#I can taste blood and feel like I've been stabbed in the chest I must be alive again

[tea-time-terrier]

The whole point of a walk

[recklesswriter]

I'm sorry for being so MIA on here, guys! I think I've said it before, but I have a bad habit of forgetting I have a tumblr until I go to update one of my stories 😅

Anyway, I'm happy to say that after 2 years of it going untouched, I'm finally feeling inspired to write the last chapter of With Friends Like These. I've written half the chapter in the past week, and I'm hoping to get it finished and posted within the next two 😁

Here's the first scene of the chapter given to you early, since it's been so terribly long:

Sasuke runs faster than he’s run in his entire life.

The soles of his shoes slap loudly against the stone floor, the sound bouncing and ricocheting off the walls of the narrow corridor. There’s a sharp, stabbing pain in his side, in the space between his ribs, but he ignores it and pushes forward despite the lack of oxygen he’s managing to pull through his lungs. Despite his pounding heart, a part of it still screaming at him to turn around and go back.

Back to where Kakashi is fighting—his extreme skill and experience rendered practically useless against the likes of Obito Uchiha. There’s no way Kakashi can hope to best him, not without Sasuke to back him up.

He's going to die.

Sasuke bites the inside of his mouth, hard enough to taste blood. He wishes, just for this moment, that he could go back to when he was seventeen—back to when he didn’t care about anyone except his brother. It would be easier, that way. It would hurt so much less.

Sasuke owes Kakashi so much—for everything he’s done for him. But Sasuke has always been selfish, and so once again, he chooses Itachi. He’s always chosen Itachi over everyone else, even when Itachi hasn’t chosen him.

I’m sorry, Sasuke thinks. And prays, by some miracle, that his sensei survives.

He forces the guilt away—shoves it somewhere deep down in his chest where it can no longer influence thoughts and decisions. Instead he focuses on the desperate pull in his chest that is somehow guiding him. The one that’s blaring his brother’s name at him like a siren—

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi—

Something has happened. Itachi is hurt somewhere, is dying, and Sasuke can’t explain how he knows this but right now he doesn’t care. All that matters is reaching him.

Sasuke refuses to lose him again. He can’t.

He skids sharply around the corner as he reaches the end of the hallway. He catches a flash of blonde hair and blue eyes widening, but he’s running too fast to stop himself in time—he collides with the person in front of him, a brutal smack followed by a surprised yelp, and both of them are knocked to the floor.

Sasuke catches himself on his elbows, wincing as the impact reverberates through his entire body. He blinks his vision clear.

Deidara is on the ground across from him, also blinking and grimacing in pain. “Ow! What the hell, man? Watch where you’re going!” He glances down at his arm, which got scraped up by the fall and is now bleeding sluggishly. He looks back up at Sasuke with a glare. “Look what you did!”

He shoves his bleeding elbow into Sasuke’s face. Sasuke shoves it away. “Where’s Itachi?” he demands.

The other Akatsuki member scowls at him. “'I’m so sorry, Deidara, for knocking you over. Are you alri—‘”

“Just tell me where he is! The two of you went off together to find Konan!”

“Yeah, and we split off from each other! Like I want to spend anymore time than necessary with that asshole! Seriously, what the hell—”

With a scowl, Sasuke pushes himself to his feet. He ignores the new soreness throughout his body. “Which direction did he go in?”

Deidara looks ready to snap at him again, but he looks at him and something on Sasuke’s face must give away the seriousness of the situation. The indignation flickers, replaced by uncertainty and concern.

“Why? What's happened?”

“I don’t know, but he’s hurt—badly, I think.”

Deidara pushes himself off the floor, wincing slightly and brushing off his black and red cloak. “How do you know?”

“I just do. Which direction?”

Deidara looks unhappy with that answer. Most likely he assumes Sasuke is lying and not wanting to explain, rather than the truth that he genuinely has no idea how he knows. He just does. But Deidara presses his lips into a thin line and nods.

“Alright. Come on, this way. We’ll find him.”

They turn around and begin going in the direction that Deidara just came from. They don’t run, like Sasuke was earlier, and Sasuke has to bite down on the desperation that makes him want to snap at the other man to hurry the fuck up. But they’re walking at a quick, urgent pace, Deidara’s longer legs causing his paces to be bigger than Sasuke’s. Sasuke is forced into something near to a jog.

“What happened to you?” Deidara asks.

Sasuke frowns. “What?”

“Your clothes—they’re ripped. They weren’t before, so it’s not from fighting with Sasori. Did you fight someone else?”

Observant of him. Sasuke clenches his jaw. “Obito knows.”

Deidara’s mouth drops open, panic in his eyes as he jerks to a halt. “What? Oh fuck—”

“Which is why we need to find my brother now! Okay? Because Obito knows he’s a traitor—he knows you are, too—”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. This is all your fault, Uchiha. You’ve dragged me into your shit—"

“Me? You’re the one that attacked Hidan!”

“You killed him!”

“Because of you—!”

Sasuke cuts himself off as they round the corner. His breath leaves him, a sharp, choked gasp sucked through his teeth. His feet come to an abrupt halt as the blood in his veins turns to ice.

Beside him, Deidara freezes as well. Eyes wide. “Shit. Is that…?”

Deidara’s eyes are locked in the center of the room, where a broken, misshapen shape is barely visible in the dark. It’s Kakuzu, his body so shredded and disfigured that he’s barely recognizable. A bloody heap of flesh, surrounded by scorch marks and discarded weapons that tell tale of a battle.

But Sasuke—

Sasuke looks right past the sight. His eyes are on another body, a bit further into the room and more to the left. His Sharingan swirls to life, allowing him to see clearer in the darkness. Dark hair—purple, bloody fingernails against the gray stone floor—

Itachi.

It takes a second for him to fly across the room, for him to fall to his knees by his brother’s side. Something thick and wet immediately soaks through the fabric of his pants—blood, from the deep wound that’s sliced through his brother’s chest. The metallic, coppery scent is heavy in the air.

“Nii-san,” Sasuke says. “Nii-san!”

Itachi’s face is deathly pale. He doesn’t respond to Sasuke’s voice. Sasuke’s hands shake, his heart hammering painfully against his ribs, as he pulls the ripped fabric of the Akatsuki cloak back to get a better look at where the blood is all coming from.

He remembers two fingers against his forehead. Dragging a line of wet blood down his face.

(Forgive me, Sasuke. But this is it.)

No. No, no, no, no.

He’s on his side. One of his arms stretched out, fingers smearing blood against the floor, like he was trying to drag himself forward. Sasuke shifts his brother’s body slightly, his head lolling against Sasuke’s folded knees. There’s blood on his lips, and it makes another spark of panic go off in Sasuke’s chest.

Deidara drops down next to him. “God. Is he dead? Who did this to him? Kakuzu?”

There’s actually a thread of something close to fear in the blonde’s voice. Curious, considering how many times he’s expressed a desire to kill Itachi himself. Deidara cares, despite how vehemently he denies it, and any other time Sasuke would never let it go without comment—but right now it barely registers.

His trembling fingers shove Itachi’s hair aside to press against his neck. He finds a pulse there—slightly too slow, but undeniable proof of life.

Sasuke releases a breath. “He’s alive. For now. Help me stop the bleeding.”

“With what?” Deidara demands. “I don’t carry a medical kit with me! Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

“Shut up,” Sasuke snaps. Deidara’s panic is only making his worse. The momentary relief that Itachi is alive is quick to fade, the previous fear returning as he takes stock of the situation—of Itachi’s injuries, probably too serious for them to treat even with the proper supplies.

Sasuke strips off his Akatsuki cloak. He balls it up and presses it to Itachi’s chest in a pathetic attempt to stem the blood flow. “Who here knows medical ninjutsu? Anyone?”

Deidara grimaces. “Sasori.”

“That’s all?”

“It’s not usually an issue! Konan knows a bit of battlefield surgery, I think—Leader-sama, too—but this might be too much even for that. And we still don’t know if Ane-san’s managed to get him on our side, so he might be trying to kill us too…”

Great, Sasuke thinks. The only person with the capability to possibly save Itachi’s life in time is the same person that Itachi kicked through one of Sasuke’s portals less than half an hour ago.

He takes a breath. Looking down at his brother and resisting the urge to flinch at the blood on his lips. Unless Itachi bit his tongue or sliced the inside of his mouth on his teeth, that blood meant internal bleeding. Likely a punctured lung.

He brushes the bangs from Itachi’s face. “It’s okay,” he says shakily. “You’re going to be okay. I won’t let you die again, I promise.”

He turns his head to look at Deidara.

“I’m going to retrieve Sasori. I need you to stay here with him while I do.”

Deidara’s mouth drops open. “Wh—Me? No way!”

“It’ll only take a few minutes. I’ll be right back.”

“But what if he dies?!”

“Then make sure he doesn’t!” Sasuke yells back. Leaving his brother is the last thing he wants to do—but unless Sasuke can get him help, there’ll be no saving him. All Sasuke will be able to do is sit here and hold his hand while his life slowly fades away.

No. Itachi will live this time. He has to.

Deidara grimaces. He looks down at Itachi’s bleeding body, then back to Sasuke. “Okay, okay, fine! Just—hurry the hell back, you brat!”

Sasuke slides out from under his brother. His bloodstained hands, holding the wadded-up cloak tightly against Itachi’s chest, are replaced by Deidara’s. He stands up, pushing his hair out of his face and the rings in his left eye whirling as the power activates.

A portal opens up in mid-air. Beyond, Sasuke can see miles upon miles of desert—the same plane of existence where he trapped Sasori. Taking one last glance at Itachi, sending up a prayer, he steps through the portal and leaves the two of them an entire dimension away.

His feet land in the sand. The portal closes behind him.

[jtrokujo]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂¿

paring: Mikaela Hyakuya x fem!Reader

(they’re 18+!!!)

word count: 4k

warning: this story contains sexual content

gerne: smut

summary: there are days when they get along well but there were also days when they hated each other like the plague and even though they love each other?

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The weather is neutral, but I wish it got better.

The sun is obscured by the gray clouds, but it's not windy or anything.

You could even go out with a top.

However, y / n decided to take a seat in the four walls with a number of different books and a tall pile of books right next to them.

As she gently leafed through the pages of the somewhat older book, she felt a stab.

Of course it didn't hurt since no one was attacking her, but it felt like someone was watching her.

Without presenting her feelings, she took some books and put the rest where she got them.

Immediately after leaving the library, she stopped in the middle of the path and said with an annoyed sigh, "Bathory, I know you're here."

He stands grinning in front of y / n, but could hardly show a disappointed face.

With his head tilted to one side, he looked at his prey and smiled at her immediately. "I prefer you to call me by my first name, dear."

“I do what I want and not what you want, Bathory. Besides, I have better things to do than waste my precious time being influenced by you. "

When they told the vampire, she continued on her way, or at least intended to.

As quickly as he came, he grabbed her arm just as quickly. "But y / n, why is it in such a hurry?" asked the vampire, amused, pressing more and more on hers with every second, so slowly you could hear her bones. Y / n had to react immediately!

Without thinking for a second, she dropped all of the books on the white floor and immediately grabbed her gun. "You should let go of me!" y / n's voice rang out down the hall and immediately shot the vampire in the arm.

His blood spurted around her.

Y / n got his blood on her face as well as on her clothes - it was the same with Bathory, also the wall and especially the floor got his blood.

"Disgusting." mumbled y / n and wiped the blood on her face, although she knew herself that it would be of no use.

"What's going on here?" Everyone but not him.

"Hello Mika!" said Ferid with delight and turned to get a better look at him.

"Have you lost your nerve again?" he asked me annoyed, but he only looked at me for a few seconds and immediately saw Ferid's blood spatter.

"What do you mean 'again'?"

Even if we've known each other for a long time, we both have to admit that one and the other have diverged. Sometimes it was his fault, sometimes it was me. There were of course moments when we got along really well, but in the end they weren't enough in my opinion.

"Since you've lived with us, at least one vampire must have got something from your weapon."

Said the blond-haired vampire while his eyes stared at me.

I'm not understating when I say that his eyes alone make me feel naked.

Mika only manages to control me through his eyes, even though I should be the one who should control every vampire or the various books I spend most of my time on just one more bad joke.

It was enough for vampires to exist and more than hundreds of people took their own lives just to be able to enjoy themselves. To this day I cannot forgive any of the vampires for what they did to me or those around me. I know myself that there are bad ones, but what is their goal?

Or do you have a goal?

"Y / n." I heard his voice.

Awakened from my trance, I see his eyes again. However, they do not have this previous aura, no, they are a little stricter this time. When I gave him a sign of his attention, the lecture immediately came, "You are old enough to know how to behave and with whom to behave. If you show this behavior to someone else, I'll let that person do it . " and do what they want, because I haven't had the nerve for someone like you for a long time. So finally know your limits before I use my weapon against you! "

Impressive. From sentence to sentence his voice grew louder and louder. Seriously, I never expected or even had the idea of ​​this side of Mika in my life, but here it is. Wonderful y / n, now you have managed to sink deeply with Mika, which is actually the very last thing I ever wanted to achieve in my life, but life has never been a paradise.

With a chuckle, Bathory put his arm and my shoulders and spoke to Mika.

"But, but Mika shouldn't be so strict with her. She's just a little girl again, not even now, is she?" "If I were that little girl, you would surely have two arms instead of one." After saying my sentence, I picked up the books that were still on the floor and didn't say goodbye to anyone, why should I?

Bathory is nothing more than an idiot who uses his satisfaction to see others suffer rather than provoke them too.

While Mika nudges both children like a father, although the other is to blame for everything.

When I got to my room, I put the books on my table and sat on my bed, thinking about the old days. However, I don't think of the days with loved ones that I lost, but of those that I spent with Mika before he gave me a “better life”.

I could leave it all behind at any time and either not start an old or a new life, but I love to have him in my heart for it.

Sighing at my thoughts, I give up and stood in front of my closet for the next minute.

While the lukewarm water felt the white bathtub, my clothes landed on the floor.

This life is more of a calling expected of others than a life of its own. A break does no harm to anyone.

I said to myself and after a few seconds I closed my eyes.

After my bath or a break from the real world, I'm just choosing which book to read.

As I was about to start the new book, someone knocked on my door.

Hesitantly, I said the door was open and waited for the person behind it to appear. Please leave it all but Bathory.

Sighing, I immediately put my hand on my left breast and saw him, Mika.

To be honest, I'm happy to see him, but I'm not, but I don't need an explanation. "Good evening." he said in his usual tone. Without making a big head out of it, I repeated it myself, but added if he needed anything from me.

Shivering, I answered my question in the negative and came up to me with slow steps.

The only thing I could do was do nothing. I stopped. When our faces are a few centimeters away, his arm came slowly towards my body, until he reached for something, when he had this in his hand, he came back with a few steps and immediately held a book in my face.

"I really recommend it, I have to say, you have pretty good taste when it comes to books. I've read it several times because these stories, the writing style, the plot and most of all the characters are up to me." uniquely well written down to the smallest detail. "

I looked at the vampire in amazement. "You read that too?" "Y / n, if I hadn't read it, I wouldn't have a clue either."

A little ashamed of my oh-so-intelligent question, I also looked at the floor.

The whole time there was nothing to be heard, neither a little intoxication, nor even breathing. But after a few seconds, Mika also broke the embarrassing silence by taking a few steps and holding out his arm to me. I don't understand it about myself. When Mika is around, I either act annoyed or neutral. However, countless butterflies gather in my stomach when I think of him alone!

"Y / n ... y / n?!" Mika looked up, gave me a neutral look and at the same time held a few strands of my hair and asked me if he should tie my hair up with a towel. I gently took the wet strands of hair from his hand and began to giggle at my discomfort and nervousness. The thought of me being weird was always out of the question.

"I think I'll blow dry my hair. I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow."

"I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow." repeated Mika before she disappeared from my room.

Locked in the room and caught in his deepest thoughts, he stared over the ceiling.

The reviews of that day haunted him to this day when he also dreamed them.

Sleeping now wouldn't be for him, even though it is shortly before 2 o'clock.

But what can you do about it?

The vampire rose from the bed, stretched out, and decided to go for a walk immediately.

As he walked through the empty corridors, he always hoped not to meet anyone.

Whatever stays that way.

Bored and hands in his pockets, the floor caught his attention. It didn't take long, however, because he was amazed to get up when he saw the light coming from someone's room.

He was more than sure whose room, or rather chamber, it was.

It was Y / n's.

He stopped in front of it, thinking, held out his hand and wanted to knock on the door. At the same time he quickly put his hand in his pocket. This scenario takes about 3 minutes. But it wasn't the vampire's nervousness that was unusual, no, why should he be at y / n's door? This is funny.

Doesn't he often seem annoyed or stern in your presence?

Well, he doesn't even know what's going on in his head.

After an eternity, the vampire finally knocked on the human's door and immediately heard "Come in" from the other side.

Without telling himself twice, he opened the door and saw her. He saw her spread out on the large bed with several notes and books.

Stressed out. You can't see it from the outside, but even Mika can confess that he thinks it is strange to see y / n at this time.

"Do you need something?" she asked him and fixed him with her gaze.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping long ago?" he asked and at the same time crossed his arms over his chest.

"Mika, I could ask you that too, don't you think?" sigh y / n and slowly start piling up her notes and books together.

When Mika offered her help, she politely declined and slowly and carefully put the things on her desk.

"If you have nothing special to do, you can always keep me company, you know?"

Yes, even if there is an argument between the two, they still get along well. However, they don't seem to be as close as they used to be. Without saying anything, Mika accepted the offer and sat next to y / n.

Was that really wise?

The smell of y / n gets over his head, but he's not as easy to lose control as other vampires.

Breathing hard, Mika rubbed her eyes and hoped that this unbearable smell would go away any moment.

Easier said than done.

If only I had drunk blood in the last few days. The vampire cursed.

Y / n noticed his unusual behavior and tried to communicate with him, but to no avail. She called his name several times, tapped him on the shoulder, and shook him a little. He seems trapped in his own world. For the first time she seemed to see someone so trapped in his own world. When will he regain his senses?

Annoyed, she hit his skull with her fist, which led to a groan of pain from Mika's mouth. "What does this mean?!"

“If you are tired, please go to your room and sleep there.

Both rolled their eyes in annoyance.

"You have nothing to say to me, human."

"Oh really? What are you going to do about it, vampire?" It wasn't a mistake by y / n, but rather Mika's mistake. If he hadn't called her a human, she wouldn't have called him a vampire. Nobody except Mika knows right now how much he hates vampires and yet he is one himself, but you have to remember that he never wanted to be one. Not everyone is lucky in life.

As I said, even if it was his own fault that she reminded him, he completely lost his nerve. Slowly she approached y / n, she already felt the dark aura coming towards her. However, y / n did not want to show the fear that is in her and slowly rising above her head. She will regret it. "Repeat when you have the pity." "What is the problem? You called me human and I called you a vampire, but you know what makes me be silly, get out of here, vampire. ”Without further ulterior motives, Mika grabbed her wrist and squeezed the bones with her hand listened from print to print. When she wanted to reach for her gun, which is under her top, Mika was a second faster and threw it directly to the end of the room. When Mika immediately released his hand from Y / n's wrist, she saw an emotion in his eyes, sadness.

He was hurt, but shouldn't he care? What should a little person who plays with little guns do against a vampire, ask him about a game? However, he saw her more as a person, he saw her as someone he can love, with whom he can laugh, of course he had had these people before in his life, but they have long since disappeared. Oh how much he loves her.

If only she knew how many letters he wrote her, but never gave them to her, but hid them in his room.

"I'm really stupid." Mika muttered trembling to herself. Y / n heard it and slowly walked up to him "Mika, that was very childish of me and, to be honest, I'm sorry." When she tried to touch his shoulder, he knocked her away and looked into her eyes, it was their fault.

“I don't want your decisions! I never wanted to be a vampire! If you don't know anything about me, please be quiet and think twice before you open your door! ”The whole room went quiet, pretty quiet. It was rather uncomfortably quiet for y / n, but she preferred to keep her mouth shut because it looked like Mika was looking for the right words. "Why do I love you? Tell me Y / N, how can I love you when you hate me so much?" His voice was fragile and it was tormented to hear it that way. "Mika, I had never hated you before." Exhausted, Mika sat down on the floor and looked at the gun at the other end of the room. "Every time I see a gun like that, I hate myself even more." “Even if it sounds a bit clichéd, for example because of the current situation, I have to and want to admit that I love you Mika. You are in such pain and apparently you have torn old wounds. You didn't deserve that, nobody deserved that. ”Y / n sat like Mika on the floor and hugged him. Her warm body against his cold one. As if in slow motion, their faces stood a few inches apart until their lips met.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

With my hands on the back of his neck and my tongue seeking his, his fingertips dance from my thigh under my top.

Only he managed to make me shiver everywhere in a few seconds with the help of his touch. Not through his ice-cold skin, no, only through him. In keeping with the mood, the cold raindrops hit my window pane. "Waiting." he whispered to me.

Not a second later it was pitch black in my room. The butterflies in my stomach just like Mika don't know when to stop, but I love it, never let it stop! His lips kissed every inch of my skin and whispered to me how divine my body was. His hands slide up my top until it finally brushes over my head. The first item of clothing is already on the floor. My legs were around his waist so he could pick me up and lay me on my bed. When he did that, his lips were still on my skin.

As I lay down comfortably, I watched his clothes land piece by piece on the floor. His belly is built like that of a Greek god and although it is dark the moon shines on him. One could have immediately thought it was a godsend. The boxer shorts were the only items of clothing that remained. While I was about to take off my pants, Mika took my hands and indicated that he could do it himself. When my pants peeled off my skin, he looked at my legs in admiration and immediately threw my pants on the floor. Now stand half-naked in front of my bed. The red cheeks on his cheeks were clearly visible. "Are we really supposed to pull this off?" I asked Mika and looked him in the eye. His lips approached my ear and he breathed softly, "Y / n, the question is not, we should, but we can. A human and a vampire, is that a good chemistry?"

"Why don't we want to find out?" I whispered and kissed his shoulder in time. Now he looked at me again, but with clearly red cheeks you could have thought he had a fever, but I can't blame him, because even when his ice-cold body is on top of mine, my body manages to have a hot temperature.

As our tongues played with each other again, our hands explored each other's bodies. While one hand pinches my buttocks, the other is right on my bra clasp.

Moaning slightly, I also pinched his buttocks and felt my muscles tense. A low gasp left his delicate lips, which made me even weaker. My temperature rises more and more with each of his touches.

I can not stand it anymore!

He knows very well that he has the upper hand!

When my bra, like the rest of the clothes, landed on the floor, his ice-cold hands brushed my arms up to my hips and brushed the last piece of clothing across the floor.

I was breathing hard down in my zone.

His hands were on each thigh so I couldn't pinch my legs together. Apart from the horniness, I could hardly move my legs because of his strength, you can not say that he is so strong. The horniness in me is going like crazy! With every breath Mika takes against my area, the butterflies in my stomach fly crazier.

When his tongue brushed my cervix for less than a second, I let out a gasp. Immediately afterwards he pressed his tongue against it and danced with it at the same time. That I'm getting wetter is not only clear to me, but also to Mika, when he was his tongue in my entrance, she explored every single inch inside.

Overwhelmed by shame and lust, I pressed one hand against my mouth so as not to make a noise from you, and the other on his white-blonde hair.

Every time his tongue penetrated deeper and he spread my thighs wider and wider, it honestly hurt, but I don't care about that at the moment because as good as he makes me feel no one is going to do it and I want it too nobody does it because I just want them. Because I just want Mika.

When I thought it couldn't get better, I was wrong. When he started sucking, I was done. My lustful moans got louder every time I sucked, but I do my best that nobody but Mika can hear it. When he freed his tongue from the entrance again, he stuck his middle and ring finger in the next second and didn't give me a second to get used to it. The speed of his fingers is unique!

No matter how much I press my hand against my mouth, my moans stay louder.

Several times his name groaned, which only drove him to increase the speed. My orgasm is nourishing. When I groaned and said I was about to be there, he didn't stop but continued. His tongue dances on my cervix and his fingers successfully hit the G-spot every time, it's just breathtaking!

When my orgasm came, I screamed his name with relish and breathed heavily as I stared at the ceiling.

His beautiful face approached mine, but he devoted his lips to my ears and whispered, "A second round won't hurt you." Aren't my trembling legs enough for him? In the middle of the kiss, I slowly felt his member inside me, but my nails clawed behind his back in pain, we continued the kiss. Now it was Mika who groaned in the middle of the kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed my chest as his hips began to dance. Is it still normal for him to make me feel this way? Because on the one hand I can no longer, on the other hand I want more! Mika's one hand is on my thigh while the other is on my chest. The way he plays sensitive nipples is superb.

I don't know how he makes me feel so good, but I want him to never stop. "Mika, don't stop." I moaned in his ear and wrapped my legs around his waist. When he saw me, I didn't know how to feel. Because his eyes are blood red! He slowly approached my neck. That cold breath worried me even more. He didn't bite me, however, but instead scratched his designated spot with his fangs as the blood flowed from the wound, so it propelled him and made him much faster than before. The clap of our skin was just as loud as the satisfying moans from our mouths. "Y / n." he groaned my name and immediately turned me around. Now my back was visible to him. With both hands on our hips, our bodies clapped together. When I moaned his name one last time, the orgasm came, Mika pulled his member out of me and rubbed it with his hand until finally the white sperm speared out of his body.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

After Mika helped me cleanse my body, we are back in bed naked. "Do you think we can do it?" Mika asked out of nowhere. “I don't think so, I know, Mika. And I think you should too. "The vampire looked at me lovingly and finally kissed me on the lips and immediately afterwards whispered" Good night, y / n. " "Good night, Mika."

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Cold Eyes (Dark Rey x Reader) [Part 11]

Summary: After the last battle you share some tender moments with Rey.

Words: 2, 202

A/N: I've been working in a lot of things this past week and I almost forgot about this baby right here. I hope you enjoy it!!

Night had fallen when you returned to Mustafar, the night sky mixed with the dark ground of the planet making the always burning lava glow in a very dangerous way. The heat didn’t help much to make you feel any better, your body hurt after the last battle, the taste of your own blood was still on your mouth and your mind was filled with concern for those who lived in the planet that was now controlled by the First Order. And yet, there was a warm sensation in your chest every time your eyes found Rey.

She saved you. She came out of nowhere and killed her own soldiers to save you, and though your tried to remind yourself the horrible things she’ve done, you couldn’t help yourself to smile with her presence in the infirmary of the base.

“I’m fine.” you told her sitting on the metal stretcher. “Just some bruises, nothing I haven’t suffered before in a battle.” you told her, she was lost on her thoughts scanning you from head to toe. Rey hadn’t said a word from the battlefield, she was quieter than usual, thoughtful.

“Rey?” you murmured one more time, finally her eyes met yours for a moment.

“You’ll be fine in a couple weeks, nothing serious.” she said. She went serious again, this was not the monster you knew, there was something very different in her, she didn’t look as imposing as any other day. She looked a bit scared and little without her black cloak.

You kept staring at her with concerned for a time until you felt a tickle inside your head and Rey rushed to answer the question that was forming in your mind.

“I’m fine, Y/N” she said “Don’t worry about me.”

The room went quiet as you let her bandage your wrist carefully. Between the two of you, there was a long time since you stayed in the same room without fighting with sabers, and it made you a bit nervous. You didn’t knew if you should stay quiet or say something, but you were glad when Rey spoke again.

“This is like that day in D’Qar” she said smiling a little.

“This is nothing like D’Qar” you chuckled as the memories of that day came to your memory.

Back in the Resistance headquarters you and Rey were fixing the Falcon as usual, she was repairing some things on the top of the ship while you fixed the engines. You warned her several times the metal ladder was loose but she climbed it anyways, as stubborn as she was and fell.

“I think Chewie was more afraid than me.” she said nostalgically smiling.

“He saw you falling, don’t blame him. You sure gave us a good scare there, Rey.” you said feeling as if nothing had change, as if you were still on the Resistance chatting with her about the silliness of the day..

“Do you remember what happened next?” She looked at you.

“General Organa and half of the Resistance almost killed me for getting you hurt?” you told her with a smirk.

“No” she shook her head “I meant when you took care of my wounds,” her eyes went to the floor and then back at you “At the time it was the kindest thing anyone had done for me.” her words sounded so sincere, you’ve missed this tender side of her.

Sadly it didn’t last a much as you wanted. There was a man waiting in the doorframe who cleared his throat making sure he was notice.

“Supreme Leader” Hux said serious making Rey turn in his direction.

“General Hux. What is it?” she asked with the same serious tone.

“Your meeting is waiting. I must say, our allies are more than pleased with your leadership.” he said keeping his chin up.

“Fine.” she said. Rey gave you a last stare and a shy smile before turning around to leave the room.

Hux stayed for a moment glancing at you. He didn’t like you and you knew it, it was clear since the very first time he saw you. He didn’t trust you as well as you didn’t trust in him. Then he was finally gone.

******

You were running as fast as your weak legs allowed you. The rain hitting your skin felt like needles over you and made the sight much more difficult, you barely could see a few feet away from you, but you did see Rey running by your side. The Rey you knew, with her light clothes wet for the water pouring over her.

“Don’t stop, Y/N” she yelled encouraging you to keep running, her voice sounded tired, so tired but she kept moving.

With much effort you climbed a small but rocky hill and continued running, Rey constantly looking over her shoulder searching for who was chasing you, though you couldn’t exactly see anything.

Suddenly Rey paralyzed, as if something or rather someone was stopping her there.

“Y/N, run!” she screamed at you, unable to move.

It happened fast, like a thunder crossing the night sky, a red light crossed her body right across her chest. Her eyes opened in both surprise and pain. Then she fell lifeless on the ground revealing a shadow behind her.

The shadow stepped closer and you finally saw her face, it was Rey.

"Once a man told me something interesting" she said. "He said let the past die, kill it if you have to" she was closer with every word looking at you in a dangerous tone. "He was right"

She stayed in front of you for a moment, your body completely unable to respond, unable to think, just feeling the panic rushing through your body as the cold rain kept hitting your skin.

"The only thing that connects me with my past" she smirked "it's you, Y/N" swinging her lightsaber she stabbed you. Her wicked smile was the last thing you saw.

Pain rushed through your body as a scream left your throat when your eyes snapped open. You realized then you were safe in your bed.

Just another nightmare.

Taking a deep breath you propped yourself on the mattress, hoping the pain in your stomach would go away soon, after all this time you were nothing close to get used to this hard pain that came after those horrible nightmares.

All alone in the dark room, you tried your best to forget the images passing in your mind but you could still feeling the rain over you, the pain and see Rey’s body lying lifeless on the ground.

The hatch of your room opened, lighting your small bed. Panic filled your body once again as you contemplated the silhouette standing in the doorway.

“It’s me, Y/N.” Rey said trying to calm you down, though you weren’t sure if it worked or just scared you more. She must had seen your scared face across the room.

You stayed silent, afraid if you tried to talk the forming lump in your throat would grow bigger.

“I heard you scream.” she said “Nightmares again?” You looked at her for a moment before nodding in response, letting a sigh before answering.

“It’s nothing” you told her, carefully following her as she made her way closer to you, the door closed behind. When she was a few feets from you she rose her voice again.

“Was it…” she said with doubt in her voice. “Was it me again?”

“Yes” you muttered without meeting her eyes. There was a silence again until you looked up to her.

Rey looked so upset about your words, but still she offered a bit of help.

“You want to talk about it?” she asked and you denied it moving your head from side to side in a quick motion. The very last thing you wanted was to remember that nightmare, but maybe you could get some answers to some of the questions in your head.

“Can I ask you something?” you said and Rey’s eyes looked at you confused.

“Sure” she said.

“You looked concerned earlier. Why? is there something wrong?” you asked unsure if she would actually answer.

A deep sigh let her lips as her gaze seemed to get lost somewhere in the wall, she seemed tired, doubtful. Rey carefully sat down on the empty space of the bed next to you. A bit of tension formed in your body with her presence.

“I was thinking about the battle” she said “Those people… they didn’t had any weapon or training, they were nothing against my troops or my weapons, they knew it but still they fought.” she stopped herself for a moment analyzing her words. “Why? why didn’t they just surrender?”

She seemed truly confused, so fragile.

“They were simple people” she added. “There was not need to kill them if they just had given up.”

“But there’s no way they would’ve done that.” you finally spoke spoke and her gaze focused now on you.

“Why?”

“It was their home, Rey. It doesn’t matter if they knew how to fight or not, they would do anything to defend their home. I thought you knew it.” you told her.

Rey glanced at you, as if she was watching a bright light in the dark for the first time in a very long time.

“You’re still have the spirit of a rebel, Y/N” she said, you didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing but you gave her a shy smile.

“I guess some things never change.” you told her. You noticed she went quiet again. “That’s not the only thing you were thinking.” you said, well knowing this woman.

Her eyes travelled to her hands and she stared at them for a time before speaking again.

“It was necessary.” she murmured still looking at her hands as if they were stained, and maybe they were. You knew what she was talking about, the consequences of war were getting bigger with every passing day.

“How many people…?” you were about to ask for the number of victims she let behind but she cut you off.

“I don’t know. I was just lost in a trance while I got downtown, after I helped you.” she explained. “I felt cold inside me, so cold. Then I was burning and then…. nothing” she said and you saw the shadow of a tear fighting not to fall. “It was just emptiness, I don’t remember what I was doing. When I was conscious again there were bodies all around me. I killed them all and I don’t even remember doing it.” she murmured. “But it was necessary.”

“That was keeping you from sleep, huh?” you said and she finally looked at you.

“How did you know it? Are you reading my mind?” she asked.

“I don’t need to. I know you, Rey.” you told her winning a smile from her.

You stared at her for a moment, this felt like before, like the good times long gone. Her smile, the way she opened up with you. This was Rey, the authentic one, the one you knew and couldn’t help but fell for her. And yet there was a big difference, she seemed so changed and yet she was not the person who tried to kill you, actually she gave you an answer to a question you didn’t even asked or even thought.

This thing she said about the battlefield, you have seen this before and it would explain a lot of things. Back in the woods when you first saw her turned into this you looked into her eyes, they were empty and way too cold, as if she was feeling nothing.

Then that painful day she destroyed your home planet, her eyes burned with the colors of the dark side. They were controlling her, the voices in the old Sith temple, you had heard them too, always calling your name to join the dark side of the Force. Those voices, you were sure, made her do all that terrible things.

Why her? simple, she felt too much. Too much pain, anger. She was too driven by her emotions and she kept telling you to do the same.

Maybe as well as she felt pain she could feel too much love. You knew she did. And that was the light inside her. It gave you hope.

“We should sleep.” you told her fixing yourself on the pillow. She looked at you confused. “Yes, I said we. I know you won’t fall asleep on your own.” you told her. “Please, stay before I regret asking.” you said.

She obeyed you, slowly getting herself inside the bed next to you with the same doubt in her body as you. But once she was there with you were glad to have her, even allowed yourself to enjoy her closiness, it felt familiar, reminded you of those cold nights in the Falcon. You had missed her scent and her warmth.

“Thank you, Y/N.” she murmured. “For listening.”

“Anytime” you mumbled back already feeling yourself being pulled by the tiredness in your body, and soon you were completely asleep next to this powerful woman.

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Whumptober Day 26

Concussions

Ao3

Summary: Damian wakes up to find he's being buried alive. Of course, the first thing he does is call Dick.

For the lovely and talented @preciousthingsareprecious <3

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Damian wakes up to pounding. A pounding head. A pounding body. A pounding thudding of something heavy at an inconsistent rate above him.

He groans and tries to shift, but he doesn't get anywhere for a number of reasons. For one, his pounding head. For two… wherever he is, it is very cramped. 

He cracks open his eyes to pure darkness. With a groan, he moves his arm around the tight space around him to reach for his head. When his fingers touch the back of his skull, they come away wet. He winces. He rubs the tips of his fingers together and carefully begins to stretch his body to try and figure out… just what kind of situation he's landed himself in. One thing becomes crystal clear rather quickly, even with his massive headache. 

He's in some sort of box: a wooden box at that, laying on his side next to something lumpy. Above him, the pounding sounds which closely resemble the ricochet of marbles bouncing on tile becomes more and more muffled with every beat.

With a flash of panic, Damian remembers what’s led him to this situation. 

In a fit of adrenalin, he turns to his back and forces himself to ignore the body beside him, slamming his hands against the lid of the coffin as two murderers bury him alive. 

His brain spins with the action, and it's all he can do to press on the coffin lid with his bare hands and knees. There's not enough room to use his feet. 

The lid opens a little, and immediately dirt tries to enter the coffin; some of it lands in his face. He splutters, moves his face, then presses again. 

"LET ME OUT!" He shouts. 

The pounding of dirt slamming down on top of him stops for just a moment. Just a moment long enough for one of his abductors to swear. "He's still alive?!"

"Just keep going, he'll die soon whether he struggles or not-"

The pounding of shovels dropping dirt down on top of him continues, and Damian's forced to stop pressing on the lid as more and more dirt lands in the small space. 

It's already cramped enough in here, with the dead body wrapped in a moving tarp after all. 

Damian forces himself to keep a steady breath as his vision spins. His head really hurts, especially laying on his back like this. That one guy really got him good. Damian will be feeling that for a long time. 

A long time, that is, if he manages to get out of this alive.

He reaches into his pockets with one hand and uses the other to cradle his aching skull. With every passing second, the stress of being buried alive is just making the pain more and more intense. Thankfully though, his hands grasp onto his phone. It seems like these murderers really did think they killed him and just plopped him into the same coffin as their previous victim without even bothering to go through his pockets, civilian clothes and all. 

When he turns on his phone, he immediately winces and cringes away from the stabbing light. Squinting through involuntary tears, he reaches up and turns down the brightness… just to find it was already most of the way down. He rubs his eyes with one hand then uses mostly muscle memory to get to the phone app. He presses the number he's most recently talked to because everything is so blurry and he can't find it in himself to try and actually focus on the squiggling letters and numbers. He can't know for sure if the number he's calling isn't a spam number or not… and he wonders briefly if this is what Richard's dyslexia is like. 

He presses the phone to his ear and closes his eyes, trying to calm his breath and maybe calm the pounding in his skull in the process. The dial tone is so loud. He doesn't remember setting it this loud. 

Shockingly though, the phone picks up on the second ring, so he doesn't have to suffer it long. 

He just has to suffer a new kind of loudness when Richard's voice practically screeches through the speakers. 

"Damian?! Where the hell-"

Damian releases a small breath of relief as Richard continues to yell at him for… disappearing. That… that's right.. Damian was supposed to call the moment he got… somewhere...

The sound of dirt falling on top of him is gone. There's no voices. No shoves stabbing the earth. 

Just Richard's… oh yeah. Richard is yelling at him. 

"-amian anwer me-"

He sounds frantic. Damian bites his lip and then takes a deep breath, forcing himself to ignore the stabbing pressure still persistently digging into the back of his skull. 

"Richard," he says. Or slurs. Or something in-between. Either way, he doesn't sound as okay as he was hoping he would. Before Richard's shouting could rise an octave because of that, Damian continues. "I'm... in trouble. Please don't shout…"

And that does the trick. Richard immediately takes a calming breath on his end, and when he speaks his voice is firm, but gentle. 

It still aches in Damian's skull, but at least it's not as bad as before. 

"Dames, what's wrong? Where-"

"I don't know where… where I am… I'm…" Damian chokes down a grunt as the pain spikes. He clutches the phone so hard in his hands that his knuckle bones must surely be showing white. "C'n you track my phone?"

"We already are," Richard soothes, and Damian let's himself relax ever so slightly. "Can you give anything that can help us?" 

Damian almost shakes his head, but then that would make the pain worse. It would also be pointless because he's talking over the phone.

"No… I can't…"

"That's okay, you're doing great. What about the trouble? Are you safe?" 

"I'm..." and it suddenly crashes into Damian that he's just been buried alive. He's trapped multiple feet undergoing in a tight space next to a corpse with blood at the back of his head and the taste of dirt in his mouth. He almost wants to cry. He presses against the lid of the coffin and it doesn't budge. "I've…"

"Dames?"

Everything hurts so badly. He can barely whisper. "I'm in a coffin. They buried me alive."

Richard gasps. As does another voice, somewhere in the background. Damian realizes that Richard had said we. Damian might be on speakerphone right now. Who knows how many members of his family are listening in right now.

Listening in to Damian being weak. 

He takes a deep, pathetically shaking breath. "Richard?"

"I'm here, Dami," Richard replies immediately. "Jesus… I'm here. I just… how are you holding up- wait don't talk too much. You need to preserve your air and- just sit tight. We're zeroing in on your location as we speak..."

Damian closes his eyes and breathes in his nose and out his mouth. He thinks of all the training he's had, and how he does—in fact—know how to dig himself out of a grave. The only issue right now though is what's definitely a concussion attacking the back of his head and the body he's still pressed up against. It's a tight fit inside coffins even without added company. If he tries to dig himself out, there won't be anywhere he can shove the dirt, and he will surely suffocate. 

Drown in earth. 

Down here forever, like a seed that never grew. Stuck. Planted to die and be forgotten about. A shard of pain spikes in his chest.

"Richard-" he gasps without meaning to. It's so quiet, but so loud and painful all at the same time. 

"I'm here," Richard immediately replies. "We're narrowing down your phone signals, Tim and Cass are already heading towards-"

Damian bites his lip to stop himself from letting out what definitely feels like a coming sob.

"All you need to do is watch your breathing okay? We'll find you. Hey, why don't you try breathing with me? How-"

"No." Damian snaps before he can stop himself. Richard falls silent and Damian wants to scream. "Talk. Just... Just talk. I'm..."

Hurting? Aching? Suffering from a concussion? Slowly running out of air? Afraid?

"Please. Just talk."

"Okay. Okay, I can do that. No problem, Dami."

Damian can hear the strained, forced smile in his voice. 

But that's fine, because Richard immediately launches into one of his old stories about his lifelong friends, the original Teen Titans. Damian relaxes his hand pressing the phone against his ear and let's the speaker fall ever so slightly. His hand rests lightly against the corpse… he can feel the roundness of their shoulders and the bulge of a chest. But he forces himself to ignore it all in favor of just... listening to something that isn't cold, unforgiving death. 

However, just breathing and relaxing like this… it seems to do just as much harm as talking, but in a whole new way. 

He's tired. His head really hurts. He's horribly aware of how harder it is to breathe the more time passes. 

But mostly tired. So tired that he doesn't think he can open his eyes again even if he tried. He knows it's bad to fall asleep with a concussion… but right now it's just so tempting. He's sure if he fell asleep now, it will be dreamless. If he falls asleep now, then he'll wake up to the coffin being unburied and him being rescued.

He almost falls into temptation right then and there, but then he becomes aware of someone shouting his name.

"Hmm?" He asks, and Richard exhales sharply. 

"You need to stay up with me, Dames."

"I know…" Damian replies, but he doesn't bother to try and open his eyes. "M Just tired. Head hurts."

"Your head hurts?"

Damian nods, then immediately regrets it as the pain flairs. He gasps and tightens his grasp on the phone. Fighting back tears he tries to explain. "Got hit… shovel."

Richard curses. "I thought you were just going to a friends house… how did this happen?" 

It wasn't a friend's house. It was a classmate's, but it's pretty common for Richard to get excited whenever Damian spends time with children his own age, even if it's just for a English project. 

Damian was going to their house. They only lived a few blocks from the school. But then… something he can't quite recall had him walking towards one of the main roads nearby. There was a… bridge that went over some sort of abandoned parking garage. He went inside, saw… he saw someone… the woman! He saw the woman get killed, and before he could do anything about it the back of his head was smashed in hard enough for him to be barely conscious by the time he hit the ground. 

He wants to explain all of this to Richard. But it's all he can do to keep the phone pressed to his ear and force his eyes to open.

"M'sorry," he mumbles. Because it's the only thing he can work up the energy to say… especially with the air ever so slowly getting thicker and thicker, causing his head to throb with increasing intensity with every passing breath. He can feel the pulse of his heart in his temples. 

Will he die here? No… no he can't. Richard is looking for him and Timothy and Cassandra are searching the radius of his phone's signal. Surely, Barbara must be the one behind searching for his signal. Father must be as well. They're looking for Damian. He won't die here. 

He refuses to die here. 

”-ey, Damian!" 

Damian blinks, startling as Richard's almost panicked voice reaches his ears once again. "Wh-what?"

"Dames... I really need you to try and stay awake, okay? Listen to my voice."

There's a wobble in his tone. Damian’s put that there. 

He realizes he must have missed something said to him to cause Richard such panic. 

"We're so close to finding you, Dames. Just… just stay awake, okay?"

Damian doesn't have the energy to even accidentally nod. So instead, he hums, and listens as Richard slowly goes back into his Teen.Titams story, stopping and telling Damian to tap the phones mic every so often to prove he's still awake.

Damian does for as long as he can. He forces his eyes open, he shifts, he pinches his arms. He even imagines the voices of each character in Richard's stories. Yet, somehow, against his will, he keeps finding himself forcing his eyes open without even realizing that he's let them close in the first place. 

It's getting very difficult to breathe. So much so that through the haze of his muddled, barely able to focus mind, he notices that Richard pauses every time Damian accidentally lets out a traitorous gasp for air. 

It's beginning to smell badly down here too. It's not helping the headache or the slowly growing nausea. He doesn't know if it's the body besides him... or if it's his mind playing tricks on him. 

He's been trapped in coffins before. Yet none of them have actually been buried. 

Or well, the one time he was in a buried coffin he was actually dead. 

But, regardless of that, Damian can say that this is the most terrifying thing he's been through in a long time. Especially because he can feel his own consciousness fading. He can feel the strength in his fingers reducing. He can feel his chest beginning to rival the pain at the back of his head. 

How much longer before he's breathing in more carbon-monoxide than oxygen? How much longer until he's suffocating on his own recycled air?

His phone falls from his cheek and he stares blankly at the lid above him. For a second,.he imagines dying down here. He imagines being found too late. He imagines the grave being dug up to find two corpses. The lid being inspected to find not a single scratch from desperate fingernails. 

The children at his school told him about a famous ghost and how she died like this. Damian knows Bloody Mary is simply superstition and has no proof of reality, but in these dark, trapped moments he can definitely relate to her fear. Her panic. What she must have felt in her last moments. The anger and terror that kept her soul tethered to the earth. 

He can vaguely hear his name being shouted. But he can't breathe. His head hurts. His eyes really want to close. 

He gasps, and gasps, and doesn't bother to try and find his dropped phone as Richard's voice dips into a strange, disconnected kind of terror. If Timothy and Cassandra haven't arrived by now, then surely they must not be coming at all. 

"I'm- I'm sorry-" he wheezes.

He can see black spots in his vision, even in the darkness of the coffin. 

It soon becomes too hard to listen to Richard scream for him. Too difficult to keep his eyes open. Too taxing to keep his brain thinking. Too demanding to stay awake. 

He slips into unconsciousness, and the pain slips too. 

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He awakens to numbness, trapped in heavy blankets and tied down with wires and sensors. There's something very heavy tied around his face like a muzzle. For a horrifying second, that's what he thinks it is. Panicked, he attempts to grab at what's on his face, but his hands stay weighed down—in both weakness and… and something wrapping around his wrists.

His eyes creek open, and he finds himself squinting and wincing away even in what's clearly dim, soft lighting. He blinks a few tears from his face and looks down at where his hands should be.

Both of them are trapped in a bigger hand. A familiar hand. One Damian could trace the calluses of. 

Richard is beside his bed… a 

hospital bed, his head laying on the mattress near Damian's chest and his arm over Damian's stomach to hold both of his hands. Richard snores softly, and Damian realizes that he must be asleep. 

Instead of waking Richard up right away, he takes stock of his current situation. Besides what he's already found, he can say confidently now that what's on his face isn't a muzzle, but a mask, working hard to resupply his organs with the pure oxygen they need. 

Richard isn't the only person in the room as well… father is here. As well as Timothy. However, Timothy is curled up by the room's window, breathing deeply. Father sits besides him, his head leaning back and his mouth open in silent snores. 

It's so… calm. Dare Damian think domestic?

He wonders where Cassandra and Duke are. He even wonders if Jason… but he doesn't linger on it. 

Perhaps not all of them cared to see him continue to live. 

Which is fine. Damian's never expected them to like him. 

It's fine...

And… and he's crying. He desperately wants to stop crying right this second and take the pressure of the oxygen mask away from his face. But all he can do is twitch and jerk, try to shift in the impossible weight these blankets hold over him. 

Somehow though, in his struggling, he wakes Richard. Then, before he knows it, he's being tugged off from the too fluffy pillows of which he lays. His head spins from the movement, and he realizes there's tight bandages wrapped around the entirety of his skull. However, within a second he finds himself trapped in Richard's embrace. 

No… not trapped. Held. Protected. 

He clutches to Richard before he can even think to do anything else. He vaguely hears Timothy and father wake up and Timothy murmur something about letting the others know that Damian is now awake... saying something about a food court. 

They're all here. Father is here, standing off to the side with eyes so shockingly vulnerable that Damian knows he'll wonder if he’s really seen it later. The others are here, having waited for him to wake up. Richard is here, holding Damian so tightly that it causes a whole new tightness to his chest that's so much more comforting than when he couldn't breathe. 

Damian wads the back of Richard's shirt in his hands.

Just this once, Damian allows himself to be held. Be worried over. Be a child. 

Just this once, Damian let's himself cry openly and unashamed.

He's okay. He's safe now. 

A heavy hand belonging to his father finally lands on his shoulder and Damian melts into the touches. 

And he allows himself to be loved. 

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Scott McCall imagines part 4

Inspired by ariana grande " break up with your girlfriend...bored "

You and theo were trapped completely surrounded by these people until

This shit always happens to me (Yeah)

Why can't we just play for keeps? (Mmm-mmm)

Practically on my knees  "

The lyrics of the song was loud theo sighed and looked at you while " i can hear a faint heartbeat sister " the voice said " nevermind Elijah we have to go nik will have our heads with we meddle " as the footsteps were suddenly disappearing

Theo grabbed you " go ahead and maybe get us killed " you nodded still in shock " who was that ?" Theo couldnt scent them out " i dont know whoever they are definitely aren't from here that's for sure "

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Ever since you were little girl a slight obsession with a certain boy and well it started since that very summer day back in kindergarten

" thats my doll give it back " a tall girl with pigtails wrapped in red ribbons snatched your favourite doll away from you " well its mine now ...hahahaha " the girl stuck her tongue out while another kids watched afar was scott meeting his long term best friend stiles

He wasn't listening to the young boy in front of him as he saw you got pushed he immediately ran over " stop .... give back the doll " you looked up to see a boy in front of you wearing blue and white stripe polo shirt and a dirty jeans with converse on " why she your girlfriend... nananananan " scott pushed the little girl " shes my firend " snatched the doll away from the girl and turned to you " here i think this is yours " he smiled while handing it to you somhow your knee got scraped " here... for ummm... your knee "he pointed

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Lydia was unable to read kira " soo what's up with you and scott lately... i want the juice " looking puzzled at the girl " lately his been well ummm his been avoiding me recently... i try to help but .... " she looked malia

" why do i get the feeling something happens between you two " pointing to malia and kira " we discuss some .... well ... scott ..... ummmmm isaac ..... uhhhh " kira didnt feel like talking about the situation about isaac and malia even scott its like a plague

" malia ???" The girl simply zoned out unfortunately " it will eventually come out im telling you

Hearing liam and stiles argue about the jeep and the adjustments liam made to the jeep

" i said you can have the jeep not redesigned it " lydia walking towards the two boys " well its my jeep ... you gave it to me .... well i simplify the jeep to my liking " liam looked at stiles and all the boy did was sigh " is okay I've got a new car or jeep " stiles said with dignity

" yes stiles we all know the FBI gave you a Land Rover " lydia rolling her eyes when suddenly theo's car pulled into the McCall drive way "we all need to talk " rushing out of the car

As you step out of the car you never been to McCall house before this is your first time " i should... probably. I'll wait in the car " as you headed back isaac grabbed you by the arm and dragging you inside

" whats the problem raeken couldn't it wait till tomorrow?" Stiles squinting his eyes " well no ... me and (y/n) were at the library earlier and well .... three people broke into the school and they were searching for something " scott looked at theo " i don't think is supernatural related theo " scott said quietly while everyone else got it " well .... i can smell them and they aren't from here scott ... especially at a time like this ... what are they thief I'm sure parrish is on patrol ..." which made everyone think

" well of theo is right what do they want ?" Lydia looking at you" are you okay (y/n)?" Just then stiles smacked the back of theo's head " you brought her .... her seriously " looking at you "isaac dragges me in i wanted to wait in the car .... anways I'm intruding i should go .... either way we dont hang out anyways... " smiling at each of them before leaving

As you were making your way to the door " hey ... about stiles ... is going to be fine ... we should hang... " the strawberry blond smiled " im lydia martin ... im ..." you intrude " i know my teacher talks highly of you " you said to her " thanks well I'll lead you out then

Isaac felt the need to follow after you " wait "(y/n) .... (y/n) " isaac walking up to you before lydia walks back in "im sorry ... i thought you .... " you rolled your eyes " really lahey thats how you want to play out ... the I'm sorry to drag you into something you shouldn't be there for .... i know we're friends but i don't think.... they like me .... martin sure made some.... kind of gesture or something to get me involved "

" you know what lahey ... stop ... just stop caring.... yes I'm a little bit insecure and sensitive but at least i don't draw attention to myself ... so save me the pleasure of acting like i belong in your group "

Walking away

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Meanwhile " i supposed you know who i am then ?" Chris was hanging like an X arms being held down with cuffs while spikes on this inside the cuff diggs in " slowly your bleeding " the voice simple said " now ... do you know us ... do you know what we are ?" The strange man asked again this time digging into argent chest and blood soaking through the black shirt " yes ..... yes .... yes ... i ... i ... DO !!!"

the man removed he hand from argent chest " well thats great news ..... so where are the rest of your groupies " the man looked deep into argents eyes " i said i know what you are .... i definitely can't be compelled " Chris laughing

" well i just have to ...... bleed you some more then .... until you're able to be compelled Chris "

The blond walked through the door and ran to chris " you lied ... hunter you lied ..." as the blond reached into chris chest he started to have a short breath " i can hear your heart beating fast " sister... sister ... sister ... toture should be fun.... " another young fellow with a metal baseball bat at hand and wacked it on the side of argent chest " did i hear ribs being broken " the young man laughed

" all of you are interrupting my interrogation.... really so much blood " as the blond release her hand away from his chest heavily breathing " blood of hunter " dragging her fingers over his arms that are in blood " i wouldn't taste his blood ... his on vervain "

As the blond wiped it off " we just have to continue till you talk then "

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5 days after the event

Walking to school you've been avoiding every single one of isaac friends like a plague " sooo.... you're alive " it was isaac looking at you and smiling you pushed passed him " why do you care suddenly... lahey its not like you care in the first place anyways "

Continuing walking while lydia and malia catched up to the curly boy " soo anything... nope ... she wouldnt talk .... it seems she closed herself up again" lydia started to smirk " what if ... scott ... im mean scott could get her to talk right ?" Isaac was sceptical about this

" well yeah but they've had brief conversations but not a full one ... im telling you its a bad idea "

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Taking out your biology books and writing down the extra writing on the board scott took tbe opportunity to seat next to you " hey " you didnt pay attention to him kept writing down the notes till " oh man ... i forgot my biology books ..... i swear " you turned into your bag " here this is yours ... ms martin gave it to me to give to you ... i was gonna give it to you somehow but " yours and his hand slightly touched as he grabbed the book

" thanks ... " smiling

You were happy that you managed to give the item back to him but still you wanted to know everything... especially his relationship with malia and kira

You didnt like kira you had no problem with malia is that asian girl you didnt like .. she somehow inserted herself into scotts life without even knowing him

You were furious when you found out that scott was dating her , it was a stab in the heart one way or another your going to make scott McCall yours

Thinking of ways to be in his life you didn't realise that the teacher was calling you " (l/n)...(l/n).... (y/n)" you paused and heard your name being called

" im sorry miss (y/t/n) i was elsewhere... i do apologise " the teacher rolled her eyes "what i meant was ms martin would like to see you " she gave you an orange slip for you to leave class " right now ?" Yhe teacher stop in her tracks "yes right now .. unless you want to stop her orders or you willing to tell the principal why you aren't obeying one of " you shake your head " I'll go " picking your stuff up you rushed out

Thinking why would ms martin see you now what possibilities could she be thinking pulling you away from class especially AP BIOLOGY

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Seeing two people in ms martins office you sighed and opened the door " ms martin you wanted to see me ?" The much older strawberry blond woman smiled " yes i do ... actually i wanted to discuss your career future college " as she points to a chair " i hope you don't mind I've took the pleasure of asking your parents to come by too "

As you took a seat next to your parents " well we 100% be involved in whatever our daughter decisions today " as ms martin smiled and sitting behind her desk

" mr and mrs (l/n) your daughter records are outstanding she will be graduating with honours " ms martin smiled while your parents looked like their on cloud nine " we are very pleased to hear " your mother said with joy in her voice " i must say (y/n) since you've not give in your final recommendation on the career path we will have to submit it today " your parents were shocked " very well "

"( y/n) what is your career goals " ms martin looking at you "- ummmm uhhhhh ummmm ..... biology.... i want to do something with biology " you started to gain confidence " biology is your main career point ?" Ms Martin writing it down "yes it is im very passionate about biology and i would like to study furthermore into the subject if i can ... im also looking into go apprentice in a laboratory on biology something like genetic or microbiology " you said while looking at her

Your parents were surpised you wanted to go that way becuase generally you talked about veterinary and medicine about the well being of animals this is sort of different types of research

" very well... i see you've made your research I'm pleased on that "ms martin smiled

" also theres three apprenticeships round the areas including here at school and some at local biology department in the science community " pausing " the only i like is not in this town but in mystic falls " your mother gasped

" well you certainly did your research on this subject then .... i will see to it your application form has been sent to all of these locations... in the meantime please keep your grades to these standards "

Walking out of the offcie the whole interview along with your parents exhausted you completely " so ... what did lydia mum want ?" Isaac putting his arms round your neck my career choice " removing isaac arm " plus i think i might have a chance of leaving this place lahey "