#I don't know if I want to throw this au into complete angst killing off characters left and right and in the end it's just one guy left

[thecranewivesrpf]

just infodumped the backrooms au onto my friends poor unsuspecting discord server. nobody is going to read it, but I need it out of my system

I love how they play a game that correlates to the backrooms ONCE and I jumped on it immediately. the phasmophobia streams are semi-canon for it. xBcrafted is a fucking fish creature, because if I send my Minecraft men to the backrooms I get to make up at least one entity ok. xisumavoid is an MEG employee (employee?) with an evil twin that kind of kills people oopsies. Pearl may or may not die depending on how I'm feeling the day I write her oneshot, don't worry about that though :D

Might have Grian have a run-in with Jerry, but I have to reread the article to figure out if you can like, not get roped into Jerry's cult with an encounter

[brucewaynehater101]

Okay, you know that hc where Tim Reincarnates as The Trash of the Bat Family? It got me thinking of him scamming and making the "Real League of Assassins". He integrates Pru, Z and Owens early, makes them his people (or assassins disguised as servants).

"Where's the coffee?"

Owens, pouring chamomile tea, "We're all out of coffee, Sir."

"Energy drinks?"

Pru, throwing a trash bag away. "All gone too, Sir."

He integrates Kon before he experiences the SA with Tana Moon and other ladies, and Kon becomes his bodyguard.

"Are we doing something bad?"

"Oh, we're doing something veeeeery bad. To Lex Luthor."

Tim rescuing Damian.

"You're Damian Al Ghul Wayne. You're an Al Ghul and a Wayne. You can do whatever you want. I'm not taking care of you."

Damian, not trusting this lying bastard, secretly follows him around. Tim knows Damian is, and begrudgingly just accepts Damian into his fold until he reaches Gotham again.

"If you die, Timothy, I will dominate the world, kill everyone, and then myself."

I love these additions so much!!!

The "Real League of Assassins" is such a petty name, and I live for it. Just Tim as a kid and his little League of Assassins (depending on how far back he went into the past and how soon he aquires the OG best assassin squad). It would be double hilarious if his "Real League of Assassins" doesn't actually kill anyone, but I also respect Tim's right to commit murder however he deems fit. I like to imagine how mad Ra's would get at the name.

Part of Tim's asshole cover comes from Pru. There's two ways this can go. One, Pru is her complete self in front of everyone (she will break someone's nose no matter their price tag). This causes major scandals and issues for Tim cause how could he hire someone who behaves like that? Or Two, Pru is creepily pleasant and respectful around other company, and Tim continues to act like usual around her. This causes people to pity Pru for having such a horrible boss.

I also live for Bodyguard Kon AUs. You know the two of them are playing a "I know your sickly Victorian child looking ass can beat me up, but I will pretend I don't know this until you tell me why" with a "please stop saving me from every small things because I know you know a sunburn isn't going to kill me." It's dealer's choice on how soon Kon finds out about Tim's vigilante gig. Also, if Kon is a bodyguard in this, is he also Superboy or the equivalent? Does he become a superhero once he finds out about Tim's heroism? There's no way Kon would stick around Tim if he believed the persona Tim kept up.

Cue Tim accidentally forming the YJ again, but this time it's hidden from the JL radars and is a closely guarded secret.

As far as Damian, I absolutely love that quote you included. It's so Damian coded and I live for him threatening to take over the world. I also want to see Tim's reaction and how concerned he is over Damian threatening to kill himself. As an older brother, he legit could care less about Damian managing to kill the entire world. It's Damian wanting to die that scares him.

As far as the AU, Tim is trying so hard to distance himself from the Waynes that his dumbass shouldn't have picked up Damian in person. He was probably too anxious to leave it to someone else, but now he has a tiny suspicious assassin who reluctantly became fond of him.

There's a few different ways this can play out.

One, Tim picks up Damian in his vigilante costume and never unmasks to Damian. The little tot starts to think of this vigilante as maybe a brother before being given to Bruce (angst of abandonment tied with identity shenanigans. How soon does Damian realize that Timothy "Trash" Drake is the one to save him from the League?).

Two, Tim starts off with his secret identity in tact but reveals himself while traveling back. They bond, Damian is left at Bruce's, and, to the surprise of literally all the Waynes, the kid is seen constantly talking to the complete jerk Timothy Drake. Damian is actually nicer to this douchebag stranger than he is to some of his family members. What's equally shocking is how kind Tim is to Damian. Tim hasn't been cruel to children before, but he hasn't gone out of his way to be nice either. This cues investigations into Tim by the batfam.

Three, Damian refuses to go live with his dad and sticks around Tim when they return to Gotham. Depending on when Tim rescues Damian, Tim's fake uncle adopts Damian, and they become brothers legally. When Bruce finds out Damian is his son, he doesn't take the excuse, "I found him on the streets!" from Tim seriously.

[strongheartneteyam]

I wish I could

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!curvy!human reader

CW: mentions of sexual fluids and sex itself, fluff, angst, pregnancy symptoms such as throwing up (maybe you shouldn't read if you find that too gross)

I'm really insecure about this chapter I guess I'm just thinking "Oh no but a human couldn't conceive a baby with a na'vi no way" but you know what this is MY avatar AU so it doesn't have to be completely canon I'm just a crazy perfectionist please forgive my madness guys 🥲 Anyway, it's just kind of a transitional chapter with some fluff and important stuff happening at the same time if makes any sense ?? I'll shut up now hope u like this 🤡

The words in italic are the translation of something said in na'vi previously.

Chapter 5

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Chapter 4

After Neteyam made love to you, he kissed your forehead, grabbed your hand and took you to the nearest river and cleaned you up. Your sex and thighs were all covered with his semen and you were all sweaty. Your body was still hot from what happened previously so you got shivers when your feet touched the cold water. But it was a good sensation. The Pandora waters were always so fresh and amazingly blue. It was such a sight to see.

When the both of you were deep into the river, the water covering you until your waist but it only getting to the middle of Neteyam's thighs, he started to use his hand to wash his seed off of you. You started to laugh 'cause the movements his hand was making were ticklish.

"Stop that, skxawng." (moron), he said laughing "Lemme clean you up fast 'cause it's getting close to the eclipse. Our parents will be waiting for us to reunite with the people for dinner."

"Eywa! You're right! I completely forgot about it."

Neteyam clicked his tongue "My beautiful airhead." He slapped your head slightly, not enough to hurt you, just to tease you, making you look at him with a wide smile in your lips. He was the most perfect being you had ever seen. You couldn't believe he was yours. His fangs hanging out of his mouth when he smiled back at you were so cute and sexy at the same time. You knew he could use his sharp teeth to rip someone's throat open but he would only use them to protect you.

After you were ready, Neteyam took a quick bath in the river waters and then you guys headed to the tribe. He was holding your hand and helping you so you didn't trip on any twigs fallen on the floor as you guys needed to walk fast because it was getting dark and dangerous in the Pandora forests. Your parents would be so worried if you two didn't show up soon to meal time.

You felt your cheeks blush when you walked into the sea of na'vi and a few humans reunited around the bonfire, eating their fruits and meat already. You couldn't wash away from your head that only 1 or 2 hours before you were moaning while Neteyam mated with you in the middle of the forest. Eywa, what if you guys had been caught? What if, Eywa forbid, Jake or Neytiri walked into you having sex with their son while they were hunting? You wanted to die just thinking about it.

You and Neteyam were no longer holding hands but you two were walking side by side.

He smiled at you and said "See you later?"

"I don't know. It's getting close to sleep time but maybe we'll talk a bit after dinner?" You said

He only moved his head down slightly in response, still smiling, not showing teeth, and headed to his family. You had just noticed Jake was looking at the both of you, a serene look in his face. You wondered if he was just looking at you two or if he knew something was up.

You knew Jake liked you a lot and he was a father figure to you, since your biological father had died and your na'vi mother, Ao'ite, lost her mate long ago, before you were even born. He died together with many other na'vi in a battle against the Sky People. You wondered how many na'vi had cried over a deceased loved one who was killed by humans. You hated your own species and was ashamed of being one of them. But you reminded yourself of something Jake would always tell you, since you were a child:

"You're one of us, little one. It doesn't matter what your biology is. You live like us, you love and respect our land, you speak our language and pray to Eywa. You're just as much na'vi as I am. Don't forget I once had a human body like yours." He said, sitting down on his heels to look better at your small human child frame and touching your chin slightly, making you smile and say "Thank you, Jake. I'm not sad anymore. If you say I am a na'vi, then I believe you."

He smiled big at you and you went running back to Ao'ite, who took you in her arms, wrapped your legs around her waist, her hands below your thighs and mouthed "Thank you" to Jake. He only motioned his head down a bit, smiling slightly at her.

But even knowing Jake loved you as if you were one of his own children, you still wondered what he would think about Neteyam choosing you as his mate. Would he be against it because you were a human? What about Neytiri? Would she be okay with it? Their eldest son was soon to become the next Olo'eyktan. He was being trained by his father almost everyday. Maybe his parents would think it's better for him to mate with a good na'vi girl. And you knew he would have plenty of options if he wanted to. You weren't blind to the way so many na'vi girls looked at Neteyam. And they were all so pretty and skilled. And the most important part was; they could give Neteyam children. You felt your heart ache.

You realized you were still standing in the same spot Neteyam left you. Swiftly you started walking towards your mom. She had a worried look on her face.

"Are you alright, my child?" Ao'ite asked as you sat down next to her

"I'm okay, mom. I was just lost in my thoughts." You said smiling at her and taking a reddish small fruit into your hand and taking a bite out of it

"I noticed you came to meal time with Neteyam. What were you guys doing that you both arrived here late, together?"

You almost choked on your fruit when you heard her saying that. There was something about mothers, it didn't matter if they were human or na'vi, but they always knew when you were up to something.

"I was just listening to music in the forest, in a safe place, away from dangerous animals, as you taught me, and Neteyam found me there and decided to stay with me for a while. You know he likes to listen to music from Earth with me. I always tell you how happy I get when he turns out to like a song that's one of my favorites." You said, hoping your mother would believe you and wouldn't ask anything further.

She looked away from you with a serious look in her face, taking another piece of meat from the big leaf laid on the floor and said:

"I know you feel something more for the Sully's son than just friendship."

You looked at her surprised and said:

"Y-you do?" With wide eyes and red cheeks

"Ma (y/n). I'm an old na'vi woman. I can tell when a young girl is in love. Don't forget I once was around your age and fell for your father." She smiled

She used to refer to her late mate as your father, even though you never met him but you heard many stories of how great a warrior he was. And you knew he was generous, funny and treated your mom very well when he was alive. So you held him dear in your heart, even if you didn't even know how he looked.

"Neteyam is very special to me." It's all you said, looking down shyly

➳

You woke up the following day with the weirdest feeling in your throat and soon you realized you had to throw up so you jumped off of your mat, ran out of your mother's house and stopped only when you got behind a tree that was close-by. You put your head down and threw up what seemed to be all you had eaten the night before.

You heard the sound of leaves breaking on the floor and you looked behind you only to see Neytiri looking at you, seeming to be really worried.

"(y/n), honey. Are you sick?"

You cleaned your mouth with the back of your hand and looked up at Neytiri.

"Hm... I think so. I might have eaten a fruit that was starting to rot at dinner yesterday or something."

"I'm still worried. Do you need help?" She said

"I think I'm alright. Thank you anyway, Neytiri. You're always so nice to me." You smiled, looking at her beautiful face. Neytiri was the most beautiful woman in the clan, in your opinion.

She smiled softly

"If you need anything, shout as loud as you can and I'll come running to your aid. Okay?" She touched your shoulder

"Okay." You answered and she went her way

Later that day, after you had lunch you felt sick again and tried to run away to throw up because you hated making a mess at the house but Ao'ite came just in time to see you struggling.

"My daughter. Are you gonna throw up?" She saw you covering your mouth with your hand while your face was pale

The yellow liquid falling to the floor was the answer to her question

"I'm sorry, mom. I'll clean it up." You said already going to fetch a cloth to wipe the floor with but Ao'ite interrupted you

"Nonsense, child. You're sick. Sit down and I'll bring some water to wash your face." There was still vomit in your mouth and chin "Only after you're clean, I'll take care of the mess on the floor."

"Okay, mom. I think I need to lie down a bit." You said and laid on the floor "I don't know what's wrong with me but I can't seem to keep anything I eat inside my body. I always puke it."

Your mother was coming near you carrying water in a big seashell and a cloth and looked at you with her big yellow eyes for a few seconds, a serious expression in her face.

She knelt to the floor, wet the cloth in the water inside the seashell that was in one of her hands and started to clean your face up. When you were clean, she looked at you, seemingly mad and said:

"(y/n), did you mate with Neteyam?"

You looked at her not being able to believe what she had just asked.

"I..." You almost denied but there was no use "I did, mother."

"I knew you guys weren't just listening to songs together." She said, shaking her head in disappointment "(y/n), I might be mistaken but I have helped a lot of human girls and women with their pregnancies. I don't know if this is possible, but, you are showing symptoms that might indicate you're with child." Your mouth fell open

"I saw Neytiri when I went to the forest earlier today to hunt food for our lunch. She told me she saw you throwing up. You know how much she cares about you. She was worried and asked me to keep an eye on you."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, mom... I thought it was just something bad that I had eaten. I... I didn't think it was possible."

"I'm not sure it is. But there's a real possibility you're carrying Neteyam's child. And that's a big deal, my daughter. He's going to be the next Olo'eyktan." What she said brought back to your mind all those thoughts about not being good enough to be Neteyam's mate

"After I clean the floor, I will go to the lab and call Dr Evelyn. She will be able to tell us if you're really pregnant. You stay here and go lay in your mat. You gotta rest." She said, standing back on her feet and leaving to fetch something to clean the floor

You did as you mother said and went to lie down at your mat. After she had left, you were still awake and uncomfortable for half an hour but then you feel asleep, feeling tired.

➳

Meanwhile, Neteyam had just stopped for a break from his Olo'eyktan training with Jake. They were resting, sitting on the floor and Jake was cleaning his arrow when Neteyam said:

"Dad?"

"Yes?" Jake looked at his eldest son

"I have something important to tell you." Jake was looking at the arrow in his hand but looked back at Neteyam after hearing those words

"I chose a mate."

Jake had a serious expression at his face

"It's (y/n)."

Jake smirked and said "Who could have seen it coming? The girl you're always drooling over is the one you want to be your mate."

"The thing is... She already is, if you know what I mean."

"What?!" Jake was angry "And you didn't think to tell the people first? You have a great responsibility to the clan as the Olo'eyktan to be." He looked at him like he was crazy

"I'm sorry, dad. It all just happened so fast. It was only yesterday." Neteyam tried to defend himself

"Yeah, of course it was. I suspected something was up when you two arrived late and side by side at dinner."

"What do I do now, dad? Can I tell the people tonight?"

"Boy, you think with your penis, not your brain." Jake said, pushing Neteyam by his arm. "And is there another option? You have to make an announcement as soon as possible. It's gonna be tonight. And you're still not finished with your training. You were supposed to court her for a while and only mate with her after you became Olo'eyktan. How am I gonna tell your mother about it?" Jake shook his head

"Sorry?" Neteyam said with an awkward smile

➳

You woke up with a human female voice calling you softly. It was Dr Evelyn Miller.

"Hi, (y/n)." The redhead was looking at you with a soothing expression in her face "How are you feeling? Your mother told me you threw up a bit."

"Hi, Dr Evelyn. I feel better now. Thank you."

"That's great. Ao'ite told me you were chosen by a nice na'vi boy to be his mate. Is that right?" She was smiling

"Yeah...." You smiled shyly

"And she told me you guys were in a rush and you two mated already." You felt your face burn "The thing is, something weird seems to be going on here. You are showing symptoms of pregnancy. I have to get a sample of your blood and run some tests to see if you really are pregnant. Is that okay?"

"Sure..." You said nervous

"It won't take long. I have all the equipment I need here on my backpack."

Dr Evelyn stung you with a needle in a syringe she took out of a metal box that was inside her backpack. You saw the crimson blood being collected inside the syringe and sighed deeply, your breath faltering.

Ao'ite looked at you worried.

Half an hour later, Dr Evelyn looked at you with a surprised face and finally spoke:

"You are carrying a na'vi baby in your womb. That's crazy." She laughed slightly in disbelief

Ao'ite's eyes got filled with tears and she smiled

"I thought you were mad, mom." You looked at her face

"I'm mad you were irresponsible. And I'm worried for your fragile human health. But I'm also happy I'm gonna have a grandchild. And this child will be na'vi. Eywa ngahu!" (May Eywa be with you)

You felt tears starting to wet your cheeks.

"Congratulations, (y/n). You're gonna be under my care from now on as something like this has never happened before and we don't know how your body is gonna react. I'll leave you guys alone now." She smiled, put her backpack on her shoulder and exited your home

"Mom, I need to tell Neteyam!" You said smiling

"Do you want me to go to the Sully's house and call him? He better have told his parents that you guys mated. I don't want anyone confused or mad when I get there. I already have a lot on my plate right now." She laughed a bit

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tagging:

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@behindthearcane

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@thelxnelyworld (I'm tagging you because you asked for part 4 💙)

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[namjoonscoffeeshop]

Deep | 04

✧ Pairing:Min Yoongi x reader

✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract

✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content

✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees.

✧ word count: 6k+

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"yoongi it hurts" you whine as his grip on your wrist began to hurt. "where were you going with taehyung" he lets go of your wrist and faces you. "what?" you felt intimidated by his intense stare, he was angry and drunk.

"yoongi you're drunk" you place your hand on his chest, as he begins to make you back up against the table "trust me I got sober the moment I saw you were leaving with him, where were you going. don't make me ask you a third time" his jaw was clenched, hands leaning on the table as he blocked you from escaping. "home"

"and why would he take you home" he mutters, eyeing your lips.

"because you weren't going to" those words made him look up, focusing on you. he smirks letting out a chuckle "yeah? and why you say that" you look away as you crossed your arms "weren't you ready to go fuck some random girl, when you have me right here" he had no reaction to your words which made your insides turn and your face heat up of embarrassment. but it didn't stop you from speaking up, pressing your index finger on his chest you poke at him. "i hate how you give me mixed signals, kissing me and holding me and next thing i know you're fucking some random bitch" the amused look never left his face, he was holding back from laughing.

"You're the one that throws yourself at me, am I suppose to ignore a needy bitch" he emphasizes the word bitch, mocking me for what I called the other girls. pushing himself off the table he shoves his hands into his pockets "I thought you understood, when you told me to be fuck buddies with you" he eyes your figure, following your curves that were hugged by your dress "that it was just something meant to kill time, nothing serious"

"but we aren't fuck buddies" you sneer at him. only for him to nod, agreeing at your words "exactly so stop cock blocking me. I know what you want, why you follow me around" he shakes his head "i don't like clingy bitches" you knew what he was doing, he wanted you to get up and storm off. maybe just sit in the car as you wait for him to take you home. "fuck you" you cursed at him, " i know you want to" he laughs as you hit his chest, pushing him but he didn't budge

"I fucking hate you" you could feel your eyes tear up.

"what do you hate about me, that makes you wanna cry huh" he cocked his head side ways, raising his brow at you. "everything about you" you yell at him

"everything?"

"yes, i hate how you play with my feelings"

"what's that got to do with me, i didn't ask you to have does feelings" he chuckled sarcastically, he was drunk. you knew it but his words.."i hate how you play around with girls and don't try for something serious"

"what else" an amused expression on his face as he found the whole conversation funny while I was fighting the urge to cry. But if I was being honest my argument was stupid. I'm drunk too, so fuck reason.

"i fucking hate how cocky you are"

"uh huh, keep on let it all out if it's going to make you feel better. and while your at it, get rid of the feelings you have for me. cause it's never going to happen" he stated, completely unaffected by my words. taking steps back, he lights up a cigarette. he lets out a puff of smoke as he continues to look at me.

"you suck" the alcohol was still very much in my system "yeah you know that" he winks

you watch as he holds the cigar in between his fingers as he lets out another puff of smoke.

fuck it.

I wrap my arms around his neck as I pull him down for a kiss. at first he doesn't respond to the kiss, I cup his face as i desperately try to make him kiss me back. I pull back, leaning my forehead against his. his eyes full of lust, I wanted to break him. I wished I knew what he was thinking, I knew I looked desperate right now. But it's his fault.

"i hate you"

"for what now?"

"for making me this way" his hands make their way to my waist, not letting go of the cigar that's between his fingers. "if it's my fault...does that mean I should just take responsibility"lifting me up onto the table he pushes my thighs apart as he stands in between. it was your turn to laugh "responsibility?" pushing him back, you get down fixing your dress before making eye contact with him. "what do you know about responsibility" shaking your head as you give him a smile you walk past him. Existing the house, making your way to the car.

You both went home, silent. There was no conversation between the both of you what so ever. He did try to talk to you as you both walked to the apartments but you ignored him shutting the door as you entered your apartment without looking back at him.

"fuck buddies huh.." you kick your shoes off before sticking your middle finger at the shared wall of both apartments "fuck you min yoongi"

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

his hands traveled down from you neck to your breasts as he took one in his hand. He places your nipple between his teeth as he tugs on them before sucking. covering your mouth to try and not let out any noise. He was cocky, you didn't want him to know that he could take control over you whenever he wants. "you sure you want this" yoongi looks at you with hooded eyes, he was drowning in lust and his groin was throbbing. If you told him no, he'd have to hold himself back to not force himself on you.

you could feel his erection, with every hip movement as he grind himself against you. "we're you always this caring with all the girls you've been with" hugging his neck you pull yourself up, making his back hit the couch. straddling him, grabbing the hem of his shirt, to help him undress. he chuckles "No, i'd probably had fucked anyone else the moment they entered the apartment" he smirks, watching you to see your reaction "yeah?" you smile, hands on his belt "and what's the difference between them and me?"

undoing his belt, you tease him by moving your hips against him. causing his breath to hitch, hands on your waist as he grips your chin pulling your face closer to his "the difference is simple, I want to enjoy every reaction you make, no matter how much I hold myself back from just ramming into you" his warm breath hitting your face as his lips locked with yours. Not wanting to let him gain dominance right away, your hands tug on his hair as you pull his head back causing him to groan but his lips never leave yours.

his lips moving faster and eagerly, hands on your waist as he helps your circle your hips. you chuckle at his words, he too was watching you with a amused look "but yoongi, we're just fuck buddies remember" undoing the button of his jeans, he lifts his hips as you pull them down, his member standing proudly. taking off your shorts you straddle him again, holding his erection in your hand as he groans at the sudden touch "You know, I get it"

"I also like seeing your reactions" you whisper, aligning his member to your entrance he chuckles. before you could say anything your back meets the couch "babe, do you really think you could take my dick just like that?"

"stop being cocky" you spat

"just lay there and look pretty" spreading your legs he watches you as his hands travel from your knees down to your heat. yoongi's eyes never leave you, he blows at your heat, making you squirm in place "yoongi" you mutter his name, only for him to hum. he gives your heat a open mouthed kiss which makes your back arch and walls clench.

!DING DONG !

Your eyes open, letting the light from your window blind you as you cover your face with the blanket.

"what the fuck" you curse as you squeeze your thighs, grossed out by the wet feeling between them. you just had a wet dream with that dumbass. and as if nothing could get you more annoyed, the door bell rings once more. causing your to groan as you kicked the blanket off of you before getting off the bed. "i swear if it's him" you pull your hair up into a messy bun before opening the door but to your surprise it wasn't yoongi.

"good morning" daehoon grins, eyeing you. You step back feeling concious of his stares and the reasons for them too. You were wearing shorts and a undershirt with no bra at all. crossing your arms over your chest you give him a smile "can i help you?"

"they left your package at my apartment" couldn't you just leave it at my door? you asked yourself.

"thank you" before you could thank him someone else had already done it. yoongi grabs the package from his hand, standing in front of you as he blocks daehoon's view from you. he gives him the fakest smile as he says goodbye. pushing you into the apartment shutting the door behind him.

"have you lost it?" he doesn't waste time to start a argument with you "what now?" you grab the package from his hands, exposing your chest to him only to infuriate him more. "why are you opening the door dressed like that"

"cause I can wear what ever I want in the comfort of my house" you say sarcastically, walking to the counter to place the box down "didn't you see how he was loo-"

"yeah so?"

"y/n" he growls. you felt horny from the dream. Him entering your apartment, at this moment. Was anything but a good idea. he felt your stare, he looked at you confused. "the fuck is wrong with you" you step closer to him, and like always he doesn't budge. "can we kiss" you whisper. your hands on his arm, guiding them to wrap around your waist "what" he chuckles " don't tell me your horny" his hands groping your ass. you nod, staring at him with a eager look on your face "you are making me loose my mind"

"please" you wrap your arms around his neck, locking lips with him. your dream was still so vivid in your mind that you needed to make it come true. he doesn't pull back but he's hesitate, right away devouring your lips as he lifts you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. pushing the box aside he sits you on the counter "yoongi" you hold his chin, putting distance between the both of you "what is it, love" he was high with the same urge you had.

grabbing his hand you move it down to your heat, he knew what you wanted. spreading your legs was the green light for him, two digits pushing aside your short and underwear as he touches your heat. only to have his brow raise. "you're so wet "

covering his mouth with your hands, he sees how your cheeks blush. and he knew not to say anything. at least not out loud. grabbing the hem of your shorts, you lift your hips, as he pulls down your shorts "what did I do"

"hmm" you respond, trying to control yourself

"you clearly had a nice little dream" he caresses your thighs "It didn't happen, I woke up" yoongi couldn't help but laugh "no wonder you're so frustrated "are you gonna help me or not" you pout "i don't know" he grins

"yoongi, i'm naked on the counter"

"i know" he steps back, "the view is great" he smirks

smacking your lips, you jump off the counter. "what ever, i'll do it myself" he watches you in amusement as you bend over to grab your shorts and underwear from the floor. cursing him out under your breath.

letting you take a few steps before he wraps one around around your waist while his other hand travels to your heat, immediately shoving his two digits into you. your back up against his chest as a gasp leaves your mouth "don't talk to me like that" his lips latch onto your neck as he begins to suck, while thrusting his fingers into you. "y-yoongi" you moan, head tilt back giving him access to more of you. "you shouldn't read your erotic books before bed y/n" he curls his fingers, causing your legs to almost give out under you, but his hold on your waist keeps you up.

"tell me, what was I about to do" he whispers before nibbling on your ear lobe

"I was about to sit on your dick" you gasp, as he begins to rub on your clit without stopping the thrusts. "really?" he says with his musky voice

"but you were being a cocky bitch" your hand travels down to his joggers as it slithers into his underwear.

he laughs "even in your dreams , damn. my bad babe. what did I say to piss you off this bad"

you rub your dumb against the tip of his dick "your cocky ass said I couldn't take your dick without any prep" he hisses as he feels your hand slid up and down his length.

"Those fucking books" lifting you up into his arms he makes his way to the bedroom. dropping you onto the bed, he wastes no time hovering over you taking over your lips once again. pushing your knees apart as he hovers over you immediately rolling his hips against yours. the sudden contact making your whole body shiver as he ran his hands all over your body.

grabbing the hem of his shirt you pull it over his head, as he takes off yours as well. "you're so fucking gorgeous" he bites down on his bottom lip, as he stares at your naked body underneath him. there was this look on his face that you hadn't ever seen, you were about to ask him if what was wrong with him but he lays his head against the nape of your neck as he begins to laugh.

"you're annoying" you pinch his arm, you felt embarrassed. he started laughing the moment you were completely naked.

"is this it?" he lifts himself by putting his weight on one arm, then sticking his hand under the pillow to find a hard cover book "love marks?" he reads outloud.

you reach up, to take the book away from him but he grabs your arm. flipping you around, pinning your arm on your back as he continues to hover over you.

"is this what you were reading before going to bed" he purrs in a teasing matter, giving your cheek a kiss. "let's see what page you left off on" your hands pin against your back as he hovers over you "this won't do, the girl was straddling him" letting go of your arms, he makes his way to the chair.

you couldn't help but look at him with wide eyes as he taps his thigh "come here" he says with a seductive tone, a smug look on his face. raising his brow when he sees you aren't coming towards him as he told you to "y/n come here" this time he was more stern than before, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

once you stood in front of him he grabs onto your waist gently caressing you as he encourages you to straddle him "what's wrong, you were so confident before" pulling you down to his lap.

"read" he says in a deep demanding voice, handing the book to you.

"yoo-" you gasp hard as you felt a hard slap land on your ass. hands directly gripping yoongi's shoulders as you almost fell back due to the shock. "did you jus-"

"i'm just doing what the guy did" he smirks, tugging your hair strands that were covering your face behind your ear he tilts his head side ways "are you going to start reading or do you prefer another book instead of this one?"

he looks to the side where you had a pile of books, reaching out to grab one. beating him to it, you push the books off the ledge. "i'll read"

opening the hard cover book, you flip the pages till you make it to the page with the folded edge.

"he left a trail of kisses from her neck to her chest, car-" you pause as yoongi begins to kiss your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as you had said "read"

"caressing her ass cheeks before giving them a hard slap,he " you lets out a small scream when yoongi gives you a hard slap "he takes her nipple into his mouth" and he did just as you said again, swirling his tongue around the harden spot as he keeps it between his teeth tugging onto it "that hurts, i didn-"

"keep reading" he gives your ass another slap. with every single line you read he copied exactly what you said "i can't" you cry out, your ass burning from how many time's he slapped it.

your chest filled of hickeys and bite marks, between your legs you were dripping wet. you looked like a mess, and he was enjoying every second of it "babe it didn't end there did it" you shake your head, flipping the page "he carried her, laying her gently on the bed. she watched him as he undressed" you lied.

you added that part, the undressing part.

you felt embarrassed it was just you completely naked. he lifts you in his arms, taking you to the bed as he lays you down gently, but he didn't do the next part, he just watched you waiting for you to read the next part.

his head settled between your thighs as you breath fastens "he licks a long stripe from her folds up to-" he wastes no time, giving your clit a long lick, flicking his tongue over your sensitive spots "yoongi please, can't you just do it.." he hums against your pussy causing it to vibrate, making you moan out his name.

your hands gripped the bedsheet as he spread your legs a little bit more, entering his tongue. he could hear how you moaned and cried out his name with every flick of his tongue. your hands tangled in his hair, his hand reaching up to play with your breasts. "i don't hear you reading y/n" he uses his thumb to rub your clit "o-okay"

flipping the page, you read out the first line "h-he enters two digits into her" letting out a gasp of air as he thrusts his fingers into you. "taking her lips, he enters another digit" moving up, he gives your lips a wet kiss, his lips wet his little session down there.

"i don't think your stretched enough for three, sweetheart" he curls his fingers hitting a spot that made your back arch "y-yoongi" you cry out.

"keep going" his breathing is heavy as he tries to control himself from taking you already. "he aligns his throbbing member to her entrance, kissing her forehead before thrusting into her all at once" your heart begins to race, as you look up from the book to look at yoongi but he only stares at you. reaching for the book he grabs it from your hand tossing it to the ground "that's one thing, I won't do" he begins to eat you out once more before you could complain.

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Yoongi POV

I'm not sure when it started, she was like a sister to me. Growing up together since our parents are best friends. Having to stay with her a lot when my parents would fight and i'd leave to avoid the arguments.

When did she become more than just my friend? It was probably in junior high, when she started to mature. I pushed her away and started hanging out with my friends as I tried to figure out what I was feeling. We'd still meet every weekend, since my mother made me follow her to y/n's house so she could meet her friend. But it was different, before we would hang out in her room but at that time I started to feel as if I needed to set up a wall.

"hey yoongi" my heart ringed to the sound of her voice as she called my name, but I didn't react. "namjoon's waiting for me, it was nice seeing you" I bowed to her mom while giving her a small and awkward wave before running out to the street as I climbed onto the back of namjoon's bike. One time I looked back, I don't know what I was expecting but seeing her walk into her house right behind my mother made me feel bitter. Even at home I couldn't be at peace with all her photos hanged on the walls.

Or maybe it was when we had to choose our high school. At that time we did not talk what so ever to each other. But as the teacher handed out the paper with our top three schools we wanted to try to enter I got up from my desk once the bell ranged and made my way down the hall to her class that was four doors down.

She sat in the back of the class, next to the window. The boy who sat in front of her turned around as I entered the class, placing his paper on her desk as he said something to her.

It was the way she smiled at him that made me uneasy.

Making my way to the desk, hovering over her as I tossed my arm around her shoulder "so tell me y/n, what schools are we picking?" I'll never forget her confused and flustered look on her face as she turned to look at me stuttering as she tried to find words. I looked up at the guy who had received a smile from her. "what are you staring at?" I asked with a raised brow "ah nothing" he mutters before looking forward, taking his paper off her desk.

standing up from my position I pull a chair from the back next to her. Letting my paper fall on her desk, as she stares at me confused.

"so?" I ask pushing the paper more towards her before tugging my hands into the pockets of my black school pants.

"oh..um..I was thinking of the one near home" she whispers, scribbling something onto her paper. Getting up from my slouched posture I lean more towards her "what was that? I couldn't hear you"

"the one near home" she spoke quickly, not sparing a glance my way.

"I see"

looking up at me she looks at my paper, "I didn't bring a pencil, could you?" I nudge her arm.

"sure"

"and for the other two?" I ask

she purses her lips "I wasn't thinking of any other school..." she had the urge to ask something, I could see it in her face. "what is it?"

scooting her chair closer to me she turns her back to the front of the class as she whispers to me "why are you talking to me? I thought you didn't like me anymore or something"

she didn't know how wrong she was. I liked her too much.

"what made you think that?" I whisper back

"well you haven't really talked to me since last year...I thought we'd go to different high schools"

"do you want that?" she was taken back, maybe I did come off too strong just barging into her classroom and asking what school we'd go to as if we had a good friendship. I've been ignoring her for almost an entire year.

"sorry i've been distant" I let out a sigh "Can I make it up to you?"

High school without her would not had been the same, I realized that I needed her more than anyone. Opening a side of me I didn't know I had. but she was off limits, and I was immature and inpatient. Getting a girlfriend, causing us to get distant again. the possessiveness of my partner and fact that I had to care about someone else's feelings was troublesome but not if it was y/n.

Each kiss we shared recently, any intimate moment we had wasn't my first. I'd had already been with many others. But everything I do with her feels like everything I had done before didn't matter, as if it didn't count.

So as I lifted her leg, kissing her thigh as she lays naked underneath me. I wondered, do I even deserve the chance to kiss those lips who call my name with such a sweet tone.

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"i'm-" your voice shakes, sucking in air as his tongue pulses inside my wet cunt. "w-wait yoongi please" my pussy throbbing with every lick and stroke from his tongue, my hands tangle in his hair while my legs shake in pleasure.

he enters his fingers, slowly pumping into me before going faster, deeper.

"yoongi, please" you whine, but with every word he'd thrust his fingers into you. "what is it babe" he says breathless, as he looks up but doesn't stop thrusting his fingers into you. watching you as you try to collect yourself to tell him what you wanted to say.

"what about you" you cry out, his thumb rubbing your clit making you arch your back. His lips kissing your abdomen as he makes his way up to your tits, taking it into his mouth as he sucks on your nub. swirling his tongue around it , with a lewd pop he releases your nipple.

"you don't have to worry about me, just let me satisfy you" his arm wraps around your waist as he lifts you up, instantly latching his lips onto yours. you felt light headed, he gave you no chance to catch your breath other than the moment he'd move on to leave a mark on your neck or anywhere he wanted.

"it's not fair"

"what is" his husky voice, dark eyes watched you as he held onto your waist. "i want to make you feel good too" pressing your forehead onto his chest, to hide your blushed face. you swallowed hard as you don't hear him respond to you. "get on your knees then" grabbing your hand he helps you up, as you get on your knees right in front of him.

he unbuckled his pants "are you sure about this" you look up at him with your innocent eyes, giving him a small nod. pulling out his huge cock out, you let out a low gasp only to cause him to smirk. "what, changed your mind?" you swallow as you shake your head, annoyed by his cockiness. your hand gripping his base "don't squeeze it like that" he hisses, hand over yours. "move your hand like this" he motions your hand as pump his length with his guidance. "you read all those books and ca-"

"shut up" you glare at him, making him raise his hands in defeat. you stroke him a few more times before, rubbing his tup with your thumb causing him to hold his breath. "shit, stop teasing y/n" his cock twitching in your hand as you lick his swollen tip, eyes never leaving his. wrapping your mouth around him, you being to suck him off, as he watched you.

you were sloppy, he thought. but the fact that it was you, only turned him on even more. bitting on his bottom lip he watched you as you bobbed your head a few times, trying to get as much of him in your mouth without gagging. "breath though your nose" you could feel yoongi's eyes on you, but you were too focused on pleasuring him to look up at him.

pulling him out, you gasp for air. at this point you thought he might get turned off but his eyes were filled of lust for you, and watching you try to pleasure him only turned him on even more. you hold his cock in your hand again, licking off the liquid coming out of his tip before running your tongue down his length as you slowly made your way back up before sucking on his tip, slipping his length into your mouth once more. taking him completely, you begin to move your head, hearing him groan as he lets out a string of curses.

"you learn fast" he says, gripping a bunch of your hair in his fist. "let me fuck your throat" he hisses, feeling you massage his balls. you hum against his cock, letting him know. "fuck y/n" he groans, thrusting his hips upward making the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. "damn" he mutters. head tossed back as his moans fill the room.

"that's it, good girl" he wipes your tears, as he continues to fuck your throat "shit, hold on" he bucks his hips. you could feel how his length twitched inside your mouth and you realized he was close. "wait y/n, let me" he moans your name, when you began to bob your head matching his thrusts.

"are you gonna take it all in" he mutters, as you hummed against his throbbing cock. "be a good girl then and swallow it to the last drop" a few more thrusts of his hips and you feel him shoot inside your mouth.

"fuck that was hot"

"are you gonna stop here" you say, wiping your lips after swallowing just as you said you would.

caressing your cheek he sighs "y/n, we can play and have as much fun as you want. but we aren't ever gonna have the sex you want" clenching your jaw you glare at him. holding onto his arm as you jump up, straddling him. his cock covered with your spit pressed against your clit as your grind against him. both of you letting out a moan as you could feel him against you. "are you sure, you can handle it?" he was sensitive, he took a deep breath to control the urge to thrust himself into you.

"i should be asking you that" he grinds his hips upwards, your hands gripping his shoulders. if there was something about yoongi is that he will never let someone dominate him, and you were no exception. his hands never leaving your body as your lips latched onto his, tongues fighting for dominance but you loose each time. Melting into his arms as he hugs your frame, his fingertips brushing against your skin gives you butterflies. "why are we so fucked up" you whisper, face nuzzled against his nape "it's just me, i'm fucked up" lifting your hips you align your entrance to his red swollen tip. His breath fastens, gripping your waist "y/n, I can't"

"if I do?"

"then things won't be the same"

"things already aren't" pushing his hands off your waist, you bend down to pick up his shirt. tossing it on as you walk out the room, he groans as he falls back on the bed "fuck.."

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"and you left him like that?" jihye was shocked she didn't know you could pull something like that, everything you described seemed as if it came out of one of the many books you have as a collection. But the seriousness and unhappy look on your face, told her it was real and that you were just a inch away from crying.

"he didn't say anything after?"

"i don't even wanna talk about it" putting your head down, you feel how your cheeks burn up as you think about what happened after. "he's so annoying" jihye pets your head, "jihye he told me that we can have as much fun as I wanted but he'll never...like" you groan as you hit the table with your palm "i can't stand him"

"a man can only take so much before breaking, I promise you have him on a chokehold" you were about to tell her she was delusional and a horrible friend for feeding your delusions, but the devil was calling. lifting your phone up, you show his contact name on your screen. placing the phone screen down on the table as you ignore it. "you think thats a good idea?" shrugging your shoulders, you lean back against your chair "i'm done chasing after him"....

"she's being a pain in the ass" yoongi groans, tossing his phone onto the couch as he ruffles his hair frustrated. "what's been going on with the both of you, you've been acting weird with each other" namjoon drinks from his beer, brow raised as he sees yoongi fidgeting with his hands. "fuck, i have to say something to someone" he gets up, walking to the basement door as he shuts it, locking the door to make sure no one barges in "cause the only fucker who knows is taehyung and he's playing too fucking much" opening the fridge he takes out a beer for himself.

namjoon's eyes follow yoongi who makes his way back to the couch, sitting across from namjoon. "Y/n either has a crush on me or she really just want to loose her virginity and she's really pushing my buttons cause I had to find every ounce of patience inside me to not fuck her yesterday" yoongi explains everything that happened, to namjoon.

namjoon stared at yoongi who was frustrated with himself "this girl got you wrapped around her finger, why are you letting her do that" pulling out a cig he lights it up, placing it between his fingers. "it's not just any girl i-"

letting out a puff of air before interrupting yoongi namjoon chuckles " that's the problem, she didn't ask you to date. she asked you to be her fuck buddy and take her virginity why you treating her like anything else"

"ok stop, this is y/n we're talking about" yoongi didn't care how bitchy you were acting or how much of a hard time you were giving him he wasn't gonna disrespect you or let anyone else disrespect you. "she clearly has a crush on you and she's doing this to break you, i don't know why she didn't just ask you out since you've been head over heels for her since we were kids but clearly she's playing with you right now. and you should do the same."

"like what"

"treat her exactly how you treat your fuck buddies, the way you describe it. you pleasure her and then go look for someone else to satisfy your needs with. when not once have i ever heard you give any girl a good fuck cause you really wanted. always been about the good pussy" he shrugs, taking another puff before speaking up again "but tell me, do you not like her one bit?"

yoongi finishes his beer, looking up at namjoon. "it's complicated"

"no it's not"

"yes it is "

"just answer the question, yes or no"

"man...fuck this" placing the drink on the table he sprints up, waking towards the door "i think you need to figure your shit out, before playing this game with y/n cause she always knows what she wants, that's putting you at a disadvantage" fuck do you know namjoon is what he felt like saying

but he knew his friend was right, and that's what irritated him more.

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[angstysebfan]

My Roommates Boyfriend - Chapter 4

Pairings: Bucky x Female Reader AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: Aftermath of the kiss. Bucky and the reader stop at another motel for the night. Chapter Warnings: Angst (duh), Cursing, Harrassment, Implied Gang Rape

Series Masterlist

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You continue driving and make it to the border of Minnesota and North Dakota, when you finally stop at a motel. The rest of the drive has been complete and utter silence. After Bucky kissed you, you pulled away in surprise. You both stared at each other for a moment, before you reached out for him and brought his lips back to yours.

You allowed him to deepen the kiss and explore your mouth with his tongue. You felt your whole body come alive for the first time in so long. You didn’t want to let go, but the need to breath forced you both to separate. No words were said as Bucky took your hand and guided you back to the car. Then... nothing.

Now you're at another motel, and you honestly don’t know what to expect. Neither of you have said a thing since the kiss, and you don’t know what he's thinking. You walk into the office of the motel, where Bucky asks for two separate rooms. You're grateful to have some alone time to think. You walk up to your rooms and before you go in you look at Bucky as he unlocks his door.

“D-did you want to do dinner?” you ask quietly.

He looks at you, his expression unreadable, “No thanks. I need some time alone. I’ll see you in the morning at 5, okay?” he asks.

You nod and watch him go into his room without sparing you another glance. You go into your room, and lock the door behind you. You slide down the door to the floor and let out a sob. Your mind is all over the place, but the one thing that keeps coming up is that you kissed Bucky. You kissed the person who has been a complete dick to you for over a year. But even prior to that a lot of things came out into the open. It's just been an overly emotional day.

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Once you showered, you looked at your phone to see what was around for food. You found a McDonalds that was within walking distance, so you throw on a hoodie, and shoes and walk out your door. You thought about stopping to ask Bucky again, but decided against it.

You walk down the block and head inside. While you're there, you see a group of young guys, possibly college age, sitting in a group. You order your food and while you are waiting, you hear the guys cat-calling you. You decide to ignore them, since you were in no mood to deal with stupidity tonight. You got your food and left. While walking back, you continue to hear the same voices calling out to you. You turn around and see that group of guys were following you. You tried to speed up, but they caught up to you quickly.

“What’re you doin' out here alone beautiful, huh?” One of the guys says.

You keep your head down, clutching your food. The rest of the group completely surrounds you, and you felt trapped. Your heart started pounding a mile a minute in fear of what might possibly happen. You look at the guy who spoke. He had blonde hair and green eyes, and would be considered good looking if he wasn’t stalking you.

“Please, leave me alone. I'm just tryin' to get back to the motel,” you mutter, while trying to push past the group, unfortunately they do not let you leave. 

“Why don’t you stay and hang out with us. We'll show you a good time,” the blonde said again, while his friends laughed.

You continue to try and force your way out of the group, but they just laugh at your feeble attempts. You start to panic that they will do something to you. 

“Look, my boyfriend is at the motel, and he'll be coming soon to look for me, if you don’t let me go,” you say, hoping that will scare them off.

The blonde just laughs tauntingly. “What kind of boyfriend lets his girl out alone?” he sneers at you, getting closer and grasping your arm, pulling you into him as his other hand starts to grope you.

“The kind that will fucking kill you if don't get your fucking hands off her!” you hear from a familiar voice.

You look up and there's Bucky, looking angrier then you have ever seen him. The relief you feel is indescribable. The blond stops groping but holds you close to him so you can't escape.

“It’s time for you all to move along, or do you actually have a death wish tonight?” Bucky says menacingly.

The blonde just laughs and squeezes you closer making you whimper.

“With the sounds she's making, I think she wants to stay. And besides, what makes you think you could take all of us on, asshole?” he asks.

Bucky looks from you to him, getting angrier by the second. Bucky stalks up to the circle, which parts to let him into the center of the group. All the guys are egging the blond on to kick Bucky's ass. The blond throws you to the floor and swings at Bucky. Bucky blocks the punch and sends a swift uppercut to the mans jaw, causing him to fly a few feet and hit the ground out cold. The other guys stand there in complete shock.

Bucky looks around at them all with fire in his eyes, "Any one else want to take a fucking swing? Any one else want to touch my girl?!" he asks angrily, and they all take a step back.

Bucky quickly picks you up bridal style and turns to head back to the motel. They stare at him as he walks past them with you in his arms. You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into his neck, as tears flow down your face. Bucky says nothing as he walks.

He opens the door and walks in, closing it with his foot. He places you on the bed and kneels in front of you. He wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs as he whispers, “You’re okay; I got you.”

You openly sob for a few minutes and Bucky sits on the bed and pulls you into his lap, allowing you to cry. After you start to calm down he places a soft kiss on your forehead. You look at him then look around and realize he brought you back to his room. 

You take a steadying breath, “I.. I think I’m okay,”

You give him a small smile as you stand up. Bucky gives one back as stands with you.

 “Are you sure?” he asks, fear evident in his eyes.

You nod, “Yeah…Thank you… for saving me.”

Bucky blushes as he smiles at you, it’s the first time he ever directed a real smile at you and it causes butterflies in your stomach. It’s the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

“I uh, I should go back to my room,” you say.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks, generally concerned.

You just nod and walk to the door. “Yea... um... goodnight” you say.

“Goodnight.”

Bucky POV

Bucky watches you leave, and once the door closes he let out the breath he was holding. He doesn’t know what to make of today. It was such a rollercoaster. After speaking with Nat last night, he promised he would be on his best behavior. He thought ignoring you would be the solution, and it was going well in the beginning. Until you had to ask about THAT night. He knows what he said was terrible, and that he really didn't mean it, but it brought up all the pain again and he just snapped. He didn't expect you to react like that. He hated seeing you have a panic attack, and hated even more that it was because of him.

While your side of the story seems plausible, he wasn't sure if he could actually believe it.  Ask Nat you said. Maybe he should. Then he thought about what you said. You had wanted him as much as he had wanted you, AND you said you still seem to like him. He doesn’t know why because he knows he's been horrible to you.

Bucky sighs and picks up his phone to text Nat:

Hey, we're practically in North Dakota. My plan is to be in Washington State by tomorrow, as long as we don’t make too many stops.

Yay! I can’t wait to see you both! How are things going with Y/N?

Bucky looks at his phone and decides he needs to know if you were telling the truth. He quickly types his response to Nat and waits.

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Reader POV

You lay in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about what a clusterfuck the day turned into. First you were basically sitting on egg shells while he ignored your existence, then you just had to bring up the drama. The words that he said, even now make tears come to your eyes. Did he really think of you that way? 

But the way he took care of you, while you had your embarrassing panic attack. He held your hand to his chest and got you to match his breathing. Something tells you that what he said was true, that he did have some feelings for you, at least at some point. He must be a complete asshole if he was willing to help you out of your attach.

Even after you calmed down, he continued to just hold your hand, even brushing his thumb over your knuckles. Just the thought brought goosebumps to your skin. You always thought there was something wrong with you to like him when he's been mean to you, but you can't help it.

Then he kissed you! You can still feel his soft lips on yours, the taste of him in your mouth. God, you had dreamed of him kissing you, and now that you had it, you wanted more. But you couldn’t do that to Nat, plus you don’t know what he thinks of you now anyway. He could be acting like this because you freaked him out with your panic attack.

Then to top off the entire fucked up day, you almost get gang raped when you were just trying to get food. Again, Bucky took care of you and saved you. You owe him so much for that. Now you lay here and wish you had stayed in his room with him. You're too scared to close your eyes, that the nightmares of what could have happened to you will appear. 

Before you even know what you are doing, you find yourself leaving your room and standing in front of his door. You don’t see the light on from under the door and think maybe you should leave him alone. But you knock softly anyway, just to see. After a moment, the door opens to find Bucky in those black sweatpants, hanging low on his hips, no shirt, and his hair in a low bun. He looks surprised to see you.

“Hey… uh… sorry if I woke you, but…. I-I couldn’t sleep…. and–” you stutter through your sentence.

Before you could finish, Bucky takes your hand and pulls you into the room and closes the door.

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You wake up the next morning and find yourself snuggled tightly in Bucky’s arms, with your face nuzzled into his neck. Bucky is still sound asleep, which allows you time to look at him without him knowing. His face is so soft while he sleeps, with his lips parted just slightly. He's just so beautiful! God, you want to kiss him again.

What the hell is wrong with you? This man made your life hell, and now you act like some lovesick puppy! Plus he was dating Nat!

Bucky starts to stir and slowly opens his eyes and looks right into yours. He blushes when he sees how tight he is holding you. 

“Oh… uh sorry. I guess I like to cuddle when I sleep.” he said bashfully, letting you go.

You can’t shake the disappointed feeling of not having his warmth around you. You just smile, “It’s okay… I didn’t mind. Thank you for letting me sleep in here last night,” you say quietly.

Bucky looks from your eyes to your lips, then back. 

“No problem.” he says quickly before getting up out of bed.

You frown, but figure you might as well get up too. You look at the clock and see that it is 5 am. 

“We should get going if we are going to make it to the Washington state line by tonight,” Bucky says as he walks toward his bathroom.

You nod, “I’ll get dressed and meet you at the car in 15 minutes?” you ask as you head toward the door.

Bucky just nods before closing the door to the bathroom. You quickly leave the room and go into yours. You run to the bathroom to freshen up and then change into jeans, a t-shirt, and hoodie. After brushing your teeth and putting your hair up, you pack your things and head out to the car, where Bucky is waiting.

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Chapter 3 / Chapter 5

What a chapter... lol. A lot to unpack. Feedback is appreciated.

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[the-kr8tor]

heheh angst time- and yes, I did mean I got my ass whooped yesterday aha Daily Hobie HC! I feel like one of his worst fears is having to fight you. Allow me to set up the mood >:) Imagine that you've been taken away from him while Hobie was on a mission. Gone, missing. His guts twist at the sight of your empty side of the bed, tears welling as he constantly has to face the fact he lost you. Then all of a sudden- you're back. As soon as he sees you again, coming through the door, Hobie immediately runs towards you, hugging you, murmuring about how he loves you, how he'll never let you go, how he missed you so much. Time passes, and something's off. Your hugs were cold instead of warm, and your hands were tentative against his skin. Your nails dragging against his skin stung more than it soothed. Even your smile seemed too sweet to be true, with your wide eyes and the eerie, subtle shakes of your pupil. Even the colors of your eyes seemed different, as if it were mixed with a singular drop of another completely opposite color. You've given him multiple scares in the night, with how you seemed to 'get water', and have him wake up to you staring at him. Hobie no longer even wakes up to your warm smile or teasing morning kisses. Instead, it's cold, as you simply just get out of bed and get ready, like you weren't with him at all. He gives you the benefit of the doubt, thinking that maybe something happened while you went missing for you to act oddly, and that you just need space. However, all changes when, as swinging around as Spider-Man on his patrols, you attack, managing to cut him out of the air and crashing into the ground with a swift throw of a knife. Your pupils are entirely glowing an eerie gold, a toothy smile stretching itself on your face. Struck with fear, he tries to swing away, but you simply just keep toying with him. Hobie doesn't understand what had happened, even trying to get close at one point but now blood seeps from his chest. The entire scene he refused to fight you, not wanting to hurt you, even if you seemed to intent on killing you. He knows it's not you. You would never act like this. Whatever was happening wasn't on your behalf. Even as you finally grab ahold of him, thrashing him into every hard surface you could, winding him multiple times as the multitude of bruises and cuts send jolts down his spine. He still doesn't fight back, instead just struggling to try and escape. Even as he knows it's the end. Seeing the shining weapon raised above your head, directed straight to his heart, he doesn't fight back. He's too exhausted. Too pained. Too..in love. "I love you, my lil birdie. An' I will keep lovin' you in every universe." (My sad attempt at a cockney accent please forgive me) "Hobes..hey, Hobieee...Hobart Larry Brown! Wake up!" Aaaanywaysss...you're way too kind, I don't think I could write a fully cyberpunk motorbike au fic.. I could try though maybe- not sure if I'd be able to do R- I may just put my sona but we'll see! Also Katy, what do you think about 'Red Spiders', for Hobie's team?:) -🐦‍⬛

No!! Who do I have to beat up?!! I'm ready to throw hands

DAILY HOBIE HC!!! Get your daily hc here!

AHHHHH CAME BACK WRONG TROPE!! YEEESSS!!!

Hmmm you got me theorizing what happened to them 🤔

Him not fighting back 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OH THANK GOD IT'S JUST A DREAM!

Oooohh I love how red spiders are now a thing!!

[ad-hawkeye]

since someone posted a translation on yt i wanted to ask(when you get around to it/free time ofc ofc) what you thought about artem’s dragon breath ssr

my first immediate fucking thought reading this card: WE GET NEIL ANGST FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS?

IN AN AU CARD? WHAT?

okay. alright. that aside, i tend to actually really like au cards in tot, so i was actually pretty hyped about this one (HI FUTURE ME HERE WTF THAT WAS SO GOOD????) thoughts below!

love artem just fucking eating shit with this crest. bro is not fooling anyone

artem: [literally fucking coughing his lungs out] I am In complete Control. Of My Well Being. [coughs up blood

edgy artem with his little scar being all blushy is a new level of hilarity i lov ehim

i LOVE the white silhouette of dragon!artem. me and my dragon bf <3

this whole exchange below.

rosa: i dont want you to leave... artem: rosa: UHHH I MEAN. AS YOUR CHIEF OFFICER,

my beloved trope. being able to pick out your loved one's clone from subtle details.

or possessed loved one. in this case.

me and my possessed dragon bf <3

this is literally the most unnerved ive been reading a tot story ever. and its solely from how uncanny this expression is. dont make this face. what the fuck. i know ur possessed but no thats just wrong you cant do that what the fuck dont make that face

PUT THE CREEPY PLEADING EYES AWAY IT'S UNCANNY ON YOU

you can tell zhao lu is having a fucking blast voicing this part and i am so here for it. like "here artem is being possessed. get a little freaky with it okay. throw in some ominous whispering and laughing while you're at it"

AND HERE COMES ARTEM WITH THE STEEL CHAIR TO FIGHT OFF THE POSSESSION. MY OTHER FAVORITE TROPE!! zhao lu will see a guy fight off his possession and be like is anyone gonna voice him and then not wait for an ans- oh my god did artem just yell. hoooly fuck this guy never yells.

neil and artem fighting to the death in dragon form was not on my tot bingo card but i cannot complain at all

BABE WAKE UP NEIL IS SPEAKING

why is this card story giving more than any of the main timeline stories involving neil ever have. love the theme of the gods preying on the idealistic (neil, artem, mc) in accepting this cursed crest.

"our fates had been intertwined ever since" dear god it feels like they got a year 1 artem writer on this HAHA

on god they're beatin the shit out of artem in this card

bro.. this time shit is giving howl "ive been looking everywhere for you" movingcastle and sophie "find me in the future" hatter and i mean this in the most loving and nostalgic way

oh yeah this au ssr is definitely in his top ones. like right up there with his gufeng ssr.

god the scene with the final art evo is kinda going insane.

ROSA ATTEMPTING TO KILL A GOD. AND THE TWIST. ON SHARING EACH OTHER'S BURDENS. : ) ) ) ) ) WHAT

artem pleading with her to stop. jesus christ. this is the most emotional reaction ive seen from him in a hot minute. . MOre Please. tot.

not them sadly laughing at this situation............. tot.............. tot.

couple goals: severing the gods from humanity.... together <3

i don't think i've felt like this about an artem card since 2021 holy shit

THE MEMORY GEM IN THE EPILOGUE??? OUT OF POCKET???? IM GONNA CRY

chat im gonna cry i miss this dude so much

[naesarangyunho]

Make Up Sex- Jeong Yunho

[I don't own these images credits to the original owners]

NSFW- MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Yunho goes out drinking with San and Mingi and returns home incredibly intoxicated and says something horrible to his wife without thinking. He makes it up to her the next morning though. Contains: Husband! Yunho, Non-Idol au, Some brief angst, Yunho is an ass briefly, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, some domestic fluff at the end

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He wasn't sure why he said it, but he regretted the words the instant that they fell from his tongue.

"For fucks sake, shut the fuck up! My head is killing me and you're making it worse with all your bitching."

He couldn't believe himself and neither could she, judging from the way her brows raised and her eyes widened before her face crumbled.

Never had he ever spoken to her that way and never had he wanted to speak to her that way.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean it, I swear." He tried to reach out for her but she moved out of his reach, tears collecting in her lashes.

"What's come over you, Yunho?"

He reached for her again, "I drank too much, I'm so sorry. Love, I really didn't mean it."

She took a step back, "Don't touch me."

He retracted his hand, "I'm sorry."

She shook her head, "You should have thought about that before you lashed out at me. I only said you should have called me if you were going to stay out so late. Am I not allowed to be concerned about my husband?"

"You're allowed to be concerned. I said I'm sorry, Y/N." He gave her a heartbroken look, one that annoyed her right now because his big puppy eyes always made her feel guilty, regardless of whether she was supposed to or not.

"Don't do that."

His brows furrowed, "Do what?"

She just shook her head, "You know what, nevermind. You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

She walked off in the direction of their room before she could see the way his heart dropped and the look in his eyes that accompanied it. She was angry and hurt and didn't want to see his face and have her resolve crumble.

"Y/N, wait!" He called out but she kept her eyes forward, entered their room, and slammed the door.

"I said I was sorry." He mumbled to himself as he stared at the closed door.

He made his way into the living room, stumbling slightly, his bare feet dragging along the polished wooden floors.

He stripped to his t-shirt and boxers and fell forward onto the couch, face buried in a throw pillow. God, he was such an idiot. He couldn't believe the way he had yelled at his wife like that.

He knew for a fact that he was in the wrong. He had said he was just going for a quick drink with Mingi and San and would be home before eight. He'd still promised to pick up dinner so she wouldn't have to cook. Instead, he had drunk so much with his friends that he got so completely caught up in alcohol and conversation that the thought to call his wife didn't even pass through his mind and he ended up staggering home at two o'clock in the morning instead.

She had waited up for him, genuine concern on her face as he opened the door and tripped into the house, grabbing the doorframe just in time to avoid falling face-first into the floor.

He hadn't answered his phone and since San and Mingi were just as occupied as him, they didn't answer theirs either. She had been really worried about him but her concern was instantly laced with anger as she realised how intoxicated he was.

His head was aching and she had been asking questions- in retrospect, questions that were appropriate for the situation and not just her nagging him- and he'd snapped at her.

He groaned as he turned onto his side on the couch, pulling his feet up from where they were hanging over the edge.

He really had to make it up to her somehow. But that would have to wait, he thought. She was probably still hurt and livid and he knew it was best to give her space and let her cool down rather than prod further.

He didn't even have a blanket. He wasn't about to go and get one from the room though, so he just curled up and pulled a throw pillow under his head. He deserved this, no disputing that.

Eventually, he fell asleep.

***

When Yunho cracked his eyes open the next morning, the light shining through the living room curtains hitting him in the face, he groaned.

His back ached, his head ached, his mouth was dry and he was getting hot.

Hot?

He looked down at his body- there was a fluffy blanket covering him. He smiled slightly; she didn't hate him completely.

He sat up, yawned, stretched and stood up to make his way to the kitchen.

It was only seven o'clock and being a Saturday, his wife was probably sleeping in.

He made quick work of gulping down some headache tablets and water before leaning back against the counter. He'd been such an ass last night.

He wasn't an overly clingy person but missed his wife and waking up next to her. He felt horribly guilty about last night and really wanted to make it up to her.

Yunho left the kitchen and made his way down the passage to their bedroom and gently pushed the closed door open.

She was still fast asleep. Her face was slightly more puffy than usual and it looked like she had cried herself to sleep. He felt so guilty. They never fought and he couldn't even remember the last time he'd made her cry from anything but pleasure. It hurt.

He crept into bed alongside her and gently wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his chest. She stirred as she felt him press a tender kiss to her shoulder.

He pressed another soft kiss to her neck and she moved her head instinctively to let him nuzzle his face into her neck, her body accustomed to this even though she was still half asleep.

"Yunho?" She murmured and he hummed, kissing her neck again.

She cuddled back into his chest, letting him spoon her but her body stiffened as she woke up properly and remembered the previous night's events.

She struggled weakly in his arms but he held her tight against his chest.

"Let me go, Yunho."

"I really am sorry, sweetheart. Please forgive me?"

She stopped squirming and turned in his arms to face him, "Are you really?"

He nodded, "I am. I was very wrong for what I did. I am really sorry and feel horrible about it. I don't like hurting you."

"You really did though, Yunho. I know it sounds stupid because it was just some words but-"

He kissed her softly, "It's not stupid, my love. I was nasty and I hurt you. You didn't deserve such unkind words when all you were was worried about me."

She reached a hand up to stroke his sleep-mussed hair, "I can't stay mad at you and those puppy eyes of yours for long. I forgive you but don't yell at me like that again, okay? I highly doubt the couch is comfortable."

He let out a small laugh, "It is not."

He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her mouth, "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you?"

She smiled and cupped his jaw in her hand, "Oh? How are you intending to do that?"

He gave her a mischievous grin before leaning in to kiss her properly and pull her tighter against his body. She smiled against his mouth before returning the kiss, her hand resting on the nape of his neck.

It didn't take long for the slow, lazy make out session to turn into heated kisses and tongues meeting.

His hands slid down her body to cup her backside and push her hips against his. He was hardening against her and she couldn't help but press herself against him, heat pooling in her stomach and her body seeking friction as her arousal blossomed within her.

He rolled his hips into hers and she gasped into his mouth, a hand shooting down to grip his hip and hold him against her as she pressed herself hard against him, grinding against his hard dick in lazy circles.

He bit her lip, a large hand sliding into her panties to grip her bare ass.

Her hand slid up from his hip and under his shirt, brushing over his stomach to rest on his chest, just above his heart.

She found comfort in the way she could feel it beat beneath her palm. She was being honest when she said she couldn't stay mad at him- she loved him too much. She had loved him for so long and with each passing wedding anniversary, she found herself loving him impossibly more. Her heart was so full of affection for this man.

"What's up?" He questioned, pulling back a little to look at her.

She just shook her head with a small smile, "Nothing. I'm just thinking about how terribly in love I am with you,"

He slid his hand up under her shirt and placed it down over her heart between the valley of her breasts, mirroring her actions, "That should be my line, sweetheart."

He gave her a small smile before closing his eyes and pressing his lips to hers again. The hand resting above her heart moved over to cup one of her breasts instead and she gasped as he lightly kneaded the soft flesh.

His mouth moved to her jaw and neck, tracing the column of her throat with his kisses. He rolled his hips into hers again and she couldn't help the small moan that escaped her.

The sound spurred him on, hand moving from her breast to slide slowly over her stomach and into her panties.

She pushed against his hand involuntarily, her body seeking even the smallest amount of friction.

Undiluted desire coursed through his body as he slid his fingers up through her wetness to her clit and could feel it practically pulsing beneath his fingertips.

His dick was painfully hard at this point and aching to be buried inside his wife.

He lazily circled her clit with a finger before pushing two fingers into her. She took them well, whimpering as they stroked along her walls. His long, pretty fingers have always been so good at reaching places she couldn't by herself and conjured up new heights of pleasure in her.

He kissed her neck and moved his mouth to the shell of her ear, "Do you want my fingers or my dick?"

She pushed down against his hand, "Can't I have both?"

He chuckled and kissed her, "Of course you can, sweetheart. Anything for you."

He picked up the pace of his fingers a little, curling them so they brushed along her g-spot perfectly with each stroke.

"Oh, Yunnie," She sighed and he caught her lips in a tender kiss.

There was no rush, he moved his fingers at a leisurely pace, not too fast and not too slow. Just at the right pace to prolong her pleasure as long as he could.

She moved her hips, urging his fingers deeper inside of her but she didn't rush him. She enjoyed it like this occasionally, enjoyed him making love to her instead of fucking her.

He sped up a little more as he felt her breathing become very laboured and felt her walls clench around his fingers.

"Yunho," She moaned and with a few more strokes of Yunho's fingers, she fell apart, her hands scrambling to grip onto whatever part of him she could.

He kissed her neck softly, nibbling at the skin as he let her ride out her orgasm before removing his fingers.

He wiped his hand on the bed sheet and despite still being fuzzy from her orgasm, she poked him.

"How many times have I told you not to do that? You're not the one who has to do the laundry."

He chuckled and kissed her, "Sorry, ma'am."

"Hmm. Make it up to me. Go ahead and do what you promised to do."

He laughed again, tugged her panties down and kicked off his boxers before turning her over on her side so that he was spooning her.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhh."

Still on his side he lifted her top leg and pushed forward and let his dick slide through her folds, brushing her clit briefly.

"Help me a little, sweetheart."

She reached back under her leg and gripped him and guided him inside of her.

He inhaled sharply at the sensation of gliding into her in this position, her previous orgasm making it easier. While this position didn't provide a lot of leverage to thrust up into her, it did provide a new angle that allowed him to push into her sensitive spot with each thrust and it also made her squeeze tighter around him.

He thrusted up slowly, pushing against her g-spot almost perfectly and she gasped out a moan, her hand shooting down to cover the one he had holding her thigh up.

He pushed his face into her neck, leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses on her skin and the sensation only added further tension to the knot steadily tightening in her belly with each leisurely thrust of Yunho's dick.

Yunho groaned against her neck, "You feel so good, love. So tight for me."

She just whimpered, unable to formulate a response as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm.

He picked up the pace as much as this position would allow him to and she squeezed her walls around his dick, helping him chase after his own orgasm.

He moaned against her neck and bit her lightly. She moaned at the feeling of his teeth on her skin and started to meet his thrusts as best she could.

Eventually, Yunho pulled out very briefly and quickly turned her onto her back before driving back into her with a renewed fervour.

"Oh, fuck, Yunho."

Yunho kissed her, groaning against his lips as his orgasm began to approach him very swiftly. He tried to tide it back a little longer. This was meant to be about his wife and making her feel good, he didn't want to cum first.

"Sweetheart, I need you to cum for me." He pleaded breathlessly, fingers moving between their bodies to find her clit.

She reached up to grip his shoulders, her nails scratching at his skin as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

"Come on, my love. Cum for me, sweetheart."

All it took was those words and one more perfectly angled thrust and then she was coming apart beneath him with a choked cry of his name.

A few more thrusts and he followed after her, spilling himself inside of her. She whimpered and wrapped her legs around his to hold him there for just a little longer.

He kissed her gently before pulling out and rolling off of her to lay next to her and catch his breath.

Neither of them said anything for a while, just basking in the afterglow of their orgasms for a moment.

Yunho turned on his side, holding himself up by his elbow and resting his head in his hand as he reached his other hand out to cup her face, his thumb stroking along the skin of her cheek.

"Am I forgiven now?"

She poked his stomach playfully, "I already said you were. But you've definitely made it up to me."

He smiled and kissed her.

"Okay, let's clean up and then I'll make you breakfast," Yunho said, sitting up and scooting over to the edge of the bed.

She sat up quickly, "Absolutely not."

"What?"

"You're not cooking. Last time you tried, you burnt the food so badly I couldn't save it."

He gasped indignantly and pointed an accusatory finger at her, "Hey, that was your fault! You were the one that initiated the make out session that distracted me!"

She blushed lightly but remained resolute, "Be that as it may, you're not going near the stove again."

He gave her puppy eyes, this time on purpose, and she huffed dramatically.

"Damn you. Fine, you handle the toast and I'll handle the eggs and bacon. Does that make you feel better?"

"A little."

She laughed and crawled over to him on the bed to kiss him.

"Distracting me again?"

"Maybe."

She kissed him again, longer this time.

"Love, I know what you're trying to do. I'm hungry though and not just for you. Breakfast first and then maybe we can find another use for the countertop after."

She bit his lip, "Promise?"

He kissed her again before standing up and walking to their en suite bathroom, "Promise!"

She jumped out of bed and ran up to him, slapping his ass with a giggle.

"Hey!"

She stuck her tongue out at him before hopping in the shower ahead of him.

He watched her for a second. God, he loved that woman so much.

"Keep standing there like that and I'll use all the hot water."

"No, you will not. I'm coming."

And then he was in the shower with her, and more giggles filled the room as they messed around and teased each other further.

It was good to have things back to the way they were before. As fun as make up sex had been, he planned on never having a reason to do it again. No more fighting.

A/N: Reminder that requests are open♡

[starwalker03]

I have thoughts and questions on the au of WMLP where the league actually gets the kids out. Just the Drama of the league saving Kaldur and Conner only to find out Dick and M’Gaan are alive! And worse off! Artemis is fine?? She’s living with a internationally, wanted assassin, but not being abused, tortured or enslaved?? Kids thinks she’s fine.

What would Artemis do if her friends got saved? Would she come home? Drop the father bomb on Roy and Oliver and try to go back to normal? Continue with revenge?

It could be really funny if each time the JL rescued one of their kids, said kid complained and told them they should have saved another one. Save Conner and he goes “you need to get Dick out. Don’t work about me!” Try to save Dick and he complains “why are you bothering with me? You’re just tipping the Light off. You should have gotten M’Gaan out.” Like getting the jump on Deathstroke is simpler then taking on the Light.

I like to imagine they got Slade by hiring him from a shell company identity and jumping him and Renegade on the job with the entire Justice League. Batman pulling out all the stops. I also think Dick would fight with Slade until Slade ordered him to give up or abandoned him to escape. Even with the League calling his name and trying to tell him they’re here to save him. Can’t stop my love of angst and drama. Also idea of Slade ordering Dick to stand down with hand signals and Angry Superman jumping in Slade’s face for it.

These kids (who are no longer kids) are such a mess. Imagine Black Canary getting to unpack all that. She’ll need therapy. Comes out of a therapy session with Dick or M’Gaan right to Oliver like “I need you to convince me not to kill someone.”

kaafgbjkbelcna;kncioewnknvuwencnvioevbweonk man.

no but you're right that would be Conner's reaction. just immediately starts chewing out the nearest leaguer because 'you idiot! you just completely lost the advantage of surprise! the hell do you think you're doing oh my god- nope. no get out of my face i need to go stare at a wall because I'm gonna strangle someone this is ridiculous' and Clark in the background like 'buddy. buddy, can we talk? hey, you know Dick is dead right? you were at his funeral, remember?' which does not end well.

God, Artemis. if her friends were saved. now there's a thought. yeah she probably would come home. assuming this is around five years in and Jade has had the kiddo, I think she'd want to stay with Jade to help her with the baby but also she'd run home and hug Oliver and M'Gaan and Dinah and immediately drag Roy home with her by the ear. Then I think she'd gather the six of them all together and start plotting revenge.

That is definitely a good way to go about grabbing Renegade from Slade. God the idea of Dick desperately fighting to protect Slade while he's telling him to stand down and retreat and the league are yelling at him to stand down because he's safe. fuck man. Dick waking up and as soon as he sees someone in arm's reach socking them across the jaw. he has to be restrained and oddly enough it makes him feel better. the leaguers desperatly trying to get through to him, for him to say he doesn't want to be what he is, so they have grounds to not turn him over to the UN and throw him in Belle Reve. Dick refusing to comply until They get M'Gaan in and she tells him it's okay and they can get through this and maybe, just maybe, if they play this right they don't have to go back to how things were. AH. ANGST. amazing. I appreciate this.

[streamdotpng]

Prompt... hmm.... darn, the only thing coming to mind is angst.... oh wait! Hb a coffee shop au? U know wut, a lil practice to warm up before i go into the non-wenclair one.

...

It was a drizzly morning in new york, only a week since Enid had moved there. They had thought there had to be a few coffee shops in the surrounding blocks, turns out there was only one.

Howya Bean, a quaint cottage core lesbian run coffee parlor doubling as a subaru dealership. The young wolf had only found it when the owners basically kidnapped them...

They had just scoped out their walk to work for any place that sold coffee and was heading home, when suddenly they were yanked by their hoodie into a dark alley.

"What the helium!?!"

"Oh really? You're getting a stranger involved now?" Says a feminine voice, hidden from view by their original assaulter.

"Bro what?!?" Enid struggles to get free or atleast get a good look at their captors.

"Yes really, you can't seem to make any sort of decision unless 'fate' intervenes. Thus, i have grabbed fate to intervene. Will you stop struggling!?" Says their current captor, throwing her towards the first voice.

"What do you want?! Please don't kill me!" It had only been a day since Enid had finally moved into her new apartment. They used to live in San Francisco, sure, but not IN the city, in the woody outskirts.

"Why would we kill you?? We just wanna know which color might look better for our website" finally getting a better look at the two, Enid makes the observation that the one whom grabbed her off the street has a shine to her dark skin akin to a merperson, and the other has the deep red eyes of a vampire.

"Hah?" Is Enids eloquent reply to the supposed vampire.

"Bianca!! Did you really kidnap someone off the sidewalk!?" The indecisive one says, with both an impressed and confused look on her face. "Did you even ask for a name first?!"

"Well what was i supposed to do? Say "hey, can you come into this dark dingy alley to choose a background color for my website?"? No! They'd call the cops!" Bianca turns to look toward Enid, "would you have come down here if i asked you that?"

"Maybe?"

"Wait what? You would've?" The vampire(possibly) looks at her incredulously, "do you have no self preservation instincts?!"

"Yes?"

"Anyway, what color should we make our background?"

...And thats how they met them, and consequently learned of their coffee shop slash subaru dealership.

They entered the dingy exterior to reveal the most confusing shop of all time, and quickly makes their way to the cafe at the back.

"The usual diabetes please, and a chocolate croissant. Anything new with Divina?" Enid inquires with her new bestie. The hot goss was that Yoko the vampire, and Bianca the siren were actually NOT dating as Enid had at first thought, but that Yoko was enamored with Bianca's friend from nevermore. And Enid did not want to miss a single deet.

"Just the same old, same old. That'll be $8.69, though i did give her flowers yesterday" faking nonchalants, the young barista rings her up.

"OH EM GEE!! How did she react? What happened?! I need all the deets, right. Now." Jumping up and down, they grab her hands.

The door opens with a heavy creak, and a chill comes rushing in. It's the middle of summer.

"I'll tell you later, I've got another customer to tend to" motioning toward the dark presence that just entered. Enid makes a gesture like they understand and steps toward the pickup counter.

The thin, black and white filtered stranger makes their order and Enid picks their own up and goes to take a drink, and completely forgetting that it was pipping hot, burns their tongue.

"Ah! Hogh hogh hogh hogh hogh!! Yoko!! Ishe pwease, gegh shum ishe pwease!"

At the exclamations, the mysterious strangers mouth turns up the slightest bit and Enid just barely catching it forgets everything and just stands there dumbly.

Such absolute evil in that tiniest of expressions, and all Enid can do is stare, hypnotized. That is until this scary stranger notices, then it's gone.

...

Welp, that was fun. Not nearly what i thought would happen when i started writing this, they kinda did whatever they wanted there.

They/them Enid is so amazing, love them.

Needed to get the romantic coffee au out of my system. Might write more, but i have no clue what it would go like

-coffee anon

OMYGOD COFFEE ANON YOU WRITE???

I'm just kinda reeling at the coffee shop/car dealership happening like huh

How does that work 😭 either way I love the idea, thank you

Ofcourse wedneaday would be amused at Enid literally in pain, the sadist

[kirozai]

No because imagine like "disciplining" the acolyte basically the acolyte get on there yandere shit and you don't like it so you give them a punishment it could be the cold shoulder just you being mean or a more " physical punishment"

The Arcons (I think that's how you spell it I don't know man😞)

Basically someone do something the Arcons don't like they get mad and hurt the person you get pissed off and punish them

archons* 😭 dw anon we all get spelling mixed up

“that’s enough from all of you.”

CW: angst, religious themes, cult au, sagau, self awareness, yandere themes

synopsis: the different type of punishments you give to the archons.

T.O.R: gn!reader, god!reader, darling!reader

zhongli

“please your grace i beg your forgiveness!”

gosh.. you sure got them riled up haven’t you?

i suppose at times zhongli does go quite overboard. no matter what power they have over you or the whole entire world, the one truly in power is you. you could have the world of teyvat destroyed in a matter of minutes if it was your wish.

zhongli is strong and can endure much of your insults or punishments. he will take them all with no question. but there is a point, when you give him no eye whatsoever, he beg and begs, this is where you’ll see him on his knees on a daily occurrence.

this is where you can get what you want no matter what you want. zhongli is basically a puppy infront of you…. waiting for a drop of attention. oh but don’t break him to much, stone that has been cracked is quite difficult to repair….

venti

“w-wait! f-forgive me your grace it won’t happen again!”

venti absolutely knows when he has pushed to far, which is when he starts profusely apologizing out of fear and regret.

the fear that you’ll throw him out, never pay any need of attention to him. all of those things will shatter his core. he can’t, its killing him inside, he’s like a trapped bird in a cage with no right way out. he will do absolute everything to appease you.

sometimes it’s kind’ve cute though. when his annoying demeanor turns into a hurt puppy against his god.

venti hates the pain. physical punishments make him shrivel up in distress. so a piece of advice. unless you want a clingy bard following you around begging for forgiveness stay away from the physical punishments. its also much better to just ask him to be clingy if your into the that stuff.

baal

“i’ll do anything! anything!!”

baal’s fantasy of spending an eternity of you is shaken by the fact she did something wrong to be punished.

she’s in fear that she has made a mistake and one of the biggest mistake she made was the vision hunt decree. the punishments were harsh but justified. it made her learn to keep her place in your domain.

baal is probably the most fragile out of the three, immediately offering up her own nation to make you haply with her. afterall who needs a nation anyways?

punishments would range from lack of physical touch to complete isolation, but it’s different. she has to think about you might hating her for the rest of her life. an eternity.

during those times though, she thinks if eternity is really what she wants, but of course, she will be running back to you right when she has the chance.

an angst and fluff prompt in one day!! yayy!!! im glad i was able to complete this! -12:16am!

kirozai out!

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[wolves-in-the-world]

[original security knife ficlet here, qwat au inspiration here]

Featuring injuries, angst, casual discussion of violence, and a much-needed nap.

[1.8k, also on Ao3]

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"I'm not expecting you to sleep," Quinn says, like the very idea is laughable. Like they didn't just almost kill each other on their first meeting. Like he's having the time of his life getting his ribs kicked in, losing a molar (temporarily), cosying up to Eliot Spencer (remains to be seen), and betraying the most dangerous man he's likely to ever meet (potentially very permanently).

There's something very wrong with him, Eliot's almost sure. But he's hardly in a place to throw stones.

"Just saying you can lie down and rest while I listen out for trouble," Quinn continues, easy as anything. "You've been on the road for weeks now. You've got to be exhausted."

Eliot grits his teeth as he zips the duffel shut, using the motion to get a sense for how badly he's wrenched his shoulder. It'll have to do. He doesn't exactly have the option to rest it. Doesn't exactly have the option to rest at all. "I'll pass."

"C'mon, Spencer." Eliot isn't sure if the thickening of Quinn's accent is a deliberate ploy or something more unconscious. "If you're accepting my help, you're gonna have to close your eyes in front of me sooner or later."

Eliot's already made his calls. He got one old contact talking at length about the smart-mouthed young hitter who ruined her operation, another telling him that Mister Quinn still owes them thirteen dollars and forty-seven cents after losing a bet, and a solid letter of recommendation from someone Eliot would trust with his life.

Used to, at least. He's got more to risk these days.

He's beyond exhausted. He can't deny that. He's been all sharp edges and hollow adrenaline since the fight, was running on fumes before that, had a catnap in some public toilets yesterday because he needed it, almost couldn't help it, figured it was unlikely anyone would expect it of him. He stopped after the third time he jerked awake at the sound of footsteps, dizzy and queasy from the interruptions and the smells.

He needs to rest. And this guy is worse off than Eliot is—he can count the broken ribs by the way Quinn's holding himself—and Eliot would know if Moreau had him under his thumb. A one-off job, then. It's a messy form of suicide to accept a job from Moreau then refuse to complete it, but Eliot's not going to be the one to stop him.

Letting his guard down around him, though...

"You want to take down the next guy he sends, be my guest." Eliot's voice sounds hoarse to his ears, like he's coming down with a cold. Shit, he'd better not be. "But I'm not letting you keep watch while I rest."

Quinn seems to consider that, consider him. If Quinn weren't so visibly hurt from their earlier confrontation, he'd bristle under that even more. As it is, he still feels the urge to show his teeth and make sure Quinn respects him. Respect is the only thing a hitter has.

Then Quinn lets out a sigh and reaches for the back of his waistband, and Eliot's on his feet in a second because Quinn said he'd left all his weapons in the pile in the corner but Eliot's not a fool, and he's fully ready to slam his head against the bedframe and leave the mess for someone else to find when Quinn says, as calm as before, "Here."

He's flipping the knife around, offering Eliot the hilt. His eyes are steady on Eliot's but from the tension in his posture that's a little more than residual, Eliot's guessing he felt the stress of the moment too.

He keeps his voice level. "You got any more of those hidden away?"

"It's my favourite knife," Quinn says, with a shrug that isn't an apology. "I don't part with it."

Exactly why it would be his favourite, Eliot can't be sure. People get sentimental about their weapons. Superstitious, too. Eliot had a gun he favoured, before... he left. He can't be sure Quinn's telling the truth.

Except it's not the first gesture of trust he's offered. Even calling a halt like he did, slumped back against the wall with an arm wrapped around himself and glaring at Eliot without much fire to it, and Eliot had been a fool to ease back too, to think that it might be anything but a trap, but Quinn had been asking—had been listening—and Eliot hadn't wanted to kill him. That was what this entire mess had been about.

At least, he thinks so. That decision isn't one he can examine just yet. But he's sure he has to do better. Sure he has to be better.

He accepts the knife just to get a closer look at it. There's wear on the hilt like it's been handled a lot, wear on the blade like it's been sharpened often. It's very clean. It's not new. And when he glances back up to the other man's face he sees a wariness quickly tucked away in those brown eyes, like Quinn's offered more than he wanted to.

Huh.

"You gonna keep watch without any weapons?" He twirls the knife in his hand to show that he can, catches the blade between thumb and forefinger and flips it again, the hilt a reassuring thwack against his palm.

"I'll shout if trouble finds us. Don't want you missing out on the fun." There's just a hint of playfulness to his expression now, but enough that Eliot has to check himself. Quinn looks even younger when he smiles, and he has to know that. Useful skill for someone like them to have.

"If you try anything," Eliot says, pulling the blanket from the bed and dumping it on the floor in front of their shared weapons stash, "I'm finishing the job."

"I'd expect nothing less," says Quinn, because—as Eliot is quickly figuring out—he's one cheeky bastard.

Eliot doesn't intend to sleep. He can get enough rest to recharge a bit for now, and there'll be other opportunities once he's—they've—moved to a safehouse that's less easily compromised. He settles himself down, just enough composure left to keep from vocalising the pain, though Quinn must know he broke Eliot's rib too. One last glance through cracked eyelids shows Quinn's still sitting where he was before, gingerly walking his fingers over his side to check for damage. There's a boot-shaped bruise there that's going to be black in a few hours.

Eliot closes his eyes, and the spinning in his head quickly fades to nothing.

~

When he wakes his body is a scream, his head throbbing, and the quality of light in the room suggests it's been at least six hours. It's far longer than he meant to rest, and he could kick himself for it. Might, when he's feeling better.

More sleep would honestly be ideal—but even if that were an option, he has to see to himself first.

It takes a moment to register a soft, irregular sound and track it to the chair he left Quinn in. He cracks his eyes open and sees the hitter tired but still aware: cheek swollen, one eye bruised, bandages peeking out from his sleeve. He's tapping a rhythm against his knee with two fingers.

Morse, Eliot realises, after another embarrassingly long moment. (Fuck, he really needed that sleep.) He dutifully matches patterns to letters, which even more slowly shape themselves into words.

Hamlet?

If he's reached the 'translating plays to stay focused' portion of his watch, he must be getting desperate.

Eliot uncurls his fingers from the knife first, realising he's held it so tight that they've gone numb. Then he shifts his weight to lever himself up, head still swimming—but more manageable than before—and the tapping stops.

"Eliot Spencer," Quinn greets, not moving from his chair.

"Quinn," he grunts out, because a promise kept needs some acknowledgement. Not enough for a 'Mister' though. He's had enough of performative superiority for a lifetime. "You gonna be fit to travel?"

"I'm a professional." He sounds genuinely offended. Eliot allows himself a little satisfaction at that. "You need a hand with your injuries?"

Letting him keep watch while he sleeps is one thing. That's another. "I've got it," he says, picking up his duffel on the way to what barely passes for a bathroom. He'll be leaving the weapons unattended, but it's a calculated risk. He's pretty sure he'll hear if Quinn goes after them. And he has to give Quinn a chance to betray him sooner or later.

He has to stop at the door, suddenly finding himself one hand short. He's still holding Quinn's knife. He flips it around, offers it back. "Here."

It's not a thank you. It's nothing as soft as that. From the way Quinn's eyebrows shift, his face softening—the uninjured parts of it, at least—it might as well have been. He doesn't comment. At least he has some self-preservation.

Eliot undresses bit by bit to see to himself in the bathroom, not wanting to be caught entirely naked if he has to spring into action. (He learned that one the hard way.) As he takes stock of his physical hurts, he grudgingly assesses his situation.

Just one month, and his whole world changed. Some of it— he can never take back. Never even try to. Some of it, his decision, his fleeing, he's committed to now. Not for Toby, who deserved a better friend after what he did for Eliot, and not for Aimee, who's living her life without him. Not even for himself. Not the time to dwell on that now.

Just one day, and his whole situation is different. Maybe it's the actual sleep getting to him. Maybe it's someone else looking out for him in a way Eliot hasn't had, not properly, since he was in the military. Maybe he's clutching at anything that can keep him afloat and what he's apparently found is this curly-haired, soft-faced killer who seemed absurdly happy to get into a fight with him, and absurdly willing to turn around and lend a hand when Eliot told him why he wasn't going back.

Maybe it's just nice to spend a little time with someone like him. Someone who knows at least a bit of what that means.

Truth be told, he's not much better off than he was yesterday. His safehouse isn't as safe as he hoped, Quinn's handiwork is on his ribs, his abdomen, his arms, his thighs. He has another person to keep an eye on until they show their true colours—or simply get bored and leave. Eliot isn't counting anything out.

Today, though. He can plan for today, and stay as cautious as he knows how to, and accept the help that's offered him.

For today, at least, Eliot has an ally.

[poisonouswritings]

I absolutely love your headcanons about Balsam! I think he's so underrated and I'm happy to see someone giving him some attention! With that being said, can I make a request on how Balsam would be like in a relationship with MC if he never died and instead came along with the journey? Thank you so much, have a lovely day!

BALSAM DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A LAST NAME!! HE WAS ONE OF SAGE'S BEST FRIENDS AND HELPED FOUND THE GRIEFERS WITH SAGE AND LUCAN AND WHYYYY DOESN'T HE GET MORE ATTENTION AND WHY DIDN'T SAGE GET TO ACTUALLY REALLY MOURN HIM AND WHY DOES HE GET COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN AND- *slams hands on table hard enough to make my bird fall off their perch*

...anyways I'm fine. I'm normal. I'm sedated. I'm still really pissy about it but it's fine. I'll give Balsam the love he deserves it's fine. Someone needs to give this man more than 2 minutes of screentime or I will scream

GN!Reader, plot-related unpleasantness, this man needs some hugs, I maintain my headcanon that Tulsi grew up with him as a brother, I'll keep it pre-chapter 11 and most of it is pretty vague anyways

When you and Sage went to Balsam's house, let's say that Anisa and Felix didn't follow you guys. I don't think Balsam would be willing to help unless Sage told him exactly what happened with Lucan give years ago, because in his mind Sage betrayed them all and Balsam really needs to understand why.

Sage tries to send you outside but Balsam insists you stay because if you're helping Sage then you deserve to know too. So you're kinda just there as the two ilephtas reluctantly pull up some chairs around the rickety little table. Balsam pulls out some whiskey because this is a conversation he doesn't think either he or Sage can do stone sober.

When he finds out that Lucan went full corrupted and attacked Sage,, that's what ultimately makes him join you guys. Because he knows that corruption affects you and your psyche but he also knows just how deeply Lucan cared about Sage, so the fact he tried to kill him without any real hesitation,,, that scares him. He doesn't want that.

So he agrees to head back to Fathom and tell you guys everything he knows. He also brings that little bottle of corruption potion for Felix to examine, and where to find the other Griefers so Sage can get Zenith back

I still don't think he knows all that much about Elowen, so while the Starsworn continue looking for her, Balsam stays at Fathom to teach you how to fight. And I think that's what leads to the relationship forming. You're able to vent about how frustrated you are at getting left behind all the time, and he's able to relate because,, well that's what happened to him when you really think about it. Lucan died, Sage vanished, and Balsam just got left behind.

I cast 'abandonment issues' upon him for +13 damage

So he starts tagging along. Sage is obviously happy that he's got his friend back, though he could do without Balsam recounting a bunch of embarrassing stories

Bas teaches you how to throw a punch so the next time Sage jokingly tells you to hit him you fucking knock him out. Balsam is so proud :')

You guys meet Elowen in the tunnel and Balsam is like [ ] this close to headbutting her while Sage is also [ ] this close to stabbing her and now you have to wrangle two (2) feral ilephtas

See I could make this a AU thing where because you aren't with Sage, you aren't there to keep him from giving in to Rime (chapter 6) and then potentially the whole corruption thing happens much earlier on but,, I'm,,, not gonna do that because the potential for angst is just really fucking high. Maybe I'll do it later if someone asks.

Anyways Balsam might be able to tell you guys that LoS is back! Because in-game he mentions a 'master' and maybe that's Rime but I think it's more likely if it's LoS. So now you guys have a slight upper-hand!

Balsam is,, very worried about you. Much like Sage, he also wants to send you home before shit hits the fan. But you're stubborn and are determined to stay and resolve this, so at the very least he's going to teach you how to defend yourself. Overall he is just very protective

The first time he sees Tulsi again she beats him up for being gone for so long

Calls Sage out on his bullshit but also calls out Felix and Anisa when needed. Good for him.

Definitely enjoys taking you out to explore places but,, he doesn't wear a shirt,,, so you guys can't go anywhere fancy. I don't think he likes fancy places anyways tho

Side note Balsam in a button-up shirt but it's not actually buttoned it's just hanging open... Hehehehe

Someone hits on you and Balsam just headbutts them

I think he lifts you a lot. Like you'll be talking to Anisa about your magic training or something and Bas just comes up behind you and picks you up. You're so used to it you don't even blink anymore.

When Gramme comes back,, Balsam is incredibly wary and refuses to let you near him. He admits that something just feels really wrong about Gramme but he can't explain it. He keeps swearing he knows Gramme somehow but he can't connect the dots.

Either way He Will Keep You Safe Damnit

[killerskillercaptain]

Forget Me Not - part I

this work is based on this request

pairing : levi ackerman x reader

wc 1,8 k +

themes : reincarnation au, canonverse to modern au, Levi and Reader both reincarnate in modern au, Levi remembers his past life, reader does not.

warnings : lots of angst, death of reader, cursing.

You dragged your blades along the flesh of another titan's neck, tearing through it just enough to kill the giant. You watched the titan fall and crash while you landed on the ground using your ODM gear.

"Shit !" you muttered a bit panicked

Those were your last usable blades, all of the others already broke and the remaining ones were too damaged, weathered by the long and repetitive moves.

You looked around you, there were so many soldiers dead, their bodies lying flat on the ground, but you couldn't spot a single blade fit for use near any of the corpses, all of their swords had either been snapped in half, crushed or are still planted on the giant bodies trying to eat you alive.

Never had a battle been so demanding and tiresome, you don't recall seing a mission this gruesome, and you were a vet ! If there was a hell on earth, this would be it. Even the weather wasn't in your favor; it was raining blood, the air was filled with a repugnant smell that you soldiers were all too familiar with, the smell of titans body fluids and body parts rotting not far away from you. All of this was bearable you thought, grown accustomed to, what was never tolerable was the cries of your comrades getting eaten alive. The sound of their bodies crushed or getting bitten sounded new each time. It was strange, there was all this killing going on, all these horrible deaths happening right now, the rain and the muffled sounds of bones being crushed at the palms of faith, and some last words you could barely comprehend, but strangely enough, time seemed to stop for you, everything around you began to become distant and you could feel what resembled a calmness inside the turmoil inside of you. What was this odd feeling you thought, looking down at your hands, you observed the spoilt blades of your two swords, your hands weren't shaking anymore, and you found yourself in a bizarre state of apathy.

Did you accept your nearing death ? Were you going to stop fighting and let today be your last ? What could you do ? There were still more titans than soldiers, you were on your knees, incapable of making them move, even if there was a blade you could use on a body somewhere, you wouldn't be able to reach it without getting in the visual field of a titan, it would be like rushing to your death. You were stuck, your years of experience had taught you to assess quickly and effectively situations, and you knew you couldn't kill or save now, you could only run for your life, an option you couldn't bring yourself to do, maybe someone will come, someone with reinforcement and equipment.

You couldn't desert a battlefield. Looking up at the sky, you closed your eyes, cancealing the horrors of your surroundings, you prayed for one person to show up, only one person could make a way out of this hopeless situation.

Eyes still closed, you thought about Levi Ackerman, you wondered where he could be right now, you thought about the way he methodically does his job, nice and clean, no one being able to match his skills, you thought about how much he hated casualties and pointless deaths. As foolish and frivolous it was, you thought about his jet black hair and the way it would fall on his face while he escapes from a titan's grip, how his jaw clenches when he's faced with a particularly bothersome specimen, you weren't aware you picked up on those things until now, not to forget how his body spins, like a dancer in a deadly ballet. You also thought about how he always kept an eye on you every time you were together on a field, his eyes always trying to locate you somehow, you caught him so many times throwing worried glances at you, especially in dangerous situations, more than any other of his comrades. Did it mean anything ? You never thought about it that way, come to think of it, you never knew what Levi Ackerman thought of you, were you just a another comrade to him or someone more important ? Those questions were going to stay unanswered. All those times you caught him eyeing you, overprotecting you, asking you if you ate, slept, rested at the most random of occasions.

And him ? Did he know what you thought of him ?

You felt the ground tremble underneath you all of a sudden, you looked beside you and you saw a giant human-like feet, its nails extremely dirty, a long and deep cut carving an opening at its ankle, leaving the insides completely visible. When did you get accustomed to such disgusting sights ? The titan bent over, watching your form, you were looking up at him now.

He has a friendly face you thought.

You pictured Levi in your head, for maybe what you thought was your last moment. He hated futile losses.

"Don't you dare die on me" he always said.

An ear piercing sound blew out of nowhere and a black signal tore the sky apart. You saw a small figure jump from tree to tree using an ODM gear, you didn't recognize who it was until the silhouette landed next to you, only inches away. Blood and rain on his face, Levi pulled you up by your underarm.

"GET UP ! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?

"I don't- i don't know what had gotten into me Levi"

"I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT MOVE IT"

He let go of your arm and grabbed you by the collar of your cape and forced you to stand on your now shaky legs.

"I'm out of gas Levi"

"What ?"

If you've never seen Levi panic, you did now. His eyes darted around frenetically, from the titans to the dead bodies then back to you again. He was grabbing you by the arm again, you could feel his long fingers digging into your forearm, he was tense and panicking. Panicking because both of you didn't have horses, but mostly because he had only one gas bottle left.

Levi looked down, trying to asses the situation and come with a plan for both of you to shun the titans and get out safely while having just enough gas for one person. Feeling a hot puff on the top of your heads you both looked up just in time to see two big eyes and a large mouth ready to chop both of your heads off, Levi shot his grapple hooks and pulled you by the waist with him, you escaped this one, but he couldn't guarantee the others, this situation couldn't go one he thought. You landed far enough to be out of reach from the titan who just attacked you, but you could already spot two blonde abnormals noticing you and coming for you. Levi quickly grabbed his gas container and detached it from his gear.

"Here ! Take it ! This should be enough for you to escape far from titan territory !" Levi shouted under the heavy cascade of rain.

"What ? No !"

"Don't be fucking stupid ! Take it ! I can manage to escape without it somehow ! Forget about completing the mission ! We retreat NOW !"

You reached for the container and placed it on your own gear before standing up. One of the abnormal had come so close now you could see the veins on his ridiculously large stomach. Levi grabbed your arm one last time "I'm going to shot my hooks at the nearest tree, i'm gonna distract this one so you can escape ! You take the opposite direction"

You nodded while the ground shook harder now that the titan was in front of you, his gigantic form casting its shadow over you. You actioned your hand grips, your hooks flew right into a tree in the opposite direction of where Levi went, you prepared yourself to use the gas to speed up.

Levi thinking the titan would naturally follow him instead, landed on a giant oak before turning around. His face darkened as soon as his eyes landed on you. You were struggling to get past the titan who was still chasing you and ignoring Levi, how come you weren't moving fast, the amount of gas should have been enough.

Levi's felt his heart stop and sink down his stomach, he instinctively reached behind him and pulled up the container he still had.

It was full.

He had given you the wrong gas container.

He mixed them up and gave you the empty one.

That's why you were so slow, too slow.

Too late.

Looking up, afflicted, he launched forward screaming your name, but it was in vain and he knew it. He couldn't take his eyes off your small figure getting picked up by a giant human hand who didn't have the any struggle catching up with you.

You think you heard him scream

You think you heard him scream your name

You're not sure, but you think you heard him slash the titan's fingers and landing with you on the ground, the titan's blood pouring down on both of you, hot and sticking.

For a moment, you thought you were going to make it, but you got suddenly conscious of the grotesque laceration on your lower abdomen and knew that this was it. You weren't going to make it.

An indescribable pain, a man's cry of misery, and cold blood running through your veins, you watched your vision go black, and for a split of second, the feeling of falling down an immense pit was all you could think of, the voice of Levi's cries resonating against the walls of what you assumed was your consciousness.

"I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry !" "Forgive me !"

***

When you opened your eyes, the sunlight blasting through a nearby window blasted your vision, when your eyes adjusted to the lightening, you realized you were in a room painted with an immaculate white.

How did you get in this hospital room ?

Wait, how did you know this was a hospital room ?

Because it looks familiar

You tried to recall anything prior to this instant, but you couldn't. Your mind was blank, you grabbed your head with your two hands, how come your memory was so blank ?

Outside of the building, you could hear chanting ambulances and honking cars in the distance, making your head throb painfully. You looked at your right, a bed table was there, on top was a bottle of mineral water, your keys, and your purse with a stethoscope dangling from it. There was also flowers dipping in a small amount of water inside a glass.

Your purse ? Your keys ? You don't remember coming here by yourself ! You tried to get up and get out of bed but the thumping inside your head quickly urged you to lay back down rapidly. You closed your eyes to try and shut the pain but heard footsteps shuffling cautiously inside the room, eyes still closed you heard a familiar soft and young voice ask if you were awake.

[blindingdutchy]

lamentation | TWO

{peter parker x fem!reader AU}

based on All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven

SERIES MASTERLIST

word count: 3,495

warnings: depression, anxiety, mental illness! angst, fluff if you squint really hard

18+!!! minors stay away

Peter Parker was relentless, insufferable, and extremely annoying. It all started the morning after what you'd decided to call The Encounter, and it had been unending ever since. Nearly a week had passed since that fateful night, and you'd yet to see a day at school where Peter didn't try his hardest to get under your skin.

On Monday he sat next to you in Calculus, and no matter how blatantly you ignored him for the entire class, he continued to whisper facts about himself and stupid little jokes to you. You wished you could say you hadn't listened, but ever since that morning you'd been unable to forget that his favorite color was red, his Aunt packed him a lunch every day that he threw away because she couldn't cook, and his middle name was Benjamin. Why he thought you needed or even wanted to know such things you weren't sure, but even more befuddling was the fact that you couldn't un-learn them.

When Tuesday rolled around he stepped it up a notch, much to your dismay. He sat with you during Calculus and insisted on jogging with you during gym class, feigning that he was out of breath despite your slow pace and the fact that you were certain he could run for miles without getting winded. He told you more jokes then, too. One of which you begrudgingly found yourself exhaling a little harder over whenever it popped into your head; what did one stranger say to the other? Nothing. They didn't know each other.

Wednesday was the worst, because Peter made a scene. You came into calculus late and the teacher scolded you in front of the class, at which point you got flustered and tripped over your untied shoe laces. Your books spilled to the floor and you tumbled to your knees in front of everyone, and the whole class laughed. But Peter? Peter just had to be the hero, and your blood boiled at his actions.

He'd dramatically swept all his books off of his desk, feigning surprise at the loud clatter as if he hadn't done it intentionally. When the teacher scolded him, too, he just apologized and made a show of picking up each of his things one by one. "Why did you do that?" you'd hissed as you sat down, scowling at the brown-eyed boy who just blinked at you innocently.

"Do what?"

He'd ran with you in gym class again, and he'd even followed you to your locker afterwards. In all the years you'd known of Peter, you had never known him to be much of a talker. In fact, he seemed like a rather shy boy who didn't like to branch out much. With you, though, that was far from the case. Silence was a pipe dream with him around.

On Thursday he sat next to you in Calculus, ran with you in gym, walked you to your locker, and went so far as to sit with you at lunch. You'd put your earbuds in and blasted music as loud as you could without hurting yourself too much, but every time you looked up you could see he was still talking. Part of you wondered why he was being so relentless, but you didn't want to ask. If you asked he would think you cared, and you didn't. You didn't care at all, and the sooner he figured that out, the sooner he would leave you alone.

Or, at least you hoped so. As you walked into school on Friday morning, you groaned at the sight of Peter waiting patiently beside your locker. "What do you want, Parker?" you gritted out, glaring at him as you twisted the dial to enter your combination.

He grinned in spite of your glare, "I'm walking you to Calculus today, obviously. How was your night, (Y/N)? Do anything fun?"

"What part of I don't need friends did you not understand?" you demanded, giving him a stale look as you swung the metal door open with a clang. Peter blinked at you, clearly not used to you actually speaking back to him, and further uncomfortable with your hostility. What did he expect? Did he expect for you to suddenly be happy? To not be completely fucked up anymore just because he started talking to you?

He replaced his lazy smile and shrugged, retorting, "You know my secret and I know yours. That makes us friends."

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to shout, yell, stomp your feet, and throw a tantrum fit for a child. Friends were not something you wanted or needed, and you certainly didn't want to be friends with Peter Parker. You didn't want to be friends with someone just because they were worried you'd spill their dirty little secret, or because they pitied the girl who wanted to die.

The black hole in your chest was worse than ever that day, and it sucked away all the fight you had in you. So, with a roll of your eyes, you stuffed your earbuds in your ears and tuned him out once more. Just like he had at lunch, Peter continued to ramble even though he knew you weren't listening, and you pretended you didn't see his lips moving at the speed of light.

For once, at the very least, he at least shut up in class. You were thankful for the break from his incessant chatter, the endless monologue you couldn't escape from when you were stuck in a desk while Mr. Tinley droned on and on. Calculus was far from interesting, but you found yourself beyond relieved to finally be able to pay any sort of attention to the lesson.

Friday was steadily continuing along the same path every other day had since The Encounter. Peter thankfully parted ways with you after Calculus, but quickly rejoined you two classes later in Gym. From Gym he was glued to your side through lunch until you escaped to your Spanish class, which you thankfully didn't share with him, but the solitude was short lived. Your last class of the day was one you also shared with Peter, and prior to that day he had remained seated with his friends.

That day, though, he plopped down in the seat beside you with a cheerful smile. "Ready for our new project?" he asked, skipping the greeting he knew you wouldn't return.

"Huh?" you asked, blinking at him in bewilderment. New project? Our? What was he talking about?

Peter beamed back at you, clearly pleased that you hadn't snapped at him for once. "Our new project! Didn't you see the list on the door? We're partners." he explained, and you stiffened.

It was too big of a coincidence to truly be happenstance. All week Peter had been pestering you, perpetually following you around and talking your ear off, and now he just happened to be assigned as your partner for the final Speech project? He did something. That was the only logical conclusion.

Your eyes narrowed as you stared at him with as much intensity as you could muster. "Peter, what did you do?" you growled.

Peter's eyes widened at your tone, and he shifted in his seat nervously with a sheepish smile. "What do you mean?" he questioned coyly, and you scowled at him fiercely. "I didn't do anything, (Y/N)."

"Bullshit." you snapped, "I find it hard to believe that we just happened to be assigned partners after how obsessively you've been harassing me all week."

He gaped at you, "Harassed? What?" he stammered, "(Y/N), let's calm down--I haven't... I haven't been harassing you. I just want you to know I really do want to be your friend."

You scoffed at his excuse, "Shut up, Peter. Just leave me alone! I don't want to be your friend, okay? My lips are sealed. I won't tell anyone your secret, just leave me alone!"

With one finally glare, you lurched out of your seat and stomped to one far away from the still aghast boy. As you settled into your new seat, ignoring the strange looks from your classmates who witnessed your outburst, you wrinkled your nose and picked at your nails angrily. As much as you were angry with Peter, you were also angry with yourself.

You were angry that he'd stopped you, and you'd let him. You were angry at the world for letting your sister die. You were angry at your sister for saving you when she should have saved herself. Most of all, though, you were angry with yourself for how you were acting. Even though she wasn't there, you could almost hear your sister scolding you for how you'd treated Peter.

She always was the levelheaded, rational sister. The good sister. The better sister. She would have been ashamed of how you'd been ignoring Peter, ranting to you, "He's just trying to be there for you, idiot. Stop being such a jerk and let him help you. You need to stop being so stubborn..."

You listened eagerly to Ms. Lovell's lesson and instruction for the new project. It wasn't because you were genuinely interested, because you weren't, but it was something to distract you. It was something to drown out the voice of your sister that was echoing through your skull, rattling you to your core as you tried to keep your emotions at bay.

This was the hardest part of losing your sister. She'd been so close to you, so important to you, it was impossible to not think of her in every moment of every day. It was impossible not to think of what she'd have done, instead of what you had done. It was impossible not to think of what she'd have thought of your actions, what she'd have said to you, of what she'd have wanted you to do.

She had been your voice of reason, your confidant, your role model. She'd always been so much better than you, someone you aspired to be like, and now that she was gone the comparisons were so much heavier on your head. Why couldn't it have been you instead of her? She would never have had such a hard time like you were.

For instance, she wouldn't have been so bitter. She wouldn't have been so filled with rage, hatred, or despair. She wouldn't have blamed anyone, not even herself, and she wouldn't have hated the people who had killed you. She always did love a good superhero, and even if you'd have died at the hands of the Avengers like she had, she would have found a reason to still have faith in them. She would have forgiven them.

This project was going to be a tough one, and not just because you were going to have to work with Peter Parker. "This is going to be a persuasive speech, guys, so you're able to pick your stance freely so long as it pertains to the Avengers. For example, you could persuade us that they're bad, if that's how you feel." Ms. Lovell explained, "Just be prepared to face debate from the class. Each group has to face five full minutes of argument from the class and be able to firmly debate their stance."

A project in which you'd have to argue your stance pertaining to the superheroes that had killed your sister, and you were working with Peter-Spiderman-Parker. Great, you thought to yourself, this was going to be a nightmare. There was no way the two of you would agree on what stance to persuade; you hated superheroes, and he was one, for God's sake.

You glanced over at Peter, only to catch him already staring at you. The pair of you quickly looked away from each other, but you noticed the way his cheeks flared red in embarrassment. How long had he been watching you? Was he dreading the project now as much as you were?

He probably didn't know how you felt about the Avengers. Not many people really cared enough to read about what had happened to your sister, and you weren't exactly in the right state of mind to be out protesting the many shortcomings of the superheroes. You wondered, though, how he would react when he found out.

Lying was an option, but there was no way you'd be able to debate in favor of the Avengers without breaking. Could you debate against them without losing it either, though? You weren't entirely sure. It was a sore subject and you were certainly not looking forward to having to dedicate your time to speaking about them.

Peter lingered by his seat after class was dismissed, staring at you awkwardly as he told his friends he would catch up with them later. You could see the strange, weary looks they shot you, but you chose to ignore them. Everyone looked at you a little funny ever since the incident, and you'd long ago grown accustomed to it. This time, though, you couldn't help but think they were looking at you strangely for a reason other than your sister.

You had two options. You could suck it up and talk to Peter right then, or you could continue to ignore him until you were forced to do the project. Catching his warm brown eyes as he timidly watched you, you sighed. It was now or never; maybe if you were nicer he'd back off a little with the obsessive tendencies.

"So," you drawled, approaching him shyly, "how are we gonna do this?"

This was what she would have wanted you to do; that's what you chanted in your head as you forced yourself to at least seem somewhat approachable. "Uh, we could--we could meet up tomorrow? You could come to my apartment." he stuttered, scratching his neck awkwardly and fiddling with his backpack.

He radiated nervous energy, and the black hole inside of you consumed it greedily. You twiddled your thumbs just as nervously as you replied, "Do you, um, do you mind coming to my house instead? My parents are--they're a little weird about me going out because of... yeah."

God, his stutter was rubbing off on you, and you cringed at the way you stumbled over your words like a fool. It had been such a long time since you'd invited anyone to your house, let alone talked to anyone besides your parents and your therapist, and it was stressing you out. The exhaustion of the day was wearing you down rapidly, and having to socialize was making it worse.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course!" he spluttered, "Uh, could I get your number? So I can, like, text you when I'm coming?"

You hoped he didn't notice how much your fingers were shaking as you took his phone, struggling to type in your number as you mistyped multiple times. Once you'd saved your contact into his phone, you sent yourself a text so that you'd have his number too. You didn't exactly answer unknown numbers anymore, though if you were honest, you often didn't answer people you knew either. That was what drove your friends away.

Peter shot you a shy smile as you handed his phone back, and he asked, "Do you want to get started tonight, maybe? I could call you."

Biting your cheek, you paled. Tonight? You were exhausted, and the thought of having to talk for any longer made you nauseous. "No offense, Peter, but I... I really just need a break. This week has been a lot." you mumbled, avoiding his eyes as you stared at your feet.

"Oh, yeah, totally." he acquiesced, "I'll, uh, I'll see you tomorrow."

You didn't reply, only giving him a tight lipped smile that probably looked more like a grimace as you quickly walked away. Once you were out of his sight, your entire body drooped and the numbness steadily washed over you. It had been the longest day, and you were once again grateful for the escape from the overwhelming emotions.

Ever since she died, it was as if all your emotions were on overdrive. There were the many constant ones, like the guilt, shame, and anguish over her death. Along with those were more fleeting ones, like anger, disgust, and fear. Peter, though, he brought about a whole slew of new and equally as intense feelings that drained you.

He made you feel things like anxiety, apprehension, and hope. There was anxiety both due to his wild behavior in regards to you, but also because you feared he might tell people what he'd seen. The apprehension was due to your suspicion he was only so interested because you knew his secret, and was just as fearful that you would tell. But the hope, the stupid anticipation, was the worst.

It was the worst because a stupid part of you hoped he was genuine. You wanted him to really want to be your friend with no ulterior motives because, no matter how much you denied it, you really did need a friend. You wanted a friend. You wanted to let someone in.

You weren't buying it, though, because you were certain you couldn't handle the heartbreak of being wrong about his intentions and discovering he really did only care about his secret. You weren't going to let him hurt you, and if you had to shut yourself off from the world and hurt yourself to prevent it, then so be it. It was easier that way.

Peter Parker: hey i know you said you didn't want to start tonight but that doesn't mean we can't get to know each other

Peter Parker: so if you want, lets play 20 questions! i'll start. what's your favorite movie?

The typing cursor blinked at you tauntingly as you laid on your bed, huddled under the blankets with your thumbs hovering over the keys. That stupid part of you that wanted to make your sister proud begged you to go along with it, to let him be a friend, but you were terrified. You were terrified of the way you actually opened the text and went to reply without hesitation, something you hadn't done since before the incident. You were terrified of the way you wanted to reply, but the only thing that gave you pause was the fact that you didn't have an answer.

Movies weren't something you'd given much thought to in awhile. You knew all of your sister's favorite movies by heart, but your favorite movie? It was as if your brain opened an empty drawer. You didn't know what your favorite movie was.

You: i don't know

Peter Parker: what do you mean you don't know

Peter Parker: do you not like movies?!

You: i just don't know okay

You: i can't remember the last time i watched a movie.

That was a lie. You very well could remember the last time you'd watched a movie, and that was because it was with her. The weekend before she'd died, your sister had dragged you to the theater to watch some cheesy romance film she'd been gushing about for weeks. It was awful, but it was so utterly her that you'd weirdly enjoyed it. You enjoyed it because it made her happy.

Peter Parker: that's crazy wow

Peter Parker: no offense sorry

Peter Parker: it's your turn to ask

You: what's your favorite movie

Peter Parker: star wars but you can't ask the same question!! try again

You: fine

You: what's your favorite food?

Was talking to boys always this hard? You couldn't remember the last time you'd had to get to know someone, but you didn't think it had ever been so nerve wracking. Was something wrong with you? Was everything destined to be this hard now that she was gone?

Peter Parker: anything from Delmar's

Peter Parker: best sandwiches in Queens

Peter Parker: since you got a double and you technically didn't answer my first question, i'm asking you the same but also what's your happiest memory

Everything was always going to be hard. Reading his response, your lungs deflated in your chest and the numbness gave way to the all too familiar sensation of despair. She'd always loved Delmar's, insisting on getting the same sandwich from there every single Friday after school, and it had been your thing.

Would there ever be anything that didn't remind you of her? Remind you of the hole punched in your life where she used to be? It was hard enough dealing with the empty space in your room where her bed used to be, the empty chair at the dinner table where she'd used to sit, all the empty spaces she'd used to fill up. But the little things--the little memories of things she'd used to love--those hurt so much more.

You: i have to go

You: i forgot i'm busy tomorrow so we can't start the project

You: i'm sorry

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(Byakuya Togami x Reader? That's how this idea started.) - Danganronpa 1 Ghost AU - "They Failed."

Oh it's as funky as it sounds. Just trust me on this one. Also, big fat Trigger Warning for assault, s3xual assault, murder, and angst.

Hope's Peak Academy is reportedly the most haunted high school in Japan. After the Most Tragic Incident the world had ever seen, the class of 78 was forced into a recorded killing game run by their fellow classmates Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba and failed to survive. The Future Foundation, after eventually beating Despair and restoring peace to the world, established the high school as a National Monument to the pain and suffering of the students and turned it into a museum recording the history.

There are too many stories of the passed students to count, some from construction workers and some from ghost hunters. These are their sightings.

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Yasuhiro Hagakure is reportedly the most active ghost, which makes sense as the Ultimate Clairvoyant.

He tends to greet visitors at the entrance.

If you drop your hat or gloves and don't notice, you'll find them by the coat rack later for you to find.

Children tend to see him the most, or they hear a whispered joke in their ear if they're particularly upset at any of the Despair history.

He doesn't tend to interact with adults a lot, but he's known to follow the descendants of all their relatives or friends to make sure they're okay.

10/10 ghost, very friendly and a chill dude. Makes sure kids are okay.

Toko Fukawa is rarely seen or heard, but if she's there you know.

She hangs out in the bathrooms with the most common sightings being in the mirrors.

She's often found playing with her braids or grimacing at guests if there are a lot of people.

The friendliest sighting was when a child got lost and found their way to the women's bathroom.

When the panicked mother finally found them, their child was calm and content while playing with a stuffed toy they know they didn't bring.

When the child was guided to leave, they turned and waved goodbye to the mirror.

8/10, antisocial but harmless.

Genocider Syo is extremely active.

She likes pulling pranks on tall, skinny men, like throwing their wallets across the room and pinching their elbows.

If said men are blonde with blue eyes, they will tend to feel watched whenever the enter the building and will continue to think so until they leave.

Children tend to be scared of her, but if she sees a scared child she'll tend to leave the room so they're more comfortable.

She likes knocking over stuff, books and coffee mugs in particular.

However, if the staff scold her she'll knock it off.

She never knocks over artifacts, but people have seen her scissors rattle in their case.

8/10, harmless prankster.

Leon Kuwata can be found in the First-Floor Dorms.

People report hearing guitar strings playing in the boys bathrooms.

If someone mentions baseball around his dorm, mirrors and glass will crack or straight up shatter.

Paranormal investigators once spent the night in his old room, but they "forgot" to take off their shoes and slept above the covers.

They woke up with a blanket that hadn't been in the room covering them and their shoes neatly placed by the side of the door.

That same investigator used a Spirit Box to try and talk to him about what happened in the school.

Of course their older generations saw what happened live, but they never spoke of it.

"Do you have anything you need to say?"

"I'm so sorry."

6/10, ow.

Hifumi Yamada can be found in the kiln room in the Art Studio.

People hear camera clicks, as if he's still taking pictures.

Pencils will roll when the floor is completely flat.

He likes messing with the kiln and knocking off the hammers.

He loves playing the flashlight game.

If anyone mentions Celestia Ludenburg, people swear the room falls into a heavy and tense silence.

When everyone leaves the kiln, they feel his conflicting pain.

Anger? Sadness? They don't know. He's still grieving.

6/10, more ow.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru is silent unless he needs to talk.

He only talks if you do something wrong.

He doesn't play any of the games.

If you run in the museum, people swear they hear a loud voice telling them to stop.

If the staff breaks the rules at all, they straight up get smacked in the shoulder.

Groups of friends, particularly men, feel very welcome in his dorm room.

They all leave after a friendly, invisible squeeze is given to them on the arm.

6/10, he'll never change.

Mondo Owada has one reported sighting.

When construction to restore the building was going on, there was an incident between a worker and a girl on the street one afternoon.

He took her behind the building and attempted to hurt her.

A man in a Crazy Diamond gang jacket, which it should be noted that it doesn't exist anyore, pulled him off and hit him with a pick axe.

After the assaulter was unconscious, her savior didn't say a word; he looked at the girl up and down, presumably checking her for injuries, and passed her a card with a phone number before nodding to her and walking off.

It was the local s3xual assault line, which had been established only two years prior.

After she called the number, she was never able to find the card again.

She didn't even put two and two together until she visited the finished museum and saw Mondo's picture.

No one has ever seen him since.

10/10, badass.

Sayaka Maizono is in one of the boy's bathrooms in the dorms.

Visitors report feeling unnerved or even scared when they enter the bathroom.

She will not interact with you.

She doesn't like playing any of the games. Do not turn on the spirit box in her bathroom, the shower glass will crack.

One investigator decided to spend the night in the bedroom and turned on the shower in the morning.

When they got out, there was a message written in the fog on the mirror.

"LEON."

1/10, no fucking thank you.

Aoi Asahina hangs around the pool room.

She's reportedly like Hiro.

She's been seen walking the halls everywhere.

Children love visiting the pool room. They tend to feel excited and safe.

At night you can hear the pool splashing when no one is inside.

She has one recorded incident.

A child brought a small bag of donut holes to snack on.

Said child began to complain that "the air" kept pulling the donut holes out of his hands.

So they ran an experiment.

They dropped one on purpose and watched it roll away towards the pool room. After that, they didn't feel anymore pulls.

Now it's a tradition to leave a donut for her on Obon by the pool room or her dorm room.

Staff report donuts pulling themselves apart to share. If staff take a half that is offered, the treats are always gone by the next morning.

9/10, a whole mood.

Chihiro Fujisaki is relatively quiet.

They can be found in the boy's locker rooms by the pool.

People will smell a slight perfume over the chlorine.

Muscular men in particular will feel an odd sense of guilt when entering.

There was a guest, who was a muscular man, who took out their phone to record the room and listened back to it to find bits and pieces of the audio were gone.

They took it to a friend who deciphered it into a message in Morse code.

"I forgive you."

9/10, holy ow.

Celestia Ludenburg is only active in the kitchen.

Investigators have put on a full pot of tea water with no heat on the stove.

If they leave and come back, they'll find the pot whistling with the heat still off. The water is always the perfect temperature.

She is never active at night.

She'll only use the spirit box on Obon, but you have to make her a cup of milk tea first.

She's very picky about it.

There was one who got it right on the first try.

"Well finally," the box picked up. "Have some."

She will share details only she would know.

"I don't want to be rude, but do you have any regrets?"

A moment of silence. The cup on the table left for her shakes for just a moment.

"I have too many."

6/10, talkative but be careful.

Kyoko Kirigiri has never talked, but you'll hear her.

Staff will hear her heels clicking in the halls at night.

She likes writing in people's notebooks.

Random strangers will enter with an empty pocketbook and leave with a full one.

She loves to write.

She tells her side of the story.

If the mirrors ever fog up, she's there scratching out letters and numbers.

She also turns on the coffee pot in the kitchen.

Intuitive teenagers tend to know when she's there because they feel safer in rooms that people normally aren't comfortable in.

She writes clues to all the murders that she was never able to solve.

She's not done yet. She's made it very clear that she is not at peace.

9/10, talkative and informative.

Sakura Ogami is said to be hanging around in the recreational room where she committed suicide.

Children feel safe in there, but they never play with the old equipment.

There is an unspoken rule among them that they all know and have never discussed as soon as they walk in.

Some thrill-seekers sit in her chair.

They report feeling their head throbbing and intense nausea, some even passing out from the pain.

They also report intense guilt.

One child sat in the seat without thinking about it and they reported being fine but feeling a little sad.

She plays the flashlight game with investigators, but only if they're nice.

One turned on a spirit box and gave her a cup of tea on Obon.

"Thank you."

8/10, don't sit in her fucking chair you dumbass.

Mukuro Ikusaba is heard rarely.

Like Mondo, she has one reported calling.

In the gym, late at night, you can hear a quiet sobbing.

Children will hear a crying girl in their head:

"I didn't want this."

3/10, how is this even more ow.

Junko Enoshima is heard in the execution room.

Staff used to think there were multiple ghosts in there, but it turns out it's just her.

She laughs, cries, and shrieks.

The story is that she killed herself with her own executions after succeeding in the killing game.

At night investigators play the flashlight game with her.

Every visitor is always unnerved by her.

There is an unspoken bitterness towards her.

She doesn't deserve her success.

0/10, scary bitch.

Makoto Naegi is seen everywhere.

The Ultimate Lucky Student loves telling his story.

He's seen in windows and mirrors with his hoodie and a warm smile.

He's always kind and welcoming.

People leave him popular snacks at his dorm room on Obon.

He never speaks, he just likes watching everyone learn about them.

If children ever get lost he leads them back to their parents.

They'll always tell their family about the "nice boy with brown hair" who takes their hand gently and leads them to safety.

He feels a duty to protect the staff. They never feel alone at night. He's always there to keep them safe.

The descendant of Komaru Naegi, who happened to be a paranormal investigator, once spent the night in his old dorm room.

She reported hearing quiet crying and sniffling that morning before she opened her eyes and was flooded with a sense of relief.

Oh thank god, she was okay.

10/10, heart of gold.

Byakuya Togami is seen in one room and one room only.

He is the only one that people regularly see in the flesh as a full figure.

He's sitting in the library, reading a murder mystery novel.

He has never acknowledged any of the guests, except for one.

A small child, a descendant of Togami's old butler, gently knocked on the table to get his attention and waved politely. They thought he was a staff member.

He looked up at them, gave a little wave back, and went back to his book.

When they turned away and looked back, he was gone.

Staff will see him walking back to his room when the museum is closing up.

He's snobby, sure, but he has his manners. He won't purposefully get in the way of the staff.

9/10, super chill.

???

There is an unknown ghost that has one known/recorded interaction.

One night a paranormal investigator spent the night exploring the building.

They walked in the library to see Togami with a book and a lamp on that was previously off.

They nodded at him politely and went to the bookshelves to "find a book". They turned on a spirit box and stayed quiet.

The library door opened and closed.

They hear a passing conversation.

"Hello love."

A kiss, presumably on the knuckles.

"How was today?"

"Tiring", says a voice. "Lot of cleaning. Did you get any visitors?"

A chuckle. "Too many. I think they can see me."

"Probably."

A pause.

"Togami?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think they'll ever figure out what really happened here?"

Hesitance. "For their sake, I hope not."

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