her gaze up and freezes, half expecting brown eyes to reflect hostility as she realizes she’s been caught. Kara’s lover is here, standing in the doorway, silently watching her. She has no idea how long the woman’s been there. She half expects a measure of hostility, so it’s jarring to see only kindness and a bit of worry reflected in her dark gaze. There’s certainly no fear there. The brunette isn’t the least bit jealous, and her utter confidence kills some tiny piece of Cat that still maintained an unwanted bit of hope that maybe Supergirl might... She doesn’t let herself finish the thought, just freezes as a worried frown creases her brow. She opens her mouth, gnaws on her lower lips, then finds herself doing something she almost never sinks to, apologizing. “I’m sorry,” she whispers guiltily, finally pulling her hand back to her chest. “I didn’t mean to—” “Kara,” the brunette says very softly before Cat can get any farther. “She’s awake.” Somehow it hurts even worse that her eyes are so kind and Cat’s so lost for a second that she misses the way Supergirl’s knifes upright until incredibly gentle fingers stroke her cheek. “Cat,” the hero croaks. “You’re awake.” Her voice is small and thick, almost like she’s had a cold or too many nights without sleep or is way too hung over. Blue eyes move this way and that, running over Cat with near-physical intensity. “You’re awake,” she whispers again, then glances back for a brief second. “Alex, get Carter. He’ll want—” “He’s sound asleep,” the brunette over-rides Supergirl, though her tone is soft and painfully gentle. She nods toward Cat. “He can wait a few minutes. You need to explain what’s happened and who I am.” Supergirl looks confused, but Cat feels her heart contract as she gets it. She realizes it’s probably not marking her territory so much as letting an unwanted suitor down easily, but it makes her stomach twist into stressed knots. She doesn’t really want to hear how happily in love they are. Not that she isn’t happy for them. She loves the girl—and god help her, it is love, not just lust—and she wants only the best for her, but she’s doesn’t really want to hear the details. Not even a little bit because hearing how happy  they are might just break her as well as her heart. “Really, you don’t need to...” Cat mumbles weakly and waves her hand ever so slightly in an effort to make it go away. “I understand and I won’t...” Won’t what, she wonders even as the words leave her mouth. Won’t bother them? Of course not. Won’t harbor some measure of silly hope? Well, she’s not entirely sure she can avoid that. Even knowing she shouldn’t, she can’t resist a quick look at Supergirl, taking in the smooth curves of perfect bone structure and vivid blue eyes. No, there will be no avoiding some stray hope no matter how hard she tries. “Kara,” the brunette says again, nodding to indicate Cat, “you need to tell her...everything.” Kara, yes, of course it’s Kara. Cat knew that, really, even if she mostly overlooked it once the girl made it clear she would lie to protect the separation between them, and while those lies stung, Cat knows it was her own fault. She screwed up there. The irony is she loves Kara as well, and is almost disappointed to hear she was right and they really are one and the same. It often seemed that she might be just a bit in love with Cat and sometimes she fantasized that now that they no longer had a direct work relationship, something else might develop. Which is one more reason she’s seriously considering requesting a Lexapro when she realizes Kara and the brunette are speaking, using the coded language of two people who know each other and their subject well, so feel no need for precision or explanations. “Alex, this really isn’t the time—” “Actually, it’s exactly the time,” the brunette—Cat is rather relieved to hear that her memory of that much is correct—disagrees firmly. “She needs to understand...everything.” Kara flinches, her body language all Kara and none of Supergirl. In that moment, it strikes Cat how very different the two versions of her are. Kara is careful and scared and ready to run while Supergirl stands straighter, her stride almost a swagger, her body language broader and confident that she owns whatever space she cares to. “I don’t think I can...” the girl whispers. “I don’t want her to hate me.” Suddenly Cat understands. Kara, always so kind, has noticed her feelings and doesn’t want to lose their friendship by openly rejecting her. That realization makes her love both of them a little more. Which isn’t really ideal all things considered. She sighs softly. “You really don’t need to explain,” she inserts, her voice smaller than she’s heard it since she was a child. “I’m very happy for you and I certainly won’t—” “Oh, for—” Alex growls, then snaps her mouth shut with a sharp clack of teeth. Grumbling something Cat is sure isn’t a compliment under her breath, she storms forward, impressive given her right leg is buckled into a thick brace that runs from ankle to mid hip and she has to use crutches to keep from toppling with every step. As she reaches Cat’s bedside, she leans on the crutch and thrusts her right hand forward. “Alex Danvers,” she introduces herself. Cat just stares, though her hand rises of its own accord to meet what turns out to be a very light, very gentle handshake. Dark eyes roll, but Alex doesn’t utter any snarky remarks. Cat suspects that requires effort. “Kara Danvers’ older sister,” Alex adds at a brisk pace. She nods to indicate Kara. “And yes, Kara and Supergirl are one and the same.” Cat blinks as she struggles to parse the words and make sense of it. “Alex,” Kara pleads in a very small voice. “And they are both hopelessly in love with you...” Cat’s gaze swings back to Kara who looks like she might just melt into a puddle of embarrassment. Alex continues after a beat, her tone gentling again. “You’ve been unconscious for almost four days.” “You were poisoned,” Kara breaks in, expression shifting from guilt-ridden to angry in a blink, her gaze suddenly so intense her eyes are almost glowing with primal rage. It’s a comfort to Cat that even though her anger visibly swells, Kara’s touch remains careful as she reaches out to stroke Cat’s cheek. “She hasn’t left your side,” Alex tells Cat. “I just wanted you to understand how much she values your life...enough to go sleepless and barely eat a thing. Do you have any idea the emotional turmoil it takes for her to stop eating?” she asks, pointing at Kara’s visible exhaustion. “So you need to be more careful from now on. My sister loves you and you’ve got a great kid and if you ever do anything that stupid again, I will personally kick your ass all the way to the county line—” “Alex!” Kara yelps, clearly appalled. Alex shrugs, her tone not quite joking as she explains, “I just wanted to make sure the rules are understood. She’s not allowed to get herself killed.” Her gaze swings back to Cat and the teasing bravado slips to reveal the aftermath of both enormous fear and overwhelming guilt. “Seriously, don’t ever do that again,” she begs. “Even if you did manage to take out three of the bastards.” Her mouth twists into a smirk of admiration. “You’ve gotta tell me how you did that sometime.” She shakes herself and straightens her shoulders, her tone lightening again. “And now you two need to talk. I’m gonna go get Carter and bring him to you. Probably take fifteen to twenty minutes.” Despite the restriction of crutches and a leg brace, she exits surprisingly quickly. As Alex disappears, Cat hears Kara drew in a deep breath. Her eyes downcast, she starts to lean back in her chair. “Don’t,” Cat whispers before she can think about it and catches Kara’s hand. It’s broader than her own, the muscles heavier, the bones thicker. In that moment, she can feel the strength coiled in alien sinew, but feels no fear. She trusts Kara completely never to use it against her. “Please, don’t go,” she adds after a beat, then it’s her turn to look down as she struggles to find the nerve to ask, “Do you really...” she pauses, “...love me?” The question is scared and uncertain and she can list all the reasons she can’t quite believe it would be true, but even so, she allows herself to hope. “God, Cat,” Kara gasps, and touches her again, the contact feather light, but warm and real as she lays her free hand along Cat’s cheek. “More than...” She doesn’t finish, just drags in a deep breath and shakes her head as a hard shudder rattles through her. “When you didn’t wake up and...” Kara’s voice breaks painfully. “They weren’t sure you would for awhile,” she admits through thick tears and ducks her head, hiding behind her hair as it spills around her face. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” Despite the ache every movement causes, Cat reaches out, resting her hand on burnished gold hair. “Not your fault,” she whispers, neither wanting nor liking what sounds like guilt. “Feels like it is,” Kara husks, shoulders trembling as she draws in a ragged breath. She looks up then, her eyes redder than Cat has ever seen them. “I should have been there sooner, should have protected you...” “I know you,” Cat says by way of disagreement. “You would have been if you could have been.” “I would have,” Kara swears with the seriousness of a judge taking an oath. She strokes Cat’s cheek again, her skin amazingly soft, her touch light as a butterfly’s kiss. “I love you, you know. I’d do anything for you.” For all the physical pain, Cat feels like maybe she could start flying all on her own and she finds herself grinning like a damn fool even though it hurts like hell. “How about a drink. I’d kill for a bourbon, but I’m guessing I’m limited water.” Kara chuckles softly and moves to grab a nearby pitcher. “Crushed ice for the moment,” she explains and steps close again, carefully using a plastic spoon to drizzle half melted chips past bruised lips until Cat waves her off. Already exhausted, Cat sinks into the mattress. “Hold me?” she sighs, feeling small and scared and in need of comfort. A worried frown creases the girl’s brow and she flinches. “I don’t want hurt you.” “You won’t,” Cat mumbles and uses her hold on Kara’s hand to tug her closer, smiling as the girl floats above her, then carefully slips her free hand away from Cat’s cheek to ease it around the top of her head, snuggling her very lightly. Another gentle tug draws Kara close enough that their bodies just barely brush and she can feel the comforting warmth of the girl. “You’re going to be all right,” Kara breathes over and over in a soothing mantra as she slowly pets Cat’s hair. Cat turns a little toward the comfort of Kara’s body, sighing heavily and sinking deeper into the mattress. They’re still like that when Alex and Carter appear in the doorway. “Mom,” the boy murmurs, his voice soft, his tone heartfelt. If seeing Kara floating above his mother is at all surprising, he doesn’t let on. In fact, he seems glad to see her. “Careful,” Kara reminds him when he leans in to share a barely there hug with his mother. “You’re okay.” He glances at Kara, then Alex for confirmation. “I’ll be fine...just a little...tired,” Cat sighs, her eyelids suddenly feeling painfully heavy. “You’re a hero, you know,” Carter tells her as he takes up Kara’s vacated chair. “Hardly,” she mumbles, thinking it’s hardly heroic to sneak around bashing people from behind while deathly terrified. “No, you are,” he insists and she doesn’t argue this time. After that, they talk a bit, but mostly the sisters reassure the boy while Cat increasingly just floats. She’s half asleep when Alex gently urges the boy out. Kara is still floating a little above and to her side and she reaches up to idly stroke a soft cheek. Sleep is tugging at her, pulling her down, but this darkness is warm and friendly, not dangerous or clawing. “You’ll be here when I wake up?” she asks Kara, who nods. “Forever, if you’ll have me,” the girl promises. A tired smile curves Cat’s lips as she tugs Kara’s hand to her chest. “Forever,” she confirms and escapes into slumber, confident Kara will still there when she wakes.

End

[mistahsojourner]

It’s starting to become not enough to just write. I’ve written semi-diligently almost every single day. I want to say something. I want to get close to the inexpressible and get kinda close to expressing it. I want to get so close that god damn it, I actually fucking expressed it. 

Dog-whistling Dixie. That phrase kept occurring to me on my drive home today. Dog whistling Dixie. Dog whistling Dixie. I dunno. 

I’m actually close to having read an entire book in I don’t know how long. I got to spend a lot of time just reading at my desk today. That was nice. Seriously. I took care of some minor shit here and there but most of the time, I just got to read. We’re not talking anything that literary. It’s The Great Divide by Matt Taibbi. It talks a lot about the machinations of the financial collapse of 2008. I barely remember that. Seriously, I think maybe I was barely conscious. That event touched everything though. It was a complicated shell game that ended up torching the lives of so many people and no one was ever really held accountable for it. That’s crime on a massive scale. There’s crime and then there’s crime. 

Something that can send me into a rage is local news broadcasts because of all the “crime” stories. Maybe they’ll have some story about some thieves that are stealing packages on people’s doorsteps. I remember once seeing a video on some local news station’s Facebook page of some package thief nicking a package and then slipping and falling and the comments were all, “KARMA! IT’S A BIIIIITCH AND SO AM I,” and “THEY WAS LUCKY I WASN’T THERE WITH MY GUN CUZ I WOULDA GONE PUNISHER ON HER FAT ASS.” All this ire for some desperate petty criminal but where is the rage for the banker who ripped off their pension fund on Wall Street with a nose full of cocaine while getting head from a barely legal prostie? C’mon man. I know it’s not the 80s any more but I’m pretty sure Wall Street still runs on cocaine. You ever see that episode of Cops where they were stopping and frisking people outside of a luxury apartment complex and hitting Wall Streeters with coke possession charges? No you don’t because it never happened and it doesn’t happen. Nah, if you are one of the brain dead idiots who enjoys a show like Cops, you are treated to shirtless folk in trailer parks getting busted for meth and domestic violence and monologues from boring motherfuckers with crew cuts talking about how they are like a 4th generation pig or some shit as they drive along on patrol with their eyes peeled for people of color. 

I will be going in and seeing a therapist on Monday. Fuck! A god damn Monday. So, I am going to be groggy and ready to just go to bed after a long day but I can’t just go home. I gotta go talk to some guy I’ve talked to exactly twice. I better think about what it is I’m going to say. Damn. I wonder how honest I really am going to be in there. I’ve got to make at least some attempt to be honest or there really is no point, right?  So, what is it really? 

Hmm. So. Here’s what it is. I’m really fucking bored, lonely and I can get really anxious. Look, I’m doing better than I have in a long time but god damn it, what else should I be doing?