#(given that he didnt even flinch when we tried to pull his leg by naming our team after him)

[midnight-ranger-general-jiyan]

I AGREE WITH THE ANON WHO MENTIONED LOSING THEIR PITY TO LINGYANG!! IF I LOST MY PITY TO ANY OTHER 5 STAR BUT YOU JIYAN WE ARE GONNA HAVE A FIERCE BATTLE IN BED!!!! 😇😇😇

"Why would the battle be on bed? That would be a disaster waiting to happen. The bed would easily break and that is unsafe." Jiyan was perplexed. "Plus, I do not want to fight unnecessarily. If you wish to train, we can do so but violence will not be necessary."

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 3

a/n: uwuwuwuwu this is an au since yanno,,,, they didnt really make it to nationals :(

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

GUESS WHOS BACK! BACK AGAIN!

anon:

may i request a scenario where seijoh made it to nationals and atsumu flirts with reader🥺

CAN WE BLS STOP THIS SANGWOO/ATSUMU TYPA BEAT BC I HONESTLY DONT VIBE W IT AND IT LOWKEY SCARES ME A LITTLE :o

OMLOMLOML YALL MADE IT TO NATIONALS

to be honest, it was,,, unexpected

you were sitting there, on the bench and gripping it in anticipation as seijoh and shiratorizawa were once again at a match point thanks to kyotani’s angry spike

going past 31, they were now 31-30 with seijoh in the lead

you could tell ushijima was getting antsy despite him covering it up and encouraging his team with a one-liner

your own team was buzzing with both nervousness and hope and iwaizumi was clenching and unclenching his fists in anticipation for the last toss

when the ball went up, oikawa’s eyes flashed, arms moving to set and the red-haired spiky guy was now watching which spiker he was going to give it to

however

he tossed it to no one

instead, oikawa’s hand flicked and he dumped the ball

it was like in slow motion and as shiratorizawa’s players scrambled to the floor, 

it was too late

the ball bounced on yellow polished floor before rolling away, completely unaware of what just happened and the lives it just changed

your mouth hung open, eyes trailing after the rubber ball like every single people in the gym

then it finally hit you

‘YOOOOOOOOSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

a scream from iwaizumi lit the candle of happiness and you didnt even care, running out to the court to jump on your captain, tears flowing down his face and his arms squeezing you tightly against his chest

‘AKLDFJJSHKFEOIOWIHFSKESIFOEWIHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

it was all a jumbled noise from everyone, your team, your coaches, the fans in the stand, and even from that orange boy and his team

the boys were hugging each other and crying and sobbing but oikawa’s hold remained on you, your own tears mixing with his sweat and coating his neck

‘you did it, oikawa-san. you did it’

you whimpered and he laughed and you felt him nodding

‘we’re going to tokyo. nationals!’

he choked out 

‘OIKAWA!’

the entire gym rumbled and you basked in the joy that the entire team radiated before having to stand with the coaches so they could shake hands with shiratorizawa for a good game

the locker room was loud, even much louder than the gym, with kindaichi’s loud sobbing and mattsuhana’s loud celebratory singing and iwaizumi’s joking shouts and eventually joining in

iwaizumi held his arms out for you and you giggled, crashing straight into him

you wiped his sweat filled face and he sat down on the bench, with you standing between his legs and his large hands gripping your waist

‘it’s not a dream, right?’

he whispered, eyes closed at the gentle feeling of you caressing his face

‘no, iwa-san. nationals is ours’

you soothed and he let out another loud laugh before pulling you close and burying his face in your stomach, probably crying again but this time, out of joy

for years theyve tried

and now, they succeeded

well,,, nationals should be a good thing, right?

hmm,,, maybe the honor of going

but the other players??

oh god

it was obvious when miyagi’s representative entered through those doors and eyes immediately went to their manager

it wasnt like you were the only female manager but you were an unfamiliar team so you have never been seen before

uwu youre so pretty like bow down to the goddess

oikawa’s hold on your hand was tight and his eyes flitted to everyone who looked at them, as if signalling them to back off and you were his

‘wahh, oikawa-san! kageyama told me that the best of the best are in here! he told me to look for fukurodani and nekoma!’

seijoh’s eye twitched at the mention of your new-found friend who you’ve been texting back and forth and him secretly teaching you everything about volleyball since your own team has been too busy preparing for nationals

they watched you try and stand in your tippy toes to find the apparent red and black jerseys and the black, white and gold jerseys

hmm,,,, it seems everyone had the same colors

‘ne, y/n-chan, you trust our team, don’t you? if anything, we’re part of the best of the best! you got the best setter right here!’

oikawa grinned but you nodded distractedly

‘come on, we got to go unpack and train’

iwaizumi nudged so you had to stop looking and you followed your captain, who still held your hand

but this is a typical fanfiction ladies and gents

as you were walking towards the locker room, there was a team that wore maroon colored jackets and were walking towards you

again, this is seijoh’s very first nationals so nobody really knew of them

they were more familiar of the white and purple jackets of shiratorizawa rather than the mint green and white of seijoh

however, oikawa seemed to know them

‘ah’

he whispered out, making you look up at him but his sights were straight towards them, a hard and cold look

‘ara? fresh blood?’

you cringed at the weird analogy and the guy with the black tips, who you infered to be the captain, elbowed him

 ‘excuse us’

he nodded in greeting and you noticed the guy with the bleach hair and you did a double-take, blinking rapidly

‘oh sangwoo?’

KSLDFJKDLFJSLDK KILL ME ALREADY

watari coughed, knowing exactly what you meant and it seems nobody else did except for the sangwoo look-a-like

and he raised an eyebrow in interest

‘hm? you called?’

another guy with gray hair, who looked exactly like him, rolled his eyes and he pulled him forward to walk after their captain

but he didnt let off yet

as he passed you by, he leaned close, breath fanning your ear

‘but its miya atsumu, baby girl’

ON GOD I WANT TO COMMIT WITH HOW GROSS HE IS LIKE BLS

kyo, who was behind you, growled at him and pulled you behind himself

‘she has name, fcker’

atsumu faked a surprise and backed away with his hands up

‘alrighty, then. didnt know you had a bodyguard, girlie. but maybe,, later on, we could get to know each other. alone’

YALL THIS IS GOING TO GET BETTER LATER I PROMISE HES NOT A WEIRDO PERVERT AS HE SOUNDS

osamu was annoyed and dragged him away, leaving you with your team, who were also extremely pissed off, especially oikawa

‘heh, the best setter in the country and yet he acts like a horny dog’

oikawa seethed, a pointy smile etched on his face

‘eh? best setter?’

you wondered but not given an answer because your captain would be damned if that atsumu decided to show up again

the locker room was actually the same back home

but kindaichi was sobbing again

‘t-this room! the best of the best! i cant-too much-’

you were busy hugging him and wiping his tears to notice the third years huddling over by the corner

oikawa was sitting on the bench while iwaizumi was changing into his practice jersey and the other two were flanked beside the captain

‘of course theyve got their eye on her now’

oikawa mumbled, fingers laced together and touching his lips

‘what can you expect? y/n-chan is an extremely pretty girl’

mattsun shrugged

‘but ugh, if i see that cheese face again,, i will fight’

iwa threatened, angrily slipping his arms through the holes

‘he reeked nasty! gross!’

makki agreed

‘so we’re agreeing to keep her in our sights right?’

they agreed to oikawa’s question and were going to stick by that word

but,,,,

what can you expect from star-struck players?

maybe its because theyve worked for so long to reach this point that the fact that they’re even standing in the tokyo stadium felt like a dream

‘guys, i need to go and fill the bottles really quick’

they mumbled distracted agreements so you sighed and lugged the crate of bottles

thank god there was a fountain nearby and as you were capping the last one, a familiar voice rang from behind you

‘oh? baby girl?’

you flinched at the weird nickname and thought that if you stayed quiet, hed leave

‘chibi? hey?’

he asked and made his way to your side, you closing your eyes and looking off to the side

atsumu thought you were interesting, not like every girl who would spread their legs at him and press up to him

the fact that you even AVOIDED looking at him was so foreign to him and your dismissive attitude made him so drawn to you

‘look, im sorry if i made ya uncomfortable earlier’

he,,, apologized?

but you didnt know who he was so you didnt know how out of character it was for him to even say ‘sorry’

'miya-san, hello’

you mumbled, eyes now opened but still focused on the bottle you gripped

he cracked a smile and was he,,,, nervous?

usually, hed say something dumb or sarcastic to cut the tension, but it was like he was even,,, careful,,, with what he wanted to say next

‘how-um-you like it ‘ere?’

if osamu was to see him now, he’d think his brother was kidnapped by those aliens oikawa swore up and down were real and was replaced by some opposite dimension version of atsumu

you gulped, mustering up a small smile before turning to look at him

‘miya-san, dont take offense to this, but just know i have a very loud voice and i can lift 80 pounds. and im the first one to ever beat iwa-san in an arm-wrestling match’

you puffed your cheeks in intimidation with your eyebrows furrowed but accidentally looking more cute rather than scary

were you,,, threatening him?

atsumu paused for a second to assess the situation and really understand the underlying meaning of your words

then he laughed

a real hearty laugh that made him go for a whole minute

‘-ahahaha!! whew, chibi-chan, ya’r a rare one’

wait i dont know how to type you’re with an accent !!!!!

he let out a few more chuckles then wiped a tear that fell

you just stood there 🧍‍♀️ 

‘you think its funny, miya-san? yahaba-kun and i also have a supernatural telepathy phenomenon-’

‘chibi-chan, i swear i wont hurt ya’

he promised but you backed your face away, an eyebrow raised

‘thats what they all say. if anything, youre scaring me more so i’ll-’

‘wait’

he held out a hand out but he quickly curled it, pulling it back to his chest

‘i,,,, listen i know how basic this may sound but,,,, youre the first to ever be like this to me’

you rolled your eyes

‘you think i havent heard that before? i have oikawa-san in my team, for god’s sake! ‘youre one of a kind’ ‘youre not like other girls’ yadda yadda’ try harder, miya-san’

you tilted your head with a crooked smile 

were you,,, playing hard to get?!

atsumu’s eyes shined, wanting to finally do the chasing rather than being chased

‘well, first off, chibi-chan, i need to know your name’

he leaned forward with his hands buried deep inside his maroon jacket pocket

‘my name? what good will that do? you already call me something else dont you? a name is meant to help people call each other and youve been calling me ‘chibi’ so what’s the point of giving you my birth name?’

even with a straight face, atsumu right away knew of your teasing as your eyes were shining brightly and had a hint of amusement in them

oh my god hes in love with you

he was in disbelief of your attitude towards him so he nodded slowly and laughed again

‘what can i do to earn that name then, chibi-chan?’

ehehehe kuroo,,,,, im in danger

you crossed your arms and pouted, leaning forward

‘ehh? why do you want it so bad? do you call others ‘chibi’ too?’

your expression of suspicion was so adorable that he couldnt stop himself from lunging forward and squeezing your cheeks between his fingers

‘so cute. youre my only chibi, chibi-chan’

you hummed, swiftly wiping his touch away from you

‘doubt it. ive only met you today and you’re already acting like this. what makes you think i think youre genuinely interested in me, miya-san?’

‘fate?’

this time, you chuckled, head leaning down

and as you looked back up, your heart stopped

by the distance, there was a familiar-looking haired boy with golden eyes and an also familiar black hair and steel blue eyes

oh dear

your emotions went sour but you saw the black and white-haired male laugh and the steel eyed male shake his head in disapproval but had the hint of the smallest smile

they,, were now happy

‘fate, you say’

you mumbled distractedly

‘fate instilled magnets in us so i just cant help but be drawn to ya’

atsumu grinned but you averted your eyes to look at him, a soft and genuinely happy look

‘would those magnets be strong enough to draw us together, even if we were in another life? if we were fated, would we meet again?’

you looked up at him, your eyes still glistening but this time, with the slightest bit of hope

atsumu sent you a confused glance but he still shrugged

‘i guess so, if i’m so drawn to you right now. maybe in our past life we were,,, together?’

he tested out, expecting you to roll your eyes and walk away but you laughed

‘well, i just witnessed it happening so maybe its possible?’

you wondered out loud

atsumu blinked again, getting more and more interested in you

‘chibi-chan?’

he asked you and you jumped slightly to look at him with a smile

‘say, miya-san, what if i told you that i remember my past life? and what would you say if i told you that you were in it?’

you grinned but atsumu scrunched his face together before smiling

‘hmm, i dont know what youre sayin but it proves my point!’

he exclaimed but you cocked an eyebrow, a sad smile resting on your lips

‘now what would you say if i told you that you were my nurse?’

a/n: omg i actually hate how this turned out like bls blast me on this

a/n pt 2: during my break, i actually re-read ‘in another life’ and i wrote this up after i finished it again and can i just say? I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CREDITS TO LITTLELUXRAY ON AO3

a/n pt 3: hewwo im back again and since no one replied with a link, i can,,, guess??,,, that the book is gone??? or taken down?? but anyways, i just really wanted to post something and tbh, stuff like this cant be helped but i really do hope that it’s gone and if its not, dkasjdfkslf again send me the link

[oliverwxod]

You were good to me (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: bullying, fighting

She knew it was bound to happen one day, but she wasn’t expecting it to happen this quickly and so out of the blue. She knew it was a rare occurrence that someone of her age, gaining on her mid twenties, had never experienced love or a feeling that she guessed was love, she could not tell the difference between a crush or infatuation compared to the big, real deal that was such a huge part of many people lives. Except hers. 

 She was emotionally intelligent to know exactly where her problem and fear of it came from. It stemed from a deep rooted issue of her upbringing, her mother bringing her up single handedly, warning her away from men, in her exact words ‘men don’t bring you happiness, work hard and you will find your own happiness’. 

Y/n had learnt over her young years to never ask about her Father, the curiosity was always there, but she knew better. She was here, right now, having worked to the best of her ability for many years to get to this position and opportunity. SHIELD didn’t recruit very often, and this was a once in a life time opportunity that she had been studying and training for since the day she learnt how to read and write. Ofcourse it was courtesy of her dear Mother that she followed this root, which young child didn’t want to follow in the footsteps of their Mother who had achieved so much for her country.

 A field agent was all Y/n had wanted to grow up to be, a field agent for no other than SHEILD. So was over the moon, estatic almost when she received an email from recruitment about starting the programme, she only had to get through the trials and exams before becoming a fully fledged agent. Agent 18. 

That was her training number, that’s what she was referred to, her almost new name and she liked it, there was no way it was being taken away from her now, not when she had worked so hard, not when she had given up so much. This, as sad as it was in reality, this is all she had now. 

She had nothing to fall back on… no back up plan. Nothing and most importantly no one. Well... until he came along out of the blue and she fell into an unfamiliar territory of anxiety and fear, it made her sick to her stomach some days.

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 Y/n’s unhealthy way to deal with emotions was to ignore the problem until it went away. So that’s what she did, she carried on training and working hard, doing her best to ignore him. Bucky Barnes, Sargent Barnes, Y/n’s mentor for the programme.

 Day in and day out she ignored the butterflies in her stomach when he even spoke a single word directed to just herself. Like right this minute. He was watching her intently, her sparring match with another agent, agent 13 if she remembers correctly. 

 He was as quiet as normal, staring with a stony expression in his face, set in a frown of concentration as he judged, picking up on weak points.

 “Good” he commented watching as Y/n had flipped agent 13 over her shoulder just as she thought his fist was about to land straight into her nose. 

 “Bitch” agent 13 mumbled under his breath glaring at her before swinging his leg round in anger straight into her side, his nasty comment had come out of no where, shocking her slightly as she fell to the ground with a groan. She heard Sargent Barnes let out a breath as if he winced himself at the sound. 

 Y/n knew she had to pull through the pain and get back up. She couldn’t fall at such a silly thing. 

 “Not a very nice thing to say�� she said through gritted teeth, standing up quickly and swinging her right fist to connect with his own side, mimicking where he had just kicked her, he grunted but didn’t have time to recover as Y/n took his legs out with a swipe of one of hers. He fell to the ground, Y/n being quick to pin him down to the floor.

 “Alright, enough” Barnes spoke but Y/n didn’t move, a glare set in her face as she stared down at agent 13. She was mad that he could have ruined her chances. 

 “Agent 18” Barnes addressed her specifically and only then did her head turn to look at him. “Enough” 

he spoke and she found herself relaxing slightly, dropping her hold on agent 13 and offering a hand to help him up. Agent 13 glared, ignoring her and standing by himself. Bucky acknowledged this action, making a note of it in his head for feedback. 

 “Nice punches agent 18” Bucky spoke firmly “you need to not get distracted. People could say anything on the field to get in your head” he nodded. The sick feeling in her stomach arose as he addressed her, knees feeling weak and she could feel herself start to shake slightly. But she pulled it together. Bucky Barnes was a trained assassin after all, he would easily be able to tell if someone had a crush on him. Not that he really cared for that. 

She gave a firm nod back before quickly adverting her eyes from him. 

 “Agent 13” he spoke before hesitating slight “there’s some things we need to work on” he said not specifying exactly. Y/n could tell that this meant there was a lot and was smirking inside her head at this thought. 

 “Okay. You’re dismissed” Bucky spoke turning around with no second glance at the pair of them and walking over to where Steve Rogers was sat having just dismissed his own students. 

 “You really are a bitch” Agent 13 spoke to her before jogging to catch up with the rest of the recruits who greeted him with a smile and offering of lunch with them.

 Y/n didn’t let it bother her. She didn’t have many friends in her life and wasn’t looking to make anymore. It only hurt for a second watching all the other recruits laugh with each other, leaving the gym as a group to go and get lunch. Y/n turned away from the sight, deciding to stay in the gym rather than go and sit by herself in the cafeteria like a sad little girl.

 She retreated to the corner of the gym where she felt safe and comfortable, wrapping her hands with tape as she stared at the punching bag full of sand infront of her. It was much larger than her frame, and to many other it would look intimidating, but she smirked before stepping up on to the mat throwing her first punch then a second and a third until she lost count. 

 “Do you ever rest?” A voice came from behind her startling her from her zone. She caught the punching bag to stop it swinging straight into her body. Her head turning to meet Sargent Barnes. 

 “Sargent” she greeted, looking at him with expectant eyes. 

 “Did you not fancy lunch with the other recruits?” He asked, concern in his voice. 

 “Not really my thing” she spoke. 

 “What... lunch?” He asked confused, a small smirk pulling at his mouth. 

 “No, being friends with the other recruits” she spoke as if it was obvious. 

 “And why’s that? Isn’t it a good thing to make friends with people like yourself” Barnes asked. 

 “They’re a distraction” she said staring at him with a serious look on his face.

 “So if you don’t have friends what do you do in your free time?” Y/n was starting to get nervous, this was the longest conversation she had had with Bucky Barnes ever. Well the longest personal conversation. 

 “I study” she spoke once again as if it was an obvious thing. 

 “You... study?” He asked with an unbelievable expression on his face. She nodded, slightly cowering behind the punching bag now as it had completely stopped swinging, only slowly rocking back and forth gently.

 She stared at him in silence. 

 “You need to find something to relax you. It’s not healthy to be working and training 24/7” he said, a gentle tone now lacing his words. He had seen how many recruits through the years who wanted it as badly as Y/n did had slowly lost their own sanity by giving everything they had into this process. 

 “I sleep” she replied making Bucky let out a laugh. 

 “I’ve seen what this programme has done to people, just make sure you find something you enjoy if not you will lose yourself”. For the first time Y/n glared at the man for speaking such honest words to her. 

 “I enjoy this” she replied bluntly. 

 “If you’re sure” he said uncertainly, but her left her too it, leaving the gym as Y/n glared at the sight of him.

 His words had hit her harder than she thought possible.

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 The sound of a door slamming echoed throughout the empty gym but Y/n didn't even flinch, ignoring it and carrying on with her punches. It was 5:30am and she hadn't been able to sleep, all that plagued her thoughts was loneliness and she didn't want to succumb to that feeling so she decided to get an early gym session in.

 "Here again?" A voice right behind her said. It made her jump this time and turn around to the source as she had assumed it was just another person who couldn't sleep coming to train early. 

 The punching bag swung behind her, smacking straight into her body and knocking her over. His hands shot out automatically to stop her falling, one arm resting on her elbow the other on her waist. She froze, the sick feeling rising in the back of her throat at the contact.

 She panicked not use to another touch when they weren't hitting or sparing with her. Bucky made sure she was steadily on her feet before letting go. 

 "I didnt mean to startle you Y/l/n" he spoke in an apology. 

 "That's alright ... Sargent" she said softly, voice tired as the lack of sleep finally caught up to her. 

 "Why are you up so early?" He asked politely.

 "Why are you up so early?" She asked back. 

 "Ah I see, deflection of a question, a common way to change the subject" he chuckled. 

 "I want to get some extra training in" she finally said. 

 "At 5::30am?" 

 "Yes. It's quieter at this time" she said. Referring to the fact the other recruits weren't distracting her with their loud conversations. 

 "Want a sparring partner?" he asked, eye flickering to the empty mats in the centre of the gym. 

“Really?” she tried not to sound to enthusiastic but the opportunity for one on one hand to hand combat practice with the winter soldier would help her immensely. 

“That’s if you’re up for it?” he challenged. 

“of course- I mean, yes” she nodded, immediately making her way towards the mats, Bucky following closely behind.

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It was late evening almost night time when Y/n found her self with her cheek pressed harshly against the lockers in the gyms changing rooms. 

“I saw you this morning” a harsh sounding voice spat next to her ear. 

Her eyes frantically looked around for help but there was no one else around. His hand pushed her face further into the lockers, the padlock pressing uncomfortably against the corner of her left eye. 

“get off me” she grunted, squirming to try and release the grip. The persons hand grabbed her hair roughly pulling her away before slamming her back into it. 

“So that’s the real reason that there's rumours going around that you’re the favourite recruit. It’s because you’re fucking your mentor” he spat. Y/n elbowed the person making them release their grip enough for her to throw them off.

Agent 13 was staring back at her, a nasty twisted grin on his face. 

“what is wrong with you?” she glared back.

“what is wrong with me? is that you’re using him to get into the programme.” he growled, shoving her back to hit the lockers again. 

“get off me” she huffed. “I’m not sleeping with anyone, what is your problem” 

“oh cut the bull shit” he laughed wickedly. “its obvious, why else would you be training with Sargent Barnes at 6 in the morning. I’ve got my eye on you” he threatened before stalking out of the changing rooms.. 

Y/n glared at nothing, confusion over the whole incident setting in. The gym was empty by the time she had gotten over the shock of agent 13′s words. 

She decided to take a long shower to get rid of her thoughts, hoping to ease some of the pain on the side of her cheek and eye with cold water. It didn’t work. Sighing heavily she shut off the water, momentarily resting her head against the cool tiles.

She reached her hand out from the curtain grabbing her towel to wrap around her body, stepping out of the shower and making her way towards her locker. 

She stopped in her tracks, heart beating fast as she stared at the broken lock on her locker, the door wide open showing the emptiness inside where her bag, phone and clothes once were. 

“Shit” she whispered in panic. “shit, shit, shit” 

What the hell was she meant to do now. She glanced at the ceiling trying to hold back her tears. She couldn’t leave the gym with just a towel on, the recruits floor was 5 floors up, there is no way she wouldn’t walk into someone, plus she would have to go through the common room which was always packed at this time of night. 

She guessed that the locker rooms would be her bedroom for the night, until the next person came into the gym which could possibly not be until morning. She huffed already embarrassed for the person who would stumble in on her. 

The night was long and cold, she sat with her legs close to her chest, her towel tightly clutched to her body to keep a tiny bit of heat in. It was no use, the tiled floor was freezing her skin, legs blue tinted, lined with goosebumps. She had already searched each locker for any ounce of clothes but only found another discarded towel that was only small enough to wrap round the back of her shoulders. 

She lost count of the tears that had rolled down her cheeks, a cracking headache driving her slightly insane as she tried to fight sleep. 

She dozed off at some point in the middle of the night. 

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The slamming of a door wasn’t enough to wake her as she slept uncomfortably, knees still pulled up to her chest, her head resting back against the lockers. The only thing that woke her was a soft shake coming from her shoulder and the whisper of her name. 

Immediately she was alert, eyes wide and fully awake in a panicked frenzy. 

Her eyes met those of Bucky Barnes, a soft smile on his face that soon turned into a confused frown. 

“what are you doing asleep in here doll?” he asked, his voice gentle to match the morning quietness. 

Y/n didn’t even hear the nickname, too mortified about the situation. Out of all people to find her it just had to be him. 

“I’m sorry” she spoke, clutching the towel she still had wrapped around her closer to her body. It was only then that she realised just how cold she really was. 

“Dn’t apologise, it’s just - it’s not often someone falls asleep in the locker rooms in just a towel” he chuckled. 

“I wasn’t- I didn’t mean to - someone - I don’t know, someone took my things” she said, glancing up and over to the empty locker that her things should have been in. 

Bucky’s face fell, his smile disappearing immediately. 

“They what?” he said, making sure he was hearing this right before he really lost it. 

“Someone- took my uh, my stuff, clothes and everything” she mumbled. 

“who?”

“I’m not sure” she spoke quietly, embarrassment rally setting in at how pathetic she thought she looked, especially in-front of her mentor who would be judging her extremely for not being able to handle a situation such as this. 

“Then who gave you this” he spoke, crouching down to her level to brush his thumb against her cheek, only then did she flinch, remembering the pain on the side of her face, it must have come out in a bruise already. 

“Oh” she spoke wincing “IT was my own fault” 

“The truth, Y/n” he spoke, not having time for her flittering around it. He needed to sort this out, bullying was not tolerated, and this level of bullying was harassment. 

“I Think I can guess” Bucky spoke, staring at her as he watched her stutter for her answer. He had seen the grief she was given by certain agents. 

“He- uh...” she shied away from his stare. 

“HE did what? what did he do?” Bucky almost demanded, but took a slightly softer approach due to the sacred and vulnerable look on her face. 

“He accused me of sleeping with you” she mumbled quietly. “Said that's why I was the favourite.” 

“Fuck” Bucky muttered. “come on get up” he spoke, watching her confused face. “you can’t stay in here all day” he spoke softly. 

She took his outstretched hand hesitantly, his grip soft and gentle as he helped her up, legs shaking due to the numbness of the cold. 

“You must be freezing” he spoke, letting go of her hand and moving to root around in his gym bag. 

He passed her a pair of joggers and a hoodie, turning around to give her privacy as she dropped her towel. His breath hitched in his throat at the sound of the towel hitting the floor, Y/n’s doing the same as she quickly dressed, the smell of Bucky overwhelming her. 

“You good?” he asked after a few minutes silence. 

She cleared her throat quietly before replying. “yes... uh- thank you” 

“lets get you out of here and get you some food” he said, making his way to the doors that lead to the gym, he pushed it open, holding it until Y/n had walked past him. He watched her back, following after her until she came to a sudden stop, her head turning to look at him with wide eyes and a scared stare. 

In front of her, holding a smirk on his face was agent 13. Bucky glared at the man whose eyes had only just moved from Y/n to his, his face immediately dropping. 

Before Y/n could say anything Bucky had stormed past her, metal hand flying straight towards agent 13s neck and slamming him into the wall. 

“I never want to see your face here again. You’re out, with immediate effect” he growled before dropping him to the floor and walking away. Y/n following quickly after him. 

“Thank you Sargent” she whispered. 

“Call me Bucky” 

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Jon Snow x reader

Pairing: Jon Snow x young reader (platonic)

Summary: reader is a captured wilding and is forced to be Jon's steward. Shes tough and stubborn but one day something happens and her feelings for the crow begin to change.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, attempted assault, mentions of rape. Mentions of blood.

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A/n Hello my loves! Just a quick note about this story. Reader is a young teenager, also her relationship with Jon is non romantic. Hes protective of her like a brother. I hope you like it!

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"Whats your name girl?" you wanted to roll your eyes but refrained as the new commander of the nights watch, barely a man in your opinion tried to be intimidating in a room full of equally unintimatading men.

As dumb as they looked they still outnumbered you like 100 to 1. So you begrudgingly decided to answer.

"Y/n"

The lord commander, or more commonly known as Jon snow the bastard of winterfell, nodded once, satisfied that he finally gotten a word out of you.

"Well y/n, seeing as your people are gone-"

"Dead you mean" you couldn't help but bite out. "You crows saw to that"

Those damn crows had raided your village and slaughtered everyone save yourself.

"You're lucky we didn't gut you along with the rest of those filthy wildlings" one man spat out stepping forward but was halted by the commander, "Enough!"

"We had no choice, they trespassed and started to cause trouble-"

"Trespassed?! That land has been ours for generations, and just because some rich folk came and decided to put up a wall and cast us out, we're the criminals?!" You felt your anger rise again. "We didnt do anything wrong! We were just trying to survive like everyone else in this stupid godsforsaken world!"

The lord commander sighed with fustration, he tried to have patience, after all she was more or less a child. Well a child with the mouth of a 40 year old sailor.

"I'm sorry y/n, but there are rules, and they broke those rules"

"Rules?" You scoffed, "And who decided on those rules hmm? Certainly not the people who lived here, so tell me Snow, why the hell should any of us listen to rules that were forced on us?! In our eyes you are the enemy. We were just people, trying to not starve and freeze to fucking death and you slaughter us like animals!" You felt the burn behind your eyes as you remembered the screams and smell of blood. But you would die before you cried in front of these heartless butchers.

"I'm sorry that you had to witness it, but you have a choice to make now" he looked into your eyes with seriousness. "You can either be sent back beyond the wall or..." he paused hesitantly, "you can serve as a steward here"

You almost laughed, "Are you drunk Snow?!? Or do you actually think those are fair options?"

"Considering I'm already bending the rules by letting you live, yes I do" he said firmly.

You let out a humorless laugh, "So you think throwing me into the wilderness alone is fair? Or I suppose making me a slave to the nights watch is somehow better?" You glared at the men around you. Half of them fithly pigs who would no doubt use you whenever they got the chance.

"No harm would come to you if you stayed, of this you have my word. And you wouldn't be a slave. You'd be my steward."

But I wouldnt be allowed to leave, so a slave... but it's either that or what's beyond the wall.. I wouldn't last a day alone... after a while of silently debating I looked up into the killer's eyes, and sealed my fate with a nod.

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The first week was hell. All you wanted to do was murder every crow you saw.

If you had poison you would've wasted no time spilling it in the stew you had to carry to commander stupids room every evening.

He acted like he cared, asked about if you had enough to eat and if anyone had been bothering you. But you ignored him. He was just trying to get you to trust him, and then he would turn on you. It was all a sick game, you were sure of it.

Another few weeks passed in a similar manner, he gave up on trying to make conversation which you were ever thankful for.

Not having anyone to talk to was the worst part. Your days were horribly dull. You cleaned, did laundry, prepped meals and repeat. Other than glares no one had messed with you which you were kinda disappointed in to be honest. You would take any excuse to blacken and bruise those ugly mugs of theirs...

Apparently the gods had a sense of humor because the next day you found yourself cornered by two of them.

"You should be on your knees thanking us girl" one of them sneered.

"We coulda left you for dead with those other savages but we didnt. And all you've been is given attitude."

"It ain't right"

"No it ain't" they agreed.

While they yapped you were mentally figuring out how you were gonna fight your way out of this one. Three against one wasnt exactly fair, and it's not like snow let you carry around your weapons. And the fact that you were far away, gathering firewood when they cornered you wasn't ideal.

Ugly man number one tsked when he saw your wandering eyes, "no use screamin girl, no ones gonna hear you"

"What the fuck do you want, the sooner you tell me, the sooner I dont have to look at your ugly faces" you couldn't help but want to anger them.

The bald one shoved your shoulder against the wall, on instinct you swooped your arm over his and brought it down, severing the hold and then you kneed him in the groin...hard.

"You bitch!" He faltered and you took that opportunity to try and get away. Ugly number 2 grabbed the cloth of your shirt and pulled back but you quickly shoved an elbow hard into his face.

While you were distracted, the third man, let's call him horse face, pulled your hair harshly until you were tumbling to the ground with a grunt.

It didnt take long for the other 2 to recover and help horse face pin you down. P

A deep rooted panic spread across your body. "Get the fuck off me!" You tried to hide the fear in your voice as you thrashed.

"Shut up wilding whore!" You heard the sharp smack before you felt the pain blossom against your cheek.

"You got the mouth of a slut, now let's see if you've got the body of one" your eyes widened and you felt a rough hand slide under your tunic.

"S-stop it! I swear I'll kill-" he shut you up with another sharp slap. You could now taste copper in your mouth.

"I swear to God if you say one more word I'll cut out that sharp tongue of yours" he pulled his knife out of its sheath and pressed the cold metal against your cheek. You winced as he pressed in and you knew he had broken skin.

You tried to be strong but you were terrified. These men were going to rape you and you didnt have the strength like you thought you did to stop them.

You closed your eyes praying to whatever gods were out there that this would not happen. But the gods were cruel. They had allowed the crows to wipe out the only people you had to call family. No they weren't yours by blood, but they had taken you in and cared for you. Taught you how to hunt, how to fight, and now this is how your life was going to end.

"That's a good girl" he took your silence as compliance and started to kiss down your neck.

You shivered in disgust and fear, one hand placed firmly on your neck keeping you in place and the other was exploring beneath your shirt.

You didnt want to give up, you wanted to fight. You didnt want to be raped and killed. How would you ever face your family in the after life if you didnt put up a decent fight. Taking a deep breathe , with the risk of losing your tongue looming in your mind, you clenched your fists and let out your last shred of hope,

"GHOOOOOST" you hoped the wolf you had come to befriend could hear through the walls.

"WHAT DID I FUCKING TELL YOU" he clamped a crushing hand over your mouth.

"W-we should g-go, what if that mutt heard?" Horse face looked around nervously.

"Shut up Pud, no way that he can hear all the way in here"

"But-"

"Oh for god sakes, hold her down and be quiet!" He motioned for horse face to clamp my mouth shut instead whilst he began unbuckling his trousers.

"Before I cut that pretty tongue of yours, I'm gonna see how it feels around my c-AHH FUCK" a giant streak of white crossed your vision.

"HELP YOU IDIOTS, DONT JUST STAND THERE, FUCK!" You heard growling and tearing sounds.

The mens hold on you immediately loosened and you took that chance to sit up and see what the hell was going on. And when you saw the familiar white fur and black eyes you almost cried in relief.

Ghost had launched himself at your assailant and was currently biting away at his arm. The other two turned tail quick and made for the door, thinking they could escape, but what they did not expect was a very angry lord commander blocking their way.

"Ghost" he called back his wolf who growled at the men before walking back and standing beside his master.

You couldn't tell whose eyes were more threatening, the wolf, or the bastard wolf..

Before you knew what was happening several crows flooded the room and arrested the bleeding man and his friends.

The commanders attention was now on you. You rolled onto you knees and tried to stand up but found that someone had traded your legs for jelly cakes.

"Y/n" you immediately looked down, not wanting him to see how afraid you were.

You were surprised at how soft the commanders voice was now compared to two seconds ago when he ordered they be taken to the prisons. "Are you alright?" He knelt down in front of you and reached a hand out to your face.

You flinched and he hesitantly pulled back, "Its alright now, your safe, please... let me help you" he said almost pleading.

You don't know what came over you but something was telling you that it was ok to trust him so you nodded.

This time when he reached a hand to lift your face up you didnt pull away.

You met his eyes and found anger and regret in them, "I'm sorry"

You were instantly confused, "For what?" You questioned as he continued to inspect your injuries.

"I said that no harm would come to you, I shouldve kept a closer eye on you" he apologized with a look of deep regret.

You didnt know what to say. Why was he being so nice to you?! It didnt make any sense, weren't the crows supposed to be the bad ones? But he saved you...well ghost did lead them to you so you really should be thanking him but...

You didnt really know how to respond so you just stayed quiet. He moved to help you up, gentle hands supporting you. When it was clear you couldn't stand on your own he asked if you would let him help you to maester aemon.

Reluctantly you nodded and was surprised when he swooped down and gently lifted you up like those dumb princesses you heard about in fairy tales.

You thought he was just gonna help you walk with a slung over arm or something.... if you weren't so exausted you probably would've been way more embarrassed.

Wordlessly he carried you through the halls and into Maester Aemons infirmary. He set you down on the bed with care and said he would be back to check on you later. The maester was already by your side examining your injuries.

You dont know what came over you, but before you knew what was happening your mouth opened and halted the lord commander through the door.

"Thank you snow..." you were glad he was facing the door, you were sure your face was bright red.

But if he had been facing you, you would've seen his smile.

Maybe not all the crows were so bad after all...

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Ok soo it was kind of short I know, but my idea was for this to be a sort of prologue to a mini series of Jon and the reader. Please let me know if that's something you guys would want! Thanks for reading🥰

[is-that-another-soulmate-au]

Zukka Soulmate AU part 11

@mypureessence

@chaoticidiott

@ari-shipping-stuff

@knightedbot

@idkhowbutimgayer

@swampy-beans

@angrylittleintrovert

"Kurt? Kurt I thought I'd never find you! And here of all places!" Jen called out as the pair turned to him "and... with an.. earth girl... Kurt, we've talked about this"

Kurt pushed Lily behind him "no, you burned me, there was no talking dad."

"Wait, this is your dad? Your dad was one of them?" Lily asked in a terrified voice "does that mean the other two are alive?"

"Uh... who are you exactly?" Jen asked with a bored tone

"Amber village the Soyin family you burned before being taken down by earthbenders? I fell out of the cupboard afterwards" Lily said while holding her side holstered blades.

"Oh yes! I remember you! The nonbender who was playing hide and seek with her big sister Yana right? Pity she didn't last long, her heart must have been struggling for a while, such a shame. Really it is. But its too late for you to save her now little Lily petal"

"YAAAAH" Lily pulled out her blades and threw them at Jen managing to pin him against the wall behind him without damaging anything else "How dare you speak her name! How dare you pretend to care! How dare you show yourself in a sacred library of all places!" Lily grabbed Kurt "I. Hope. You. ROT." Running off they quickly lost sight of him and closed in on where they knew the rest of the group was.

"I had no idea my dad was one of the men who... Im so sorry, I would have to-" Lily pulled Kurt into a kiss right as the reached the group

"Im not angry with you Kurt, now please stop talking so much... just, wait until we're out of here okay?"

"A-hem! Hello earth to love birds what's going on?" Sokka snipped out "come on we have a clue we need to figure out"

"Lily, He will get out of that, we have to get everyone out of here before he tries to kill us again" Kurt murmured when the others walked off

"Till that man who just left tries to kill you?" The researcher said from behind the pair making them turn to see a glimpse of Jen before he managed to get out.

"Yeah... that man..." Kurt said with a sigh of relief

"Well, I think you two are good now, go catch up with your friends"

Meanwhile outside the library Zuko was throwing flame after flame while landing kicks on the sandbenders to no avail, he was quickly caught in... well... sand, forced to sink in completely before Tarren could get to him. He held his breath knowing if he took a breath he would likely inhale sand and practically drown.

With his world dark and most of his senses practically shut off his mind spun around like an infinite top. In this moment he finally had the ability to think, and that was never good. Thinking to the band on his wrist he remembered Sokka being gentle with him that morning and tying it around his neck, and then his harshness when he told him how angry it made him to see it there. What did he want? All Zuko wanted was for Sokka to at least give him a chance. He just wanted that gentle feeling from that morning back. He didnt understand what was going on. But he wanted to, maybe he could fix it.

Suddenly he was being forced back up and his world was light again and Tarren ran over to him while he was gasping for air and choking "the sandbenders!" He wheezed out "where are they"

"Tarren said they ran off with Appa" that wasn't Tarren... Zuko looked up to see Sokka and flinched back "woah, what's gotten into you?"

"I... it's nothing," when Sokka went to help him up he pushed his hands away and stood up by himself seeing the disappointed look cross Sokka's face when he did.

With Aang flying off to find Appa and Katara leading the group around with an intoxicated Sokka, their odds of surviving were thin, but... eventually they made it out with the help of a sand sailor, a returned Aang, and the Sandbemders who took Appa in the first place.

After they made it out they stopped to recuperate at a town a good while away from the desert and oasis. They took up two rooms in the towns inn, the rooms being given for free on the account of Aang being the avatar. There were five cots in each room, Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph and Zuko took one while Tarren, Lily, Kurt, Iroh and Jee took the other.

"Ah! Cozy bed, not a hard ground with the possibility of pricklesnakes getting into Sokka's sleeping bag and him waking the rest of us up!" Toph exclaimed making everyone except Sokka laugh

"Oh will you guys shut up! It happened twice! And the first time it was Aang messing with me!" Sokka turned to see Zuko still laughing a bit, covering his mouth that was clearly formed into a smile as soon as Sokka turned. That smile that Sokka saw so rarely that it pissed him off. "Why are you laughing? You haven't even been in the group that long" Sokka snapped harshly at Zuko

Zuko looked surprised for a second before glaring at him hard "what is your problem with me!? Ive done anything and everything I can to help all of you since I joined, I just almost suffocated in sand trying to save your bison!"

"That doesn't matter! I mean yeah, it matters! But-!"

"But what?! But what Sokka!? I dont know what you want from me! I mean fuck! I was wearing this band on my wrist to be respectful to you because I know it looks similar to betrothal necklaces, but you were the one who tied it on my neck that morning! And then all of a sudden it makes you mad!? Whats that about huh!?" Zuko's voice cracked "do you really hate the fact that we're soulmates that much? Do you hate me that much?"

"I mean... of course you hate me! Why wouldnt you!? I'm a terrible person thats pretty clear right!? But I'm trying to do better and it just.. it just seems you don't even want me to.. to be here? To be alive? Fuck sokka why did you run to me when I was pulled out of the sand!?" Zuko let out a laugh through his spilling tears "I mean it's not like you care right? You don't even want me in the group!"

"Shut up! Of course I want you in the group! I don't hate you Zuko! I tied the band around your neck because I love you okay!? And thats why I'm so mad! I'm mad because people like you took my mom and now you're my soulmate, but I wouldn't change you out for anyone in the world and it makes me so mad how much thats true okay! Now can we all just go to sleep!?" Sokka blurted out while backing Zuko into a corner

"You... you love me?" Zuko breathed out in a near silent whisper

Sokka sighed "Zuko, shut up. Just go to sleep"

And with that Sokka turned and got into his own bed quickly dozing off as if he didnt just confess everything to Zuko infront of everyone. Zuko on the otherhand was frozen in place with red tear stained cheeks looking at everyone before Katara moved to help him to his cot "sorry" he mumbled to her only receiving a 'youre fine in return

Meanwhile in the other room the group was staring at the wall they shared before clearing their throats and turning back to eachother "well, Im glad nephew figured it out" Iroh said

"Yeah, hes been suppressing that outburst for a while, I was surprised he didn't snap before we got here" Jee shrugged before the two old men rolled over to sleep.

Tarren and Lily hand pushed their cots against either side of Kurts with Tarren bending some rock around the legs to keep them in place through the night. Kurt just laid stick straight, awkwardly laying there before Lily and Tarren wrapped their arms around him and he relaxed into the affection with a sigh. "Is this alright?" Tarren asked in a whisper

"Yeah, yeah, its okay" Kurt said with a small sigh when Lily ran her fingers through his hair and he absolutely melted into the feeling.

Soon enough the entire group had fallen asleep, though they would soon wake up and have to prepare for a journey to Ba Sing Se on foot.

[mathew-alexander-taylor]

Never speak against the three || Self

 Matt sat with his arms above him in the chains. They were long anoufh je cpuls stand and walk a few feet comfortably, not long enough for him to sot with his arms at his side. That was so he couldnt curl up away from the sunlight. They had left the window open but the sun was only barely over the horizon. He tried not to dwell on it but had to force himself not to fall asleep.

As the light started to filter into the room and crawl across the floor, the door opened to his right. He was lucky enough that they left him in hos clothes, even if they had taken his shoes and socks so the sun could burn his feet.

Bedrich followed two of his witches into the small cell. Matt dropped his eyes, knowing he would give away his anger at the elder if he looked at him.

"Mathew. Where is Alexander?" He asked making Matt flinch. It had been so quiet.

"Bedrich, he isnt my sire anymore. Im part of Trainer's coven. Alexander doesn’t know I’m here and I don’t know where he is!” Mathew started to tremble in the chains. 

“You think my witches didnt feel the spell you cast?” Bedrich said.

“Bedrich, please, I-...”

Bedrich grabbed Matt by the throat and stood him up.

“Stop saying my name like we are friends.” Bedrich hissed into Matt’s face.

“We are friends! We are friends, Bedrich. You’re my closest friend.” The chains dragged and rattled as he cupped Bedrich’s cheeks, “I was your right hand man, I did anything for you. Everything for you.” Matt pressed his forehead to Bedrich’s,” Remember us? Me and you, the things we did, the things I did for you. Please stop this. I wasn’t even your venom line and I loved you like a sire.”

“You ran. You ran to that traitor.” Bedrich hissed and turned his head away.

“I was compelled. Your sister, not Regina. She compelled me to.” Matt tried to pull Bedrich back to face him but Bedrich backhanded him to the floor. At vampire speed Matt stood back up, face to face, bowed up at Bedrich. His composure wavered and he teared up, starting to tremble.

“Why would she do such a thing? You’re lying to get out of desertion charges.” Bedrich waved his hand dismissively.

“She became jealous of us.” Bedrich started to pace, “I tried to love all three of you equally, since you are one.... I just couldn’t, and she could tell. Youve done this to her as Regina has done it her fair share. you three don’t do it to hurt you three but to preserve the three. She couldn’t stand that I wanted you more than i wanted her and Regina. She thought it would cause a rift, so she sent me away. I loved it there with you. Sure, I’m arrogant and reckless and I do what I want until I get what I want, but shit..... all I wanted was your approval.” Matt tried to grab him as he went past, flinching and backing up as Bedrich moved just right and the sun hit Matt’s face. 

Bedrich pulled the window shut and ran back to Matt, grabbing him by the face. He glanced away from Mathew as his sister came into the small dungeon,” Any luck, brother?”

“None yet. He’s not sire to Alexander any longer.... or so he says.” Bedrich grinned slowly and stared into his eyes, compelling him, “Tell the truth.”

“I had been so alone for so many years. Never able to properly bond to a coven. Never accepted. Always an outcast. Hundreds of years I just stumbled around. Loving others but never able to connect or be connected with... until you. You liked how true I was to my nature. How much I loved being what we are. You took me in and treated me like a son. Gave me something I always wanted. I craved your affection and I craved your approval. I did anything I could for it. Everything for it. Your sister compelled me to run as far as I could, in fear of her, of you, for what I did.” Matt felt tears running down his face.

“What did you do?” Bedrich asked.

“I ran....like she told me, and desertion.... is a death sentence. She told me I needed to run for my life to my real sire. I did. I led you right to him. If I could have been sired to you I would have given anything. If I can be sired to you i will give anything. I miss you. You were the most important thing on my life for half of my life.” The sister opened the window to the daylight, the sun instantly burning Mathew’s skin as he stumbled back from it, screaming and writhing, unable to cover himself.

“Brother, you would let this street rat drag my name and cause dissent?” The sister commanded the witches to amplify the sunlight. A quick spell and it was as if Matt was under a microscope, screaming in sheer agony. 

“If you hate one... you hate all three.” Bedrich whispered. The sister had a triumpant smile, but it faded when Bedrich held his cloak out to shield Matt from the sun.

“Brother?” She whispered.

“Sister, this one is mine. Be on your way. He will be whipped for his words against you.” He closed the window and knelt to Matt, biting his own wrist and offering it to Matthew. 

“Thank you.... thank you....” Matt opened his mouth and Bedrich let the blood flow into his mouth. When Matt’s fangs extended, Bedrich tsked at him so Matt didn’t bite, as much as his instincts told him to. Matt hadn’t fed in days and had been burned so badly, but he only drank what was given to him. His burns weren’t too horrible anymore. 

“Do you really mean that? you would forsake Alexander for me?” He whispered.

“I love Alexander, but I would.” As he finished Bedrich stood him up and changed the chains, spinning him so he was standing with his face to the wall, the chains holding his arms up above his head.

“Take a deep breath.” The witches handed Bedrich the whip and he stepped back and started to lash at Matt’s back hard as he screamed for help and in sheer agony, his legs giving out to the pain, “Never speak against one of the three.”

[dopaminem3harder]

Watching confessions of a murderer on netflix. The episode that comes on is about a girl who was cornered and escaped being sexual assaulted by shooting the man who came after her. She unfortunately was coaxed into pleading guilty and serving a sentence for 2nd murder. 25yrs to life!

This episode came on and joey is next to me. I asked her to play on her tablet due to the language given. I noticed she didnt pick her tablet and kept listening... Kept watching. At this point I said "okay. We are doing this."

I looked at my joey bean and made her look into my eyes and told her -

"There are going to be people you meet in your life, joey, that are going to ask you or even TELL you to do things that you dont want to do nor do you feel comfortable doing. When this happens baby, you kick, scream, fight, scream, kick and fight some more. No matter what baby, mommy will stay by your side. So will charlie and so will daddy. When you get older.. When you have a car, a cell phone and are with friends or even end up with strangers! You wanna come home, you call mommy. You call me, charlie or daddy. Anyone baby! And we will be there. I wish I could tell you everyone in this world is going to be your friend and no one is going to be mean. But there are bad people out there. Bad people who will do bad things and some of those bad people might try to get you to do bad things or even do bad things to you. But baby, you are a good person. And I trust that you'll know they're doing bad. And whatever happens. Whatever they do. Whatever you do. Whoever you call, to get away. Whatever you do to save yourself. Everyone who loves you will still love you no matter what. I promise you that Joey. You will always be loved."

And that ladies and gentlemen.. Is a conversation as a parent that you have with your six year old daughter in 2020.

For me, sexual assault started at a young age. There was a boy in my grade. He sat next to me in all of my classes. His last name started with R just like mine did. So we were always around each other. In line, during lunch, computer class, home room, even gym.

He started in lunch. 3rd grade. I remembered cause my feet didnt even touch the floor. They dangled from the chair. We both had packed lunch. My mom made me a turkey sandwich. Packed lunch and hot lunch where separated from each other.

Next thing I know I am eating my sandwich and his hands are up my skirt in my panties. He didn't know what he was feeling for. But he kept his hand there. Going back and forth with his fingers. I remember I was swing my legs back and forth faster then he his fingers where moving.. I said nothing. I didnt grab his hand. I didnt stop him. I vividly remember continuing to eat my sandwich. I remember exactly where we sat. Second to past table that faced the gym doors in the lunch room. No one noticed. No one came by. Why would they? I didnt give anyone a signal. I didnt cry. I didnt flinch. I sat there as if nothing was happening. Focusing on my legs swinging, swaying them harder and harder hoping he would stop.

Second time he did this was in computer class. This time I grabbed his wrist. I tried to lightly pull him out of my panties. Away from me. Thinking "not again. Please don't." But I didnt pull hard enough. I was scared and confused. After a few seconds I gave up on trying to stop him...

He kept his fingers inside of me for the whole 45min computer class. When the bell rang I asked to use the restroom. I locked myself in a stall and cried. I didnt make a noise but tears ran down my face.

Too many times more to continue on, and I want to stop before I get too worked up.

But holy fuck do I pray for my daughters.

[starpiper3]

A Fresh Start?

Chapter 1: Lost and Found

Chapter 2: Last Few Words

Chapter 3: Keeping Secrets

Chapter 4: A Fresh Start?

“She’s been in there for quite a while now,” Tracer butted in as she leaned up against the wall. The small group of friends waited by the door, hoping that their beloved guardian angel was ok in there. Not a sound had been made since she entered the room, and it worried them.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, the door knob clicked, followed by the squealing from the hinges.

“Mercy my doll you're ok!” Tracer exclaimed as she blinked up and hugged her friend with care. Mercy gave a small smile and hugged her back. She didn’t expect a crowd to be at the door when she exited, so it took her a moment to process the people that stood before her. Tracer was a given along with Winston, Zarya, Pharah and D.va.

“How long have all of you guys been waiting?” She questioned.

“A good 25 minuets, we were all worried. We haven't seen you act like that for a while, so we all figured that we should stay near incase any relapses happen, you know?” Winston grunted.

“Oh, that’s very kind of you all, thank you. But I am just fine now. Everything has been taken care of.” She smiled. The entire group cocked their heads to one side as if Mercy had an extra arm or leg. How could she have gone from a complete wreck to being totally ok? They knew something fishy was going on, but no one said a word, “and, while I was in there, this big guy said that he’d like to join us.”

Everyone stiffened.

“Mercy, are you feeling alright?” Pharah asked.

“And why wouldn't I be?” She said as her professional personality came into play.

“Well, it’s just-”

“Just what.” She snapped clearly irritated.

The man next to her cleared her throat. Everyone’s eyes darted to his standing figure.

“If I may,” he spoke. They looked at one another with unsure faces.

“Go on,” Winston spoke.

“Mercy was just thanking me for taking care of her and bringing her to the base.  She was frantic with questions about how I got her here, and now that she’s got her answers, I think she’s a little bit better-”

“Enough of your yapping, let the woman speak for herself,” Zarya said with her heavy Russian accent, “Mercy, if you would tell us the truth.”

“He did tell the truth,” the room went silent. Mercy clapped her hands together and looked at the crowd with alertness, “so, shall we talk about uh... uhhhh....” She looked at the man next to her and frantic eyes searched his tactical visor. He cleared his voice before speaking.

“Soldier, Soldier 76.”

“Soldier 76?” Tracer said with a hint of disgust in her voice, “what kind of name is that?”

“Now now Tracer, lets not get too cocky here,” Winston huffed, “this man did save our friend and has caused no one harm here-”

“But he’s been stealing from the Swiss head quarters,” Pharah complained, “how do we know for sure that he’s not with Talon?”

Soldier stiffened and clenched his fists. All eyes were on him now. In a low deep voice, he spoke, “Talon, took everything I knew and loved away from me. Joining the recall of Overwatch would give me the opportunity to give them a taste of their own medicine.” He growled, “the left over supplies at the fallen HQ is my only source of weaponry to attack and defend myself from Talon troops.” The room was silent and no one spoke. All faces grew long and eyes casted down to the ground.

“What did they take from you?” Tracer asked quietly. The silence was deafening.

“My title, my status, my life, and most importantly, the woman I loved the most.”

Mercy looked up at him with sad eyes herself. She had never once thought that this is how he had been feeling throughout the years. 

“I-I’m sorry to hear that... Soldier. A-and I’m sorry I was so harsh.”

“No need to apologize Tracer.”

“How-”

“Winston said it a couple minuets ago,” Soldier said making up a lie on the spot.

“Oh,” she looked down at the ground.

“I think that settles it then,” Winston spoke up, “When will you be able to start-”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Zarya stepped in, “we’re just gonna let him in? We have no idea of his background or his heath. Is he even suitable to join? He looks like he would never be able to keep up with anything that we do.” She claimed.

“Zarya, I hear your concerns, but seeing as he did just bring us back our top medic and had no harm to her as they were talking in the holding room, we should at least give him a chance.”

Zarya huffed and crossed her arms before turning away from the group.

“I’m terribly sorry Soldier, did you say when you’d be able to start?”

“Whenever you allow me to sir.”

“Good,” he said pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’m sure that you’d rather have Mercy show you to your new room, since you two seem comfortable with each other.”

“Gladly!” She chirped, “I’ll see all of you in a few for dinner time.” she said before rounding the corner, heading away from the group.

As soon as they were out of hearing range, Mercy let out a breath.

“Do you think I pulled it off?”

“I think you did wonderful Angel.”

She blushed and tried to cover a smile. His hand snaked around her waist as they walked down the long corridors to his new room.

“It’s so nice to have you back Jack. We finally have our commander back! You can lead the groups like you once did and-”

He stopped her in the middle of the hallway. She looked at him slightly confused and her head was cocked to the side slightly.

“Angel...” his voice was weak, “I can’t go back to living that life style. Not again, not ever. Me being picked over Reyes was only the beginning of the fall of Overwatch. Knowing that I could be the fall the second time, I don’t know if I could ever forgive myself.”

“Oh,” she said as she pretended to admire the tiles on the floor.

“But hey,” he gently turned her to face him and tilted her chin up so her eyes met his, “it’ll all work out. I may not be Commander Morrison anymore or the Poster Boy of Overwatch, but I know one things for sure, I am still all yours love. And we will make this work, also this time? I’m not going anywhere without you. I’ll always be by your side through thick and thin. I’m back Angel.”

Tears threatened to spill over and the joy of having his one and only love back strained her heart more than anything else. She couldn't have been any happier than to have him back. She let out a chocked chuckle as they began walking down the corridor again. When they finally reached his room, they departed, but not before Angela reminded him about dinner. He gave a chuckle before reminding her to come and get her for dinner. After that, they went their separate ways, but this time, it wouldn't be forever.

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Dinner was a story itself. Everyone was quiet and no one made anymore noise than needed. Forks hardly scrapped the plates and chewing was to a bare minimum for everyone. No one dared to move a muscle and the fact that Soldier 76 didn't dare to remove his mask in front of the crowd that was gathered before him, only raised more suspicion.

“So, um, Soldier,” Winston dared to speak. The only response he seemed to get was the turn of a head. He cleared his throat and tried again as eyes darted between the two, “you uh, not a fan of steak and broccoli?” He joked trying to lighten the situation.

Soldier cleared his throat and shifted around in his seat before answering.

“No no, I uh, I’m just not used to eating in front of groups. It’s rather uncomfortable for me.” The sound of jaws coming to a stop silenced the air. Soldier’s face began to heat up under his mask while a thin layer of sweat covered the base of his head. Everyone seemed to notice the change in his composure, even Mercy.

Seconds after the awkward exchange between the group, Soldier  excused himself to go to the bathroom, which wasn't a problem with Mercy at all. What bothered her was that he wasn’t gone for as long as he should’ve been. What should have taken him 10 minuets at the most, took him around 5 minuets. It concerned her more than anything, but seeing as he was ok when he got back (after everyone was finished eating), it didn't bother her much. A not even minuets after he returned, he claimed that he was not feeling well, that it must've been something he ate, and asked if she could walk him back. She gladly agreed to it, only the looks on the faces around the table said other wise. Mostly suspicious, and others concerned. But once they left the room, what they did, was no longer their decision. As they approached his quarters, Angela realized it was time to say goodnight.

“Well, sleep well Jack.” She said as his door swung open. He sighed and dragged his hand down his visor.

“Mercy, please, it’s Soldier now. You could blow my cover like that.” Mercy flinched back. Mere hours ago, it was ok for her to call him Jack when no one was around, but now? It seemed like it was a sin for her to even think of the name.

“Right right, sorry.” They stood there in an awkward silence. As much as Jack didn't want to bring up the topic, he had to.

“Mercy....” He trailed off, seeing as she had caught on to what he was about to say, “I can’t go back to being strike commander and you know it. I don't even know what half of the group would do if they were to find out who I really was. I already made my mistake with you and the last thing I need to do is make it with the rest of the group.”

She was quiet. Hadn’t he already warned her about that? It seemed odd for him to tell her again, seeing as he never really repeats himself. Only she guessed that this seemed to be really important to him.

“You know I love you very much, but I think it’s time we forget about each other and move on.” She was on the verge of tears as he spoke. Why was he being so harsh to her? Wouldn't he want to be back with her after all of these years of being gone? It didn’t make sense to her. They had been talking about this topic hours ago, and now he changes his mind? She had so many questions, yet, she didnt want to end this in a fight once more. Her shoulders shook as tears streamed down her face.

“So, for now, until things get sorted out,” Solider held out his hand, “my name is Soldier76.”

It took Mercy a second to reach out and shake his hand, but she eventually mustered up enough strength to do so.

“I’m Merc-” She felt her body move in and a sharp pain was present in her abdomen. Her breathing became shortened and her body started to sweat. She slowly looked up only to see Reaper’s face instead of Soldier’s.

As he laughed, his body heaved up and down.

“That was too easy,” he said before she passed out.

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Sorry this one is so short, I had writers block for quite a while and I just didn't know what to do, anyways. I know it’s not my best, but enjoy!

Here’s a music video that I think goes really well with this chapter

I’m open to any comments, messages or suggestions :)

 ~Starpiper3

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Chapter 5: Saving Faith

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

Paul "Jesus" Rovia Imagine ~ A New Beginning

After the readers group was murdered by the saviors she meets Jesus who takes her to Hilltop. While he wants her to stay, Gregory is everything else than pleased with her connections to the saviors…

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Slowly, your gun in your hand, you entered the small abandoned supermarket where you hoped to find some supplies. You had been walking for some time, living from the small amount of food and water you had left, as you had seen the little building on the side of the street. It seemed like there wasnt any walker inside, so you slowly entered it, carefully working yourself from shelf to shelf looking for everything you could somehow use. As you were going through a shelf with were some canned foods were left you heard a door squeak slightly. Immediately you ducked down trying to hear if you heard a walker groan and the sound of their shuffling feet the or steady human steps. If you had to be honest, a walker groan would be the less terrifying option. Humans were just as dangerous as they were, maybe even more and you had to learn that especially through a painful experience just a few weeks ago… It had been night. Your group was still walking through the forest as you heard whistle noises coming from every corner around you that let a shiver run down your back. If you had already known at this moment that these whistles would end up to be the death sentence to your group, maybe it would’ve turned out different. Maybe. But it didnt. As your group tried to defend themselves against the cruelty and the claims of the man who called himself Simon, they made a short shrift with them. For nights you couldnt get rid of their screams in our head that had escaped their mouthes while they slaughtered them merciless. You were attacked yourself by one of them but you could somehow dug your knife into his body before he could do the same thing with you. You had no idea how you did that, all you remembered was that you got up, saw how they stabbed into your friends bodies while you had to realize that you couldn’t do anything for them. And from that moment on all on you did was run, run  for your life, longer and faster than you had ever run before until you couldnt feel your legs anymore and collapsed by a small lake. Different than you were hoping you heard slow and steady human steps as you thightend your grip around your gun while you finally saw how a man walked slowly through the aisles between the shelves. He fortunately wasn’t one of the men who had attacked you, but anyway, he could still be like them or maybe even worse. Who knew. He would find you if he would continue walking into that direction and you knew you had to come first if you wanted to have a chance. You slowly moved into another aisle until you stood there, the man with his back turned to you as you raised your gun. “Slowly turn around with your hands raised above your head", you said pointing the gun at him as he slowly turned around his hands in the air. “Easy. There are enough dead out there why produce more”, he said looking at you. He had shoulder long hair and was wearing a beanie and some cloth he covered his mouth with for whatever reason. “What’s your Name?”, you asked still pointing the gun at him. “Paul Rovia, but my friends used to call me “Jesus””, he said pulling down the cloth he hid a beard and a grin under. “Keep your hands up!”, you growled still pointing the gun at him. “Alright. Would you tell me your name too?”, he asked raising his hands again. “(Y/N)“, you muttered. “Do you have a group?”, he asked while his eyes didnt leave yours. “Not anymore”, you growled while you surveyed him. He looked clean, the beard groomed, the clothes mostly neat. He seemed to not just have a group, he came for sure from a safe place. He wouldn’t look like that otherwise. ”But you seem to have one”, you said looking at him. ”Well, I don't”, he answered but you could tell from his glance that he was lying and that he knew that you saw that. ”Are you kidding? Who’s out here and has time to wash clothes”, you said while he began to chuckle. ”Alright,…you caught me”, he said, his hands still up. ”So where are you from”, you asked again while he hesitated for a short moment. ”From a Safe Zone not far from here. Its called Hilltop”, Jesus said while it seemed like he was thinking about something. ”I could take you there”, he finally said. “Why should I come with you?”, you asked chuckling bewildered as you kept your gun up. “Well…you know, I think we’re stronger together in this world and to be honest your arm could need some medical treatment”, he said nodding to your lower arm. You looked shortly down to it where you saw a in cloted blood soaked bandage that was wrapped around the wound on your underarm the savior had given to you. “It will heal itself”, you muttered swallowing. “Really? Doesn’t look like that. We have a doctor, he could help you”, he said before he raised his voice again. ”Besides that, what do you have left to lose?”, he asked grinning at you while you hesitated for a while before you came to a decision.  “Alright, take me to this place”, you said lowering your gun. You sat down in the car next to him, your hand still on your gun. God what where you doing there? You still couldn’t decide if your decision had been right or wrong but he had hit something with his argument. You really had nothing to lose anymore. Your friends, your family, they were all dead. You were alone and you finally wanted to feel somehow safe again. And maybe this place could give you that. “How long have you been alone?”, Jesus asked as he started the motor. “Two, maybe three weeks”, you muttered, but before he could ask anything more he raised his voice again. “And when do you got that wound?”, he asked further looking at the street. “Since the night they got murdered”, you said as you felt your voice becoming lower as you felt the pain inside you. The pictures of that night showed up before your eyes again, the man who tried to murder you, the in blood covered bodies of your friends that laid either lifeless or still flinching on the ground while the men still hovered above them stabbing into their bodies. You had seen a lot cruelty but it had never been so close as in that night. You saw how Paul looked shortly over to you. “I’m sorry for that”, he said swallowing before he paused for a while. “Did they call themselves “Saviors”?“, he suddenly added as you slightly gasped. "Yeah”, you muttered looking surprised at him and waiting for him to go on. “We, our community, we have a problem with them too. They’re terrorizing us for some time now”, he said swallowing while you drove past a rotting walker. As brutal as it sounded, you hoped that they had at least stabbed them afterwards in their head so that they wouldn’t have to become one of these beasts. They wouldn’t have wanted that. You felt how a shiver run down your back, your stomach cramped and your heart began to beat faster with every second you thought more about that night. Sometimes you still couldnt believe that they were dead and thought they would come back to you telling you it had just been a nightmare even when you exactly knew that that wasnt the case. You looked out of the window as you drove out of the forest while you saw a big building surrounded by a high wooden fence. “There it is. Hilltop”, he said smiling at you as he drove closer to it until he stopped shortly before the gate. “Wait here. I’m gonna be back soon”, he said smiling as he opened the door and walked closer towards he gate. “Who do you got with you there?”, you heard a voice call down from the top of the fence. “Found her on my run-”, Jesus said back but couldn’t finish his sentence. “You know what Gregory said about new people, didn’t you?”, the male voice said scoffing. “I did. Now please open the gate”, Jesus said slightly annoyed while you heard the man scoffing again. “Alright but don’t say I didn’t warn you”, you heard the male voice say as the gate opened slowly. You swallowed as you saw Jesus going back to the car. That what you heard him say didn’t sound good and you weren’t into more stress than you had for the last time. “You sure that taking me here was a good idea?”, you asked as Jesus sat down next to you and drove onto the compound. “We’ll see soon”, he said forcing a smile on his lips before he stopped the car. You walked out of it looking at the impressive building and it’s surrounding. You slowly walked into it while you couldnt remember when the last time had been that you had seen a building that impressing. Jesus told you that he’d get the leader of this place while you stood in the meantime there looking at all the luxury this mansion offered until you heard a male voice. You looked into its direction and saw how a man with grey hair anda grin on his lips came towards you.

”Hello Dear, I am the boss here”, he said smirking spreading his arms. ”My name is Gregory”, the man added shaking your hand. ”And my name i-”, you said but couldnt finish your sentence because he cut you off. ”Jesus, first, let her clean herself up”, Gregory muttered glancing up and down on you. ”She can do that later on…I want you to let her stay here”, Jesus said to him while Gregory didnt seem like he was interested in talking to him at all. "We can talk about that later, Jesus, but Honey, where do you got that injury from, you’re not bitten are you?”, he asked pointing at your arm but before you could answer Jesus raised his voice. “No, the saviors, they attacked her and her group. She’s the only survivor”, Jesus said while you saw Gregory’s glance changing within seconds. “She can’t stay”, it suddenly blustered out of him. “She needs help, and we need people who can defend this place”, Jesus said, his voice strained but calm. “Oh and she can help with that arm?”, Gregory asked provokative. “I survived with it out there so I guess that makes me quite qualified for that job”, you said looking at him, while you realized that you already couldnt stand him. “Listen honey, if the saviors find you here we all end up dead. We get along with them right now, Why should I risk that?”, he asked chuckling while you saw how Jesus shook his head bewildered. “Getting along? That’s what you call "getting along” Gregory?“, Jesus asked crossing his arms while Gregory just looked at him. "Yeah Jesus and to come back to my question, I can answer it for you. I am not going to risk that peace for her. If her group wasn’t able to deal with them…then that’s not my problem. But it’s my problem when they find her here”, he said while you felt anger coming up in you. You had to watch these man slaughter your group, your friends and he was talking about these monsters as peacefully. They were everything else than that. “We can hide her when they’re coming that’s no big deal”, Jesus said while Gregory sighed looking serious at him. “No big deal? Jesus you’re funny. Anyway, where should she even stay? We have no free trailers”, Gregory responded. “She can stay in my trailer”, said Jesus directly while Gregory just chuckled shaking his head slightly. “And even if she does that…Jesus don’t you get what I say? I don’t need another mouth to feed here”, Gregory said but before Jesus could respond you raised your voice. “As I said, I can help defending this place and I can go on runs with Jesus. Ive probably been longer out there than everyone here, I’ll be a bigger advantage than disadvantage to you”, you said looking determined at him. It wasnt even that you had the extreme urge to stay here when you weren’t welcome, of course you wanted safety and a community but the biggest motivation was right now to not let this man win against Jesus and yourself. "You’re are that Honey?”, he asked. “Yeah, my names (Y/N) by the way”, you said while your jaw was still clenched. “Okay, Okay. As for me…she can stay… but if she’s messing something up she’ll be faster on the other side of the fence than you believe…and now get her to the doctor”, Gregory said with an unwillig undertone before he turned around and walked over to his bar again. You looked out of the window as you suddenly saw how the gate opened and a truck drove into the safe zone. The people stood there like glued to the ground and before you could ask yourself why, you saw how a man jumped out of the car that was more familiar to you than you wished. Simon. You gapsed while Gregory rushed to the window just to turn around cursing. ”Get her in your trailer. Now”, he said while you saw how his hand tightened around his glass with scotch, his glance serious. Jesus grabbed your wrist and lead you out of the house through a back entrance while your heart pumped uncontrollably against your chest and your breath got faster and faster. Only a few moments later you found yourself in his trailer while he drew the curtains hasty before he turned around looking at you. ”Don’t worry I’m not gonna let them do something to you”, he said as he saw your shocked glance. You just nodded slowly trying to sort yourself. ”They shouldn’t come in here but if you hear them coming closer you can hide in the wardrobe”, he said pointing at the furniture while you nodded again. ”Thank you”, you responded while he made his way to the door. ”Anytime”, he said smiling before he rushed out of the trailer. You walked slowly into the back of the trailer and sat down on the bed while you tried to calm yourself down and distract yourself by looking around in the trailer. It had beige walls, shelfs leaning here and there against them. Next to the entrance stood a comfortable looking brown couch with an old armchair next to it and a small coffee table standing before it. Your glance wandered over to a wooden table that was surrounded by chairs  which stood close to one of the windows and even had a bowl with some apples on it. Next to the bed you were sitting on stood a nightstand with a lamp and another beanie laying on it and close to that another door that you assumed to lead to a small bathroom. You could only distract yourself for a short time with looking around, soon the thoughts that the people who had taken everything that had been left to you from you were so close again, let shivers run down your back and you began to tremble again. Their screams were back in your head and the tension in your body almost unbearable while you were always ready to run over to the wardrobe to hide in case you heard their voices coming closer. You sat there, on the bed, trembling, breathing heavily and constantly looking from the window, to the door, to the wardrobe. You couldnt remember for how long you sat there until you heard a familiar voice. ”(Y/N)? Its Jesus. They are gone”, you heard his voice say before the door opened slowly. ”Are you okay?”, he asked looking worried at you. ”Yeah, now that they’re gone I am…”, you said quietly while you felt how your heartbeat became more slow and you felt how you stopped trembling. ”Good,… you’re safe here. I’m gonna ensure that. I promise” part 2