#IF I FIND YOUR FACE INSTEAD OF MY Thing YOU GOTTA UNDERSTAND THAT RAGE IS GOING STRAIGHT TO UR DUMB ASS PIC

[vexx-the-egg]

This is kind of a harsh opinion arguably fueled by my own personal feelings. BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. New Twitter users, please stop trying to turn this into Instagram. I don't want to see your Blazed post of you trying to prove how hot you are or how expensive your clothes are. Just link your insta or tiktok in your bio or something. Post your personal photos for people to stumble upon your blog like normal please for the LOVE of god STOP paying money to show off how you look for clout. Sure post pics and stuff but I can't be the only one whos weirded out by it. How every other social media site basically tells you that if you sell your face then you're guaranteed to get attention. This is the last site I could find that doesn't base a following around looking conventionally attractive and I want it to stay that way.

[eijirousbestie]

“I’m done talkin”

inspired by the song below (i recommend listening while reading

pure angst sry not sry

unresolved anger issues

no happy ending

���Are you sure you don’t wanna talk about it at least?”

“There’s nothin’ to talk about.”

“With what happened out there just now? There is definitely something to talk about.”

A long silence fills the air. It’s hard and steely, unwilling to waiver or break. It felt like all the progress you two had made was ripped away in less than a second.

“I don’t wanna push but I need us to be on the same page here yeah? It’s harder to figure this out when it’s just—never mind.”

“‘When it’s just’ what?” When it’s just me trying is what you wanted to say but decided better against it. His eyes settle on you, the gaze pointed, almost accusatory. You don’t want to antagonize him and potentially make the situation worse because of your poor word choice. But it’s hard. Hard to walk on eggshells around someone just to stay in good graces.

“It’s nothing. I misspoke.”

“Here we go with that shit.”

What does he mean?

“What do you mean?” A beat passes and he’s speaking again, although reluctantly.

“Would you drop the psychiatrist bullshit? Actin’ like you know every fuckin’ thing when you don’t know shit about me.”

Where is this coming from? You try not to get emotional. It’ll only get in the way of finding a fix to… whatever this is.

“Katsuki, if you felt that I was overstepping I’m sorry. But I’m just trying to better understand what’s got you lashing out like this.”

“Don’t talk down to me like I’m a fuckin’ kid. Just say what you wanna say straight up. We both know you don’t talk like that.” His jaw is clenched hard, the muscles on the sides of his face flexing and constricting every few moments.

He’s entirely pissed off right now. But it’s almost an unadulterated rage you hadn’t seen on him since he was fifteen. All these years he’d done better, been better. He’d calmed down and grown to let out his frustrations on a punching bag instead of an actual person. You’d been there by his side along the way, but he’d mainly made the change himself. He pushed himself to be better, to be less angry at the world and all that resided it.

But today is different. And you’re not sure why.

“Can you at least tell me what’s got you pissed?” You’re not really sure what to say. It’s like walking on a mine field. One wrong step and it’s all over.

A short, exasperated chuckle leaves the lips of the man in front of you. Seated on the edge of his bed, forearms propped up on his thighs with his head hanging low, messy tufts of blonde shaking slightly as his body trembles with his laughter. It’s mocking.

“You.” His eyes flicked up to yours, the ghost of a sarcastic smile still gracing his face, like he couldn’t believe you’d asked him such a dumb question with such an obvious answer.

Your heart sinks. “Me?”

“Did I stutter?” His tone switches. No longer mocking, but now all too serious. Like he’s physically biting his tongue to not tear down your entire character.

“Why am I—why do you have an issue with me?”

His eyes narrow, embers flickering behind his lashes. His hands ball up together in front of him in a tight grasp. Like he’s trying to keep himself together.

“Cuz—you piss me off. You agitate me.”

“Katsuki I—”

“Don’t talk over me.” Silence.

“You do that thing where you try to ‘get down on my level’ like I’m somethin’ that needs to be studied. You talk like you know everything I don’t already know about myself. Shit’s infuriating. You always gotta make me talk after I get upset about anythin’. Every. Fucking. Time.”

His jaw is set and he shakes his head in disbelief.

“And I’m sick of that shit. What if I don’t wanna talk about how I feel after every situation huh? It comes easy to you. You’re good at that shit. Expressin’ your emotions. M’not. I just—close up.”

It hurts your heart to hear how he’s been struggling this entire time. On the outside it’d seemed like he was opening up and getting in touch with his emotions. But maybe, that’s only what he wanted you to see. Or maybe, you were looking through rose tinted glasses throughout the last four years. Your eyes fall to the floor under your feet, trying to find the right words to say. But nothing. How can words do justice to how much guilt you feel for overlooking what he was really harboring all by himself? It hurts.

“Katsuki… I didn’t know…” It’s as if no explanation was good enough.

“Save the dramatics for somebody that gives a shit. I’m over it.”

“No, there’s no way you could be—”

“I said I’m over it. I’m deading the shit. I’m not dealin’ with it no more. I’m done talkin’.”

The feeling that sits heavy in your stomach is uncomfortable. It’s unnerving. Never once has an issue with one another not been resolved, but he doesn’t even want to try. You can’t help but to respect his choice and give him his space.

But something tells you that you might not be able to come back from this. You nod and let out an okay in response, your voice barely above a whisper. You walk to his door, placing your hand on the doorknob and freeze.

“I know it’s a fucked place to be in right now but I’m always gonna be here for you. I’m not walking out on you Kats.” More silence fills the room. Nothing comes from him. Not even a grunt or a nod. You twist the knob and leave his room with a heavy heart and a heavy mind.

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 10: Praise Kink with Loki

Pairing: Genderfluid!Loki x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2123 Warnings: Praise Kink (Duh), Genderfluid!Loki has a P and uses They/Them pronouns in this, Vaginal fingering, P in V sex, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it), Magic used to read Reader's mind, Reader goes nonverbal, Aftercare. Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

You hated your job sometimes.

Dealing with people who seemed to think you were incompetent and didn’t know what you were doing filled you with the kind of rage that just left you feeling tired.

It didn’t help that you were always busy, running here, there, and everywhere to get things, move things, help people who were always ungrateful for the assistance you provided, and often thanked you with some kind of underhanded comment or backhanded compliment.

It all just left you with this bone deep exhaustion that made you want nothing more than to lay with your lover, letting them brush their fingers through your hair while you descend into the sweet bliss of relaxation, and if Loki decides to take things a step further? Well, you don’t have any complaints there either.

But first you gotta get home.

The door creaked as it swung open, then again when you kicked it shut behind you, shrugging your jacket off as you went and barely managing to hang it up with heavy arms.

“Darling? Is that you?” Comes the sweet voice of the raven hair God of Mischief from down the hall.

“Mmm...” You manage just loud enough for them to hear.

“Long day?” Their voice is so soft as they appear in the room, green eyes scanning over you carefully, looking for all the points of stress, and finding that your whole body was a point of stress.

“The longest…” You answered as you approached, falling with a sigh into their arms, their touch alone able to make some of the tension drain from your body.

Loki’s arms wrapped around you and held you tight to their chest without hesitation. “Goodness, Love…” He hummed before pressing a kiss into your hair. “How about this. I’ll make us some tea, and then we can lay down for a bit? Maybe have a nice hot bath later?” They offered; lips pressed into your hair.

“Mmhmm…I’d like that.” You said, pulling back just enough to look up at them, and getting a sweet smile in return.

“Then, go get comfortable, and I’ll get some tea for us.” They said with a kiss to your forehead, then they were walking to the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but watch them go, beauty wasn’t a strong enough word for your lover, as far as you were concerned, they were your sun, moon, and stars.

The bed was so wonderfully soft as you sat on the edge to begin taking off your clothes from work, opting instead for a long sleep shirt, that used to be Loki’s, with nothing underneath, underwear was the last thing you felt like concerning yourself with right then.

As you were settling down in the bed, Loki came sauntering in, two steaming mugs in hand filling the room with the soothing aroma of whatever blend of teas they’ve decided to give you.

“Here you are, my love.” They said as they passed a mug to you, settling on the mattress next to you as you sipped, letting out a happy hum as the warmth soothed your nerves.

“Lay with me?” You asked, though you knew that was the plan, the need to ask still hovered in your poor tired brain.

“Of course, Darling…” They mumbled, brows furrowing in concern as they came to curl around you, letting you tuck your face into their chest. It wasn’t uncommon for you to come home from work exhausted, or even angry, but this was a new level of both that they couldn’t help but worry about. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You let out a tired sigh, it would make you feel better if you vented your frustrations, but you weren’t sure you had the energy to speak anymore, and when you let out a slightly frustrated mumble that wasn’t really words, Loki seemed to understand. “Can I read your mind? Show it to me instead?”

You made an affirmative sound and you felt as the flowing tendrils of their magic, cold but soothing, tugged at your mind. You supplied your memories of the day. People being rude, making mean comments, your boss yelling at you for something that wasn’t even your fault, having to run all over the place with no thanks to show for it, and so much more.

It all made your anger flair once more, but the cool sensation of Loki’s naturally low body temperature leached the unpleasant heat from your body, allowing you to begin letting it all go, if only for now so you could relax.

“Oh, my poor sweet girl…” They cooed softly. “Those ungrateful bastards don’t deserve your energy or kindness.” Loki breathed the words, their own anger at the situation bubbling just below the surface but kept in check by their greater concern of taking care of you. “You are the hardest worker I’ve ever met and had the pleasure of knowing. I’ve watched you bend over backwards just to make someone else’s job easier when they never would have done the same, don’t spare them an ounce of your thoughts.”

The kind words made something swell in your chest, a warmth that dulled the ache of the day. Nuzzling further into Loki’s hold, you listened to their heartbeat as they continued. “You, my darling, are the best of us all, and this is coming from a God, if anyone would know, it’s me.” They teased lightly, pulling a soft humming chuckle from you.

Then, something changed in the air, a low buzzing that usually came when Loki got an idea. “May I show you?”

“Hmm?”

“May I show you how appreciated you are? How loved?” Their fingers ran through your hair slowly, nails scratching soothingly, sending tingles over your skin that made your eyes flutter. “You don’t need to speak, or even move if you don’t want to, let me do all the work…Let me worship you the way you deserve.”

All you had to do was give a small nod and Loki set to work, first their hands trailed up and down your back, kneading the tight muscles in your back and shoulders till you were pure putty in their hands, soft sighs and the occasional moan escaping your lips, hot breaths fanning over Loki’s cool skin.

You can feel them growing hard, the mental note that it must be a more masc day occurs on your brain, but there’s no attention called to it, so you resist the mental urge to reach out and reciprocate the touches, Loki said to let them do all the work, and you lacked the energy to disobey.

Those cool fingers trailed their way to your lower back, where a dull ache had been sitting all day, and a gasp forced itself free from you, back arching, when they began to rub the pain away, a soft pitying hum coming from them. “Oh dear, this is a bad one, isn’t it? Such a strong thing to work so hard with this nagging away at you…” The praise pouring from your lover’s lips sends zings through your mind, which in turn sends them to your core.

“Here, Sweetling, let’s turn you over so I can make it better…” They said as they sat up and turned you on your front, moving to straddle your thighs and lifting your shirt to get better access to your back. “If it gets to be too much, I want you to tap the headboard twice, can you show me if you can do that?” The two knocks on the headboard sounded so loud of the soft quiet of the room, but that just served to make both of you more confident in the efficacy of the action. “Good girl…” Loki purred as they leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder.

Then they were back at it, fingertips digging carefully into every knotted muscle in your body, praising  words pouring from their lips like sweet wine, and all you could do was lay there and soak it up, and by the time they’re done, your thighs are soaked and you’re pretty sure you’re dripping onto the mattress beneath you, and their cock is pressing into your ass needily, though they make no move to act on it.

Instead, Loki returns you to your side, this time laying behind you to curl their tall body around yours protectively, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder and ear, all flushed.

It takes a few moments to find the wherewithal to move, but when you do, you use it to take Loki’s wrist in hand, a gentle squeeze to get their attention. “Hm? What is it, Love?” They whisper. In answer you slowly direct their hand between your thighs, and in less than a second Loki understands, and lets out a happy hum.

“Has my attention made you needy, my dear?” They tease, knowing you can’t respond except to press against their wrist. “Well, what kind of lover would I be if I left you like this?” They said before nipping at your ear gently, taking over the movements of their hand, running the tips of their fingers through your drenched folds slowly, circling your aching clit every so often.

“My, but you are soaked, Sweetling. Always so wet for me, aren’t you? So perfect.” Then two finger dip into you to the second knuckle, curling up into your g-spot as the heel of their hand presses against your clit, making you shiver hard against Loki’s chest, shaking breaths escaping your parted lips. “Such sweet little sounds you make, I could drink them like wine.”

“L-Lo-” You try to murmur their name, but it dies on your too-heavy tongue.

“Shh, my sweet. Just let that beautiful mind of yours go blank…That’s it, so good…” You didn’t think your body could go anymore limp, but somehow it does, you can’t even open your eyes as Loki brings you to the cusp of pleasure and guides you off that precipice with soft words. “Wonderful…Just like that, let it all go…”

You think for a moment that Loki will stop there, but then you notice the cool tendrils of their magic brushing against your mind once more, and finding that you need more, craving it like air.

And without a word, only maintaining that linking of the minds, you feel Loki guide their cock into you, pushing in slowly, so slowly you think it might drive you mad, but then they bottom out and feel like you can breathe again.

“Gods, your sweet cunt is gripping me like a vice…” They whisper, more to themself than to you, before rolling their hips into you, not pulling out more than an inch before pushing back in, making the full feeling never stop. “My beautiful, perfect, strong human…Always carrying everything on your back like you’re the only one who can…” There’s a murmured curse as you clench around them. “And you can, because you’re just that strong, just that powerful…Your power is radient…A religious experience, dare I say…” Loki lets out a breathless chuckle, babbling their praises as their own pleasure starts to take over their minds, though their pace never changes. “But right now, you’re going to let it all go.”

Every word that slips from Loki’s lips drives you closer to the edge of orgasm once more, the slow press of their solid body against you and into you makes your whole body, you very soul, vibrate and buzz, and you’re helpless to resist it to draw out the experience.

“You’re so close, Darling…Shaking like a leaf…Don’t fight it…” They coax, fingertips returning to your swollen clit to rub slow circles that make your body try to seize in pleasure, but you’re so ragdoll that you can barely even let out the quiet moan that slips free. “You’re so good, so fucking good…Cum for me, my sweet…Cum…” And just like that the buzzing in your body reaches the crescendo, vision going white behind your eyelids, and loose muscles shivering against the cool skin of the God behind you.

“Gods…Fuck…!” Loki rasps as they cum, filling you to the brim.

There are a few quiet moments as you both catch your breaths, their hips rolling against yours to ride out both your pleasure before pulling out, a cool whisp of magic whisking away the mess before they settle back against you.

No words are spoken as Loki holds you, checking over your body and reaching into your mind to ensure you’re okay, before fully relaxing and holding you close as you both slip into a slow sleep for the rest of the afternoon, tea cooled on the night stand next to you.

[fuckmeyer]

13 for sure!

PROMPT 13: “Honey, is the ring of garlic necessary?” “Was what you said necessary?” “…I’ll be on the couch.”

***

“Darling, is this ring of garlic necessary?”

I slammed another kitchen drawer. “It’s necessary.”

“By the time you find it—”

“It’s necessary.”

“—you could have already—”

“I just bought it!”

“—chopped them.”

“Charlie!” I raged, slamming another drawer. I spun around and faced Edward who'd peeked over the newspaper to analyze my expression. “Ugh! The man can’t put anything back in its proper place after it comes out of the dishwasher. What’s the point of having spaces to keep things neat and organized if things aren't neat and organized? How am I supposed to get this dish done in time for the wolfpack potluck?”

“I don’t understand what the point of this ring of garlic is or why you need it so desperately.”

“It’s not a ring of garlic,” I said. “It’s a ring garlic masher.” Edward cocked a brow. Gesturing wildly with my hands, I mimicked the shape while I said, “It’s like a set of Wolverine claws. Except instead of claws, it’s a grater. And instead of mashing people’s faces, you’re mashing garlic.”

“That sounds not at all like Wolverine claws.”

“You’re a vampire,” I muttered, throwing open the upper cabinets. “What do you know about Wolverine claws? Or garlic? Or Wolverine claws used for garlic?”

“I suppose that’s a fair point, regardless of how little sense it makes. Now, speaking of being a vampire…” Edward folded up the newspaper and set it down. “May I remind you that I am one, and that I’m not only fast enough to cut all this garlic but also skilled enough to assist you— despite what you might think of my culinary skills?

I sucked in a breath.

Dare I let the vampire into the kitchen? Dare I let him have a hand in the project? If I knew Edward Cullen— and I knew Edward Cullen— once he sunk his teeth into something (haha), he was bound to take the whole thing over.

We stared at each other.

I spat out the held oxygen.

“I’ve gotta find this garlic ring.”

Edward sighed. “Sweet girl—”

“It’s here!” I said, throwing open a cabinet door. I slammed. Opened another. “I swear to god, it’s here. I can’t move on until I find this ring. I’ll go crazy if I don’t.”

He rose. “Look,” he said, seizing a knife from the wood block, “by the time you find it, I’ll have already chopped this entire head of garlic. So, I ask you again, is this garlic ring really necessary?”

“Hah! Behold!” I whipped out the ring from the drawer and aimed it at him like a set of Wolverine claws. “Is what you said necessary? I’ll answer that. No. Drop the knife, Cullen.”

Edward’s eyes narrowed. He stepped away from the cutting board with his hands up.

Deep within his cadmium irises, I saw the sparkle of a smile.

“Fine,” he said coolly, snatching up the newspaper. Chin up, he sniffed, “If you need me— which, judging by your callous reaction to my, frankly, advanced kitchen knowhow, you do not— I’ll be on the couch.”

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[send me a vampire x human prompt for Bells x Edward i am so srs]

[krizaland]

The Sleeping Princess Chapter 11

First Previous

Be warned: this chapter contains suicidal thoughts, negative thoughts, self hate and swearing.

“Here we are!” Emma sang as she got up and gestured for The Sleeping Princess to follow.

The Sleeping Princess scooped up the Tim and followed Emma off the train.

After a few minutes of walking, the group came across a whimsical meadow.

“Huh. I gotta admit, this place is a lot nicer than Lance’s room.” The Sleeping Princess giggled as she set the Tim down.

The Tim let out a happy squeak and bounced away.

“Hey! Where are you going?! Come back here!” The Sleeping Princess whined as she chased after the Tim.

“Hey! Wait for me!” Emma yelped as she followed suit.

The Sleeping Princess and Emma chased the Tim throughout the meadow, charging by trees and running over flowers.

It wasn’t long before the Tim screeched to a stop.

“Gotcha!” The Sleeping Princess cheered as she scooped up the Tim.

“You can’t just run off like that, little guy. You could’ve gotten hurt…”

The Sleeping Princess trailed off as she came face to face with The Hat Man once more.

However, instead of his usual grin, his expression was a mix of horrified and heartbroken.

“Oh my darling! My worst fear has come true! Lance has already started corrupting you.”

“Seriously?! You again?! Argh! I don’t have time for your shit! I need to find Balan so he can turn me back to normal!” The Sleeping Princess whined as she held the Tim protectively.

“But Sleeping Princess, this is Balan!” Emma insisted as she gestured to The Hat Man.

The Sleeping Princess nearly tripped on her own feet.

“What?! You’re Balan?!”

“That’s what I had been trying to say before you went and pushed me away.” Balan grumbled as he folded his arms.

“Oh….You’re really Balan huh?”

The Sleeping Princess fell onto her rump, dropping the poor Tim on the way down.

Emma let out a gasp and tried to help but Balan stopped her.

Balan knelt down next to The Sleeping Princess and spoke softly.

“I know you’re alarmed but please understand I mean you no harm. All I want to do is bring your heart back to light. I’m not looking for a fight…”

The Sleeping Princess said nothing but scooted away from Balan.

Balan let out a frustrated sigh as he got closer and sat down beside her.

He turned her head to face his and gazed into her eyes.

“My love please stop running away from me. Can’t you see? I’m not your enemy.”

The Sleeping Princess tried to protest but her body refused to move.

All she could do was gaze back into Balan’s golden eyes.

“Please just try to remember! Give me one last chance! Please don’t tell me I’ve lost you to Lance!”

The Sleeping Princess felt her heart flutter a bit.

Despite the tears forming in them, there was still so much sincerity behind those golden eyes.

“Lia, please!”

“Eh Lia?”

The Sleeping Princess let out gasp.

“Wait! Lia! That’s my name! My real name!”

In that moment, more memories came crashing down on her like a tsunami.

After that phone call with her parents, Lia had tried to sleep away the pain.

Unfortunately, for once, she couldn’t sleep no matter how hard she tried.

All she had were nightmares and foul thoughts.

“Great! I can’t even sleep! It’s the one thing I was actually good at and now I can’t even do that right!”

Letting out a scream of rage, Lia jumped out of her bed and stormed outside.

She didn’t care that she was barefoot nor that she was in her nightgown.

All she wanted to do was run as far away as possible.

She ran and ran until her legs gave out.

As she paused to catch her breath, she noticed that she was standing at the edge of a large bridge.

Lia looked over the bridge’s short silver railing and gazed into the ocean below.

She let out a somber sigh.

No matter how hard she tried she was always treated like a joke.

Well, joke wasn't quite the right word.

After all, even a joke has a purpose.

What purpose did a lazy crybaby like her serve?

No one would read her childish drivel.

Every job she applied to had fired her.

And every friend she ever had abandoned her.

Perhaps her parents were right:

Maybe she was useless.

Lia looked at her reflection in the water.

The bridge’s railing sure seemed easy to climb over.

No one would care if she was gone right?

Suddenly, Lia’s thoughts were interrupted by a bright light glowing behind her.

She turned around to find the glow coming from a nearby alleyway.

She didn’t know why but the glow beckoned her to follow it.

It wasn’t long before Lia came across a beautiful yet decrepit theater.

The flickering neon sign above it read:

Balan Theater.

Odd. She had never seen this theater before, yet it looked like it had always been there.

Despite her growing reservations, Lia felt compelled to go inside.

The floorboards creaked as she walked inside.

The smell of old wood and dust filled the air as Lia continued to explore.

She walked past a few shattered mirrors, completely unaware of her constantly changing reflections.

Lia couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching her.

She shuddered as she continued deeper, slowly approaching a large stage.

By the stage was a large grand piano, lit aglow with the gentle lights of the nearby candelabras.

Lia let out a gasp but quickly covered her mouth.

There, sitting in front of the piano was none other than Balan with his back turned.

Lia ran off and tried to hide behind a pillar but it was too late.

Balan had already noticed her presence in the reflection of the drop he was holding.

His signature grin cracked across his face as he let out a chuckle.

Lia struggled to steady her breathing as her heart pounded in her ears.

Who the hell was that guy?!

Whoever it was, Lia didn’t want to find out!

After a few moments of silence, Lia carefully peeked out from behind the pillar.

What luck! The mysterious man seemed to have disappeared.

Lia let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off her brow.

She decided it was best to leave while she had the chance.

Lia turned back around and was about to make her escape when-

“Hello there!”

Lia found herself face to face with Balan.

Letting out a panicked shriek, Lia bolted in the opposite direction.

“Whoops. That could’ve gone better. It seems I’ve accidentally frightened her.” Balan chuckled as he watched Lia run away.

Lia ran as fast as her legs could take her!

She darted through the endless halls and ran up countless flights of stairs.

It wasn’t long before an open door caught her attention.

Wasting no time, Lia zipped inside and locked the door behind her.

She panted as she pressed her back against the door.

“Here you go.” A voice offered as Lia was handed a handkerchief.

“Oh thanks.” Lia muttered as she took the handkerchief and dried the sweat off of her face.

“It was no trouble, you know.”

It was then Lia realized something wasn’t quite right.

She looked back and sure enough, there was Balan again, staring at her with his signature grin.

Lia let out another terrified scream and practically broke down the door as she made her escape.

Balan let out a hum and shook his head.

“Well isn’t this a bummer. This one’s a runner.”

Lia took off once again, running through more halls and more flights of stairs.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before Lia had reached a dead end.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

Lia frantically looked around for hiding spot.

She immediately spotted a window with long red curtains.

Perfect!

Wasting no time, Lia zoomed behind the curtains and stood as still as she could.

Sure enough, the sound of Balan’s boots clicking against the floor drew closer and closer.

“Oh darling~ Where are you hiding?”

Lia held her breath as she heard Balan draw closer and closer.

Just when she thought she had been caught, Balan sighed.

“Oh dear, it looks like I’ve lost you. Oh whatever shall I do?”

Soon the sound of Balan’s boots clicking slowly faded away.

Lia carefully peeked out from behind the curtains.

There didn’t seem to be any signs of Balan.

She carefully looked behind her.

Nothing there either.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Lia carefully crept down the halls and down the stairs.

After what felt like forever, Lia finally found where she came in from.

She let out a happy cheer as she ran as fast as her legs could take her.

Just as she was about to make it outside, she felt a hand grab her wrist.

She screamed once more as she was dragged backwards and face to face with Balan again.

“Well that was fun but I’ve got a show to run!”

Before Lia could process what was happening, Balan scooped her up and flew her back to the stage.

[qillmhi]

🐢💜 Donatello x Male!Reader

Enter: New Interest!

OwO what's this? The long over due part 2?

Part 1

Stalk·er

/ˈstôkər/

noun

1.a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention.

2.a person who hunts game stealthily.

Donatello groaned as he dramatically dropped himself on his chair, slightly cringing as the sharp 'squeak' his chair made in protest.

He'll fix that that later. For now he was facing the toughest situation in his life yet.

It had been exactly 2 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours and 37 minutes since he had met April's love interest and frankly... it did not go the way he expected it.

Not only did the plan fail because of his hesitancy, but April is still going on and on about her highschool crush. It was highly infuriating and Donnie didn't like it.

And so he began with his investigation. He easily hacked into the student's information log and found his target. First came your student ID number, then your address, your parent's number and socials.

For a while, he convinced himself that he was only doing this to protect April. Gotta make sure you're a real person and not secretly a Kraang like Irma. He's doing the right thing in order to make sure his family and friends are safe! There's nothing wrong with that, right?

That was of course.... until he stumbled upon your Instagram---and my god you were just a different level of good looking.

Pictures upon pictures of you surrounded by lavish things and expensive clothing from Gucci to Chanel to Balenciaga---they all look good on you! And you were in places he never even imagined of going---Hawaii, Taiwan, New Zealand, Paris, you were everywhere!

Each photo was cleverly taken with expressions ranging from relaxed, to excited, to melancholy. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you were modeling.

Great! Not only were you Mr. Good Looking Popular Boy, now you're a model too?!

That's just ridiculous!!!

Donatello, at that moment knew, God made you just to spite him!

'Hyat! Take this! The ultimate human!'

It was at the heat of the moment when his hands took control while his mind rages with the temperature of the sun. He printed out a photo of your face with that cute-ehem-asshole grin and duck taped it to a pillow.

He now understands how Rapahel feels when he's mad. Donnie just wants to pour out his frustrations and punch something! Anything!

But just as he was about to give the first blow to his (y/n)-punching bag, he stopped.

In fact, one look at your smiling face, all of his anger immediately dispersed.

You looked happy. Carefree and innocent, like a teddy bear that needs a hug.

Donnie's face starts to turn red "Ah!! Stop it, stop it!!" He slapped his cheeks to calm his nerves. He looked at his makeshift punching bag and turned it face down. He'll go back on that later.

The tall terrapin walked back to his computer. Maybe he just needs a different photo? Yeah, an ugly photo. Maybe one of those stolen pictures of you picking your nose or mid sneeze!

"Yeah just need to find an ugly photo of him!" He assured himself "I'm sure I can find one on no time!"

There weren't any.

Each image of you was framed to perfection. He had to bitterly admit that your photographer knew exactly what he was doing.

"Grrr!!!" This was not good. Not according to plan.

So far, you were clean. Too clean.

He bet he could find some sort of dirt on you in other social medias instead so he went off to hunt down your accounts. It didn't take long for him to hook your phone's GPS on his computer, letting him know wherever you are at any given moment.

"Doña Alicia's elementary school? Ooorrrr a secret Kraang base!!" He screamed at the monitor "You won't be getting away from me, you thief!!"

And that, ladies and gentlemen is how Donatello Hamato went from background checking, to obsessive stalking.

"Tsk." He didn't like that word. He prefers 'Gathering information for safety purposes'.

He wasn't directly harassing you nor was he hunting you. He's just being protective of his loved ones!

Which is totally different!

He sighed. Today wasn't going good. His time and thoughts were occupied with you so much so that he hadn't had time to think about anything new. He already finished doing repairs anyway, maybe he'll call it a day and get some rest?

The purple turtle stood and dragged himself towards his room, passing by his brothers on the couch.

Leo was the first to notice him "Need something Donnie?"

Donnie just shook his head "No. I'm thinking about going to sleep."

"Woah!" Mikey did a double take from his video game "Did I hear that right? Donnie? Sleep? That's like mixing water and milk!"

"Actually, its water and oil."

"Whatever!" Raph injected "You've been acting weird lately."

Donnie was offended "I am not!"

"Well.." Leo started "You have been distracted a lot during training. And you're always in your lab but we don't hear you making anything." He shrugged.

"Can't I work in silence? What if I put sound proof padding in my lab?"

"Did you?"

"....no.."

"Hey guys!" April popped up seemingly out of nowhere.

"Hey April!" Mikey waved, still busy with beating his own high score.

Donnie stood in full alert. April is here!!!

Donnie clearned his throat and approached the red haired beauty "H-Hi Apri-"

"Leo! I need your help!" The redhead zoomed past the genius brother and went straight to Leo. Donnie sulked.

"Sure, what can I help you with?" Leo stood from his position on the couch to face April who looked bashful and hesitant.

"Do you ah... think you can help me with Space Heroes?" She asked.

What?

Leo looked surprised but otherwise pleased that someone took interest in his favorite show "Of course! May I ask why and what part you want to know?"

"Everything!" April replied without a second thought "(Y/n) mentioned that he used to watch Space Heroes as a kid and I was wondering if you could help me know enough to get a conversation flowing?" Donatello growled. He didn't like that April was going out of her way just to have something in common with you.

"That (y/n) again? Sheesh girls are crazy." Raph grumbled.

"Please Leo?" She clasped both of her hands and did her best puppy dog eyes at Leo.

Donnie didn't bother hearing the rest of it.

He stomped his way into his room and slammed the door shut. He dropped on his bed, immediately making eye contact with (Y/n), the un-punched Punching Bag.

"This is your fault!" He picked up the pillow and started shaking it "You're ruining my life!!" Donnie shouted at the poor pillow. "You already had everything! Why do you need her too?!"

He glared at your stupidly handsome face "You're waayyy too perfect to even be realistic!" He ranted "You may not be a Kraang but that doesn't mean you're not secretly an alien, are you?!" He accused the pillow as if it was going to reply.

It didn't.

"Oh what am I doing? This is so stupid." Of course it wouldn't reply. Donnie plopped back into his bed, still holding the verbally attacked pillow.

"Donnie?"

Donatello screamed, accidentally throwing the pillow on Raph's feet.

It landed facing up.

Raph looked at the picture taped on the pillow. Then to Donnie. Then the pillow.  Then back to Donnie.

"I... I-I can explain!"

"So that's what happened?"

Donnie nodded. Raph was surprisingly understanding. For a second there, he expected his hot headed brother to run around the lair telling everyone about what he saw.

"Well I'm not really good at giving advice-"

"I know."

"-but I suggest you figure out this guy's personality in person. Anyone can fake their personality in social media and girls tend to get too knocked in on looks to notice anything bad about the guys they like." Raph said. "If he turns out to be a pretty boy with a bratty attitude you'll know to stay away." Raph leaned on the wall as he finishes.

"Wow..." Donnie was impressed. That didn't seem to bad "That's actually... a really good idea."

Raph smirked "Yeah, you're already stalking him so why not follow him around too?"

"I'm not a stalker."

"Yeah?! Tell that to him!" Raph gestured at the discarded (Y/n) punching pillow on the floor.

Donatello blinked. Walked up to pick up the pillow and looked at it straight in the eye.

"I am not a stalker." He glared at the pillow.

Raph facepalmed.

Part 3

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

So I have a silly request, can I request the demon Bros who has an MC who just randomly puts up a good noodle board. Like there is no purpose to any of the stars on board and it's just a social experiment between MC and Solomon to see how the demons will react. I keep thinking of how funny it would be if MC went about a week just adding stars at random for no reason and one day taking two away from Lucifer with no explanation. Which makes them realize that they can now lose Stars. The bros get told that it's a social experiment after about a month of dealing with the good noodle board.

The Good Noodle Board (Demon Brother Headcanons)

“Hey, remember that one episode of spongebob? You know… the one?” Solomon asked over study break, and honestly… this man… this fucking man. If he wasn’t asking about Lucifer and how to get close to the demon he was asking shit like this. It didn’t make any sense, and it was so vague, it drove you nuts… but you were bored, so you decided to humor him.

“Ahhh, yes… I remember that one episode, out of 248… I remember the exact one that you’re talking about with no context or description. I know that one.” Was the sass necessary? Nope, absolutely not, but you couldn’t really be that way with the demon brothers because they knew how to sass you back twice as much, and you couldn’t possibly be that way with the angels because they wouldn’t understand it and their feelings were fragile. Solomon on the other hand was a little shit and his sass wasn’t even good so you could take it if he tried.

“Ha… funny. I mean the one with the noodle board, the Good Noodle Board.” Now it was ringing a bell, but it still made no sense why he was bringing it up, so you nodded to encourage him to keep going. There had to be some reason he was bringing this up. “Social experiment… see how the brothers would react to a Noodle Board. You gotta try it, a month tops, and tell me how it goes.” It wasn’t a bad idea, and it might be fun for everyone… or it could go horribly wrong… You’ll never know if you don’t try though.

You hung the Good Noodle Board right in the living room in the middle of the night, no explanation. They’ll just wake up to the noodle board, and that’s where the fun begins!

Lucifer

He is highly suspicious of the board. But right now he sees that everyone has the same amount of stars, so he doesn’t get it, but everything seems even, so it isn’t really a problem. Not yet at least. Things really started to get confusing when he came out of his office later in the day and saw two new stars next to his name. It was a good feeling because that meant he was ahead of everyone else… but why? How did he get those stars? What did he do? He said good morning to you this morning, and he remembered to eat something with his coffee, were those the reasons for the stars? This was more confusing than Lord Diavolos' out of order paperwork. “Oh! Y/N I caught you… the uh, Good Noodle Board… what is it? How does it work?” There was no fun in explaining it already, it wasn’t even day two at this point and he had racked up a bunch of stars. You didn’t know why he was worrying about it now, the real fun part hasn’t even come yet. You shrugged, smiling sheepishly at him before walking towards the stairs, waiting for him to go back into his office before running back out and sticking one more star next to his name. After two weeks came the fun part, taking away the stars. He yelled at Mammon for no apparent reason and made him sad… he got two stars taken away. He fell asleep at his desk overworking himself? One star is taken away, and after the experiment is over you’ll talk to him about that because it isn’t good. Every morning you wake up and see him fretting over this board, counting and recounting the stars just to make sure he’s not just seeing things and that his stars are going missing. “Y/N… The uhm… My stars seem to be going missing. Is there a reason for that? Do you think Mammon is stealing the stars? Hmm… Never mind. I’m not even worried about it. I have a meeting with Diavolo today. Goodbye.” Another star was taken away for accusing Mammon of things he didn’t do. To see Lucifer get so worked up over the board, you were sure Solomon would want to be there to experience it too. By the end of the month, Lucifer is frazzled and confused and thinking way too hard about all of it. You were kind of sad to end it, but seeing his face when you explained it to him made ending it all worth it.

“I-... Study break is for studying. Use it wisely, and stop letting Solomon put ideas in your head. If I may ask though… Why did I lose the stars?”

Mammon

The Good Noodle Board is awesome. He’s got so many stars right now, and he already knows you did it. You think he doesn’t get suspicious of why you’re not in your room and sneaks down to see what you’re doing? Not in a weird way, he’s just making sure you’re okay. But yeah, he totally watched you put up the board and everything. He tried to stay on his best behavior because, well… things like this usually meant there was incentive, and that could mean money at the end. You were onto that too though, and you were trying to keep things fair, which was already out the window when you found out that he already knew what the board was. “Ya know… I’ve been real good lately and… I don’t think the stars are showin’ how good I’ve been. Don’tcha think I should have more?” He pouted at you, and you could only laugh as you shook your head at him before walking away. He was going to ruin the experiment if he kept questioning you, so maybe you should just add a couple more to get him to shush, or at least to keep him from telling his brothers about it. It took a couple hours for him to get busy enough to not worry about the noodle board for a few minutes, just long enough for you to run back down to the living room and stick a couple more stickers next to his name. It was hard for him to stay good the whole time though. The experiment lasted a month, and it was amazing that he was able to be on his best behavior for even one whole week. By the second week he was back to his typical self. One by one you pulled stars off, and each time he’d come to you whining about how it wasn’t fair. “Ya all just wanna see me upset! That’s why yer takin’ my stars away! I don’t need the stupid Good Noodle Board anyway… I know I’m a good noodle!” He stormed out of the room, making sure to stomp loudly just to show how upset he is. So the social experiment went well, and when you finally told him what it was… He was torn between thinking it was funny or being upset because it was done at his expense, plus it meant that you hung out with Solomon which he didn’t like at all.

“Next time ya wanna do somethin’ like that come ta me instead! I don’t want ya hangin’ with Solomon anymore.”

Leviathan

The Good Noodle Board didn’t seem like it would be a problem, he stays in his room all the time anyway, it shouldn’t be a big deal. He’s banking on his stars staying consistent, there’s no way he could earn stars because he doesn’t leave his room, and he doesn’t like being in competition with his brothers, so it’s better if he just stays up in his room anyway. The board can’t affect him if he doesn’t think about it. The thing is, he was getting stars randomly… It didn’t make sense to him. He’d find a new star stuck next to his name when he came down for breakfast and dinner, and on the days that he didn’t skip RAD classes he’d have five more. The system was strange, it was like whoever was running the board, although he did assume it was you, they spotted his good behavior even when he wasn’t trying to be good. “Hey Y/N…” He stopped you after dinner, leading you into the living room to point at the board. “What’s uh… What’s up with this… Do you know anything about it?” It would have been easy to tell him, but there’s no fun in that. You shook your head, walking away and leaving Levi to stare at the board, questioning his newly placed stars. Taking the stars away was even more entertaining than putting them on. If he stayed up all night and raged and kept the rest of the house awake, he’d wake up to stars gone. If he skipped his RAD classes, his stars would be gone when he came back home. There wasn’t really anything else to take his stars away for, but once he noticed the stars were gone he started to panic. “Wh-Why are my stars disappearing? What’s going on? What did I do? H-How does Mammon have more stars than I do?!” That didn’t seem right to him, not at all. Mammon couldn’t possibly be doing better than him. He was going to sulk about it until his star count was at least above Mammon’s. Waking up at the end of the month and seeing you take the board down was probably the happiest he’s felt all month. He wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore, but also, now he knows 100% that it was you, and he’s got a lot of questions.

“S-So it was you… Why was Mammon doing better than me? How did you come up with it? Why is it called being a Good Noodle? Why did I lose stars? Please don’t do it ever again…”

Satan

He had walked right past it the day that it got put up, he didn’t even notice it at first. Lucifer was known to hang weird decorations in the living room, and most of the things that hung on the wall didn’t interest him, so clearly this new wall piece wouldn’t be a big deal to him either. His curiosity got the best of him though when he saw you looking at it. Now he was invested in the star board, checking it every single time he walked through the living room just to make sure he was ahead of Lucifer. That was the only thing that mattered to him now. Being ahead of Lucifer on the Noodle Board meant that he was essentially better than Lucifer, and that would mean he was winning. “You see that, Y/N… Lucifer is below me… It feels good. Whoever is running this board knows who the best brother is.” He was going to lose stars for that as soon as you started taking them away, but for now he was still receiving stars for helping you study and reading to you at night. Once the stars were taken away though, he had a lot of reasons for getting them taken. He didn’t straighten up his books and you constantly tripped over them whenever you visited him in his room. He was sassy as hell most of the time, and his constant berating of Lucifer was kind of irritating, especially since it was pretty well known that he hated the guy, he just felt the need to constantly say something about it. Stars were disappearing left and right from beside his name, and he couldn’t understand why, it was stressing him out way more than it should. “Lucifer is doing this! It’s because I was above him and he couldn’t handle it! Look how many stars I’ve lost! He’s jealous. He’s so jealous. That’s fine. I know I’m better than him.” This whole thing cracked you up. It was hysterical how mad he got. Finally explaining to him that you were the one who ran the board and that it was yours and Solomon's idea, he didn’t know if it was a relief or if it irritated him more.

“So this was… your idea… and Solomon’s…? Did you write a book report on our reactions? Did you have fun? Sure seems like you did. Glad you enjoyed it. Never again.”

Asmodeus

So when he first saw the Good Noodle Board, he initially thought that it meant… well… he thought that Noodle meant… dick, so it was really shocking that all of the brothers, including himself, had the same amount of stars, especially since he knew damn well that his noodle was the best. It wasn’t until he started getting stars after not doing anything sexual that he realized that the board wasn’t pertaining to having a good noodle, but being a good noodle, and that he as a whole is the noodle. It still wasn’t going to be hard for him though, he’s a good demon, he’s a sweetheart, he knows it. He didn’t have to do much to get stars either, he was just a happy guy who loved himself and everyone else. How could he not be raking in the stars with a personality like that? “Look at all those stars, Y/N! It’s not easy being a star, but whoever is running this board really understands that I’m the brightest star there is. They’re very smart.” He had no idea that stars could be taken away, apparently he assumed that stars were permanent once they went on the board. He couldn’t have been more wrong. He changed his outfit about 3 times a day, which meant that weekly laundry was way more than it should be and laundry detergent was going faster than food in the fridge when Beel was home. And some days… he’d wear certain lip glosses that stained every single glass that he drank out of, which wouldn’t really be a problem if you weren’t the one doing dishes and trying like hell to scrub those lip marks off. He didn’t lose a lot of stars for the last one, but every time you had to deal with it, he’d lose one star for the hours you scrubbed away at those glasses. “I think a couple of my stars fell off… which is weird because none of the other ones did. Do you think… do you think someone is taking my stars away? How could they do that? Hmph… And I thought they were smart. I guess not.” Finally telling him was like a weight off of his shoulders, he finally understood what the whole meaning of the board was and who was doing it. He became way more interested in it when he found out it was Solomon’s idea as well.

“So this whole thing was just an… experiment? And Solomon was in on it? I didn’t know you and Solomon hung out like that. Well, next time you do, tell me. I want to be in on your next idea.”

Beelzebub

He also, like Asmo, thought the Good Noodle Board meant something else, although his thought wasn’t anywhere near what Asmo thought. He just thought it meant how many good noodles the brothers had made, which is why he was unsure of why Belphie and… well… any of the other brothers had so many stars. Their noodle making skills were not very good. You didn’t want him to be in the dark, so without giving away too much information, you explained the meaning of the board. Earning stars was really easy for him, and you actually worried that he didn’t have enough space next to his name for all the stars that he got. He was just… a sweetheart, and he was always being good to everyone and he never got into trouble or did anything bad. You were running out of stars, but he was so happy to see how many stars he’d have at the end of the day, it was really sweet. “Look Y/N. Noodles are really good, and I guess I’m really good too. Cool, I’m like a really good noodle. Goodnight.” Taking away stars was almost as upsetting for you to do as it was for him to see. You knew he didn’t mean to be a bad noodle, but… He was eating the lunches that you packed for yourself and you were constantly running late to your classes because you’d have to repack your lunch and… Well he had to lose a star for that. He also kept leaving his gym bag in the middle of the main hallway when he came home and you’ve tripped over it several times. When he saw that his stars were able to be taken away he looked really upset, which kind of upset you. “Am I not a really good noodle? I wonder what I did… Y/N, do you know what I did? No… I’ll figure it out. I have to be a good noodle.” You were really relieved when it was finally over, for his sake. It was fun with all the others, but he was thinking too hard about it and you didn’t want him to have to worry about it anymore.

“Oh, so I’m still a good noodle? I did have more stars than anyone else… Do I ever get to know why I got the stars taken away though, because I still don’t want to be a bad noodle… Even if the board is gone.”

Belphegor

He didn’t come out of his room often enough to even notice the board was up. Beel actually had to tell him about it, and that was the only time he came downstairs wrapped in a blanket to look at the board. All he did was shrug though, he legitimately did not care about it at first. It was hard to give him stars because… he was never around? Can you give people stars for sleeping? You’d have to use the same system that you used for Levi. He came out of his room to eat meals with the rest of the house… he’d get a star. He actually showed up at his classes instead of “accidentally” sleeping through them? He’d get a couple more stars. When he’d come home he’d see the extra stars next to his name and shake his head, but you could tell he was confused as to why he was getting them. “I get stars for participating in things I don’t want to do? I don’t know if I actually want the stars… but somehow Mammon has a lot which is stupid, so I guess I’ll just keep doing whatever so I can be ahead of him… And Lucifer. Stupid Lucifer.” Taking away stars was a lot easier than you thought it would be. Sometimes when you’d try to wake him up in the morning to get to class he’d throw pillows at you until you went away, and he’d lose stars for that. Other times he’d willingly go to sleep in the middle of classes, or meal times even though you knew for a fact that he had a full night's sleep, he was just trying to be rude. He got stars taken away for those things… and many others. When he saw that most of the stars next to his name had been taken he was kind of pissed off. “So according to the Noodle Board… I’m worse than Mammon, and Lucifer. I call bullshit, this whole board is bullshit and I’m taking a nap.” He was very sassy and he generally avoided the board. He couldn’t have been happier when he saw that it was finally gone at the end of the month, and when you told him that it was yours and Solomon’s idea, he just laughed, so you didn’t really know what that meant.

“I knew it was you the whole time. Only you and Solomon could come up with an idea that would throw all of us off like that. I’d have enjoyed it if I wasn’t involved and I got to watch Lucifer suffer. But now I can finally sleep whenever and wherever I want, so, I’m glad it’s gone. Night.”

[strawbearisamu]

dialogues: vegetables // 野菜

timeskip! sakusa kiyoomi x gn! reader

genre: fluff

summary: you don't like eating vegetables, your boyfriend tries to change that

you were cuddled on the couch, with takeaways and some tv show passively playing in the background.

"for you," you smile a little too enthusiastically, all your broccolis shoved into one side as you desperately dumped them onto your boyfriend's plate beside you.

"i know what you're playing at y/n," he warns, sliding them back to your plate.

"don't know what you're talking about, just want my wonderful athlete boyfriend to have a balanced diet." you contended, pouting as you watch the broccolis be returned to your plate.

"eat them. they're good for you and you never eat them." he looks down at you glaring at the broccolis with defiant eyes.

"no omi they taste bad" you whined as his turned towards the tv in ignorance, hoping that by some higher force you would eat the damn broccolis. but instead you slid them back onto his plate, trying to move as discreetly as possible, giggling ever so softly.

sakusa narrowed his eyes at you, letting out a sigh "i’m literally right next to you, y/n.”

you avoided his eye contact, whispering under your breath, “gotta more subtle next time.”

“how about this,” he lifted your chin a little, eyes meeting yours, “i'll kiss you if you eat them.”

“no thanks, i get kisses anyway,” you quipped, shaking your head.

now you were really getting on his nerves, why couldn't you understand that this was for your own good?

a silence grew between the both of you as you guys continued eating, you hoped he would forget it all soon, waiting for an opening to shove those broccolis back on his plate, all whilst he tried to come up with something, anything to trick you into eating vegetables, you may be beyond conventional methods but your boyfriend was still determined to make you eat them.

finally sakusa asked, "do you wanna grow old together?" you blinked twice, the question throwing you off.

"of course omi, lets grow old together." your beaming smile making his heart flutter a little, adorable, almost adorable enough to distract him from his goal. but sakusa followed through.

"well i don't want to,” sakusa continued to eat as if he hadn't said something completely absurd.

"what?" your lips forming a slight pout, eyes trained on him.

"well i can't date someone who might no longer exist, i'll have to find another person to date." he watched you cuddle deeper into his side, your brows twisting in annoyance at his provocation as you snaked an arm around him.

"you can't do that omi.” you protested, “you said i was the only one for you,” lips pressed into a fine line, head pressed against his chest.

his breath tickling your hair, "yes but who knows what time has in store for us, maybe i’ll meet someone else, someone new and captivating, someone who excites me, make new memories.”

"omi," you warned, a deep frown displacing mere annoyance, rage and jealousy gnawing at the pit of your stomach.

he pulled away, meeting your eyes with his dark orbs that carried your reflection, "and eventually i'll forget about you completely, my new lover, they’ll be enough for me and i won’t even need to think of you. what do you think?" he taunted.

"i'll come back and haunt you omi, i'll never let you rest, don't even think about settling because i'm the best you're ever gonna get." you snapped, seething with rage as you punctuated each word. letting go of his torso, you moved to the far side of the couch.

he had broken through your iron defence. you were always so witty, quick to counter, to defend your ideals, though commendable in other affairs, it was a nuisance when it came the matter at hand.

he held back a smile, pleased as he looked over to see you sulking in silence, no doubt mumbling about what a bad boyfriend he was.

finally after pushing around the broccolis for a few solid minutes, you gave them an aggressive stab, shaking your head before shoving them into into your mouth. chewing quickly, hastily trying to lull the process over. swallowing exaggeratedly before looking expectantly at sakusa, a frown still present on your face.

“well that wasn’t so bad, right babe?," he said scooching over to your side where he put an arm over you. pulling your head into his chest as he planted a kiss on your forehead. "you're my one and only.”

“and?”

“and i’m sorry i said those things.”

“and?”

“i love you, y/n.”

you smiled, “guess i won’t have to haunt you now.”

“i guess you don’t.”

m.list ✨ | each and every reblop is appreciated ☻ (+ free hugs)

[simluvbot]

Enhypen’s reaction to when you punch a guy (hyung line)

a/n: this was a request ! I said I could upload this a few days ago but due to it being my birthday and it currently being exam week I didn’t have the time to edit this so that’s why I uploaded without proofreading at first TT // ok I finished editing 😁 Jake and sunghoon’s one is so bad don’t read it pls sorry

Although as this fic includes violence I only wrote for hyung like members and not maknae line, I hope you understand

Warnings: descriptions of physical violence (punching), mentions of being in a crowd, mentions of wanting to harm others (thoughts)

+ note: this is a work of fiction and in no way am I encouraging violence ! I wrote this in a way that I thought would match the member’s personalities although this is definitely not a true depiction of the enhypen members ^^

Lee heeseung

You and heeseung had been in the library studying together for your exams, and although you both had luckily reserved a secluded spot in the library that was both quiet and spacious for your revision, it wasn’t soon before some inconsiderate assholes had decided to occupy your desk too.

There were only two of them, yet they still managed to take up over half of the table whereas you and heeseung only had one small portion to yourselves

Plus they were very noisy, and the only librarian being on the seconf floor didnt help either  😐

You and your boyfriend had both made several attempts to sheepishly ask them if they could please quieten down before the librarian came back and kicked them out and more importantly so you mad heeseung could focus ??

But they simply ignored you, paying attention to the… online games ?? They had came to the library to play???

You were starting to get very annoyed, but decided to bite your tongue and instead have you and heeseung focus on your work

But it was when one of them spilt their coffee on heeseung’s expensive   textbook and even laugh afterwards which is what you decided that you finally had it

You don’t know how it happened, but soon you were standing up and landed a solid punch on the guy’s face

Heeseung was really shocked, just as much as you at your brash movements

And he would be even more concerned for you when he sees the person you punched egret aggressive to you and start getting close in your face.

“Hey man, that’s enough.” Despite heeseung’s shock, it didn’t take him longer than second before he stood up and grabbed at the man’s arm easily after he got up close you you intimidatingly, heeseung’s strong grip preventing the stranger from hitting you back and you swear you’ve never heard heeseung’s voice so deep and authoritative before as he told the man to sit down and focus on his stupid game

Due to your own surprise at your actions, you barely payed attention to what was going on as heeseung had a polite (on his end..) whisper-argument with the two guys, packing his things up as well as yours before grabbing your hand and safely leading you out of the library

You two ended up going home where he cleaned at your busted knuckles gently, sad at the fact that you got hurt and overall bummed out at two guys who got you so worked up and that his go-to textbook got ruined ):

“Baby, why did you do that, Hm? We could have just left to another place. You could have gotten hurt if they fought back!”

More than anything, your boyfriend was upset at the idea of you potentially getting more than just a few cuts and bruises on your knuckles, and so you promised heeseung right then and there that you wouldn’t do it again

After both of you got changed into your pyjamas, you and heeseung had set up your own study area in the dining room table, where you both continued with your study session for the rest of the day, with lots of cuddles afterwards as a reward!

Park Jongseong

You and jay were walking back home and it was already dark outside as you were both walking through the streets.

Approaching a heavily crowded place outside a club which included several people under the influences, it was pretty hard for you both to squeeze through the crowd as you were walking past.

They literally were spilling onto the road.. :/

“Jay.” You gasped when you lost hold of his hand on yours, leaving you in the idle of the crowd alone. There were so many bodies around you and as you got quickly pushed to against a wall from the movements of the people you found it hard to make your way through the people who were much taller than you.

You were starting to get anxious and when someone came directly in front of you, literally ignoring you asking for them to move and plainly blocking you for no reason you started to get frustrated, adrenaline in your veins as you lost your boyfriend and wanted to get out asap before you started fo panic.

You had asked the person to please move out of the way so you could pass through and they even had the audacity to look at you and make eye contact — only to simply ignore you when you asked for the nth time for them to scoot.

So, with your anxiety peaking and frustration soaring, you punched them hard on their face as soon as they turned around, and when they went stumbling backwards you finally had enough space to escape from your trapped position against the wall.

Jay had finally found you and was right there a few steps in front of you, and you were almost reaching him when a hand pulled you back suddenly, slamming you against the wall aggressively and leading you to hit your head hard.

Jay saw the whole thing. and he was livid

He shouted at the guy and grabbed his hands in his, pushing him so he was off of you once again. Jay was so angry he literally thought he could see red. How dare a man not just refuse to let someone obviously distressed through, but to touch you and hurt you?

You had to calm him down and urged hin for you both to leave before the stranger started getting aggressive because he was already shouting at you both and some heads were turning 😟

He eventually listened to you when he saw your glossed eyes and you clutching at your aching knuckles, so gently grabbing your unhurt hand in his he swiftly led you both away from the crowd in less than a minute, face fallen and heart aching ah ):

“Hey, let me look at you. are you okay? Did that bastard hurt you a lot?”

You could tell he was still so agitated with what happened, checking at your bruised knuckles and looking a the back of your head that was starting to form a lump from the force of being pushed against the wall earlier.

“I’m so sorry, I should have held tighter. I should have brought some security guards with us today.”

You had to tell him it was okay and you defended yourself and the guy was just a jerk and can’t hurt you anymore.

Jay was still so sad at the fact that you got hurt all because he let you go accidentally for one second ): seeing you so anxious and literally in pain made him feel so bad.

He showered you in many kisses once you both got home and you had a relaxing bath together, as well as helping treat your bruise , promising for this to never happen again 🥺

Sim jaeyun

You were hanging out with your old classmates as a reunion and it was getting close to the time where Jake had said he would pick you up to take you home.

Your classmates had asked you if you had a partner and when you told them that you did, they all got instantly curious.

You of course got so excited and was ecstatic to flaunt off your talented and handsome boyfriend to them :D

So you showed them a picture of Jake, however the reaction that you were met with was not what you were expecting.

Your classmates were silent for a few moments as they looked at the photo, before one of them eventually asked,

“Oh, so that’s the guy you’re dating?”

You could see two of them exchange glances for a reason you could not possibly fathom and your heart fell to your stomach when you saw them stifing their laughter.

“What?” You asked, frowning as you looked at the photo you showed them on your phone. What was wrong with the photo?

“Oh.. nothing it’s just.. well.. he just doesn’t look like the best option..”

“It’s pretty cute actually. Of course you would end up with a guy that looks like he matches you in social level.. he’s probably a loser.”

You were so confused and the comments kept coming as they talked amongst themselves, openly criticising Jake for no reason.

You gotta admit, you never were the closest my with your classmates in the first place but still decided to agree to the meet-up for old times’ sake.

You could put up with their side glances towards you ever since you arrived because you barely cared, but when they dared talk about your boyfriend like that??

You were so angry you felt yourself almost shaking.

“Hey.” You said, standing up abruptly from your seat on the picnic table at the park you guys were hanging out at.

“Why are you insulting my boyfriend like that. What is wrong with you?”

Once again, they simply laughed in your face, seeming to think of your reaction as hilarious.

You were gonna start crying soon because the rage boiling up inside of you was reaching to the point that you were finding it hard to contain it and breathe deeply to keep calm and not cause a scene.

But they kept insulting Jake, liking watching you get angry under their gazes.

One of your classmates in particular kept offering comments, too many and you had enough - you snapped.

You punched them square in the face.

And you had done so just when you noticed Jake exiting his car right outside of the park, when it was obvious that he saw you.

You didn’t care, and in fact you started laughing almost hysterically in front of your classmates at their shocked expressions.

You were in tears because the person you punched started having a nosebleed… to you it was hilarious and you were in your own world trying to catch your breath from laughing so much until you heard your name being called.

“Y/n.” Jake said worriedly, finally reaching yoy and placing a hand on your shoulder.

He led you to his car, and after you both left and as you sat silently in the passenger seat having calmed down, you were staring to feel awkward with all the little glances Jake threw towards you ever so often.

He didn’t ask or push, instead just remaining silent and gripping at your hand you had punched your classmate with, thumb swirling over your red knuckles as he stared down at them with a bothered expression.

“Sorry.” You finally said, giving him a sheepish smile. “They just kept talking so badly about you when they found out I had a boyfriend.. I couldn’t resist.”

Jake if anything was a bit disappointed that you had reacted violently, and he was silent for a few seconds as he sat unknowing of what to say, frowning and licking his lips like a confused puppy trying to work out a solution.

“Please just don’t do it again. Violence is never okay, you should have just left. I don’t want my y/nnie getting hurt or getting into fights because of me, okay?”

You both drove back and cuddled a lot on the sofa, and Jake made sure to give your knuckles several kisses, his heart aching with the memory of what happened );

Park Sunghoon

“Ha, if it isn’t the ugly y/n.”

You bit your lip as you heard the familiar laugh of the rink bullies behind you, plainly mocking you.

“Still friends with that weirdo, park sunghoon?”

Ever since the members in the same extracurricular figure skating club had found out you were friends with sunghoon, the ice boy that they liked to torment for reasons forever unknown to you, you had soon too fallen victim to their evil teasing.

“I told you to stop making fun of sunghoon like that.” You said plainly, sighing as you sat down on a bench to undo your skates.

The group members laughed and would just not leave you alone, even going as far as sitting next to you and entering your personal space by constantly poking at your sides sharply.

And you swear to god the temptation of slashing open their faces with the bottom of your skates was very tempting—

But no, you had told sunghoon that you would meet him at the entrance of the rink to walk home together after your individual practices; and you were already running late.

“Where you going? To go see sunghoon? Huh? Go tell him that we messed with his skates so he fails in the competition.”

Your hands froze as you were tying your converses. You looked up, meeting the leader’s gaze.

“What?” You had enough. You could never understand why they had sunghoon as their punching bag. Sunghoon was used to it, not one to start arguments and the type to only keep to himself when things like this happen.

You just went along with it and followed his lead in ignoring your other club members, but them going this far to try to sabotage the performance sunghoon had been training months for? You had enough of simply doing nothing in retaliation to their bullying.

Standing up abruptly, they stood back at youe sudden movement, but not quick enough for being able to dodge the punch you swung directly on the nose of the nearest one in front of you.

“Y/n?”

Looking over to the doorframe of the changing room — there was park sunghoon.

“Sunghoon.” You said in shock, glancing over towards the group in front of you as they started guffawing at the sides of the person you punched

“Sorry, I got caught up with-“

You were just making your way speedily over towards hoon when you were pulled back by the wrist painfully.

You gasped when the force that you were let go of led you to be flung over to one side and practically topple onto the sticky matte floor.

Wincing as you landed on your wrist, you hissed at the fresh pain and the loud crack that came with it.

It was silent as everyone paused, having heard your wrist snapping as much as you had felt the pain of it.

“Y/n!” Sunghoon was at your side in an instant, pushing his way cut though the others standing around you in shock.

His pretty face was frowned with worry, eyes wide as he came in front of you, assessing your wrist without touching it.

“Let’s get out of here.” He scooped you up, and if you weren’t busy trying to breathe in and out deeply to calm yourself down after your injury, you would have been surprised at the skate bullies making space for a clear path Sunghoon to carry you through.

From all your time of knowing the talented ice boy, your skating partner and friend — you had never really seen him show much emotion apart from the small smiles and laughs he gave only to you. His long legs were able to stride quickly to a bench outside as he called an ambulance for you, a distressed expression as he meticulously cared towards you.

And gee if you breaking your wrist didn’t hurt like hell, but after all, did you regret that day? No. You finally were able to stand up to the bullies for the first time, and even more importantly — that moment had started the beginning of a new chapter for you and Sunghoon.

[gojo-satoru-brainrot]

I Don’t Want a World Without You. Eren Jaeger x Reader

Request from @shittypaperwork

A/N: This took me forever to write this. I wanted it to be perfect. I really hope it is. Also, my asks are open for AOT smut (Disclaimer I do prefer to write in Canon Au but not opposed to writing Modern AU if I like the idea.) , Jujustu Kaisen smut. But please enjoy!!!!!!

WARNINGS: SMUT!!!, slight breading kink ig, name calling, slight Dom!Eren. Unprotected sex, Canon AU,

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

Your friendship with Eren was unlike any relationship you had experienced before. You both joined the Scouts after the attack on Wall Maria. You both bonded over the losses you both endured that day. Eren sought out revenge on the Titans. His hatred and rage fueled his desire to become a better soldier. You wanted a better understanding of the outside world. Why all the memories came fooling back in the middle of a titan ambush you had no idea why. A giant hand came out from the shadows of the forest directly aiming for you. You didn't have much time to react before Eren swooped in and grabbed you.

"(Y/N) you need to pay more attention," Eren said right before the titan grabbed the wire to his ODM gear causing him to fall to the ground several hundred feet below.

"Eren," you screamed out. Your heart pounding in your chest as you locked eyes with the titan. Suddenly, a red hot burning sensation rushed through your chest and up your face. Tears started to form in your eyes as you maneuvered around the giant trees. Finally finding a vantage point, you zipped over the titan and your blades cutting deep into its nape. It fell to the ground dust and debris flying above its lifeless body. The feeling still stuck in your chest, but it was different something lingered beneath the surface. You located Eren, and you looked at him the feeling became stronger as you watched him lay there, blood dripping from his head on the ground under him.

You were irrevocably in love with him.

There was no time to confess to him your newfound feelings. He needed to get the infirmary. The more you realized your feelings for him, the more you realized it would never work. This world was unfair and unforgiving. There was no room in the world for love let alone a relationship, or that's what you told yourself. The pain you would feel if Eren didn't reciprocate your feelings would tear you apart inside.

Two weeks had passed since the ambush in the forest and your feelings had remained the same, in fact, they had gotten stronger. Your whole squad had made it back alive, which you were grateful for. Eren was rushed to the infirmary due to his extensive injuries. You didn't sleep most nights so you would sneak down to see Eren. You held his hand and changed out his bandages being very careful not to wake him.

"(y/n), you have to let him rest," quickly turning around you saw Armin standing in the doorway.

"It's my fault this happened," the tears started to swell up in your eyes. Armin grabs your hand leads you outside.

"B-but Eren," you stammer looking back at him.

"He's going to be fine while you're gone". You looked up at the night sky, gazing at the stars above you. It was late, you didn't realize until now. How long have you been sitting by Eren? An hour? Maybe five. A cool breeze hits your face as you sit down beside Armin on the bench just outside the infirmary.

"You're so concerned about Eren. If I didn't know any better I'd say you're acting like Mikasa," he laughs. You chuckle slightly. You had been so wrapped up in making sure that Eren was okay that you had forgotten what it feels like to relax. Memories of you and Eren flood your mind.

"Armin there's something I need to tell you. I can only trust you with this information," the blonde turns to look at you.

" I'm in love with Eren". Armin's face gets all red and he turns away.

"So why are you feeling me this? Shouldn't you be telling Eren?"

"Because it would never work out the way I want".

Eren was finally recovered enough to leave the infirmary, but he was strictly prohibited from any training, missions, and extraneous activities. You have been avoiding him for days, unable to come to terms with your feelings you thought it best to stay away.

"You're eventually going to have to tell him you can hide from your feelings forever," Armin said to you quietly.

"Shut up, Armin," you punched his shoulder just a little too rough. He winches in pain, and you touch his arm.

"Sorry." You start to blabber about how you're used to hitting Eren because he can take a hit. You didn't realize Armin was trying to tell you that Eren was right behind you. A slight punch suddenly hits the middle of your back causing you to fall forward into Armin's chest. You turn around quickly to see you hit you. Your eyes lock with Eren's, trying to speak, but nothing comes out of your mouth. His green eyes peer into yours. It feels like your entire being is melting into the palm of his hand.

"Shouldn't you be picking on someone your own size," Eren smirks at you.

"Uhhh," you fumble your words trying to form a comprehensible sentence but fail.

"I gotta go!" You said quickly as you darted off somewhere far away from Erin and Armin.

Finally catching your breath you stood in front of the shower house you are reminded of a prank you pulled on Eren just a few months ago.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been a long day of combat training and Eren was the first to use the shower, like always. Connie dared you to sneak into the men's showers and take Eren's clothes and hide them in a nearby bush.

"Easy! You should come up with a harder one next time," you smirked knowing this was going to be way simple. Quietly you snuck in being extremely careful not to slam any doors. You glanced around trying to find Eren's clothes, the steam from the showers making it hard to see. Stumbling into one of the benches close to the showers.

"Fuck that hurt."

"Hello? Who's there?" You heard Eren call out. Your heartbeat quickened as you heard the water turn off.

shit shit shit where are they?

Finally, you found the clothes tucked away under the bench. You guessed this isn't the first time this happened to him. You balled up his clothes and ran out. The steam made your hair stick to your forehead as you threw his clothes in a bush.

"Nice going (y/n)!" Connie gave you a high-five. Both of you waited for Eren to realize his clothes were missing, but to both of your surprises, Eren walked out of the showers butt-ass naked with only one of his hands covering his goods. Your jaw dropped at the sight of him the sunlight made his wet skin glisten. He shook out his hair causing water droplets to scatter around him. You followed the water as it dripped down his toned chest and pass his carefully carved abs. Your eyes followed the v line just below his abs.

"My eyes are up here! Now, where did you put my clothes, darling?" Eren steps closer to you feeling the heat radiate off him from his shower. Your mouth stayed agape and all you could do was point over to the bush. He made his way over not bothering to cover his ass.

"Well, that was fun," Eren chuckled as he pulled up his pants and let them sit on his hips unbuttoned.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Wetness started to pool in between your thighs, causing you to blush from the intrusive thoughts of Eren. You looked around to make sure no one would follow you. After stepping into the shower, you took your clothes off, and neatly folded them, and placed them on the bench. You pulled the curtain closed in hopes of having a sliver of privacy. The cold water rushed over your body and hair. Your nipples became hard as the cold water ran over them. Your mind began to imagine Eren behind you and what his hands would feel like as he rubbed your shoulders and softly caressing your breasts. Maybe he would snake one of his hands down your waist and tease your folds as the other would grip your neck pulling you back into his bare chest.

"Mmm. Eren," you moaned teasing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. Your finger moved faster in circles around your clit. A tightness started building up in your core and just about as you were going to come undone the door to showers swung open. FUCK! Disappointed in your attempt to relieve some stress you quickly got dressed.

"Hey (y/n)," Sasha greeted you, but you bolted past her "okay, bye!"

You didn't want to be rude to Sasha, but you had other things on your mind. All of them were Eren. Your body ached for his. You wondered want it would feel like on top of yours. Your mind kept racing all these thoughts about him and what he looked like under his clothes.

"(Y/N)! Instead of daydreaming why don't you help in the kitchen?" You were quickly drawn away from your thoughts as Levi approached you.

"Sorry Captain, I-" you tried to explain yourself before Levi shut you down.

"You're almost as bad as Eren." Eren? You clung to his name.

"What's wrong with Eren?" You ask.

"Well, since he's been released from the infirmary he's been zoning out. But enough chit-chat go help get dinner ready."

You made your way to the kitchen. Both Connie and Sasha were slacking off and having a baguette battle.

"Guys, let's do what needs to be done. I'm tired and want to go to sleep." You announce. It took about an hour to get prepped and cooked. By the time you were done cooking, you wanted to go to your room and finish what you couldn't in the showers.

After finally arriving at your room. You quickly shut your door. The rooms weren't big, but none the less you were grateful to have your own after spending a year in the barracks. The rooms were massive, but they were a decent size for one person. A desk with a wooden chair sat in the far corner and a closet just big enough to hold a few scout uniforms and a full-size bed. Still, a layer of dust covered everything although you didn't mind. It wasn't like you were going to be staying in your room all day.

You rubbed your eyes and sat at the edge of your bed, taking off your boots and jacket, neatly putting them away in the closet. You always hated taking off your harness there were so many buckles and straps, you got confused so easily. The only light to work with was an oil lamp fixed to the wall. You sighed heavily as you finished folding up your clothes and getting into your pajamas.

As you laid down in your bed thoughts of Eren came back to you. Softly you moaned as you pawed at your breast and teased your nipple. Woefully imagining it was Eren's instead of yours. You felt a wetness start to pool between your legs. Slipping your hands down your shorts your finger circled your clit. You were a virgin, but you still knew what happened you just never found anyone worthy enough. Expect for Eren.

You moaned as you came closer and closer to climax, but it was cut short again. "(Y/N)..." You had sworn you heard someone moan your name. Quickly you pulled your covers over your body as you listen to the room next to you and you heard it again. You were sure someone was moaning your name. In the room next to yours you heard the bed squeak as someone got up from it. Your heart beated faster as you heard footsteps approached your door. You closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep. The door to your room slowly creaked open. "(Y/N)... Are you awake?" It was Eren. You still didn't open your eyes as the door shut and Eren sat on the edge of your bed. He took your hand and held it and pressed it to his chest.

"I know you're asleep but I wanted to tell you, thank you for saving me, I know everyone told you to leave me but you didn't and I'm grateful. I don't know why you've been avoiding me, but I probably deserve it somehow." You heard his voice crack and you could tell he was about to cry.

"I just don't know how to tell you this but here does nothing, I love you (Y/N)." You opened your eyes and saw Eren crying.

"I love you too." You said sitting up in your bed. Your hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were soft and perfectly fit in between yours. It was sweet and soft but your core ached for him. He pulled you onto his lap and brushed your hair behind your ear.

"I can't tell you how many nights I wished for this, to be here with you." Eren buried his face into your chest.

"You don't have to wish anymore," you told him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again this time softly biting on his lower lips. He moaned into the kiss sending chills down your spine. He gripped your hips, his callused fingers dug into your sides almost as if he was scared you were fall through his hands if he didn't hold you tight enough.

Your hips ground into his causing a deep moan to escape from his lips. His erection grew quickly underneath you. Eren flipped you over on your back onto the mattress. He stood up and began removing his shirt. Your eyes followed the skin on his stomach as more of it was exposed. Moonlight peaked in through the window, shining on his torso. It was beautiful, hours and hours of training had paid off.

"My eyes are up here, darling" he chuckled as he climbed on top of you. You couldn't help but feel his chest and abs. His piercing green eyes looked into yours. His lips crashed into yours, it was sloppy and wet and hot. Your clothes limited his access to your perfect body. He slowly took off your shirt and kissed up your stomach and in between your breasts before he took one in each hand and massaged them. His thumb rubbing your nipples before he took it in his mouth and circled it with his tongue. Your fingers ran through his hair as you leaned your head back and moaned. He made his way up to your neck kissing and sucking on it. You knew for sure there was going to be a hickey tomorrow but you didn't care. You wanted everyone to know that you were Eren's and that he was yours too.

"Eren, I need you." You begged him to touch you. He leaned back on his calves and pulled your legs up to his chest, slowly removing your shorts.

"You're so wet for me already, have you been expecting me?" He chuckled and smirked as he pushed your legs apart. His hot breath hit your folds making you beg for him even more.

"Please please Eren!" Your cries for his touch were desperate. Him seeing how much you needed him turned him on. He was throbbing in his jeans. His finger slid up your folds and collected your wetness before he put it in his mouth and sucked on his finger.

"Open your mouth," he commanded and you did as he stuck his finger in your mouth. "Suck." His voice was deep and demanding making you want him even more. Your tongue danced around his finger you tasted yourself on his finger. His mouth attached itself to your clit and you threw your head back moaning. His tongue circling your clit making you bite down on your lip to keep from moaning too loud. Your hands found their way to his beautiful brawn locks, your fingers entangled themselves pulling slightly. Eren groaned and gripped your thighs tighter, maybe enough to leave bruises. The idea of having Eren's fingerprints lingering on your skin turned you on even more.

Eren's erection grew harder and slightly painful. He stood up from the bed and a whine came from your mouth in protest.

"Don't worry we aren't done yet. Do you know how much my hand hurts by now? I'm so glad you accepted my feelings so I can fuck you now."

"All you had to do was ask" you teased back at him "but you should know I'm a virgin." You weren't shy about it, it was just how you were.

"Well, I am too, if that makes you feel better." You sat up on your knees and began to undo Eren's pants. You could hear his moan that he held back. Your fingers slipped between his skin and underwear slowly teasing it down before releasing the waistband and having it snap back to his skin. A low hiss rolled out of his mouth as he smirked at you and his eye went darker with lust.

In a fit of lust Eren quickly removed his pants and pulled his cock out. Your eyes widen at the sight, you always thought Eren was big but never this big.

"Suck now." His tone cold and demanding. You took it in one hand and started to suck on the tip of his cock. You could taste the precum from the tip. His hand placed at the back of your head slowly pushing you further and further down. Your hands gripped his thighs as he drove his cock deeper into your face. You looked up at him, he looked so hot his eyes were rolled back and beautiful moans escaped his mouth.

"Ahhh fuck (Y/N) your so warm. I'm so close, will you be a good girl and swallow for me?" He looked down, locking his eyes with yours, you nod.

"Mmmm that's my girl." He continued to fuck your face, his hands cupping your checks. A warm salty liquid flowed into your mouth. You swallowed it and sucked the rest off his cock before opening your math to show him.

"Fuck... You're such a good slut for me." He crawled on top of you. "I'm gonna take such good care of you," he kissed your stomach right below your navel. He slowly slid two fingers inside of you making you arch your back and grip the sheets. He took his time moving his fingers in and out of you taking care to make sure you never felt any pain.

"More Eren, please..." you begged for him, bringing him closer for a kiss. He lined himself up at your entrance wetting his tip on your folds. He steadied himself by placing his hand next to your head. He looked into your eyes. "Ready, darling?" You nodded. He slowly pushed his tip in both of you letting out moans of each other's names. You momentarily adjusted to his size before he added another inch. You wrapped your legs around his hips allowing him to fully enter you.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight I could cum right now," Eren moaned into your chest. Your breath was heavy as you fully adjusted to his massive size. Eren pressed his forehead to yours as he thrust in and out of you at a good pace. You moaned and softly bit into his shoulder careful not to hurt him and activate his Titan.

His thrust because faster and faster. You moaned his name over and over again. Sweat started to drip from his forehead, you could tell he was holding back his orgasm. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix. Eren let out a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You asked.

"I can it inside you. Look." You glanced at your stomach and saw the tip pressing the skin up. "Fuck I can't wait to fill you up with my seed." He pounded harder into you as your orgasm started to build.

"Eren I'm getting close," you mewled in his ear. His thrust becomes sloppy as his thumb played with clit and that sent you over the edge. Eren watched as your body twitched underneath him. It felt like your entire body was on ice and fire at the same time. Eren was not long after you as he slammed one last time into you and let out the most beautiful moan you ever heard.

"Ahhh fuckkkkk (Y/N). You were such a good girl for me." He pulled out and laid down next to you pulling you close to him.

"I love you. I always have. I don't care if this world is unfair and unforgiving. A world that doesn't have you isn't where I want to be." You pressed your face into his chest and slowly fell asleep.

[maxwell-grant]

Red of Overly Sarcastic Productions once said :"If you can imagine your Batman comforting a shared child, then congratulations, you're righting Batman. If not, you're just writing the Punisher in a funny hat". This got me wondering: could the Shadow comfort a scared child?

Could he? You forget who was there to lift young Bruce to his feet at his first brush with death (sadly far from his last).

But it's an interesting question to pose still, because children were straight up not in the pulps, not in any I've read, and I can't recall any episodes of the radio show that feature them much (there's gotta be at least a few, because they had everything in that show). The most interaction I think The Shadow's ever had with children (from comics that I can discuss here, because Marshall Rogers' "Harold Goes to Washington" is way, way too much for me to go into right now, and the less I talk about some other DC comics, the better) is in the Street & Smith comics.

There's Jerry from the Devil Kyoti arc, a kid who was traumatized by an encounter with the villain who Sayre's looking after and who ends up having some kind of hidden power that allows him to see The Shadow and defeat the villain. There was a blonde Jerry who showed up later in the Monstradamus arc, but he isn't a kid so much as he's diet Jimmy Olsen or a replacement for Harry, but he had weird eyesight-based powers and a familiarity with The Shadow, so I assume it's the same character.

There was also Donald Jordan - Shadow Jr, and okay, I may have to talk more about this weird little failed experiment some other time, but the basic gist of it is that The Shadow had a friend in Tibet named Harry Jordan (and someday I'm also gonna write about the weird prevalence and significance of the name "Harry" in The Shadow's mythos in and out of universe) who was murdered, leaving his son orphaned and with nowhere to go. And, I'll admit that I have a real weakness for The Shadow calling people "son", which he does a lot in this story.

And as you can expect, it then turns out that the kid's also learned how to cloud minds and has basically the same powers The Shadow has in these comics, and they solve the mystery of his dad's murder together, and yeah, you can absolutely tell that they are setting up this kid to be The Shadow's Robin. Although, interestingly, they don't have The Shadow actually recruit the kid, instead it's Jordan who asks The Shadow if he can go with him and join his mission, and Cranston even states he's going to have to "earn" his way

"Must I stay here, sir? It will always remind me of dad - I'd like to devote my life to your fight against evil and evil doers!

Now, "Shadow Jr's" career was incredibly short-lived, it only lasted for about two other issues, and I have no idea what happened in his final appearence called "Snake Eyes" in Shadow Comics #77, I cannot find that issue anywhere and I really want to. But the one other solo story of his I've read was...well, I think it kinda illustrates why the idea of The Shadow having a Robin was doomed from the start.

...Yeah. Even The Shadow at his most sanitized and family friendly is still The Shadow, and there's no room for children in his network, obviously he shouldn't and wouldn't have children be in those positions or make decisions expected from grown-ups who have already had encounters with death and danger, why would anyone do that-

The only instance I can think of The Shadow interacting with a child in the pulps was during The Prince of Evil, when he has to rescue a young boy from Stark's thugs.

Cranston, dazed, tried to stagger to his feet. Before he could do so, the thug had picked up the limp figure of the boy and was darting out into the street. There was a scream of horror from pedestrians.

A heavy truck was racing at top speed along the avenue. Straight into the path of the truck, the thug threw the senseless boy!

The driver of the truck jammed on the brakes. But it was too late to halt the heavy vehicle. The broad-tired wheels rolled toward the limp head of the lad on the pavement.

An instant before it could crush out his life, Lamont Cranston dived headlong into the path of destruction. His shoulder struck the boy, rolling him toward the curb. A quick wriggle, and Cranston swerved aside from the grinding death that loomed over him.

He picked up the boy. One glance and he knew there was no time to lose. The attempted killer had leaped into a waiting sedan and had already made his escape.

The boy was all Cranston could see or think about. Brass knuckles had fractured his skull. He had suffered a concussion of the brain. A glance at his bluish lips and the fixed glaze of his staring eyes told Cranston that unless the boy was operated on immediately, he would die.

A leap, Cranston was in his car. He laid the boy gently on the seat beside him, then headed the car toward the nearest hospital. Traffic lights were ignored.

The boy was taken to an emergency operating room and a skilled surgeon went to work. When it was over, Cranston asked only one question: "Will the child live?"

"Hard to say. We'll do our best."

"Spare no expense. Put him in a private room. Engage day and night nurses."

Cranston's face was pale. He knew that he himself was indirectly responsible for the boy's attack. A supercriminal had made a prompt answer to Cranston's message over Jackson's telephone. That telephone must have been tapped. The attempt to kill the boy was a vicious warning for Lamont Cranston to mind his own business about the Harmon family. It was a follow-up of the attack on Jackson's dog.

Cranston felt a surge of hot anger. He kept it under control while he answered routine police questions. He told all he knew - which was nothing.

He had only one angry thought. He intended to drive straight to the office of David Chester. He'd get the truth out of the sleek Chester, if he had to batter him with vengeful fists!

Cranston was actually halfway to Chester's office before common sense returned to him. He realized he had lost his sense of balance. He was behaving exactly as the crooks wanted. He was playing their game, not his!

He parked, and the hot rage drained slowly from him. He stopped thinking about the limp figure of a young lad on a white operating table.

This is definitely because Tinsley writes the character differently than Gibson, but I actually cannot think of another occasion where we got to read about The Shadow actively wanting to hit someone with his fists. It's very, very rare to read about The Shadow actually getting mad in the first place in such an undignified way. And I think with this passage, you'll start to notice a pattern.

The problem isn't that The Shadow cannot interact with kids or that he can't comfort them, he does it to his agents and adults he wants to help just fine, he knows how to address people in their language, or any language. The problem is, The Shadow is constantly surrounded by danger everywhere he goes, because he is The Shadow. He can be any number of things at any number of occasions, but usually, when The Shadow shows up, it's usually because people are going to die, and people are going to kill, and it's his job to address that and work the scales.

Children should not be anywhere near this, and if The Shadow's interacting with a child, it usually means that some grave danger or tragedy fell upon them, and he's here to either prevent greater tragedy or address the fall-out, and he'd be the first to agree that neither of these options should be happening at all. It doesn't mean he's not gonna do what's right and give life and limb to protect them, but, it shouldn't be up to the Boogeyman to look after them in the first place. Maybe it shouldn't be up to the Boogeyman to protect us.

But then again, as I mentioned when I talked about my own reasons for liking The Shadow so much, there are many kids who would like nothing more than to have the Boogeyman by their side to protect them. There's comfort in knowing that the scariest man in the room is unconditionally there to protect you, and that is the comfort that The Shadow gives best. Not as Cranston, not under a friendly face, but as what he is.

Due to a lack of scenes from the pulps or satisfying scenes from elsewhere, I will instead be pulling one from a fan story written by Kimberly-Murphy Smith, editor and writer of The Hot Cornerm where The Shadow rescues a child who was kidnapped for blackmail. I couldn't care less that it's fanfic, and if you do, come back in 20 or so years after The Shadow's been made public domain and it's gonna be just as official as anything licensed (on my “to write about” list: how fickle the separation between “official” and “fanfic” is, and the many times it plainly didn’t exist). There’s aspects of her writing I don’t care for, but I really like this scene and I do think The Shadow’s more gentle interactions with people are necessary to getting the character.

Annabelle.

She stopped crying for a minute. "Who's there?" she said, her voice choked.

A friend. Your mommy and daddy sent me to pick you up.

"Mommy? Mommy's here?"

Sh-h-h. Annabelle felt a gloved hand gently stroking her hair. She's waiting for you at home. So, we need to hurry up and leave.

"'kay." She looked around. "Where are you?"

It's kind of hard to see me. It's dark in here, plus you've been crying so much your eyes probably hurt.

"Yeah."

Don't be afraid. I'm here to help.

"'kay."

The implicit trust of children was simply amazing at times. Adults trembled in fear of The Shadow's wrath, but children somehow seemed to understand that he was there to help them, even if they couldn't see him.

Sit up, Annabelle. I'm going to pick you up. Be very quiet.

One hand took each of her arms and guided them around a neck she could not see. "Why are you wearin' a blanket?" she asked as the fabric of his cloak brushed against her shoulders.

Sometimes I get cold at night.

"Even in the summer?"

Even in the summer. He gently stroked her cheek and wiped away her tears. Now, you need to be very quiet so those bad men in the next room don't hear us. I'll bet you're tired.

She nodded.

He rocked her on his arms, projecting a very gentle hypnotic relaxation into her with his powers as he did. You probably didn't get your nap, either. Poor thing. Lean on my shoulder and go to sleep. And when you wake up, you'll be back with Mommy and Daddy.

She yawned, then snuggled against his shoulder and went to sleep.

The Shadow sighed with relief. Now to get past the men out front. He gently pulled the pistol out of its holster under his left arm and slipped it into the belted waist of his overcoat within easy reach, then secured his grip on Annabelle and draped his cloak over her.

She clutched the edge of his cloak in her hand like a security blanket and snuggled against his shoulder again.

(Art by Jill Thompson)

[hangovercurse]

Last Night

After another long night of drinking, you wake up with a raging hangover and a tattooed asshole.

Request: “After seeing you hungover I have a request.

From enemies to lovers where Kells and the reader have a drinking competition every time they go out and take it too personal and one day afterwards they share a horrible hangover and wake up in the same bed”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Drinking, slight sexism, mentions of sex, cursing

A/N: I’m glad my pain could inspire you :(

Word Count: 2133

You and Colson hated each other, with a passion. You couldn’t explain it, it was almost fucking cliché. He had invited your band to open for him on tour, which was great, until he realized that there was a girl in the band; you.

You had dealt with assholes like him for most of your life. People couldn’t understand why your bandmates would want a girl bassist with them, and so said people decided you weren’t good enough before you’d even played anything.

But this was different. Colson knew you were good. You didn’t know why he didn’t like you, but if he was going to be a child about you being on tour, you could stoop to his level a little bit.

And thus began your nightly drinking competitions. It was stupid, really, but you were determined to prove to him that you were more than your gender. So, you made sure to try and drink more than him as often as possible.

It was unspoken competition, but you both knew. Anytime either of you ordered a drink, the other was right behind. Most of the time, he won, as he had much more experience holding his alcohol than you. But every so often you would out drink him, and boy was it a sight to behold.

Tonight though, you were more determined to beat him than ever. You had overheard the boys talking about you at the venue before the show, which piqued your interest.

“What are you guys talking about?” You walked over to them; an eyebrow raised in challenge.

Colson’s face was a bit more red than usual, but you just chalked it up to the heat. “Just about how I totally out drank you last night. And the night before.”

You squinted at him, anger settling over you. “It’s not a competition, but if you wanna brag about being an alcoholic, be my guest.” You sneered, even though you knew it was a competition and he did, in fact, beat you.

Really that’s not what the boys had been talking about at all, but Colson couldn’t admit that they were talking about how much he liked you. He denied the accusations of course, saying that he actually couldn’t stand you, but all the guys argued with him.

He figured he knew his own feelings better than his friends, but he was wrong.

“Fine, then let’s make it one.” He said, pushing you.

You rolled your eyes, “and what would the winner get?”

“I’ll stop making fun of you if you win.” He smirked at you. “But if I win, I get one free crack at you a day and you aren’t allowed to get mad.”

You scoffed, “that’s bullshit, Baker. You already do that. You just want to show off to everyone how much better you are than them.”

“Fine, then what would you wager?”

You thought about it. “If I win, you leave me alone, completely, and you buy my drinks for a week. If you win, I’ll stop complaining about how egotistical you are.”

He nodded, “Buy my drinks for a week and you have yourself a deal.”

 And that’s how the two of you ended up 4 shots and 3 beers deep in a random bar in Colorado. You were stumbling all over the dance floor and each other.

“I really have to win tonight.” Colson mumbled into your ear. You hummed in question, asking him to continue. “I don’t think I can leave you alone.”

You pushed him backwards, but really ended up stumbling backwards. He reached out and grabbed your hips, keeping you upright even though he was just as gone as you. “I don’t know why you’re so mean to me.” You mumbled, a pout on your face. “I didn’t do anything to you.”

He chuckled, pulling you closer to him as the crowd got denser around you. “The guys think it’s because I like you. But I definitely don’t like you like that.”

His words were slurred, but so were yours. “Good. I definitely don’t like you like that either.”

Anyone who overheard your conversation could hear the blatant lies in your voices, and anyone who could see you would see that your feelings were evident as his head leaned closer to yours.

And that’s the last thing you can really remember.

 You woke up in a hotel room, head pounding as your eyes struggled to adjust to the light. You closed them when you realized that they wouldn’t and it was just making your headache more intense. As you came more to your senses you recognized the feeling of an arm around your waist, your bare waist.

Fuck.

You opened your eyes again, looking down to find your naked body underneath the sheets. Did you want to look behind you to the poor guy that you’d have to kick out? Not really. But you did so anyways, only to find the annoyingly familiar mop of bleached blond hair.

FUCK.

You turned your head away from him, burying your face into the pillow. How did you end up naked in bed next to the guy you’ve hated for literal months? Who, by the way, has also hated you.

You wanted to get up, put your clothes on, and escape before he woke up. But the feeling in your stomach told you that that would not work out in your favor.

The grunting next to you also alerted you to this fact. And the fact that your head hurt. A lot.

“Fuck.” Colson mumbled; his voice breathy.

“Shut the fuck up. My head hurts.” You mumbled into the pillow.

Colson moved his arm off of you, rubbing his hands over his face. You both laid there in silence, trying to remember what the hell happened last night. Until there was a knock at the door.

“Kells, get up. We gotta be on the road in 30.”  Baze yelled through the door, and you fought the urge to scream into the pillow. Why were people so loud all the time?

However, you heeded his warning and lifted yourself from the bed, sitting on the edge with your back facing Colson. Your body did not like sitting up, and you had to take a few moments to let your stomach settle before moving again. You scanned the room for your clothes, your head spinning.

You found your shirt and jeans near the door but couldn’t spot your underwear or bra anywhere. “Colson.” You mumbled, the words feeling like cardboard coming out of your mouth. He groaned behind you, alerting you that he was awake “Where’s my underwear?”

“I dunno. I don’t even remember us coming in here.” He groaned again, finally sitting up. He leaned down to the floor, picking up fabric and tossing it to you. “There’s one.”

You sighed and pulled the panties up your legs before moving to throw your shirt over your head, skipping the bra for now. You stumbled as you tried to pull your jeans over your legs, turning to find Colson mimicking your actions.

He had gotten his pants up to his stomach before he stumbled into the bathroom. “Fuck.” He mumbled before vomiting into the toilet. As much as you didn’t want to, you followed him in. You knew if you were this fucked up, you’d want someone to take are of you. Hell, you wanted someone to take care of you right now.

So, you sat down next to him, rubbing his bare back as he threw up into the hotel toilet. Your head began to spin even more as you sat there, so you rested your forehead against the nearest surface, said bare back. Your nose brushed the bottom of the G in his MGK tattoo.

Neither of you said anything, just sitting there in silence. After a few moments, Colson turned his entire body to you. Instead of saying anything or telling you off, he pulled you into his lap, your legs curling up against his stomach. You rested your head in the crook of his neck and closed your eyes.

It felt like the world was spinning around you. “I’m never drinking again.” You mumbled into his skin.

He let out a dry laugh, “do you even remember anything?”

“I remember outdrinking your ass and then I woke up in your fucking hotel room.”

“You did not out drink me, missy.” He mumbled, head falling down to rest his cheek against yours. “I remember you almost fell in the middle of the bar and then everything goes black. But I could make some assumptions about what followed.”

You would’ve rolled your eyes if you had the energy, but you couldn’t even lift your head off his shoulder. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He shrugged, “do you?”

You shoved him to the best of your abilities while still resting against him. “That’s not an answer, dumbass. Why would drunk you wanna sleep with me?”

“Why does drunk me wanna do anything?” He asked. You mumbled in response and he continued, “do you regret it?”

You shrugged, “think I’d have to remember it to regret it.” He was quiet for a while, and you sighed, “but I don’t think I would’ve even if I could.” You hated to admit it, but you didn’t hate Colson as much as you tried to convince yourself you did. Truthfully, his teasing was both annoying but also the slightest bit attractive.

Colson pulled back from you slowly, a small groan falling from your lips as you had to hold yourself up again. “I thought you would’ve hated waking up next to me.” He mumbled.

“You’re one to talk.” You quipped, lazily.

He gave you a confused face, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrugged, placing a hand on the counter near you to try to lift yourself up but not having the energy. “Just that you hate me. I don’t know why you’d even wanna sleep with me drunk.”

“I don’t hate you, Y/N.”

“You sure don’t seem to like me very much.” You were finally able to pull yourself up just a little bit, but his strong hands pulled you back down to the floor before you were even halfway up.

His hands were settled firmly on your hips, holding you in place, “I never hated you. I was… intimidated, at first.” You let out a dry laugh at his statement. “Seriously, I was. But then I realized that you’re actually really cool. I treated you like shit before that though and I guess you just got it in your head that I didn’t like you so every time I tried to get to know you, you brushed me off. Eventually I just gave up.”

You sighed, “I guess I’m just used to guys thinking I’m less than them, I figured you were the same as everyone else.” You shoved your face back into his chest, the light getting a bit too bright again.

He scoffed, “Seriously? I think you kick ass. That’s why I was so intimidated.���

You groaned into his skin, “I think you’re still drunk.”

He let out another low chuckle, “maybe, but I know what I’m saying.” You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his blue ones. “I’ve actually really liked you for a while now, but after I was an asshole, I knew you’d never go for me.”

You smiled, “Aww, does Kells have a crush on me?” You giggled.

“Shut up,” he mumbled.

You pulled him back towards you, “lucky for you, assholes are just my type.”

He cocked an eyebrow, “really?”

You nodded, “Yep. Blonde, tattooed assholes who rap for a living.”

He smirked at you, leaning closer to you and connecting his lips to yours. You pulled away pretty quickly. “As much as I’d like to kiss you right now, we both just woke up and you were just puking like 2 minutes ago. Brush your teeth and try again.”

He pouted, “yes ma’am.”

“Next time, you wanna try this sober?” You asked slyly.

“I never want to do anything sober, Y/N. But maybe I’ll try it out just for you.”

“Shut up, Baker. You’re such a fucking cheeseball when you’re hungover.”

He hummed in agreement, tightening his grip on you. Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes closing. You don’t know how, but you ended up falling asleep in his arms. His chin rested on top of your head, and eventually he was lulled into sleep as well.

You didn’t wake up until you heard Baze and Slim’s laughter from behind you and the quiet click of a camera. You groaned, sitting up and wriggling out of Colson’s grasp. He woke up at your movements.

“Looks like you two had a fun night.” Slim laughed.

[meganwritesfanfics]

Fresh Bruises (Josh Lyman x Reader) Part 2

Warning this story contains mentions of Domestic Abuse 

“Can you tell me what happened Josh,” The paramedic continued. 

“We got separated. I had to talk to Leo about the crisis happening in Syria so I left her with CJ, and when I finally got a chance to head back to the two of them, CJ was by herself. She said Y/N had met a friend but it wasn’t a friend, it was Henry. He is her ex boyfriend, her abusive piece of shit ex boyfriend. And I knew he had hurt her. I just knew it, and I had promised her…” Josh was rambling badly, he felt as though he was hyperventilating. 

“Josh, you gotta breathe.” 

“You don’t understand, I promised her, I promised her I wouldn’t let him hurt her again. I failed her,” Josh broke down crying. 

The paramedic grabbed Josh’s hand pulling it forwards so that he was leaning from the seat over to Y/N. She quickly intertwined Josh’s hand with Y/N. 

“She is here Josh, you knew something was wrong and you acted quickly, we can help her because you found her.” 

Josh opened his eyes, once again staring at Y/N. He found comfort in the sound of her heart monitor slowly but surely beeping away. 

“You gotta breathe for me though ok, because we can’t help her if you pass out on us.” 

Josh nodded as he leaned down kissing Y/N’s hand. 

The whole rest of the ride in the ambulance they let Josh stay holding Y/N’s hand, the paramedic who had helped him would every once and a while check in to make sure he was still breathing. But when they got to the hospital, it was a different story, as they rushed her inside Josh tried to keep up as best he could but his legs felt heavy and it hurt for him to breath. 

“Josh, you gotta let go, you gotta let the doctors do their job.” The paramedic said. 

“No, I can’t leave her, I can’t…” He looked at her with tears in his eyes again. 

“Josh,” She said calmly, and he let go of Y/N’s hand stepping back as the doctors wheeled her away on a gurney. 

As he watched them go, he backed up so his back hit the wall then he slid down to the floor. 

“You are going to be ok Josh,” The paramedic said as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “I have to get back to work.” 

“What… What is your name?” Josh said wiping his eyes. 

“Joan.” She smiled and then she turned to leave. 

Josh watched her walk away, his mouth agape. He wasn’t a religious man by any means, but he couldn’t help but think that his sister had sent this paramedic to be with him. 

“Josh,” He heard a voice call him and he turned to see Toby, CJ, and Sam burst through the doors. 

“How is she?” CJ asked as they made their way towards him. 

“They took her back, I don’t know, I don’t know…” 

Sam slid down to the floor next to Josh putting his arm around his shoulder. 

“We are here for you. As long as you need us.” He said. 

“You can't, the crisis…” 

“Leo will call us if anything develops, and Donna is gathering all the information she can, she will bring it to you shortly. But right now you just need to focus on being here for Y/N.” Toby continued as he too sat next to Josh. 

“Yeah,” Josh breathed as all the emotion hit him again and he leaned forward crying. 

By the time Donna got there they had all moved into the waiting area. 

“Oh my god Josh,” She gasped as she quickly set down the pile of paperwork she was holding in a chair and pulled him in for a long hug. 

He held onto her tightly. Donna had been with him through most of the terrible things that had happened to him. His dad, getting shot, his ptsd, and now this. 

“What did you bring me,” He smiled as he pushed away. 

“No, now Josh, you do not need to worry about this right now. I’ve taken detailed notes, I talked to Leo. We have time, nothing more has developed.” 

“Thank you Donna, but I need to work, I need to distract myself from…” He started getting choked up again. 

“Ok, yeah, I can walk you through my notes I took with Leo and then…” 

Donna proceeded to walk Josh through everything he had missed since his last conversation with Leo. 

By the time Josh had really distracted himself from the work, the doctor came in. 

Everyone bolted to their feet and Donna stood next to Josh gripping his hand tightly. 

“We have taken her back for surgery, she had severe internal hemorrhaging from the wounds. She also has a concussion and an orbital fracture. I’m sorry I don’t have more news to share, with how severe her injuries are, things are subject to change quite quickly.” 

Josh opened his mouth to ask them a question but all they came out was a cry. 

“Will she be alright?” Toby asked as if he had read Josh’s mind. 

The doctor paused for a moment and Josh reached over and grasped onto Donna’s arm tightly. 

“We won’t have any answers until after the surgery, but finding her when you did and getting her help quickly, has given her a fighting chance.” And then he left leaving Josh devastated. 

“Josh, I am sorry sorry, I should have never let her be alone with him. I knew I recognized him and I had this unsettling feeling but I…” CJ started trying her best to stay composed. Sam quickly wrapped his arm around her pulling her into him as she cried. 

Josh knew that he should say something to her, that he should tell her it wasn’t her fault. That she wasn’t the one who broke their promise, he was. It was his fault. But Josh couldn’t muster any words, instead he just stumbled his way back into a chair staring blankly at the ground. 

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed. But the next thing he knew Toby was calling his name. 

“Josh,” He started quiet, but he didn’t respond. “Josh,” Toby tried again but nothing. “Josh!” He said as he reached out and grasped his friend’s shoulder. Finally Josh looked up at Toby with sad eyes. “I just got a call from the secret service, they found Henry.” 

The sadness that Josh had been feeling was quickly replaced with rage as he stood up nearly knocking Toby over. 

“Where, where is he.” He snapped his hands balling up into fists. 

“Josh,” Toby said, placing his hand on his shoulder again. “He killed himself.” 

Josh didn’t say anything; he just stayed staring at Toby, his face pale. 

“Are you ok?” 

“Of course I am, why do you think this would upset me.” Josh snapped. 

“Josh,” Toby continued looking concerned. 

“Oh I’m sorry Toby, am I supposed to weep for the man who has placed Y/N in the hospital. She might die, so no I’m not upset that the bastard offed himself, because if he hadn’t I would have killed him!” 

Toby stayed silent as he looked down at the ground. 

Josh took a breath trying to calm himself down, but as he let it out it caught in his throat. 

“I… I’m sorry.” He said. “I just…” 

“Don’t worry about it, I think for the first time in your life you have a legitimate excuse for being an ass.” Toby smiled as he patted Josh on the shoulder. 

Josh cracked a small smile and as he did he looked around to see that it was only him and Toby in the room. 

“They had to go back to the White House but we are all going to take turns coming to wait with you. Donna just went down to the cafeteria to get you food.” 

“You guys don’t have to stay…” 

“The President and Leo will also be here later tonight.” 

“What,” Josh gasped tears in his eyes. 

“He wanted to be here sooner, but there is a few things that need to be finished tonight in regards to the crisis”

“He doesn’t have to…” 

“Joshua,” A voice called and both Josh and Toby turned to see Abby coming down the hallway. 

“Dr. Bartlett what are you…” 

Before he even had a chance to finish, Abby enveloped him in a giant hug. “I’m going to go talk to Y/N’s doctor and see if I can get any updates for you, alright sweetheart.” 

As she broke away she carefully placed her hand on Josh’s cheek, and he leaned into her touch. 

“Thank you.” He breathed. Then she went down the hallway as quickly as she came in her heels clicking against the tile floor. 

It wasn’t long before Donna came back with a sandwich and some chips. She handed them to Josh as they both sat back in the seats. 

“I’m not hungry.” 

“Josh, I’m not arguing with you about this, you need to eat.” Donna insisted as she shoved the food into his lap. 

“I’m going to have to head back Sam should be here in a couple hours, if you need anything or if you get any updates, call me ok.” Toby said. 

“I don’t need you guys to babysit me, I will be ok, you guys need to focus on running the White House.” He said more venom in his words than he had intended, but he wasn’t used to people talking care of him. 

Toby just nodded as he gave Donna a sympathetic look before he left.

[myelocin]

love over light (but for ours it’s both) | sakusa k, atsumu m. poly

Synopsis: This is a kind of love that blooms in three. 

Characters: Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu

Genre: Fluff, Domestic AU, Poly | WC: 1800+

A/N: this is a commissioned piece from @sakusahh :D you can check out my commission sheet here if you’re interested! :D 

Jewel - Adam Melchor

To think that love could bloom into three.

Sakusa Kiyoomi thinks about that quite often. First, came love for the self. An itch easily fixed at the start, a battle to trudge through in the years of his adolescence, then finally, just a lingering feeling that comes and goes but often never overstays its welcome.

It’s looking at the mirror everyday where Sakusa is at peace with the thought that that love moves like the waves in the sea. Somedays, a rough, raging tide, and others a gentle canvas that exists only to reflect the colors of the sky and the light of the sun.

When he stands in front of the mirror today, he’s beautiful.

He brushes his teeth like he always does; like clockwork at 7 AM, exactly ten minutes before he knows you’ll wake up, while for Atsumu it’s fifteen. The bathroom door’s open, and it’s always in this kind of silence—this kind of tranquility where he takes it upon himself to lean against the door and look at love.

His gift of love, cradled by a king size bed and a blanket that never ceases to smell like fresh linen. In the light that spills from sun to sky, through the curtains, and into the room, it’s the familiar sight of tangled limbs and tousled hair that reminds him of the world’s eventual kindness.

A sort of grace he never knew love could hold. A sense of selflessness, rediscovered, his boundaries, always tested then eventually overcome.

His heart feels fond.

First, at the thought of Atsumu. He’s the reason why he’d come home to the house smelling like bleach once every couple of months, and the reason why there’s a stain in the carpet you still refuse to get rid of in the bathroom. Atsumu likes cheese and sneaking snacks that always leaves crumbs in bed. White sheets are stained with dorito dust sometimes, sometimes with your fingerprints when you’re up past 12, but oftentimes just the former’s.

It baffles Sakusa with how much he really doesn’t mind.

Spitting into the sink and washing out the residue in his mouth, he glances at the clock—7:05—before his eyes flicker towards you.  

Somewhere around five more minutes until you’ll stir, but given the clouds that dull the amount of sunshine that usually has you up and going, he knows it’s not gonna take much for Atsumu to convince you that “five minutes more” is okay.

Basking in the silence, he smiles. There’s a ring on his finger that sparkle with the same shine as yours and Atsumu’s. Moments like these are where he truly can’t help but be grateful.

Love starting from one, because the truth in life is that love must always begin with the self. Then connected into two, where one begins what the meaning of give and take is; balance, redefined. Sakusa thinks back to the time where he remembers love as just two.

You and him, not exactly against the world, but rather, just living in it. The four walls, framed with smiles coming from two, a bed with sheets that still smelled like linen, and a window that always faced the sunset was home—at least for a while.

7:10 and you begin to stir, and Sakusa’s still leaning against the doorframe as you slowly begin to wake. He walks to your side of the bed, footsteps light, as if to savor the five minutes left on the clock before it’s Atsumu’s turn to stir.

You blink, a lazy smile tugging at your lips slow, and Sakusa does the same knowing that it’s your way of saying your good morning.

The thing he loves the most about you, is that even if you’re lit with the same flame as Atsumu—just as bright and all the words lively as he is, you always had a way with slipping tranquility around you as if it’s who you all are in the mornings.

You, and your sleepy eyes, and messy hair against the pillowcases the three of you picked out together, and Sakusa’s in love. Again and again, come morning light. Your hand, quick to navigate through the sheets, fingers intertwining through his, is the very thing that’s grounded him from the start.

7:13 and the blonde beside you begins to stir; shifting back and forth in place before he scrunches his eyes at the sunlight that trickles in, getting brighter by the second as the clouds part and the sky opens. You eventually feel him settle with burying his face against your neck, one arm slung over your waist, pulling you back and flush against him.

Sakusa grins, heart still managing to soften at the scene he never fails to see every morning for a whole two years and a couple months now.

7:14, and his eyes trail down to look at your joined hands, right beside Atsumu’s arm that rests on your waist. A ring, usually meant to be worn by two, instead donned by a three. Unity, in the form of a love that grew from one to two to eventually three.

And when you meet Sakusa’s eyes halfway, you’re smiling. He’s squeezing your hand in the gentle way like he makes his sentiments be known, the words he says afterwards said with a voice radiating patience.

“Morning,” he says, to the both of you despite his eyes staying on yours, because it’s 7:15 and he knows Atsumu’s awake enough to listen.

Then true to his words, you hear a grunt against your neck, the low vibration of Atsumu’s voice tickling the skin just below your ear.

“Too early,” he mumbles.

Wiggling in your seat, you shiver when he exhales, right as his grip tightens around your waist.

Sakusa lets his eyes stay on you for a few moments longer before he eventually shifts his position, dipping down and pecking your forehead before he moves towards Atsumu who still is face down against your back, shaking him awake.

You laugh, hearing Sakusa mutter an “oi,” sounding a little too gentle for a word that you usually hear him mutter in exasperation on a normal day.

“—breakfast,” you hear him continue, and you laugh at the feel of Atsumu shaking his head, his one hand unwrapping itself around you as he tries to swat away Sakusa who towers over him, pinching his cheek.

Atsumu groans, knowing it’s gonna take much more before the man lets up. “Go make breakfast then,” he mumbles, then continues with, “We can just wait here until you’re done cooking.”

You smirk, peering up at Sakusa with a lift of a brow, anticipating to see how he counters Atsumu. Though the truth is, mornings on a free day often played out like this. It’s a scene the both of you are more than familiar with, but even the redundant feels refreshed and new when love is thrown in the mix.

Sakusa sighs, soft; the kind where you can tell that he’s got just a little bit more patience to spare for this morning.

“Can’t cook breakfast alone, get up.”

Atsumu’s quick to release you, turning over in bed and dragging Sakusa’s pillow from its spot to hug it close to his body. “Take (y/n) then. Go cook together.”

“I gave you my share of chicken last night and you told me you love me, but now you’re sacrificing me for five more minutes of sleep?” you snort, rubbing your face with your hands as you take your time to sit up, your back against the headboard of the bed.

“Shame on you,” you shake your head, reaching over to poke Atsumu around the waist.

“Then how about we have brunch,” he counters, voice muffled against the pillow. “Let’s all sleep again, because we love each other and sleep is nice, and have brunch later.”

Sakusa watches you lean over his form, pecking his cheek once, twice, then a handful other times all over his face until he’s groaning against the pillow, sounding more awake than half asleep. He chuckles, raising a brow at Atsumu who turns over to brood at him, eyes droopy before it squints at the sight of sun.

“We gotta feed Chief, so get up,” you say, grabbing the pillow from his hold and swinging your legs over the bed and pushing yourself up to stand beside Sakusa.

You greet him with a kiss; the first to the cheek, then to his lips, and the love that’s always lingered in Sakusa’s heart is in full bloom.

There’s faint scratching by the door, where despite Atsumu’s whine, you’re already padding through the room and opening the door to greet your baby; a mixed hound with short little legs, that pad across the hall and scratch at the door to say good morning every 7:25.

This time, it’s Atsumu who sits up in bed and basks in the love and light swirling within the room. It’s just a room, he thinks. Four walls, a bed, some tables and cabinets, in an apartment that’s three stops away from the heart of the city. Its probably seen through a couple lifetimes before this scene, stories started and ended within its space, but for now, this moment is his, yours—

“—ours,” Sakusa finishes, and when he turns the look in his eye tells him that even if no words were exchanged, he still understands.

So he supposes that love when it blooms into three works like how love is supposed to. Unspoken agreements, breakfasts at 8, a king size bed. Linens that smell like him, and pillowcases that smell like you. Spots on the carpet, giggles under covers after twelve, and inside jokes that sometimes Sakusa doesn’t quite understand. Three pairs of smiling eyes in every photo framed on the wall and rings that show the world that love is true, and yours, and his, and as Sakusa says—“ours,” alone.

You’re climbing back into the bed, in the space they always leave in between just for you to take, and even if Chief is jumping in with you, Sakusa can’t seem to find it in himself to mind one bit. A couple whispers may come, like they always have, but you suppose that you’ll just say you’re in love and that will answer it.

The kind of love that comes with the intention to linger.

Immortalized for this lifetime and more, with rings that will shimmer gold despite the decade and photographs with smiles in a group of three, plus a smiling face of a dog that correlates the word love with the number three.

A love just like this.

Blooming, bursting, blinding.

7:49 and you all know that you really should get started on your day, but for now this is alright.

Love is always more than alright.

[spiritofchaoticdreams]

A Lantern’s Rage PART 3

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Based on @cornholio4 ‘s Red Lantern Prompt

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The view of the Earth from the watchtower was always a sight to see. Hal sighed as he looked down on the big blue planet. “You were right when you said your home planet was beautiful.”

Hal looked over at his shoulder to see his friend, Blue Lantern Razer slowly walking toward him , he chuckled, “Do I ever lie?” He turned his head to look back at Earth. “Sometimes when I’m here, I take a moment to just take it all in. To remind myself what I'm fighting for.” 

“I understand.”, Razer said coolly, as he walked over and stood next to Hal. “It’s difficult to believe you came from such a planet.” Hal snorted, and lightly punched Razer’s shoulder.

“Yeah. I guess it is hard to believe such a handsome specimen like myself came from little old Earth.”, Hal joked.

Suddenly, the sound of an alarm filled Hal’s ears, recognizing it as the alarm for the Situation Room he looked at Razer. “Follow me!”, he shouted, Razer nodded and together they flew to the Situation Room in the center of the Watchtower.  The Situation room was where the core members of the Justice League discussed threats and held meetings about plans to further ensure the safety of Earth and its citizens. 

Once the doors opened, Hal immediately got to work, “What’s going on!”he asked, plopping down into his designated seat. Razer stood behind him, silent and listening. He saw Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman sitting at the table in the middle of the room. “The scanners picked up red lantern energy on Earth.”, Bruce explained as he pressed a few buttons and a hologram appeared.  It was Earth, with a little blinking red dot covering Europe, “Computer, pinpoint location of the red lantern energy.”, The Batman said.

The hologram shifted and turned into a 3-D model of a city, the word “Paris” underneath it. “There is a red lantern in Par-isss”?, Razer asked, Diana nodded her head. “Hal, will you and your companion be able to detain the threat? Or will you need assistance?”, she asked.  

Hal waved his hand dismissively, “It won't be necessary. Razer’s blue lantern energy not only boosts mine, it neutralizes Red Lantern energy. As soon as Razer gets close enough that Red Lantern will be powerless.” He grinned at the Amazonian warrior, and looked at Razer, “Ready?”

“Ready.”, Razer replied. Together they left the situation room, to fly to Paris.

When they arrived in Paris, they were greeted by the sight of a giant cloud of smoke, he and Razer shared a look. That’s where they’ll find the red lantern, they flew closer and ended up above what may have been a school. Parts of the building were on fire, there were destroyed parts that encased a big courtyard full of trembling teens. That’s most likely where they’ll find the red lantern. They flew closer and hid behind some debris waiting for something to prove their suspicions correct. 

Hal looked over the students, all of them were terrified and there were a handful of adults trying to keep them calm. But there was a small group in the middle of the courtyard that was separated from the rest of the students with no adults watching over them. Why wasn’t anyone checking  on them, wait was that an unconscious adult in one kid's arms? A red haired woman in a white suit was asleep in a tall asian boy’s arms. He noticed that almost everyone kept away from that one group in the middle, just what was going on? In fact, it looked like everyone was scared to just look at them.

Suddenly, there was a giant gust of wind and there was a glowing red figure hovering above the middle group. There’s their red lantern. Hal gasped, it was just a kid, a teenage girl. Her most notable feature was the set of red devil horns resting on her head.  They flew closer and saw that the group  huddled together behind a girl with glasses and ombre hair and a boy with glasses and a red cap. “Marinette! Please you have to fight him.”, the girl begged. 

The red lantern, or rather Marinette laughed, not a light hearted giggle, it was a hearty laugh. Like she heard someone tell her a really funny joke. “Fight who exactly? Hawkmoth?”, she cackled, “Hawkmoth would kill for the power I have.” Her ring glowed brighter. “And I’d kill him to keep this power to myself.” A wicked smirk came over the girl’s face. 

“Is this Hawkmoth one of Earth’s villains?”, Razer asked, Hal didn’t know how to answer. This is the first time he’s even heard of Paris having a supervillain, he and the other league members prided themselves on knowing almost every bad guy, every hero, and every vigilante. How was he supposed to say, that there was something like this going on in a city on Earth that he and he’s guessing the other league members don’t know about? 

Then a giant red arm stretched out and wrapped around a girl with long brunette hair. The girl then started screaming as she was brought closer to the red lantern girl. “Well Lila, looks like you’re in trouble...Maybe you should call your best friend to come help you...Go on Lila, call Ladybug.I’ll wait.”, Marinette said in a cold menacing voice. 

‘Ladybug?’, Hal thought, ‘She’s gotta be their hero. Why did she never reach out to the League?’ He observed everyone of the kids, all of them were terrified, but they seemed almost used to it. If something like this was a regular occurrence, then he’s been doing his job wrong. He looked back at the brunette girl being held hostage, she looked annoyed?

Then she said, “Ladybug will come and save me, just wait.” Marinette laughed and flew closer to the girl, their faces centimeters apart. “Oh Lila, it’s pathetic that you think that. Because I know for a fact, Ladybug isn’t coming.” She then dropped Lila, only to catch her by the arm with her construct. Marinette’s grin turned bloodthirsty and there was a sickening snap. Lila landed on the ground, clutching her arm and sobbing. He saw at least two bends in her arm, one was definitely her elbow, the other was in her forearm. She was then pulled into the center of the group of teens, forming a shield to protect her from the red lantern. 

“What makes you so sure that Ladybug’s not coming?”, a femine voice yelled, all eyes turned to a red haired girl with big glasses. “Ladybug always comes to save us! She’ll stop you, you big bully!”, the girl shouted. Some of the teens looked emboldened by her words, others looked like they wanted her to shut her mouth. Hal watched as this red lantern girl began laughing, a long and hearty laugh. 

“Oh wow Sabrina!”, Marinette laughed. “ You’re speaking up to me! But not to Chloe? Why?” The laughter stopped. “Because you think Ladybug’s coming? Big, strong Ladybug’s coming to save the day? Newsflash! The only thing that’s being saved is me savoring the sounds of your suffering. As I get my revenge for all the suffering you and everyone else has put me through for the past few years of my life!” Marinette began to glow bright red.

“Marinette!”, a male voice yelled out, all eyes turned to see a teenage boy in a catsuit standing on the roof of the school. All the students began cheering and there were multiple yells of “It’s Chat Noir!” “Chat Noir’s come to save us!” “Go Chat Noir!” 

This Chat Noir pulled a staff from his belt and then used it to jump down to get on the ground level with the rest of the teens.

“W-what happened?”, he asked, he looked at the middle group of teens, “Why is she an akuma?” None of them looked like they could answer, most of them looked ashamed, Alya and a boy in a red cap looked angry, while the brunette just had an annoyed look in her eyes as she cried about her arm. 

“You really want to know?”, Marinette growled, she pointed a finger at the teens, “My so called friends decided that I needed to be punished!” she made air quotes, “ After I punched Lila for making fun of my parents death! Not only that she basically told me to kill myself so I could see them again!” Hal tossed a disgusted look at the brunette girl, then Marinette started to laugh, “After I gave that bitch what she deserved, my classmates threw me into a janitor’s closet and locked me in there!” Her laughter turned into cackles and Hal felt an uneasy feeling in his gut.

“Then this glorious power came to me in a blazing red ball of light”, she smiled so sweetly, as if she was talking about a happy memory. She clenched her fist and brought it close to her heart, “The power to get my revenge on everyone who’s ever wronged me.” She stopped laughing and stared into Chat Noir’s eyes, “like you.”

Hal heard a couple of gasps, the blonde boy took a step back, “Me? How have I ever wronged you?”, he yelled. Marinette scoffed, her ring began glowing and she glared at him, “How you ask? Every time you goof off on the job. Everytime you flirt with Ladybug, instead of focusing on the battle. Everytime you do anything else other than your fucking job!” 

She flew closer and closer to him, then started poking him in the chest, “because of you, I’ve had to watch my family and friends die over and over again! And now, my parents are dead and they’re never coming back! And you weren’t there! You want to say you’re a hero but you’re never there!”, she was yelling in his face now. 

“You want the fame and glory that comes with being a hero without doing any of the damn work! People die, and you don’t even care!”,she pulled her fist back and Chat Noir couldn’t block her punch in time. He was sent flying backwards, then he flipped his body around and landed on his feet. 

“You can’t blame me for your parents death! If I was there I would’ve helped save them!”, he ran over to where some rubble was, grabbing a few decent sized pieces he threw them up in the air and hit them with his staff like a baseball. The pieces flew at her, she crossed her arms over her chest and made a shield. 

Behind her shield she yelled back, “You’re not listening to me!” He kept hitting pieces of rubble and launching them at her, not leaving her a chance to attack. Hal then noticed that he was using the rubble as a distraction, she was too busy using her shield to protect herself to realize that Chat was getting closer.

By the time she noticed, Chat Noir was right in front of her with his staff, he jumped into the air, staff raised and slammed it down on her head. Her shield broke and she fell to the ground clenching her head with both hands. She yelled in pain and took in a deep breath of air, she let her head go and cracked her neck. She smirked at Chat Noir, “Is that all you got?” 

Chat Noir glared and then charged at her with his staff, “Hal, shouldn’t we be doing something?”, Razer’s voice snapped Hal back to reality. “You’re right.” Hal looked at the numerous teenagers watching the fight, “We have to get the kids out of there, we’ll have to get the middle group after everyone else, it’s too risky to the rest of the kids.” He said, Razer nodded his head, “You’re right. You get one group while I get another?” The green lantern gave his friend a thumbs up and then they split up.

Hal flew close to a small group of kids, a blonde pigtailed girl noticed them, and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, the Justice League is here.”, she whispered loud enough for Hal and her friends to hear. Hal nodded at them and put a finger to his lips, they got the memo and were silent. “I’m going to get you all out of here while she’s distracted, in order for me to do that I need you all to be very quiet. Give me a thumbs up if you understand.”, he said. They all gave him a thumbs up. He looked back over at the red lantern, she was still fighting Chat Noir, looks like he was trying to lure her out of the school, but she wasn’t taking the bait.

Looking back at the teens, he gave them the follow me gesture and led them to the entrance he came through. “Ok, all of you are going to run home to safety.”, he said, they all nodded and began rushing through the entrance, Hal turned around and was about to go back into the school when he felt a hand grab his wrist. He looked over his shoulder and saw the blonde girl was grabbing him, “Please...Please help Marinette! I think her akuma is in her ring, or her earrings! She never takes those off!, she pleaded. 

“I-I will do my best to help your friend.”, he said. ‘What’s an akuma?’, he thought. She nodded and walked out the school, giving him one last look before she was gone. Hal turned around, “Razer, if we’re gonna take her down we gotta do it now.”, he said into his ring. 

Razer’s voice came through, “I agree, I managed to sneak a lot of the children to safety.” Hal looked up, he was right, it looked like there were only a handful of students that weren’t in the middle group left. “Ok, what do we do when we get all of them out? Like how do we take her out?”, Hal said aloud, he thought back to his adventures when he first met Razer.

Razer had been a formidable opponent, strong, cunning, and he had been able to break through his constructs easily. But he was still vulnerable to physical attacks! But it still took him a while to get the best of the then red lantern. Hal groaned, he really didn’t want to fight a little girl. “Ok, we’ll focus on the rest of the kids, then we get the middle group of kids. After that...I’ll draw her fire and serve as a distraction helping Chat Noir, then you get her in a bubble!” 

Razer nodded his head and was about to say something, when Hal felt two hands push him away from where he was hidden. After landing on his behind, he looked up to see a bright red car where he once was. The car disappeared into thin air and he heard a demented laugh. He looked over at the red lantern, her eyes glowing bright red as she smirked and constructed a crown of crimson light, hovering above her head. 

“Well looky here.”, she grinned, “another fake hero’s come to play!” Her crown dissipated, a manic gleam shown in her eyes. “I’ll play with you later, right now I have a cat to skin.” 

She looked over her shoulder, Hal followed her gaze. Cat boy wasn’t doing so well, he was heaving and looked like he was going to fall over at any minute. Using his baton to support him, a brave look on his face, he stared his opponent down. “Come and get me….Purrincess.”, he breathed out. 

“Aww, look at that! Kitty thinks he has claws!”, Marinette cooed. She summoned a morning star with a giant head of spikes. Then she said with an expressionless look on her face. “How cute.” Her entire body started to glow like a light bulb. 

“Marinette! What the class did was horrible, but this isn’t you ”, The ombre haired girl with glasses spoke up. Marinette’s glow seemed to flicker, but only slightly. This time coming back brighter. “Alya, you and Nino are free to leave and I won’t hunt you down. But if you try and stop me, you’ll burn where you stand.” 

The girl, Alya, didn’t move, she stood her ground and stared Marinette down. “Fine then.”, Marinette growled. Her eyes glow so bright that Hal could barely make out her face, he narrowed his eyes and formed a barrier around the teens. 

Hal looked at Razer, “New plan, I’ll get her attention and you rescue the kids.  Razer nodded, and flew away from Hal. The green lantern turned his head to look back at the teens, Marinette was still glowing red and was now swinging the Morningstar up and around her head. He flew over immediately, yelling “Hey little red!” 

Marinette whipped her head around and Hal was stunned. Her eyes...they were pitch black with glowing red irises. He’s only seen that look on a red lantern once before. Back when Aya had been attacked by a manhunter. Razer’s rage had become so strong that he was able to use his powers in front of two blue lanterns and then went on to destroy the manhunter. Almost nothing had been left of that robot. Hal made a shield and whispered into his ring.  “Razer, you ready?”

“I am ready, just tell me when.”, Razer’s voice said coolly. Then Marinette stopped moving, her morning star vanished, her ring began to glow ominously. The glow engulfed her hand and she made another  a construct. 

“Wait, what is th-”, Hal’s question was cut off by a yo-yo construct hitting him in his face. He groaned and held his poor aching forehead, then shouted, “Who uses a yo-yo in a fight!” 

His only response was a death glare from the little lantern, ‘Why does it feel like Diana is glaring at me.’, was all he had time to think before Marinette began spinning the yo-yo until it became nothing but a whirring blur at her side. Hal turned his shield into a bubble surrounding himself in the green construct. Marinette then threw the yo-yo at him and it immediately wrapped itself around the bubble. The bubble started to crack only to disappear and the yo-yo had him. He winced as his arms were tucked tightly against his sides. “Aw come on!”, he groaned. Then she smirked at him, a sinister evil smirk...Who taught this kid how to be scary?!

 She then pulled the yo-yo’s string, pulling him along with it. Then she began spinning as she pulled him. Suddenly he was being spun around like a toy, then she finally let the yo-yo go. Why was he still tied up and flying through the air? How did she have this much control over her constructs? And why did he feel proud? Oh god was he turning into Batman? 

He struggled to free himself from the yo-yo, but it wouldn’t budge. Then he landed in a building. He felt his body crash through a window and heard screams, after a rough landing into an office cubicle  he felt the tightness of his binding disappear. He was free. He sat up and groaned, “That’s going to leave a mark.”

He felt a giant tremor rip through the building he was in and instinctively made a bubble to surround him. Just in time to see Marinette glaring at him, a big red automatic gun resting on her shoulder. She had a wicked look on her face as she aimed the gun at him and began letting out a barrage of red bullets.

“Look, you’re hurting I get it, but this is not the way to deal with that pain.”, Hal said calmly, staring at the small lantern girl in the eye. He saw the pure rage falter and a scared child was looking at him.  

“Princess please listen to him!”, Cat Boy pleaded as he limped over to them, the scared child looked so horrified at the sight of the boy...she was going to run. Hal immediately dropped his bubble and summoned a lasso, he threw it and caught her. She yelled and began thrashing around, trying to get the rope off of her. Then she broke free in a bright flash of crimson light. Only for her red glow to disappear completely and she began to fall to the ground.

Hal immediately summoned a platform to try and catch her, but he was too late. A blue bubble surrounded her and stopped her from falling.

Hal’s eyes trailed upward, an apologetic Razer was descending down to the floor he was on. “Took you long enough.”, Hal laughed, only to wince as his lungs stretched against his ribs. Razer landed on the ground next to him and helped him up.

“My apologies, there were innocents in need.” Razer wrapped Hal’s arm around his shoulder and the green lantern winced. Hal looked to a few feet in front of him and saw the tiny red lantern kicking and pounding against the sides of the blue bubble holding her. “Let me out!”, she screamed. “Let me out!” She slumped down to her knees and leaned against the bubble, she  punched it once more. Her shoulders started to shake and he heard soft sniffles and whimpers. “Let me out.”, she cried softly as  she banged on the bubble. 

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(Author’s note) Hey guys, Spirit here! Thanks for reading part 3 of A Lantern’s Rage. I hope you all enjoyed it! If you have questions feel free to ask in my ask box!

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[slashersins-abandoned]

someone like me

this was written for @idontevenknowanymoreatthispoint​

Bo’s reaches out , gripping your calf , nails digging into the skin there as he lets out a huff of laughter . You make a sobbing sound as he jerks you back from where you tried to crawl away from him . Who would’ve guessed something so small like you would put up such a fight . Bo would be lying if he said tonight’s hunt hadn’t been fun . He grip tightened harshly as he jerked you , pulling you towards him , lifting up to grin down on you , knife in his hand . “Sorry , darlin’ . Can’t get away from me , now .” He smirks down, moving his grip to your ankle so he can stand and drag you kicking and screaming back to that chair of his and tie you up . But no sooner did his fingers graze over the skin of your ankles did you let out a distressed noise and start clawing at his hands , desperately trying to get them off .

“Don’t look ! Don’t - Don’t look ! Don’t !” You’re voice held fear , panic , but not aimed at Bo . He glared down at you , taking your clawing fingers and gripping them tightly in his hand . This was fun , but he was losing his patience .

“Don’t what , darlin’ ? Don’t look at what ?” He sneered down , eyes drifting to your ankles , curiosity getting the best of him at your little fit . But he stilled at what he saw .

“ The fuck …” Thick raised pink scars littered your ankles . Cuts and slices that had been headed and torn open again and again . Scars that seemed so familiar . Dark eyes moved from your marred flesh to his own . They were nearly identical , a damn near perfect match . You’re ankles . His wrists . He breathed out slowly , dangerous eyes glinting as he shot a look to your face . Tear stained and wild eyes as you kept repeating “Don’t look . Don’t - Please don’t look .”

There’s a sharp sting in chest , a heavy weight in his stomach , a feeling of … He shakes his head , chasing away the feeling and letting his need to end your life take over . He smirks , running a thumb over your scars . You could have gotten them from anywhere . It didn’t matter . So why not tease you and make you cry more ? Why not regain his control over the situation ?

“Well , I guess you an’ me are both all scarred up . Did mommy give you these , too ?” He snickered cruelly , tugging your ankle and dragging you closer . He wanted to see you shake your head , or look at him with wide eyes that said those scars were just something you got as being a dumb little shit as a kid . He’s ready for you to cry out , to call for your momma like she could stop him from ending your life . He didn’t expect to see you hold your breath , almost terrified that he’d found out some dark secret . You don’t have to nod your head for Bo to see the truth .

His grip falters , eyes darken as those feelings he’d been trying to push away rise up in him . “Fuck .” He eyes the scars , seeing them next to his own and panting as anger starts to course through him , familiar and hot and blazing . His eyes seem to grow dazed as he stares at your matching scars .

The sound of someone walking into the shop draws his attention , looking up . The footsteps aren’t Vincent’s or Lester’s , and the frustrated call of a woman’s voice confirms his suspicions . He glares up for a moment , looking back only to see that you’ve stopped moving , stopped breathing , staring up in terror at the slots in the ceiling of his little lair . You’re terrified . More afraid of the woman bitching upstairs than of the man who currently has a knife in one hand and your leg in the other . It pisses him off in a way that he hasn’t ever been pissed before . He looks away from you before muttering curses under his breath .

He grabs your face , tugging you close as he glares with deadly intention . “Scream and I’ll gule those pretty little lips shut . You understand ?” You nod frantically , obediently as he tugs you up , tossing you over his shoulder . You don’t fight , instead clinging to the back of his coveralls and pressing your face into his spine . Every step he takes fills him with more and more of that twisting emotion . He hears his mother’s scolding shouts in the way your’s bitches up above them . He feels the duck-tape tighten on his wrists , he feels the need to thrash and scream and roar and . He sits you in the chair rougher than necessary , panting as he takes your face in his hands . Bo’s eyes are wild , searching your face for something , and it seems like he finds it . He mutter’s another low “fuck” before roughly pressing his thumb over your lips . “Not a sound .”

You nod frantically , wincing when you hear your mother let out a loud expletive and once again shout out to see if anyone was in this damn shop or not . Bo glances up briefly , taping tape and wrapping it around your wrists and the chair . You won’t be going anywhere . He tosses the tape to the makeshift bed a few feet away , putting his knife in his pocket and putting on his hat before leaving you alone . Only the light from the slits in the floor and the sound of Bo’s boots and your mother’s harsh curses keeping you company .

Bo’s hyper aware of how you could scream any moment . But the fear in your eyes , the pure and utter terror … you felt that your mother was more dangerous than him . And he hated that he could taste it in the air . That it reminded him of the same fear turned hatred he had for Trudy . You could scream , Bo knew it . But you wouldn’t , couldn’t . And that’s what he was counting on as he fixed his hat and opened the side door , forcing a smile on his lips as he stepped into the shop .

“Sorry ‘bout that . Had to go get some tools from -”

“How much longer until the car is fixed ? I’m tired of walking around this podunk town . Can you even fix it ? Or are you just wasting my time ?”

Bo’s smile flickers to a deadly look for a second before he raises his hands in the air , stepping closer , trying to give a reassuring smile despite the itching irritation in his chest . “I’ll have it out and ready for ya soon . Just gotta switch out a few parts an’ you’ll be good as new . No reason to get all mean , ma’am .”

There’s a movement behind the woman that catches Bo’s eyes . Vincent takes form in the shadows , knife glinting as he nods his head towards the woman . Bo gives a sharp shake no of his head , sending the woman a pointed look as she raves about how much time she’s wasting in this backwater town . Vincent gives a nod , standing in the shadows , ready to help his brother if need be .

“Are you even listening to me ? Hello !” Bo’s eyes snap to hers , his temper boiling over as he stands straighter , shoulder squared . The woman blinks , taking a step back before straightening herself and raising her chin . It makes Bo wanna slice that wrinkled as fuck neck of hers for offering it up so stupidly . “Don’t you try to intimidate me . Now fix my car you lazy bumpkin ! I’m not going to spend the night in this -”

“I think you best shut that mouth of yours . Think you’ve done insulted me enough and my town enough .” And that was the least of this bitch’s sins . His eyes flickered to the slits in the floor only to fill with utter disgust and rage as he looked back at her , stalking closer with a snarl on his face . “All this time you’ve been bitchin’ ‘bout your shitty car . Ain’t even asked if i’ve seen your little girl . Know you came in with ‘em . Skittish lil’ thing . Least when she was ‘round you .”

The woman opens her mouth , looking taken back , but Bo doesn’t let her speak . “You ain’t the type of momma to love her babies , are ya ? No , you’re the type of momma to make your babies scared . To hurt ‘em . To give ‘em scars that ain’t ever gonna fade . Ain’t ever been fond of mommas like you .”

He’s nearly panting , seething with rage . In this woman’s face he sees his own mother , see’s Trudy’s anger and shock . See’s the emotions he wished he could have seen on his mother’s face for all the suffering she caused him .

“Be a real shame … a real shame , if your baby girl had to keep livin’ in the same world as a bitch of a momma like you .”

She doesn’t have time to let the words sink in before Bo is flicking his knife open and lunging forward . Vincent watches from the shadows , understanding sinking over him as he watches his brother’s brutal attack , as he listens to the screams of pain fill the air . This one won’t be a wax figure , it’s fine by him . He’ll just have Lester come and dispose of the remains . He turns to leave his brother to his fury , only casting a curious glance to the slits in the floor before leaving to go back to his workshop under the house of wax .

You’re still , so still when Bo comes back down stairs . Eyes focused on the puddle of blood that drips the floor from the slits in the ceiling . Bo snaps his fingers in front of your face , glaring at you as you come to and look up at him with wide eyes . He looks over you , then to the puddle . Another curse falls from his lips as he stares at you . There’s no fight , just you sitting there , looking at him almost like a lost puppy . He runs his hand through his hair , huffing . “You’re a good girl for keeping your mouth shut .”

He clenches his teeth , taking out his knife and flipping it open . He doesn’t miss you flinch and tense as if you’re accepting that you’d be the next one killed by it . He felt his anger rise , but shoved it down as he slipped the knife under the duct tape and cut it . He pulled it off your skin , tossing it to the floor before grabbing your wrist and tugging you out of the chair . “Come on, I’m fuckin’ tired .”

He takes you up and out of the basement and then the shop . You keep your eyes focused on his back , not daring to look at the corpse on the ground . If anything you speed your steps up with his long strides , your other hand moving to grab on to his trying to stick close . If he notices how you try to all but press into him , he doesn’t say anything . He’s too busy thinking why the hell he was keeping you . If he should just off you . If he could even do that .

He tugs you through the streets to his house , not giving you time to stop and take in the home before he’s dragging you upstairs and tossing you on the bed . He stood over the bed , fingers flexing as his mind worked with how to handle this . You only righted yourself , trying your best to not hyperventilate . You didn’t know how to feel . He’d been trying to kill you . And for some reason he didn’t . Instead he … he saw your scars . He saw them and he got angry , and for once the anger wasn’t aimed at you . He’d killed your mother . His words echoing in your mind . The hatred and fury in his voice , the way it rose in volume and deepened in tone . His accent slurring thicker and thicker before he’d …

“Try to run or sneak out an’ I promise you that you’re gonna fuckin’ regret it .” Bo’s threat pulled you from your thoughts . You nodded at him , trying to convey without words that you wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want . Bo huffed , rolling the worn belt in his hands as he leaned forward , putting a knee on the bed as he used the old leather to wrap your hands together tightly . After a moment , he loosened it just a bit . Didn’t need your hands falling off . His eyes drifted to your ankles , unease settling in his gut as he took another belt and wrapped them around you , a bit more delicately than with your wrists . You wouldn’t get any more bruises or scars from this , at least .

“Go to sleep .” It’s the last thing he says before he turns off the lights and slams the door shut , stomping down the stairs . You sit in the bed for a while , staring at the light coming from under the door . You test your binds . You let your mind drift back to your earlier thoughts . He’d killed your mother . Maybe he’d planned on doing it anyway . Maybe if he’d never seen your scars he might have killed you too without a care . But … He had seen your scars . And he had killed your mother . It was strange . It was wrong . So utterly wrong that you felt so … relieved . You mother couldn’t hurt you anymore . And he’d done that for you . Tears welled in your eyes as you laid down , letting soft sobs leave you . Relieved . You were so relieved . You’d never felt so safe before .

Bo’s drinks . He curses himself , curses the this fucking night he’s had , curses his own rash decisions . He’s sprawled and pissed in his recliner when Vincent walks into the home , signing to him that Lester’s picked up the body and he’d cleaned the shop . Bo just glares and huffs , ignoring his twin the best he can as he clenches the half empty bottle in his hand . There are six others empty on the floor around him .

Vincent doesn’t let his elder brother get away with his fit . Squatting in front of him and giving him an even look , hands moving to ask him questions . Bo doesn’t want to answer , downing his last beer before tossing it on the floor with the others . Vincent doesn’t move , but he does see how Bo rubs over the scars on his wrists . Bo glares at his brother , giving a curse as he starts to spill about the entire fucking thing . Vincent is patient , listening , Bo’s words so slurred that he has to start signing , but even his movements are sloppy and if it wasn’t for the years he’d spent with his brother , he might not have been able to decipher what the man was saying .

In the end Vincent leaves Bo with a sigh , telling him to go to bed . Watching as his grumpy twin stands and stumbles up the stairs muttering under his breath . It seemed Bo had become rather attached , feeling a connection through similar abuse , towards you . And perhaps it would be good for him . He’d keep a close eye , watching how it played out . But maybe , Vincent thought , it would be a good idea for Bo to keep you around .

Bo managed to get up the stairs , getting into his room and stripping down to his boxers . You were sleeping , curled up on your side facing the wall . He stopped , looking down at you , staring hard before cruising and climbing into bed . He turned away from you , back to back . But his drunken mind wouldn’t get the look of fear off your face when you’d heard your mother . He couldn’t not think about the raised pink scars on your ankles . with a grunt he turned , glaring at your back .

You make a noise , distressed and curl in harder . Bo frowns , scooting closer and mummering for you to shut up , you’re fine now , ain’t no one gonna hurt you . Despite the roughness of his whispered voice it seems to settle you , and he isn’t sure how he feels about that . His hand moves to your ankle , fingers brushing under the belt keeping them together .

Bo works his fingers over the marred marks , brain cloudy with booze . “ Jus’ - Jus’ like me . Jus’ fuckin’ like me . Maybe - Maybe I should keep ya . Would ya like that ? Bein’ kept by a bastard like me ?” His words are slurred , eye  heavy . The alcohol in his system , the warmth of his bed , the sound of your breathing and slight scent of your shampoo lulling him to sleep as he keeps stroking the marks on your skin .