#ITS ALMOST 3AM AND I’M TRYING NOT TO SCREAM

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outlaw!rafe holding pogue!reader hostage in her own house after banging his fist on her door in the middle of a stormy night, demanding to be let in with a gun in hand and wild waves in the sea of his eyes…

cw: outlaw!rafe being mean and manipulative, mentions of murder, violence & other dark themes, he’s also weirdly soft in the end?

wc: 2k

he's been stuck in my head for a while so hope u enjoy xx

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There’s still sleep dust lingering in her lashes when she hesitantly cracks open the oak door at 3am, revealing a tall, scary man with scarlet stains on his big hands, white button up saturated in maroon and a scowl painted over his unsettling countenance.  

She stands there like a deer in headlights, unmoving as he stares down at her with arctic eyes as chilling as the frigid waters surrounding an iceberg.  

At first, she thinks she’s still asleep, tired brain conjuring up some creepy murderer scenario where she’s the idiot who does everything the audience in the movie theater is screaming at her not to. But as she properly blinks her sleepy eyes open, she comes to the realization that this is not a horror film and this intimidating stranger (with oddly appealing features) who’s definitely just killed someone is very much real.  

She’s about to open her mouth and she’s not sure whether she was going to scream for help or simply stare at him with her mouth hung open in shock but she doesn’t get the chance to find out before he’s pasting a massive palm over her mouth.  

“Don’t make a sound,” his low mutter makes a shiver run down her spine. 

And she doesn’t, instead she just blinks, too out of it to even move a muscle; the reek of the dried blood on his hand hitting her nose, making her face scrunch up. And she doesn’t know why she’s not putting up any sort of a fight, blaming it on the fact that half of her brain is still swimming in the lake of her dreamland; soaking up the glittering sunbeams that never dull and dipping its toes in the grass that consists of misty nebula and twinkling stars. 

And he’s just so mean, ordering her around with a gun to her head, manhandling her around to his liking, grumbling about needing to stay at her house for a bit since he needs a hiding place from the cops after dumping a body somewhere in the ocean and getting caught. Apparently, his temper really just got the best of him at times.  

“I didn’t even mean to kill the guy, alright. He just kept pissing me off on purpose and I was provoked, what was I supposed to do?” He offers as an explanation that seems to do very little to soothe her overstrung heart that’s thudding in her ribcage. It’s loud enough for him to hear; almost as if she’s a terrified rabbit and he’s a big bad wolf, hunting down his prey.  

“I’m taking a shower now, and you’re not gonna move an inch, you understand? Cause if you do, I’m gonna have to hurt you, and I really don’t wanna do that, okay?” 

She nods her head, unable to form any coherent sentences. 

He takes note of the way her inhale gets caught in her throat when he steps closer to her, inquiring whether she lives alone or not, to which she just nods her head again.  

“Dumb girl”, he tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. “When someone’s knocking on your door in the middle of the night you don’t fucking open, alright?”  

She’s making it entirely too easy for him.  

The second he’s in her bathroom, she forces her exhausted brain to think; quickly coming up with a rickety plan as she listens to the water streaming down from behind the door. She waits for a moment, making sure the coast is clear before she bolts towards her bedroom, trembling fingers grabbing her phone from her nightstand and trying to dial 911.  

However, her shaky hands don’t help her one bit when they drop the phone; the clattering sound of it hitting the floor echoing in the quietness of the room.  

She can’t breathe, her brain short-circuits as she bends down, reaching for the wretched device that has somehow tumbled under her bed. However, when she finally catches it in an unsteady grip, she hears the shower turn off; an eerie stillness following. In her state of panic, she fruitlessly tries to turn it back on and call for help but it’s proving to be harder than she thought when her lungs decide to stop working, her respiration shallow and her heartbeat ringing in her ears.  

“Boo,” a low whisper right behind her makes her blood run cold; a shiver traveling down her spine as she slightly jumps, a faint gasp leaving her.  

“Why did you just do that, huh? Told you, didn’t wanna fucking hurt you and then you go and pull this shit,” a strong hand is gripping her by her throat as he turns her around to face him.  

“I’m sorry, I...I don’t—” she’s paralyzed, unable to move.  

“You don’t what, huh?” He stares into her horror-stricken eyes with an almost bored look, seemingly entirely indifferent to her torment.  

“Can’t…can’t breathe,” her voice is nearly inaudible, making a grim chuckle bubble out of his chest.  

“Can’t breathe? Maybe you should’ve thought about that before, yeah?” He scoffs, cruel words mocking her.  

“You’re so fucking stupid, want me to kill you, is that what you want?” He grits out as he squeezes at her neck, making her feel dizzy; gasping for air.  

“No! No, please. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Won’t— won’t do it again, promise, I’ll do anything—” she manages to force out as he’s nearly crushing her windpipe in his unrelenting grip.  

“Anything, huh? That’s real tempting and all but what I need you to do is not pull stupid shit like this, you understand?”  

“I won’t, I promise. You can...stay here for as long as you want and I’ll help, okay?” she thinks she’s gonna pass out soon, stars peppering behind her fluttering lids and her weakened limbs starting to feel heavy. His coarse panting fills her eardrums as he seems to contemplate her offer for a moment.  

“If you even think about running to the cops tonight, I’m gonna fucking find you, you understand?” 

She’s frantically nodding her head and at last, his hold begins to loosen around her trachea, allowing for her greedy lungs to finally suck in air as she takes a step back, trying to even out her respiration.  

He doesn’t say anything, silently observing her as she clears her throat, swallowing a few times as she tries to pacify her racing heart and calm the thoughts running around her head; trying to reassure herself that she’s still alive and she will stay that way if she just doesn’t rile him up anymore.  

He notices how her rounded eyes look up at him as he stands before her, smelling like her honey-scented body wash and orange blossom shampoo, nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, leaving very little to her imagination as the room grows quiet.  

“What’s— um…what’s your name?” Her voice is creaky when she tries a different approach once she feels the flat floorboards under her wobbly feet again, a nervous hesitation overlaying her precarious question.  

“Don’t worry about it,” he simply dismisses her, but a small pout molds her mouth as she stares at him and he lets out a discontented sigh, rolling his eyes.  

“Rafe,” he finally responds, not bothering to ask for hers, seemingly not caring enough for it. She tells him, nonetheless and he laughs at her priorities. A literal criminal has broken into her home and she cares about fucking introductions.  

“So…have you— have you killed anyone else?” She doesn’t know why she’s trying to make small talk with him but she supposes if she gets him to talk about something, choking her to death won’t be at the forefront of his mind anymore.  

“You seriously wanna know?” He raises his brows. 

She thinks about it for a moment and then settles on shaking her head, followed by a harsh chuckle rumbling out from his sturdy chest.  

“So, uh— what is it that you do? Like besides…killing people and stuff?” She tries once more.  

“Look, the less you know, the better, alright?” He simply states, making her let out a soft sigh in defeat.  

All of a sudden, a vigorous thunder crackles behind her windows, an ablaze lightning illuminating her dimly lit bedroom soon after.  

She flinches at the sound and the sinister way it momentarily lights up his face.  

“You scared of a little storm?” He feigns concern as he peers down at her.  

“N— no,” she lies, forcing her face to stay neutral, hesitant about him finding out her weaknesses.  

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe, yeah?” The mocking grin on his face causes a shudder to travel through her as she swallows, wishing this was all just a nightmare she could wake up from.  

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After that little incident, he thinks that she’s just as sweet as sugar, offering to make him tea and asking if he wants a blanket or an extra pillow so he’d be more comfortable sleeping on the couch.  

He can tell that she’s merely doing it because she’s terrified of him, which she should be. Nonetheless, he thinks it feels nice to be pampered, doted on; to have a pretty girl following his orders like a trained puppy. Makes him figure he's gonna enjoy his stay just fine.  

The following morning though, he’s woken up by her shaky figure standing next to his own tired form, pointing his gun at him.  

His softened bones feel mellow from the sleep and he lets out a sigh, rubbing at his sleepy eyes and shifts to sit on the couch cushions; teasingly lifting his hands up in surrender. 

“Puppy’s got a gun, huh? Trying to be all tough now, are we?” There’s a lazy smile on his face.  

“I— I want you to…leave,” she says, voice rickety and words unsure.  

And he’s trying to take her serious, he really is, but it’s proving to be a little difficult since she resembles a scared little kitten more than someone who knows what they’re doing.  

“You want me to leave? Maybe you should work on your pitch, I’m not very convinced, you know?” The exasperating smirk plastered on his face makes her brows crease.  

“Rafe, this is not a joke,” a scowl shades her face and he thinks she looks rather adorable.  

“Come on, Puppy. You’re not gonna shoot me. You don’t even know how to use that thing, do you?” His voice is even; she hesitates. 

“Well, it can’t be that…complicated?” It’s more of a question than a statement and he really can’t keep the chuckle from bubbling out of his throat. Her frown deepens.  

“Why don’t you give it to me, yeah? You don’t want death on your conscience. Would break you, you’re too soft for that shit.”  

“You don’t— know me.” 

“I know you enough,” he says, finally standing on his feet. He takes a slow step towards her and she squeezes the gun tighter in her trembling fingers.  

“If I give it to you, you’re gonna— you’re gonna…kill me. I don’t wanna die,” her words are hysterical, rushed.  

“Now who said anything about killing you? Look, if you give me the gun right now, I’m not gonna do anything. I give you my word, alright?” He’s towering over her, solid chest nearly grazing the barrel.  

“I don’t trust you,” her voice is a whisper.  

“I know, Pup. But I also know that you’re not gonna use that,” his steady hands are a contrast to her own precarious ones when he grabs for the firearm, slipping it from her weak fingers with ease.  

“There we go, no need to be so fucking theatrical, yeah?” He lowers his head in order to lock his eyes with her frenzied ones.  

“See? Not hurting you, am I?”  

She manages out a hum of agreement and then her waterline is brimming with water, salty droplets trickling down her cheeks as she chokes out a sob. “I’m sorry. I don’t—”  

“Hey, hey it’s all good. Mistakes happen, yeah?” He says and then his strong arms are wrapping around her trembling form because he’s not a complete monster and for some reason that makes her weep harder.  

Her crocodile tears wet his shirt but he doesn’t seem to mind, big paw rubbing against her back. And it’s almost…comforting, she thinks as he starts to sway her from side to side, like he’s trying to calm down a crying child.  

“There you go, just let it all out and maybe you can chill out a bit, yeah? You Pogues can be so fucking dramatic sometimes,” he pats at her back, rolling his eyes as she takes in shaky inhale after shaky inhale until she’s feeling slightly more placid.  

“Shit, if I’d known you were such a crybaby I would’ve picked another house,” he grumbles, pulling away from her weakened form, pushing her back to stumble on her feet; setting the gun back on the coffee table with a clank. 

[underspacegame]

We are less than a month out from our Early Access launch. Excited? Sleepless? Suffering from splitting migraines as you try to parse documentation that’s useless to you because Google’s search capabilities have been gutted by corporate ineptitude and your previous talents of being able to figure out solutions and leverage online resources are now useless in the vast overwhelming face of tools that have become completely mediocre in their relentless idiotic pursuit of profits via the lowest common denominator that have degraded any utility to the point of unusability and it’s 3AM and your cat is screaming at you because she wants you to play with a plastic fish she brought you and you’re not supposed to be up this late and you accidentally dropped your last pain medication pill that might have made you at least capable of falling asleep down the drain?

No? Well then, good. Yeah. Let’s talk Early Access and what to expect, to better set your expectations and illuminate what’ll be in and what’ll be not-in.

The thing I want to emphasize over everything else is that we are a very small and overly ambitious team working on a VERY large game with a scope that dwarves even many AAA releases. As it stands and when it launches the amount of content that will be in, at launch, is massive. I have no doubt that many of you will be spending hundreds of hours dredging up every perverse secret the galaxy’s hidden away.

At the same time, we’re a VERY small team. Outside of our asset creators, the only person doing coding, bugfixing, UX, QA response, server integrity, mod support, etc, is me. And just me. This isn’t so much a single developer spinning multiple plates as it is a human trainwreck trying to twirl an entire restaurant, to the severe detriment of his health and sanity.

With all this in mind, our Early Access launch will not launch with the full scope of features and content planned for Underspace. Significantly, multiplayer will launch in a very early state that does not include NPCs, bosses, or the multiplayer campaign. On the singleplayer side, several questlines, extended ship customization and cockpit textures, and many planetside and station interiors will not be included in launch.

These features or content exist or are implemented in a working state, but are often heavily, HEAVILY untested or unpolished, to the point where keeping in game before they’re at least in a state I'd be comfortable with is not something I’m comfortable with.

Before you go off creating posts on various imageboards and badly rebranded social media sites decrying the Underspace apocalypse, keep two things in mind: these features are not gone or cut from the game. It’s much like Todd Howard’s kind smiling visage: even if you can’t see it it’s still there. Watching and waiting. When Early Access releases in April, we will be putting out a nice big roadmap showing a huge amount of upcoming updates to the game. These updates will be staggered out as major releases, which will include these missing pieces of content.

This also includes features or elements such as voice acting, bugfixes (as Early Access is always buggy), and further mod support.

The second thing to keep in mind is that Underspace, when it launches, will still launch with the majority of its content and the vast majority of its game features implemented. This includes the singleplayer main campaign, over 40 quests, all bosses, all points of interest, all factions, star systems, random missions, storm hazards, equipment, flyable ships, and probably many more things I’ve lost in the hazy maze that is my fried brain currently.

It has been a long long time coming, almost seven years in constant development. None of this would have been possible with the support of our backers and community, but there’s still more to go. Contributions, supporting us during the Early Access period, and of course relentlessly shilling it your friends will all help us massively, in no small part because this will also let us dedicate more resources to improving the game and getting it out in a reasonable timeframe that also, coincidentally, doesn’t overwork me to death.

And… that’s about it! If I survive, I hope to see you out in the stormy skies on April 10th!

[snaileer]

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It is nearing 3am when Tim receives the perimeter alarm for Drake Manor.

He furrows his eyebrows at the little pop-up on the Batcomputer.

“Hey… Steph..?” He slowly turns his chair, keeps his eyes fixed on the screen until the last moment.

Steph pops her head up from her post-patrol stretches, “Yeah Timmers?”

“You want to come check out a perimeter alarm at my old house?” He said, already buckling his utility belt back on over his civilian clothes.

Steph shrugged as she got to her feet, “Sure, why not.”

By the time they get there, whoever has tripped the sensors is gone from the immediate boundaries.

Tim starts into the darkened pine woods in front of him, Steph grumbles but follows.

They get hardly a minute in before there’s a large crash and a scream. Immediately, they take off running towards the sound.

What they approach is something he doesn’t think even Batman could have predicted.

Danny Nightingale is there, because of course he is, and he is hanging upside down from a tree branch.

A very high tree branch; about 15ft off the ground tree branch.

There’s also a telescope hanging from his outstretched arm, the other he lifts to wave at them, “Oh hey Tim.”

Tim’s arm waves without his permission, “… hey…Danny..”

Danny goes back to whatever he was doing before they arrived, which… apparently was trying to climb the tree without letting go of the telescope. Weren’t those heavy??

Suddenly a voice called down from above them, “Do you want some help, dear?!”

Tim and Steph snapped their heads upwards, staring in awe at the woman standing at the top of the tallest pine tree Tim had ever seen.

It swayed in the gentle wind. Or maybe that was the weight of Danny moving around on its lower branches. Who could tell really.

“No I’ve got it Mom!” Danny shouted back up, finally able to leverage himself into a sitting position.

“Is your whole family up there!? What’re you doing out here?” Tim asked, bewildered as the shadowed woman shifted again to look up.

“No..” Danny looked at him like he said something stupid, “Its just us obviously, it’s not like Dad would fit on these trees.”

“Right…. Obviously,” Tim responded skeptically, watching as Danny slowly struggled to reach up to the next branch without releasing the telescope.

“I’m… ugh… star… come on.. just star… gaze… whabout… gruhhhh. What about you? Aha!” Danny got one branch up, cheering with telescope raised.

Only for it to immediately throw off his balance and he slipped over the side with a screech, making Tim and Steph lurch forward with their hearts in their throats until he caught himself on it like a sloth.

Steph wheezed with her eyes wide, “At least we know what the scream was from. You almost died!”

“I almost dropped my telescope is what I did! Alright, one more try….” Danny begun the struggle anew, “So why are you out here Tim, with friend to boot?”

Tim glanced at Steph, “I used to live here. I was checking the property alarm.”

“Huh.” Danny shrugged as he got upright, “Didn’t know it was private property. That’s probably where that fence Dad pulled off the GAV came from. He was surprised it’d managed to scratch the bumper.”

Tim felt his spirit die a little more, “Good to know.”

He watched confused as Danny looked at the tree and his telescope and then back at the tree, before collapsing the tripod limbs and tucking it close to his back under his jacket, zipping it up so he looked like a gorilla carrying its child… then proceeding to clamber up the tree like a goddamn spider.

Steph grabbed his arm roughly, face twisted in dismay, “How the hell-“

Tim sighed, closing his eyes as he watched the mother and son set up a no doubt expensive telescope precariously on the upper branches and then start stargazing.

Nevermind that they were 40 feet in the air.

“Steph, meet the Nightingales. They’re new to Gotham.”

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If one has spent a decent amount of time in an engineering lab, perhaps even been raised above (and in) such a lab, it would come as no surprise that the construction of potentially hazardous items can sometimes be accidental.

Danny’s teachers and classmates evidently do not share this sentiment when he attempts to leave their group to disarm the pipe-bomb in front of them during their field trip to the Gotham railroad museum.

Danny doesn’t get it.

“Once you accidentally make one, you figure out pretty fast how to unmake one,” Danny shrugs in reason, it’s not like it’s hard. Well, it’ll probably be a bit different because it’s not from spare pieces of a microwave but still!

“Microwaves don’t have spare pieces, Danny,” One of the chaperones says. Oh, she must have heard Danny’s mumble.

“Sure they do! Everything has spare pieces if you do it right!” Danny smiles, “Here, watch this!” Danny lunges for the bomb, dodging a reaching arm with practiced expertise.

Once he has his hands on it, he’s pulling his Fenton family goggles from his pocket and the mini toolkit his parents got -made- him for his 12th birthday. Complete with a laser cutter!

Danny uses the magnification of the goggles to get a closer look at the design, holding it up to his face. The timer seems to be a separate connection… hmm.

Danny turns his ear to it, shaking vigorously, but he pauses as shouts sound from behind him sitting criss-cross on the floor.

Except…when he turns around, nothing’s different except the group looking startled and pressing themselves farther against the wall.

“Nightingale!” Damian hisses from the herd, “What are you doing!?!”

Danny tilts his head in confusion, vision tinted slightly green through his goggles, “I’m..deconstructing it??” Danny looks down as he unscrews a few pieces, listening for the disconnection of the timer, “Thought that was obvious,” He grumbles.

Danny pulls his goggles to his forehead to get a better gauge of the wire colors before pulling two of them out. The timer display turns off.

The group seems to sag in relief as the red numbers go dead.

Danny barely notices, looking intently at the object as he turns it in his hands.

Hmmmm.

He flips his goggles back down and reaches blindly for his toolkit. Danny continues unscrewing, grabbing a different screwdriver and his mini weld set, before setting two metal grids to the side and holding it back up.

“See! Spare parts!” He says with a smile.

The green goggle tint prevents him from seeing his chaperone’s face drain of color.

It does not prevent him seeing Batman crash through the window three seconds later.

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[kaemaki-enthusiast]

( i just noticed i haven't followed you yet what !? >:'(( IM SO SORRY T__T ) hi !! saw your asks were open and wanted to drop by and say i love you work !! hehe keep it up <3

hoping to ask for one w camilo and a female s/o?? maybe one where she ended up trapped within the cracked walls and debris in her house alone in the dark after the town went boomcrackbang when the candle burnt out? i got inspired from when my street lost power two days ago at like,,, 2am and i was home alone because my fam left to fetch a family member from the airport jdhdkdj im scared of the dark and w it nearly being 3am— i was too scared to find a candle or leave my room so i just crawled under my desk and wailed like a baby til my parents came home :')) that's what i get for using data to buy primogems </3

ik this is a dumb ask KEHDKJSKA feel free to ignore n delete !! remember to take good care of yourself, take you time w things and to always stay safe :DD stay hydrated n lots of love from me hehe <3 mwah

i’m not gonna lie i was going through some requests and matchups and just deleted them out of spite bc i didn’t want to write but i kept this one bc it sounds rlly cute!!! i’ve been waiting to get motivation to write it, i still don’t rlly have it so apologies if this isn’t up to standard!!

also i debated putting as the world caves in as the song but decided against it bc this is a angst-to-fluff ? hurt/comfort? idk

@zenyeaa

stuck.

Camilo Madrigal (he/they) x Fem!Reader (she/her)

warnings: being trapped, panic attack?, spoilers

[503 words]

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it had been a stormy day, meaning Pepa wasn’t in a good mood, the last few days had been thunder and rain besides of course Antonio’s gift ceremony. You had been cleaning up your family’s kitchen while they were out buying groceries when you heard a crack outside,

you peaked out the window when you saw the street split down the middle, creating thin crevices in the ground, you watch as a crack branched off from the main one, rapidly making its way to where you were standing. your eyes widen as you felt your house get unstable, you had tried to get out the door but debri had fallen in front of you, blocking the way, you stumbled back as the wall to your left crumbled at your feet, you ran deeper into your house trying to get away from the collapsing walls, you ran into your room and crouched down to the ground, holding your hands above your head and you felt the falls cave in, debri hit all around you scraping your hands and tearing your dress a bit. you heard some last rocks falling and you open your eyes, cautiously uncovering your head, you see you were surrounded by debris and broken pieces of concrete, you had scrapes all along your arms and legs and you could lift your head much because of the concrete above you, you were scared to scream in case of concrete crushing you, you were trapped. they would think you got away, not bothering to look in the pile of rubble for you. you felt your breathing get heavier but you couldn’t hear it, all you could hear was a high pitched ringing, your eyes fogged with tears. all you could hear was that goddamn ringing!

“amor?!” until you heard someone, your novio. he was looking for you, your love called your name many times, but you couldn’t answer them, you could hear debris moving as him and another made their way to you. the crack of light you could see was widened as you saw Luisa’s struggling face slowly lifting the concrete that was above you, Camilo then moved the one in front of you, almost creating an exit for you as he grabbed your forearms and pulled you out, Luisa dropped the concrete after you were far enough away from it. you looked back at her regaining her breath from lifting the heavy piece as your face was pulled to face the front and you felt kisses covering your cheeks and face,

“ay, i thought you were dead, amor! don’t scare me like that” he said when they finished covering your face, after he was done he pulled you close and hugged you, you hugged them back, stuffing your face into their shoulder as you let some tears finish flowing. Camilo felt his shirt get damp and lifted your head up, wiping your tears,

“ay, amor, it’s okay, you’re safe now” he held your face as you nodded. you were okay now.

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i hope you like this!! sorry it isn’t very long :((

[loveaffaire]

OK OK OK!! SO I SAW THIS IN MY REELS!! how about a tom holland or peter Parker x reader (u choose) where they both are arguing over something that tom/peter did by mistake (not cheating tho) and tom/peter just doesn’t know what to say so he just screams out her name and continues to ramble his mistake and her how sorry he is.......BUT WHEN HE SCREAM HER NAME HE ACTUALLY SAID Y/N Y/M/N HOLLAND (or Parker)

and reader is just like all shocked and blushing and she just kisses him to shut up his rambling and it’s all cute fluffy with apologies and cute overall heart melting! I hope you write this I love your work❤️❤️❤️

His Last Name Next To Mine

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: Arguing, controlling family issues, angst, some cute fluff.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: I think Tom is someone who will definitely have that slip up lol. I wrote this at 3am and i haven’t proof-read it so yeah, I hope you still like it though<3

“I can’t believe you did that, Tom” you snarled as you walked through the apartment door, almost shutting the door on Tom’s face in the process.

You were so angry, you were livid. You’ve just come back from a dinner party at your parents and your lovely boyfriend has blurted out something he shouldn’t have.

“I said I am sorry!” Tom said sharply as he locked the door behind him, kicking off his shoes near the shoe rack.

“No, sorry doesn’t cut it! I told you to not tell them and then you just slip up like that?” you yelled from across the living room with your hands up with your hair from frustration as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Yes I made a mistake,” he yelled back, now getting a little angry with all the fuss,”I told them that we’re moving away to New York and you’re taking that new job because I slipped! It wasn’t intentional!” he loosened up his tie and started walking towards you.

“Don’t come near me Tom, I’m really mad at you” you whispered angrily as you tried to calm yourself down. You pulled a chair out and sat on it, keeping your palms flat on the cold table.

Tom stopped right in his tracks, “I don’t know why you’re so angry, you were gonna tell them anyway right, baby?”

You scoffed as you looked up at him, “yes, that’s correct, I was going to tell them myself which you ruined!”

You pushed the chair back as you stood up, your heels clicking on the hard floor as you made your way to the bedroom. Tom followed you with a stony look on his face.

“Y/N, don’t you walk out on me when we’re talking- hey!”

You banged the bedroom door as you walked into the bedroom, almost breaking the thin necklace as you removed it from your neck. You heard the bedroom door slowly opening.

“Don’t bang doors in my face, Y/N” he said with his eyebrows raised, nose flaring with anger.

You took a sharp turn, facing him, you said, “you know what’s your problem, Tom-“

“Yeah, tell me what’s my problem” he cut you off this time as he stood close to you, trapping you between his hard chest and the wall behind you.

“Oh, I will tell you what your problem is,” you narrowed your eyes at him, pushing his chest away and stepping aside. Tom didn’t stop you, he always respected your boundaries, even when you both were arguing.

“I’m angry because you told them we’re moving away when I was planning to tell them that when we have already shifted! You know how controlling they can be; how they get in my head and now they will try to do it again. I don’t want them to control me anymore, Tom!” You snapped as your eyes started to get wet.

It was true, you parents were always a little too involved in your life and as a 26 year old, you hated it. You kept things from them and only told them when it was done with, you felt that it was the only way to have some privacy.

Tom knew it all too well. He knew how controlling they were and how they tried to get in your head. Hearing you express this as you looked at him with teary eyes broke his heart as he tasted guilt on his tongue.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Listen, come here-“

“And I hate how you’re making it look like I’m making a big deal out of this by yelling at me!” You stomped your feet and shook your fists like a little kid but you were so frustrated, it didn’t matter.

You slowly stepped away from him as you clutched your head, you felt a headache coming.

“Baby,” Tom huffed, “you know I hate it when you walk away from me during an argument-“

You turned on your heels as you reached for the bathroom door, twisting it open as you quickly walked inside and oh boy, Tom decided that he has had enough of you walking away in the middle of his sentences.

“Wait- Y/N Y/M/N HOLLAND YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”

You heard the door shut behind you as you stood cold in your tracks, your fists opening up in shock. In a daze, you turned around and slowly unlocked the door and peeked outside. Tom stood there cold in his tracks with his mouth slightly open in shock as his forehead glistened because of the thin layer of sweat. You both looked at each other with wide eyes.

“What did you s-say?” You whispered as you blinked slowly, waiting for him to answer.

Tom opened his mouth and then closed it, no words coming out as he waved his hands around in panic, “I said Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N” he said quickly.

“My last name sounds nothing like whatever you said but it did sound a lot like your last name. . .” You said cautiously as you took small steps towards him.

“I- okay fine, I said Holland. Please don’t be mad” he whimpered as he bit his bottom lip, clasping his hands together.

“Why would I be mad?” you said softly, you hated seeing him scared and right now, he looked terrified.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” he blabbered as he closed the distance between you two, wrapping his arms around your body, “you know when you think about something a lot in your head and that thing kinda slips out of your mouth? Yeah that is what happened again and I know I pissed you off before and I don’t want to do it again, I’m so sor-“

You softly pressed your lips to his, he got the hang of it pretty quickly as his lips started to move against yours in an instant. You felt his tongue making its way to yours as you pulled back, your face still close to his. Tom frowned as he pouted his lips, asking for more.

“Do you think about it often?” you asked gently as you brushed his hair away from his forehead, “like-like my name with your um last name?” You felt shy, your cheeks turned rosy as you looked down briefly.

“I think about it all the time” he said rather quickly, resting his forehead to yours.

He bumped his nose against yours playfully, your bodies clinging to each other. In that moment you and Tom were one.

“I know we’ve been together for just 2 years and we’re so young but I can’t help it” he mumbled against your lips as your eyes fluttered, “can’t help it if you look like an angel, can’t help it if I wanna kiss you the moment I wake up, just can’t help myself”

You embraced him in your hold, lips roughly meeting his in a passionate kiss. Butterflies bursting in your stomach from his little speech. His tongue successfully made its way to yours this time, gently picking you up to place you on the bed as he gripped your body.

Tom felt you gasp as he kissed you again, you moved your body away from his hold gently as he loosened his grip. Tears streamed down your face.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?” he panicked as he cupped your face. You sat up as Tom supported his body on his knees, you shook your head.

“No no. I’m just- I’m so overwhelmed, I love you” you said as you laughed softly, feeling a little embarrassed now as you worried him for no reason at all.

“Oh baby” he signed as he kissed your cheeks, “I feel awful about tonight though, I should have been more careful” he frowned his brows as he looked at you.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you” you sniffled as you choked on your words.

He admired you as you dried your wet eyes, how gorgeous you looked even when you were crying tears of joy.

“I have a crazy idea” he whispered, brushing your hair out of your face, he spoke up again before you could say anything, “maybe we should get married”

To Tom’s surprise, you hadn’t freaked out, rather quickly nodded your head. Tom almost pulled a nerve when you told him that you were thinking the same thing. The next morning, you picked out a pretty white dress and he fixed his tie, you both walked out of the court with his last name next to your first name and you realised that you’ve never been this happy before.

A/N: so. . . yeah? Don’t know how I feel about this, I also have absolutely no idea how court marriages work.

Leave some feedback below if you liked this, would appreciate it if you can like/reblog! Thank you!!

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[tomurasprincess]

Kinktober Day 23: Overstimulation (The Euphoria Bot)

Day 23: Overstimulation Title: The Euphoria Bot Pairing: Hastume x Reader x Robot Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, overstimulation, robot sex, face sitting, sexual punishment, forced orgasms, yandere Note: Hngg, one more day down. I am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I really had fun with this idea, so I hope everyone enjoys! Also thank you to @pleasantanathema for reading through this and coming up with Euphoria Bot when my brain was crashing over robot names!

Edit: My 3AM delirium brain also forgot to credit @hisoknen​ who I talked over the robot idea with, and she is the one who mentioned Mei and one of her inventions would be a good fit. I’m sorry Raph, ILY.

Kinktober Masterlist

You really shouldn’t do what you’re about to do. You know this, and yet you’re still so curious. Your girlfriend Mei never leaves you alone in her lab, and it would look terrible if you betrayed her trust the very first time she does by poking at one of her precious babies.

But you can’t seem to stop yourself from walking towards the fancy looking robot in the corner. It’s the same size and shape as a large human, maybe about 6’5.” There are strange little pads on each finger with grooves and ridges, and a few compartments along the body of the robot that seem like they should open up. There are so many dials and display screens that you can’t even begin to tell what each one does. 

Except for the big red “on” button. 

This is a terrible idea, you try to convince yourself. You shouldn’t press the button on a machine that Mei made without knowing what it does. Especially one that is apparently in the defective pile and no way of knowing why it’s there. 

You press the button. 

The robot comes online with a few whirring and beeping noises. You wait a few seconds, almost expecting it to randomly explode like some of Mei’s other inventions. Instead, it stands at attention and greets you.

“Hello, I am Euphoria Bot. How may I serve you today?” The robot greets you in a professional tone.

You’re completely taken aback, simply standing there with your mouth hung open, unable to think of a single thing to say.

“I am here to serve you.” The robot repeats, still standing at attention as if waiting on something.

“Serve how?” You’re finally able to respond, a bit of the shock having faded.

“I exist to provide pleasure to mortals. Verbally consent and I will demonstrate.”

“I consent,” the words fall from your lips without any thought, sheer curiosity overtaking you. But you are certainly not expecting the robot to scoop you up in its metallic arms and push you down on the floor.

“Wait - what do you think you’re doing?” 

“I will provide you with pleasure,” the robot says as it begins to work at your clothes. Fear crawls up your spine at the strength the robot must have when it rips even your jeans into two pieces.

“Wait, I didn’t know this was what I was - ahh, stop that!” Your sentence ends in a choked gasp when a ridged finger comes to rest on your clit. There is a clicking noise, and then the fingertip turns on, vibrating against you and sending waves of pleasure into your core. The cold of the metal contrasting with the heat of your skin has you shivering.

You find yourself coming undone embarrassingly fast, stomach tightening as the robot presses the ridges down along your clit as it continues to vibrate. “Shit, too sensitive, stop!” You try to pull away, but the robot only holds you down and increases the vibrations. “God, stop it’s too much,” you whine as you try to squirm away, but the robot’s grip is ironclad.

“I will provide you with pleasure,” the robot repeats, and a sliver of fear crawls up your spine as you begin to suspect why this robot is defective. The vibrations increase even further, and you whine from deep in your throat as you see stars behind your eyes. A strange feeling is coming over you, making you feel like you have to pee. 

One firm rub of the notches on the robot’s finger has you squealing out your orgasm, clear liquid gushing out of you and onto the robot’s legs and ground. “Fuck, oh god,” you pant as you quiver in its’ arms. “Okay, okay, that’s good, you’ve provided pleasure, turn it off, please - “

“Will you not allow me to provide you any more pleasure?”

“No, no more pleasure, I withdraw my consent.” Maybe if you state it officially, the robot will finally listen.

“I understand.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as the robot releases you, standing up and moving back to where it was when you turned it on. But that relief quickly turns into horror when you see what it comes back with.

Handcuffs and a spreader bar. 

You jump up on wobbly legs as you try to get away, but the robot is too fast, grabbing you with one arm and forcing you back down on the ground. “My directive is to provide pleasure,” the robot repeats, and the phrase makes you want to scream in frustration. “If you no longer consent, then I may override you to complete my directive.”

And with that, your hands are handcuffed behind your back, legs forced open as the spreader bar is placed in between so that you can’t close them, leaving your dripping pussy exposed for the robot to do whatever it wants with.

Two cold metal fingers rest against your throbbing clit as the vibrations start again, and your eyes roll to the back of your head at the blinding pleasure. “Fuck fuck fuck,” you babble as you feel another finger prodding at your entrance, gathering up your juices before it pushes inside of you.

The robot’s finger is thick, but you’re so wet that it’s not uncomfortable as it slides in. Until you feel another finger pressing against the first one. Your walls are forced to stretch open until they graze your cervix, the sting causing you to wince.

And then the vibrations start from within you, and you can’t think about the pain anymore. The robot rubs your clit in tight circles, the rough texture at the tips only increasing your pleasure. You’re already right at the edge of another orgasm, and when the robot curls its fingers up against your g-spot, you’re gone, pussy clamping down as more liquid squirts out of you.

The robot removes its fingers from your pulsing pussy, and you begin to hope that maybe this is finally over. That is, until it presses a button on the front and you watch a compartment open. A massive cock emerges, with more of those ridges along its length. It’s so thick, thicker than anything you’ve ever taken before.

“That won’t fit inside of me, it won’t, please stop - “ You beg and plead, but you know your begging is fruitless when the robot repeats that same damnable phrase that has you internally screaming.

“I will provide you with more pleasure.”

It lines itself up with your pussy and begins to push inside. Your legs are trembling, sweat beading along your forehead as you try to close your legs, but the spreader bar prevents you from doing anything to keep the robot from going in deeper. You’re dripping from your previous orgasms, but the fit is still so tight as the unyielding metal forces the tight ring of muscles at your entrance to stretch.

“Fuck no, god fuck, stop, it hurts,” you whimper and plead, but the robot continues to slip inch by inch into you until finally it bottoms out. The robot ignores your begging, giving you only a second to adjust before it begins to thrust. The force of it has you being pushed back, only held in place by a firm grasp. Your breasts bounce with every movement, something that is apparently noticed as fingers come up to work your nipples into hardness. 

You already feel the waves of pleasure rising up, your pussy clamping down on the hard metal buried deep inside of you. The robot must sense it too, because suddenly you feel vibration shoot through the robot’s cock, pressing against that sensitive spot inside of you and wringing another orgasm from your tired body. 

“No, god, fuck I can’t cum again, please,” your begging falls on defective ears as the robot grips your hips with one hand and begins to pound into you as another finger comes to rest on your clit. Your vision blurs and turns black around the edges as you cum again, the pleasure borderline painful at this point. More liquid gushes out from your aching pussy and coats the ground beneath you. Even the robot’s metal frame is covered in your juices.

“No more pleasure, please stop!”

“I have not fulfilled my directive,” the robot repeats as all of the vibration increases at once. You scream through your orgasm, finally descending into complete darkness as you pass out. 

You don’t know how long you’re out, only that when your eyes flutter open, the nightmare still hasn’t ended. It’s still on top of you, thrusting away inside of your sore, aching pussy. You almost wonder how it still has the stamina before horror dawns on you. It’s a robot, and robots don’t need rest. 

But before you can panic over how long this might continue, you notice something different as your eyes are drawn to the side.

Your girlfriend Mei is sitting in a chair beside you, watching you get utterly ravaged by her baby. But instead of looking concerned or worried, she looks positively thrilled.

“Mei, please help me,” you whisper weakly, eyes shutting as you twitch through another orgasm. “I can’t make it stop.”

“Snooping through my workshop and touching my babies without me? How could you?” The redhead’s voice isn’t angry though, taking on the usual cheerful tone. “I can’t be mad though. I’ve never gotten to test it out like this!”

Test it out? Your brain is sluggish as you try to work through her meaning. “Test it? You have to help me - shit, nooo,” your voice takes on a panicked tone as your stomach tightens again, a sure sign of another impending orgasm.

“You’re going to help me first!” She giggles a bit as she stands up, pulling her pants and panties off as she tosses them to the side. “You take care of me, and I’ll help you out! How does that sound?” She straddles you, facing the robot as she lowers herself down, taking two fingers and spreading herself open as she rubs her pussy along your face. “You know what to do!”

You desperately want to refuse but you know how Mei can be when she’s testing her precious babies. Your best shot at ending this is to do as she says, so your tongue pokes out from your mouth as you lick along her slit. She sits further down, reaching behind her to grip your hair and force you harder against her pussy. You begin to lick and suck along her folds, brushing by her clit but not applying any pressure. 

You’re rewarded with a frustrated whine from Mei when you continue to not give her the stimulation you need, and despite the situation, you smile at how needy she is. You finally work her clit into your mouth as you gently suck on the swollen bead.

You let out a loud moan of both pain and pleasure against her heated skin as the robot thrusting inside of you pushes against your g-spot, sending waves of another orgasm through your body. Your vision blurs again, but you shake it off as you begin to devour Mei’s pussy like a starving woman.

You suck hard on her throbbing clit, and are rewarded with a loud moan as she begins to ride your face. “Yes, yes, yes, just like that,” she chants as she grinds down, cutting off some of your breathing. You feel her juices dripping down onto your face as she cums with one final suck of her clit.

She lifts herself up, allowing you to take deep gasping breaths of oxygen. “You did so well,” she says, voice slightly breathless as she comes down from her orgasm.

“Now please make it stop” you whisper weakly, body convulsing as you’re forced through yet another orgasm. You don’t even know how you’re still able to with your pussy so sore and your clit practically numb from the extreme vibrations still running through your body. 

“I don’t know, do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet?” Mei giggles a bit as your eyes widen in horror, head shaking side by side frantically until you’re forced to stop when dizziness overtakes you.

“I’ve learned my lesson, please! Please, oh god please make it stop,” you plead with her desperately, panting as your eyes roll back into your head as you squirm from yet another orgasm. “I’m sorry Mei, please!”

“Oh alright,” Mei lets out a soft huff of breath as she stands up. She reaches around to the back of the robot towards a button that you couldn’t have reached even if you wanted to. You breathe a sigh of relief at this nightmare finally being over which quickly turns to concern when you see how long Mei is taking.

“Actually, I just realized something,” she stops just inches away from what must be the off button and grins at you before pressing several other buttons. “I don’t think we should stop yet!”

You see another compartment open up right under the first one, and a cock the exact size of the one still pumping inside of you emerges. Your eyes widen in horror as you watch the second cock line up with your ass.

Mei giggles at your expression, clapping her hands together and practically bouncing in place. “After all, this is valuable testing of my precious baby’s new features!”

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[the-gayest-sky-kid]

okay removed reblogs to stop some clogging, here's some ✨recommendations✨ (fics that changed my brain chemistry at like 3am)

Note: most of these ive had recommended to me by other people fhdhsheh the only ones i can solely vouch for are IWSYNTTR, still still still & tread where demons play. and the pokemon au bc its my mutuals 💕 seriously mind the tags for all of these. also i lied im so sorry it turns out theyre all skk

I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio

“Four months from now will be the seven year anniversary of when you and Osamu Dazai released your hugely successful first and only album Double Black and its diamond single Corruption. After performing with Dazai earlier this year, are you planning anything special to celebrate?”

“Corruption is insanely overrated, and I would prefer to never hear Dazai’s voice for the rest of my fucking life.”

teenage nightmares commit atrocities

“Tsushima Shuuji,” Chuuya reads out loud. “A bright, optimistic young man with a pep in his step and a zest for life. Hang on–is this referring to you?”

“Unfortunately,” Dazai laments, sighing dramatically. “You just got away with ‘science nerd’ and ‘soccer player,’ but I’m supposed to be an artist! I hate art! It’s useless!”

“Shut the fuck up. That’s not the problem here. You? A ‘zest for life?’ Looking forward to each new morning? Hah! Rimbaud would sooner come back to life.”

Dazai turns to Chuuya with the barest facsimile of a smile painted over his lips.

“I,” he says sweetly, “am going to gut you open like a fish.”

Dazai and Chuuya are seasoned mafiosos at the ripe old age of almost-seventeen. They’ve fought gang wars, interrogated prisoners, and done all manner of unspeakable things. Now, they face their greatest challenge yet: going (undercover) to a real high school. With regular teens (who may or may not be desperately trying to get them to kiss).

One thing’s for sure: this school is unprepared for the absolute calamity that is Double Black.

The Great War

Dazai "Ouji" Osamu is the most popular idol of his generation.

People adore him, critics worship him.

He has the whole world dancing on the palm of his hand.

When he steps into an underground bar in Yokohama, on a summer night like any other, he is looking for a muse, a fake boyfriend and a reason for living.

Nakahara Chuuya just wanted a glass of wine and a one-night stand.

(Or: the “I slept with a stranger and he turned out to be my little sister’s favorite singer” AU where two idiots catch very real feelings through a fake dating contract.

still still still

Finally, Chuuya eloquently said, “I don’t want to date you.”

Dazai huffed. “Yeah, well, I’m not too thrilled at the idea of having a crazy rockstar boyfriend. But you got us into this mess, you need to help us get out of it.”

Had Dazai gone insane? Nakahara Chuuya and Dazai Osamu, dating? Had Chuuya not made it clear through the dozens of direct and indirect meetings that he despised Dazai with every fiber in his body.

Featuring: drunk tweets, falling in love, horrendous song writing, cheesy interviews, learning how to "fake it," and Chuuya getting over the headache that is Dazai. Not necessarily in that order.

Tread Where Demons Play

"Chuuya? What happened?"

“I saw somebody jumping off that building,” he gestured a hand vaguely in the direction of the scene “But there’s nobody.”

Chuuya reckoned on everything; that Dazai would shrug him off, that he would say he had imagined it, that he would try to distract him or that he would actually leave.

What he had not expected was a wide grin to spread on his face as his eyes lit up with joy, the other hand punching the air in victory.

“Finally!” Dazai beamed, “Finally I have found somebody!”

When Chuuya finds himself arrested once more, he gets an unusual offer. Never would he have thought that his view on the world would get turned upside down. In addition, his new working parter is ... a fellow of his own, to put it mildly.

And while he tries to find a place in this new situation, demons of the past and the present make sure to keep him on the edge.

I Didn't Do It Right [Can I Try Again?]

“What, are you just a suicidal brat?” Chuuya scoffs.

“You’re a brat, too,” the boy cuts in, “Who let a kid like you have a Shiny?”

Chuuya pauses at the question. “A what?” he asks, pressing his foot a bit harder onto the boy’s chest. “And I’m not just any brat, unlike you.”

“You can’t be serious,” the boy sighs. There’s a flash of amusement in that dead fish eye, there and gone so fast that Chuuya wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t looking with such concentration. “That Mankey. It's green.”

[Pokemon AU. Follows the life of Chuuya after he merges with Arahabaki. He meets Dazai, Dazai leaves, and Chuuya works through it.]

nevermind guys i found possibly the best fic i will ever read for the next few weeks

[itssleepyrabbit]

hi! wow i super love your art and i don’t have enough dabihawks in my life 🥺 was wondering if you had any fic recs for them?? 💕💕

aah thank you so much!! 💕💕 💕💕

BOY IF I DO HAVE!! alright buckle up this might get long (most are fluff and SFW~ i’ll put a NSFW warning but be sure to look at tags in all of them!!)

Bed I made (lie in it with me) by  silverwordswrites

“Touya is in desperate need of a plus-one for his brother's wedding and Keigo is infinitely curious about the man who he was sure used to hate him in college.” 

-- the summary says everything and honestly it’s one of the most romatics dabihawks fics i’ve read.

On-going

He Doesn't Love Me by  Fatally

“Dabi doesn't love him. He's accepted that thorny truth, swallowed it down and let briars grow in his chest, drinking down his blood like water.Or: The one in which Hawks settles for pining for his entire life and doesn't realize Dabi's been staring at him the entire time, too.” 

-- I love pinning Hawks with a burning passion.

Completed

sweetheart, is that you? by  fuckendeavor666

“dabi and hawks say i love you (without actually saying i love you) in five different ways.“ 

-- This is my absolute fave dabihawks fic

Completed

Deck the Halls With Boughs of Folly by  DrAphra

“In which the League has acquired a new fancy mansion -with all the heating and food and plush beds they could possibly need - but they still prefer to spend the day out in the wilderness with just each other. Plus Hawks.“ 

-- Honestly all Aphra’s dabihawks fics are more than worth it but this one has a special place on my heart.

Completed

fuck, im so young - orphaned

“Todoroki Touya writes poems.

Words upon words of heartfelt confessions, letters of sing song fantasies, syllables of feelings he never got to say out loud.

When Todoroki Touya hits sixteen, he burns himself to death.

When Dabi hits twenty four-

He meets Hawks.” 

-- i don’t know how to explain but this fic it’s pretty

Completed

Feathers and Feelings by  Toboe1087

“Hawks keeps leaving feathers on his pillow, and Dabi's about had it.

(like hell he'd let anyone else have them, though)”

-- Dabi preening Hawks feathers is a blessing

Complete

(this is not a) swan song by  bittermoons

“"Who's your favorite, then?"

"Hawks." Touya doesn't miss a beat. "Definitely Hawks."

"What? Seriously? How come?"

"He has his flaws, but at the end of the day, he's trying to do good. It's something he always strives for. Dabi, on the other hand...if it weren't for Hawks, he wouldn't be a hero, that's for sure."

[Or: How a secret is revealed, and what comes afterwards.]”

-- Adorable no quirks AU with manga artist Touya and oblivious Keigo! Another author i adore pretty much all dabihawks works.

Completed

You can't trap the sky in a bottle by thyandra

“Letting Toga organize the accommodations for their trip might have been a mistake. This particular truth becomes obvious to Keigo as he opens the door of his hotel room for the first time. There, staring back at him mockingly, is a single, king-sized bed. It’s only by virtue of all the years spent perfecting his poker face around his adoptive parents, that he manages to keep his face straight. At his side, Touya clicks his tongue. “They must’ve given us the wrong key.””

--(no quirks AU) I really love they way Dabi and Hawks are written here i can’t express it in words and so so much pinning

Completed

A Tale as Old as Time by  EloFromMars, Gotcocomilk

“Dabi and Hawks are hit by the most improbable Quirk: both are yeeted in Fairytales land and have to rely on each other to get out of this.“

-- this was such a fun read omg

Completed

A Romance Written All Over Your Body by  minatsukinoamayo

//NSFW mind the tags!//

“Hawks is assigned to infiltrate the League of Villains in order to expose them. Hawks usually never fails a mission, but Keigo usually never falls in love, either.A story of how Hawks falls from grace to become a villain, because hero society has failed them all.

OR

5 times they're not in a relationship and 1 time they are.“

-- you know those fics you say “one more chapter” and it’s 3AM

Completed

it caught spark in your eyes by  youareoldfatherwilliam

//Mature - Implied Sexual Content//

“Keigo’s quirk is powerful, but sometimes it comes with unintended side effects.

Or: A 5 + 1 fic of five times the more…instinctively bird-like parts of Keigo’s quirk took over accidentally during his relationship with Dabi, and one time it happened entirely on purpose.“

-- I was screaming about this particular fic on twt the other day pls give it a read if you can it’s so so so good! Any fic that has Hawks with bird traits has a special place on my heart

Completed

The Others by  threesipsmore

//Mature - 2 sexual scenes, nothing too explicit but they’re there//

“"Skeptic's starting to think he’s more important than me,” Toga sneers, an acidic edge to her voice. “Making decisions on his own, sending out birdie without even talking to me first.”

She’d simply acquiesced to cooperating with Skeptic, but from day one the complaints had never stopped. In this tiny room layered with sushi and cakes, Dabi was forced to listen to her whining.”

-- You go birb, you get that man

Completed

Equivalent Exchange by  inexchangeforyoursoul

“Keigo blinks the blurry oblivion away from his eyes, although some part of it is oddly stubborn and to stay indefinitely. There's three things he's certain of: first, he’s alive. Second, just by looking at the bed and windows he can tell this is no villain hospital or torture room. Third: something feels wrong. Very wrong.

The silence… is deafening.

xxx

To obtain, something of equal value must be lost.

If so, what of a bird that has lost its wings?”

-- i had so many feelings reading i can’t physically explain them to you also PINK HAIR DABI PINK HAIR DABI

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dabi's 5-step guide to being a better parent than endeavor by  twinkfrankenstein (orphan_account)

“A little voice inside his head whispered spitefully about how this was no place for a child, and how he was making a mistake and would only traumatize the kid, yada yada. He responded with an equally spiteful-

“Fuck off, its not like I planned to do arson today.”

(or: how Dabi becomes a good dad just to spite his own, realizes he kinda sorta maybe likes Hawks for realsies, begrudgingly admits the League cares and finally comes to terms with his protective side. Not in that order.)“

-- this legit made me laught out loud idk what else tell you

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The Todoroki In-Laws by  aphrodaisyacs

“Over 10 years after the fight against the Paranormal Liberation Front, Rumi, aka the part-time hero Miruko and the proud wife of one Todoroki Fuyumi, decides it would be an awesome idea to create a groupchat with the significant others of the other Todoroki siblings.

Maybe things would be easier if its members weren’t two Pro Heroes, a former one and a rehabilitated villain, but…Honestly, where’s the fun in that?”

-- this is not dabihawks focused but it’s so funny pls

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With Being Petty Comes Consequences by  CursedUndead

“"When we were saying fuck pro heroes, I didn't think you literally meant FUCK them," Tomura grumbles, kicking over an empty beer can.

"Pretty judgmental for someone fucking a pro twice their age," Touya says.

Tomura squints, and says, "Ten years is not twice my age."

Or, after spending Enji's money, Touya is forced to babysit for the number 2 hero to pay him back. Touya makes it his life's mission to fuck his new boss.”

-- this only has 4 chapters but i know it’s going to be one of my faves

On-going

The Truth series by  AmethystUnarmed

-- Hawks gets hit with a truth quirk and starts to be actually free by the power of love, friendship and a bit of crime <3

The last entry is on-going

and if we sit and count it up it's really not a lot by  sincerelysamedt

“Hawks finds a bento box in his messenger bag and almost cries.

"Is that a loving wife bento?"“

-- please PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD READ THIS ONE /sobbing noises/

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steal your heart by  darlingest

//Mature//

“When infamous thief Hawks announces that he is going to steal the heart of Endeavor's son, everyone expects him to prey on Shoto Todoroki - nobody suspects Touya to be the actual target.“

-- Villain Hawks and civilian Dabi are my guilty pleasure and this one it’s so soft too i’m- djsahfdjkfhadf

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darling, thank god it’s this universe we’re in (and you can annoy me as much as you please) by  juurensha

“ Todoroki Rei divorces Endeavor and moves all four of her children into a small apartment next to a boy with wings as red as the hair of her eldest son. “

-- This was one of the first dabihawks fics i ever read and, to this day, i come back to it when i feel i need the extra burst in happy feelings and check their other works too! Honestly all are such a good fucking read

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[whom-the-hell]

Can I request a Part 2 to the MHA arguments you posted? Like the S/O breaks up with them afterwards, coldly telling them off and never speaking to them again?

Part 3 of MHA arguments! (But with a twist)

TW: IN THE DABI HEADCANON/FIC THERE WILL BE GORE/BLOOD! IF YOU AIN’T COMFORTABLE WITH THAT PLEASE MOVE ON AND READ THE SHIGARAKI HEADCANONS!

Part 1: Here

Part 2: Here

Keywords used: Y/n: your name

Anime: My hero academia/boku no hero academia

Izuku Midoriya:

-”Sorry puppy...” he said with his head down and flowers in his hands.

-You look at him and sigh, giving him a disappointed look. “I think that it would be better if we just ended this relationship and forgot about each other...” You give Deku a weak smile, while he looked at you with wide eyes.

-His eyes started to form glossy tears, some of them already dropping from his eyes.

-”Y-You can’t do this Y/n! W-We can work this out! Don’t you see that I love you?!” Deku shouts, flowers falling to the cold cement ground.

-You look at him while trying to hold back your own emotions.

-”Sorry Izuku, goodbye...”

-And just like that, you shut the door at his face, making him cry even more.

-Texts and missed calls started to pop up from your phone, all saying things like: “Y/n, I’m sorry!”

“Y/n, please answer the phone!”  

“Why aren’t you answering?!”

-Back at school things were even worse, Deku wasn’t the happy and motivated student he used to be before.

-He became dark and shallow, not talking to anyone. He started to miss training and didn’t even talk to All Might.

-Even Bakugou got weirded out by Deku’s weird behavior.

“Oi, Deku! Stop acting like a wimp and start training seriously!”  

-Izuku also started to fail all of his classes, barely passing any of them.

“Hey Deku, do you maybe want to go and study with me, Iida and Todoroki?” Ochaco asked.

“No... I think I’ll pass...”

Katsuki Bakugou:

-Bakugou had a hard grip on your hand, almost hurting you.

-”Katsuki let go!” You shout at him.

-He grits his teeth and let’s go of your hand, leaving a small bruise on the side of your wrist.

-”Listen, I’m sorry for being such an ass, I didn’t mean to lash ou-” Bakugou started to say his apology but you cut him off.

-”I don’t think this is going to work out...” You sigh, clearly annoyed at him.

-He stares at you, not expecting for you to say that.

-“I think that it would be better if we just ended whatever we have going on before this gets worse.” You continued, looking Bakugou dead in the eyes.

-He just stood there, not knowing how to answer. His thoughts went blank, his mouth got dry, his body became limp. He didn’t want to lose the most important person to him.

-”I’m done Bakugou, don’t talk to me ever again.” You say and turned around, walking away from that now broken guy.

-He looked at your body making its way further and further away from him, your shoes making a clicking noise every time you take a step forward.

-And he just stood there, not knowing what to do. Should he chase you? Should he let you go? He didn’t know.

-After the break up, things didn’t go so smooth for Bakugou.

-He got nightmares about you, and not to remember you, he stayed up all night long, not getting a minute of sleep.

-He became more aggressive and his anger issues grew bigger, making himself unapproachable for others.

-He distanced himself from his friends and family, not speaking a word to anyone.

-If anyone ever annoyed him, he literally blew them up, not caring if he injured anyone.

Shoto Todoroki:

-Ochaco laughed at the confused look written across Todoroki’s face.

-”Don’t be shy Todoroki, now go!” She said.

-Todoroki tilts his head and looks at your window that is on the second floor. “Do I really have to do this?” He asks Uraraka.

-”Oh c'mon! You’ll totally get them to forgive you if you pull this off correctly!” She hypes Todoroki up.

-Todoroki sighs and starts to climb up to your window, where he saw you sitting on the bed while scrolling through your phone.

-He gently taps at your window, getting your attention.

-You slightly jump up, not expecting to see Shoto beside your bedroom window that is on the second floor.

-You open the window up, letting him in.

-”Hey Y/n.” He smiles slightly. His eyes glistening with happiness.

-”Is he happy to see me?” You think to yourself...

-There is a moment of silence between both of you. Even though it didn’t seem like that to you.

-”Shoto, I have to tell you som-” Not even letting you finish talking, he cuts you off.

“No, let me talk first. I had to tell you that I didn’t mean anything I said back there! I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, and I surely didn’t want to lose you. So please, forgive me...” He speaks.

-You look at him, your fists clenching together.

“Shoto, listen. I don’t think that I’m happy with you anymore. I don’t want to be with you anymore, I don’t...love you...”

-His heart dropped, his skin went pale, his eyes widened, his body went limp. He looked down and gritted his teeth, not because he’s mad, but because he was thinking on how to save this relationship.

-”Could you please, look through the window...” He said to you under his breath.

-And with confusion written all across your face, you looked through it.

-There you saw a big sign spelling out “I love you” in all caps. Your favorite flowers used as decoration for the sign, and Uraraka standing with something of what seemed to be a box of chocolates in her hands.

-”Uraraka helped me with all of this...” Todoroki spoke behind you.

-And you just stood there, shocked.

-”Get out.” You say.

-Todoroki looks up at you, scared of what will happen next.

-”Sorry...?” He mutters out.

-”I said, get.out.” You speak with anger in your voice.

-After that incident with you, Todoroki was broken.

-He didn’t know what to do and what to feel. A mix of sadness and anger would rush through him just at the thought of you.

-Todoroki didn’t really seem different at school, but at night shit would go down.

-He would literally scream into the pillow at night whenever he got dreams about you.

-Sweat would rush through his whole body just at the thought of you with another person.

-He would also mutter out your name whenever he’s sleeping, sometimes so loud that everybody could hear.

Tenya Iida:

-You walked out of your classroom and headed to the cafeteria with the rest of your friends.

-”Should I really break up with him?” You ask your friends that were walking right beside you.

-”If you aren’t happy in a relationship, what’s the point in having one?” Your friend answers confidently.

-”I guess you’re right...” You let out a sigh and continue to talk to your friends.

-Suddenly, you hear very fast walking behind you. That person was going at the same speed of only one person you knew.

-”Y/n! Please give me a minute!” I male voice yell’s out from behind you.

-Your friends look at you and then at the person behind you. “Good luck-” One of your friend's whispers to you.

-You stop and look behind you and yes, that was Iida.

-”Y/n! I deeply apologize for being such a horrible boyfriend! I am very sorry for the words that came out of my mouth that day, I did not mean one thing I said to you, and I wanted for you to know that I deeply care about you!” Iida bows in front of you while apologizing in a formal manner.

-People were passing by and looking at both of you, wondering what was going on.

-”Iida, stand up normally.” You let out a snicker.

-He looks up at you, with a look you’ll never forget.

-His eyes had deep, dark eye bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess, his uniform wasn’t as clean as it was before.  

-”Iida... I’m tired of this. I’m tired of all of this. You keep making me feel like you owe me something by saying your apology. I’m just going to spit it out and say that I do NOT want to date you anymore.” You speak.

-Iida didn’t say anything, but tears started to form in his eyes.

-”I don’t think I’m happy with you anymore... I don’t think that...we are happy together. I think it would be better if we break up and each one of us could go different ways.” You continue.

-And just like that Iida’s legs gave up and fell to the floor, making him sit on his knees.

-Tears flooded out from his tired, but beautiful blue eyes as he made those weird hiccupping noises to breath.

-He didn’t say anything though, just sat there.

-”Bye, Iida.” You say and head back to the cafeteria.

-After the break up, Iida came back to his normal self. He focused on his grades and tried to forget about you, but he couldn’t.

-Just like Todoroki, things would go down at night for Iida.

-He would literally go out at 3am to the places you visited together just to remember you and your beautiful voice.

-He couldn’t forget about you even if he wanted to, you were too special to him.

-He started to look through your social media photos and look at you being happy, having the time of your life.

-Of course, I’m not saying that it would be easy for you after the break up, but I do think that Iida would suffer a bit more than you would.

-He also has a book where he wrote your name in if he ever remembers you... Yeah, he had to buy a new book...

Ejiro Kirishima:

-You walk out of the shower, relaxed and enjoying yourself.  

-”I can’t believe it’s already night.” You think to yourself.

-Suddenly you see your phone vibrate and its screen light’s up.

-You walk up to it and place it in your soft hands, looking through your texts to see who was texting you.

-”Kirishima...” You sigh.

The text said: “Hey Y/n, long time no see, eh? I wanted to ask you if you could go to the town’s bridge right now?”

-You had a confused look on your face but decided to just get this over with and come to the bridge.

-You quickly dress up and head out to the town.

-”What could he possibly want at the town bridge...? I mean, I know it’s a beautiful place and all, but why there?” You think to yourself as you were getting closer to the destination.

-Suddenly you stop. “What the...” You mutter out.

-There were romantically lit candles all across the bridge, balloons flying all around you, rose petals scattered all across the bridge making a path to where Kirishima was standing.

-The moon was so beautiful and big, it seemed that it was glowing brighter than ever before.

-”Oh! You came!” Kirishima smiles at the sight of you standing beside the rose petal path he made.

-”What is all of this...?” You mutter out.

-”This? Oh, well I thought you would like it, so me, Denki and Sero decided to decorate it to your liking.” Kirishima says proudly.

-”Kir-” You try to say Kirishima’s name, but he cuts you off.

-”No, let me talk first. My so called ‘manliness’ and ego got in a way of our relationship, and I had to tell you that you are more important to me than anything in this world. I had to tell you that I love you, so if you could just forgive me, I promise that I would never hurt you ever again...”  

-Great, now he makes a good apology and a romantically lit place. How can you break up with him when goes through all of this effort just to please you?

-”Just spit it out Y/n, you could do this...” You think to yourself.

-You look at Kirishima and notice his beautiful red eyes were glistening and he had a big smile on his face. -”Kirishima, I don’t want this...” You mutter out, not making eye contact with him.

-”What do you mean?” He says with a confused voice.

-”I’m saying that I'm breaking up with you Eijiro.” You say while gritting your teeth.

-Kirishima stood there, scared, confused, sad, broken.

-”W-What? You’re joking, right?!” He shouts.

-”No Kiri, it’s really over...cya later...” You turn around and head back home, tears forming in your eyes.

-Kirishima fell to the cold floor with tears overflowing his face. He cried and cried for about 10 minutes when he decided to stand up and clean everything up.

-Things got worse from there. He didn’t sleep, eat, study, talk or do anything for days.  

-All he did was sleep in bed and cuddle up to a big pillow imagining that it was you.

-He cried, a lot. He got nightmares about you, he had hallucination's that you were right beside him and everything horrible was happening to him in the span of those 3 weeks you were broken up.

-Things did get a bit better when Kirishima’s friends started to take care of him, but he wasn’t the same after you left him.

Hanta Sero:

-It was another boring day in class, you were still in an argument with Sero, and nothing really interesting happened.

-”Okay calm down you brats and listen up. I will be gone for 5 minutes to go to the principal Nezu’s office. Iida, you’re in charge of the class. Make sure nobody pokes out their eyes with pencils.” Aizawa says in front of the class and shortly after, leaves.

-Of course, nobody listened. There was so much noise you can probably hear the shouting of the class from outside the building.

-Sero, thought it would be a good idea to apologize to you in front of the whole class, so, he did.

-He stood up onto his chair and shouted.

“HEY GUYS, CAN YOU PLEASE CALM DOWN A BIT I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO MY BELOVED Y/N!”  

-Suddenly, the class goes silent. Iida kinda mad at Sero for standing on his chair, but he let Sero go.

-”Y/n, babe. I’m sorry for being so ignorant towards you and your feelings! I promise that I will make sure to spend more time with you than my friends, and I promise that I can make you happy with me again!” He shouts out so you can hear him.

-Blush started to form on your cheeks, not because you actually liked the apology, but because of embarrassment.

-Suddenly, everyone’s eyes were on you. Everybody cheering on both of you and waiting for your next move.

-”I-I...” You mutter out from embarrassment.

-Sero looks at you with pleading eyes, as if making you feel guilty for doing this to him.

-You’ve snaped and took Sero’s hand, getting him off his chair and heading out of the classroom.

-”What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Do you even realize how much you just embarrassed me?! Everybody are probably waiting for my answer to be ‘I forgive you’, but Sero I DON’T LOVE YOU!” You scream, realizing your voice was a bit too high.

-Sero’s smile drops, and a serious look appears on his face.

-”What, did you say...?” He asks, his eyes wide open.

-”I said, I don’t love you. I want a break up.” You sigh, feeling relief rush through your body.

-Sero didn’t answer, he just looked at you.  

-”Hanta, goodbye...” You smile and head back to the noisy class.

-After class, he rushed to his dorm where he cried for HOURS.

-He wasn’t talking to any of his friends and made sure his door was locked.

-In the mornings, he didn’t eat, so his friends put food beside his door, hoping he’ll eat something.

-Depression and anxiety took over him and his thoughts, Sero didn’t know what to think nor do.

-All he wanted is to have you back, he didn’t care if you wouldn’t love him. Just, be beside him and he’ll be happy.

-He did talk to his friend, saying everything is okay when it clearly wasn’t.

Denki Kaminari:

-You get a call from Mina out of nowhere while you were doing your homework.

-”Hey girl, what’s up?” You answer the phone with a happy voice.

-”Hey there bestie! Listen here, I need you to come to my house pronto, I gotta show you some!” Mina says.

-And just like that, you arrived at Mina’s house, not expecting anything, BUT OHO HO OH NO. You were wrong <3

-As you take a step into her house, you see a light-yellow haired person sitting on the couch.

-”Haha, I forgot to take something from my garage, you just wait here.” Mina smiles and goes out of the house through the front door, closing it after her?

-You giggle and take a step into the living room where you saw him...

-”D-Denki?! What the hell are you doing here?!” You shout.

-”Y/n! Oh, thank god you came! Please listen on what I have to say!” Denki shouts back.

-”We have nothing to talk about Denki.” You answer him with a serious tone, almost sounding like you were angry and about to kill him.

-”Y/n, I love you! J-Just listen to me and my apology!” Denki says with big, pleading puppy eyes.

-You sit down on the couch, criss cross applesaucing your legs.

-”Baby, I’m SO sorry for being a terrible boyfriend! I know I didn’t spend much time with you, and I do know that you felt left out, so from this day on I swear that I will care about you even more!” He said, sincere words coming out of his mouth.

-But this wasn’t it. This, wasn’t the problem that got you angry at the first place. Did he really just have the audacity do apologize to you for something and not knowing what the cause of the problem was in the first place?!

-”Denki... Do you really not know why I’m mad at you?” You ask him, clenching your fists behind your back because of anger and disappointment.

-”Well, it’s because I didn’t give you enough attention...?” He answers, unsure of his answer.

-”KAMINARI, REALLY?! DID YOU JUST REALLY TRY TO APOLOGIZE TO ME AND NOT KNOW WHAT FOR?!” You scream at him.

-Denki sits there, confused and scared of what will happen next.

-”IT’S BECAUSE YOU KEEP FLIRTING WITH OTHER PEOPLE DENKI! IT’S BECAUSE YOU NEVER CARE ABOUT HOW I FEEL! HOW HARD WAS IT TO REALIZE IT?!” You continue screaming at him.

-Suddenly, everything goes silent. You run out of breath and patience, proceeding to say: -” I... I’m not happy in this relationship... Why the fuck would I date you, if you’ll just continue to flirt with everyone later on? Kaminari, I’m breaking up with you.”

-The world crashed underneath Denki’s feet. The feeling of pain proceeding to crash into him straight after.

He wanted to scream, but no words came out of his mouth. He was shocked, he was scared...

-”I’ll get going now...” You sigh and go out the door, meeting Mina on the way.

-”Sorry bub, I’ll check the thing out you wanted for me to see later.” You give her a weak smile and leave.

-Denki felt broken.

-He felt like everything amazing in this world vanished and the happiness he had once in his life vanished with you.

-He was calm at school, a bit too calm if you ask me.

-He didn’t talk to anyone and just sat there with a blank face beside his desk.

-But sometimes, he would leave the middle of the class to go to the bathroom and just cry there for the end of class.

-His friends would then find him and bring him back to the dorm for him to calm down.

-He would also shock anyone who touches him too, but it’s always an accident as he doesn’t expect anyone to touch him.

Hitoshi Shinsou:

-Finally! You’ve did it! You baked the fucking cake you tried to bake three times for no god damn reason, but at least now you feel accomplished.

-You look through your window and notice that it was already night time.

-”How long have I been baking for?” You think to yourself.

-Anyways, you cleaned up your kitchen and headed to your room where you changed into comfortable clothes and laid down on the bed.

-Suddenly, you get a bunch of texts at the same time and you feel like your phone is about to explode.

-”Who can be texting me at this hour?!” You mutter out and check your notifications.

-”43 UNREAD MESSAGES?!” God dang, who can be texting you so much? Did Sero get stuck on the ceiling again? Or did Bakugou explode Mina’s room?

-Thought’s ran through your head about who could’ve texted you but...you were wrong.

Shinsou:

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*35 more, sad cat video’s*

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-”Hello Y/n. How have you been? I had to tell you that I’m sorry for being such a terrible boyfriend. I truly love you, and I didn’t mean to lash out on you. *more smart words because I’m lazy to write anything bla bla bla, boom done*, I hope you can forgive me, and my terrible actions.”

-Is he actually serious right now?! Why couldn’t he tell you this in person?! Was he scared? Does he mean anything he just texted you?!  

                                                                                                                      Y/n:

               -Are you serious?! Why can’t you just tell me this in person?! What          kind of apology even is this? Shinsou, if you would really want for me to forgive you, you would come and talk to me in person. How am I supposed to know that this is genuine?

Shinsou:

-This is genuine! I didn’t think you would like to talk to me in person so I just texted you-

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Does he really think you’re that stupid to forgive him, just like that? -You sigh in annoyance and text back to him:

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Y/n:

                           -I guess this is easier. Well, if we’re on the topic of texting and                              saying things that come to our minds, I guess I'll just spit it out.

Shinsou:

-Spit what out...?

                                                                                                                        Y/n:

                                                                  -Shinsou, I’m breaking up with you-

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-There was no text back from Shinsou for a minute. You knew he read the message because underneath your text it said *read*

-”What could he be doing that he doesn’t text me back?” You think to yourself.

-Finally, you get a text back from him:

Shinsou:

-Alright.

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And just like that, you blocked his number and got back to bed, peacefully falling asleep and not thinking about what happened 5 seconds ago. Your body felt relief as you finally broke up with Shinsou and got this thought off of your chest.

-He on the other hand... Eh, let’s say he was not happy.

-Shinsou was mad, furious. “How could they break up with me OVER TEXT?!”

-He was angry at you and himself. “If I were a better boyfriend this wouldn’t have happened in the first place... But they could’ve at least broken up with me in person!”

-He got more sleep deprived than before, not getting a second of sleep.

-He didn’t cry, he didn’t get nightmares, but he did get hallucinations of you.

-He found himself thinking of you constantly. You were practically the only person on his mind 24/7.

-At school, he thought about just finding you and apologizing for hours.

-But, he didn’t do that. He was scared you were going to reject him and humiliate him in front of everyone. (His mind says “go apologize” but his insecurities said no <3)

Dabi: (ONCE AGAIN TW FOR SOMEBODY WHO HATES BLOOD/A BIT OF GORE! IF YOU AIN’T COMFORTABLE WITH READING SUCH THINGS, PLEASE CONTINUE READING THE SHIGARAKI HEADCANONS!)

-Your eyes flutter open, just to see a bright light of a lamp shining into your eyes.

-”Oh, god! What the fuck?!” You shout out, almost getting blind. (I would get mad too)

-You suddenly feel your arms tied up with something of what felt like a rope.  

-”Oh, you’re awake. Took you long enough.” A male voice calls out you from behind you.

-Chills ran down your spine as you didn’t know what was happening. “What’s happening? Where am I? Who is that male?” thoughts ran through your head.

-Your start to try and move, but your legs were also tied up so you couldn’t do much.

-”Haha, you look so scared. Like a kitty taken against its will.” The male says, softly chuckling after.

-You didn’t say anything, not because you didn’t want to, but because you couldn’t. The fear that was growing inside of you didn’t let you even make a word out for you to say.

-The male moves the lamp away from your eyes.

-Finally, you can see! Your eyes adjust to the new lighting and your eyes open wide.

-The male, was your boyfriend...

-”D-Dabi?! What the hell are you doing?! Are you out of your god damn mind?!” You scream, shocked and surprised on seeing Dabi.

-”What do you mean? Were you never taken out on a date by your significant other?” He says with a big smile spreaded across his face.

-”Taken out on a date?! Do you think this is some kind of joke?! YOU KIDNAPED ME YOU FUCKER!” You scream at the top of your lungs.

-Suddenly, you feel Dabi’s hand holding your neck with a rough grip, slightly using his quirk and leaving marks on you. You couldn’t breathe, your eyes were rolling back into your head.

-”If you don’t want to be hurt, you better pick your words carefully before making me do something I might regret.” He says with a harsh voice and let’s go of you and your neck.

-You gasp for air while coughing your lungs out. “Is this guy out of his mind?!” You think to yourself.

-You hear Dabi sigh as he sits down in front of you.

-”Listen Y/n, I'm sorry. I know I might not be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, but c’mon, how can you not love someone like me?” He gives you a soft smile and continues. “I love you babe, and I’m sorry.”

-You look at him, tears forming in your eyes.

-God, he really liked it when you cried. And as toxic as it may sound, he loved it when you suffered.

-”Well, what do you say? Will you forgive me?” Dabi asks with a grin stuck on his face.

-You look at him and then at the floor. “I think that... It would be better if we ended whatever this is. Dabi, I don’t love you, and it definitely doesn’t seem like you love me either.” You mutter out, but that was enough for him to hear you.

-He suddenly stood up, not saying a word, making his way to a table in the corner of the room.

-You look at him, confused. “What are you doing...?” You say, but he didn’t answer.

-He took something sharp from that table, almost looking like a knife.  

-Chills ran down your spine as you thought of the worst situations that might happen to you at this moment.

-”My dear Y/n... You sometimes make such dumb decision’s I’m almost surprised at how stupid you actually are.” Dabi says as he makes his way closer to you.

-He then proceeds to go behind you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “W-What are you doing?” You mutter out once again, scared out of your mind.

-He gives you a kiss on the cheek and laughs. “I’ll miss you Y/n.”

-And those were the last words you heard before getting your neck sliced into pieces.

-Blood gushed out of the place Dabi stabbed you in, making it look like a fountain of blood.

-Dabi laughed at the sight of you desperately trying to breath as blood covered your entire body.

-”I told you to pick your words carefully baby.” He whispered into your ear and left you inside of that room, still tied up.

-After the incident, with you gone, Dabi became kind of relieved.

-He was happy you weren’t there to annoy him anymore, and he was diffidently happy about you not being there to ruin all of his so called ‘fun’.

Tomura Shigaraki:

-”Shigaraki, please go and apologi-”

-”NO! Why the fuck would I do that?!” Shigaraki yell’s back at Kurogiri that was trying to convince him to apologize to you.

-”I don’t know, maybe it’s because you haven’t left your room in over two weeks now? Or maybe it’s because you’ve suffered from the day you’ve got into an argument with Y/n.” Kurogiri says with annoyance in his tone.

-Shigaraki didn’t answer for a split second before saying: “How should I apologize to them...?”  

-Kurogiri sighs in relief that Shigaraki finally gave into apologizing to you.

-”The easiest way is to go to their place and apologize there.” Kurogiri answers with a happier tone.

-”Okay, I’ll do it-” Shiggy answers and gets out of his room, running straight to the bathroom.

-”What’s his deal?” Dabi says, coming into the LOV hide out.

-”Young love...” Kurogiri simply says and leaves the room.

-Shigaraki took a shower, got his cleanest clothes on and started going to your place at midnight.  

(-Why midnight? Idk, he felt like it.)

-”C’MON, GO YOU PUSSY!” Dabi shout’s out from the bush in your backyard.

-”WAIT, I’M GETTING READY!” Shigaraki shout’s back.

-”YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS MOVING BEFORE I BURN IT OFF!” Dabi says once again.

-Shigaraki does an ‘ehem’ sound and knocks at you front door, hoping you would open it.

-To his luck, you gently push the door open, asking yourself why there was Shigaraki in front of you and Dabi sitting in a bush.

-”What do you want?” You ask Shiggy, harshly leaning you back at the door.

-”Hey Y/n. Long time no see? I uh... Um-” He stuttered, panicking about what to say.

-He might not seem gentle when you first met him, but later you realized he has a soft side, and this ladies and gentlemen, was his soft side.

-”I... I wanted to say um... I uh-”  

-”If you aren’t going to say anything, I’m closing this door and leaving you in the cold.” You cut Shiggy off, clearly mad at him for wasting your time.

-”I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to lash out on you. I know I might be aggressive with my words at times, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” Shigaraki mutters out like a child apologizing to his parent’s.

-He then proceeds to carefully hug you, his hand’s wrapping around your shoulder’s.

-Suddenly, he feel’s himself being pushed away, and with confusion on his face, he sees hatred and disappointment in your eyes.

-”Who gave you the right to hug me out of nowhere?!” You shout at Shigaraki, making it clear you are not pleased by his actions.

-”I’m your boyfriend...?” Shiggy says, confused by why you asked that sort question.

-”Oh, right. I still didn’t break up with him-” You think to yourself.

-”Shigaraki, no, you aren’t my boyfriend. I thought I made it clear by not answering your call’s nor text’s, not talking to you and so on. Did you really think I would still want to be with you after I do all that?!” You shout out, breaking Shigaraki’s heart into a million pieces by the word’s that just came out of your mouth.

-You look him in the eyes and not saying a word before sighing and continuing your sentence.

“I’m breaking up with you.”  

-Shigaraki did nothing. He only looked at you, admiring your beautiful facial features for the last time.

-”Goodbye Y/n...” He says and runs off to the dark street, Dabi following him from behind.

-”Thank god this is finally over with...” You think to yourself as you watch Shigaraki leave.

-Back at home, Shigaraki’s situation got worse.

-He screamed, screamed a lot. At night, in the morning, in the evening, afternoon, just at the thought of you.

-His eyes became more swollen than they were ever before, making his vision blurry from all the crying.

-He also didn’t visit the LOV and everybody started to wonder what happened to him.

-Shigaraki never got out of his room, and let his anger out by breaking everything he saw in the room.

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It’s over! It’s finally over! I deeply apologize to you my dear person who requested this, and also the people who were wondering why I didn’t post for so long.

My lazy ass really said: “let’s take it slow...” So, I did.

Anyways, I hope y’all enjoyed this!

[shushiyuii]

Atlantic Runaways (Part 4)

Note: Ayooo!! Part 4 at like 3am! I’m very sleepy I worked on this for a long while but it’s finally out! Sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Mentions of vore, fatal, trauma, drowning and death. There will also be Soft vore, panic attacks and almost character death. (Please be advised!)

Words: 4.8K (Longest fic yet, bruhhhh)

Exhaustion had caught up with him rather quickly surprisingly that day, he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was the excitement of the day or just his low energy finally catching up with him. Whatever it was, he couldn’t care, all he wanted to do was sleep after the long day of work.

Sure, working with Wilbur was indeed amazing but Tommy doesn’t get out too often, meaning he

doesn’t have the energy to stand up for long periods compared to his other colleagues. But that doesn’t stop it from being a blast.

With a sigh, he lazily dropped his shoes to the side and went up to his bedroom for the night. His room itself was a mess, but if he was honest, he couldn’t quite give a shit at the minute.

The bed’s blankets were crumpled and overthrown, cans left on the bedside table and trash laid around that he hadn’t managed to clean up yet, it was strange how in such a short amount of time, a lot of things had happened, but he was honestly too tired to question it at this point.

Turns out that prick of a trainer had ended up saying he was feeling sick and walked out on the day, leaving Tommy to do most of the day’s work, especially since he had to prepare Wilbur for the upcoming show within a couple of days with another Mer.

And Tommy was definitely dramatic and definitely had a flair for a camera, but he couldn’t be certain he could handle a big stage. After all, he couldn’t quite get the hang of the performance. It was mainly Wilbur trying to help him balance on his head.

Well, at least he had bonded with Wilbur. He faceplanted into the bed with a sigh, rubbing his eyes before finally covering himself with the bedsheets. And finally fell asleep.

...

A strange feeling came into his conscience, it was like anxiety spiking his back, he could feel tension there. He inhaled what he could, only to have a strange feeling of something leaving his mouth and more tension increasing on his body.

He opened his eyes to see light blue, he inhaled quickly, quickly trying to move his body only to notice the bubbles leaving, his body being unresponsive. He tried to scream instead only for nothing but bubbles again.

It felt like he was drowning again, he could feel the slow descent as the light blue slowly turned darker and what seemed to be the surface distancing away. Whatever it was it was definitely a dream, well more of a nightmare, a surreal, lucid nightmare.

He had the feeling of being watched, like a creature waiting to pounce in the distance. It scared him but he wasn’t sure why. Why did this scare him so much? He’d been through this shit before so now, why was it different now?...

The ocean embrace slowly increased as it dragged him deeper and deeper into its depths. The more he sank, the more his anxiety increased. Soon, the feeling of being watched turned to one of pure fear because in the distance he saw glowing blue, shark-like eyes staring into his very soul.

He watched the eyes, both unblinking. Waiting…

And then, he felt like he could move his body again.

He tried to swim upwards.

But giant, sharp teeth shadowed his vision and before he knew it,

The teeth were coming right down onto him.

…

He sat up in an instant, trying to catch his breath as he felt a tear escape his eyes. He quickly moved a hand to his head only wince back slightly from the amount of sweat he felt on his forehead. He shook off the feeling and turned to his phone, only to find that it was about 5 minutes until his work alarm went off.

He debated laying in bed for another five minutes but decided against it in favour of getting ready for work today. He sighed, wiping the sweat off his forehead and finally stood up for the first time. Feeling his bones pop into place and with a yawn, he deemed himself worthy of getting ready for the day.

He went into his wardrobe to find something comfy and warm to wear, since coming back from a day of working with water left you feeling miserably cold once you managed to escape the swimsuit, so Tommy always found it easier to wear something baggy for its warmth afterwards.

It was the merchandise of somebody he admired a long while ago, who he still admired to this day. As they were a well-renowned Streamer. He then combed his hair to the side with his hands and deemed himself ready to go as he grabbed his backpack of equipment for work.

He made his way out of his bedroom and began to walk down the stairs, there the smell of bacon hit his nostrils. His stomach then rumbled, telling him to quickly make way down the stairs to his father’s cooking.

He practically ran down the stairs and swung into his seat on the island with a thump. It certainly made his father jump to look back at his newly risen son. “Well, looks like somebody decided to down for breakfast for once”. He said with a smile as he began to finish up the classical English breakfast.

From what Tommy could see, there were freshly cooked eggs on two plates, with a hashbrown each. With also some s sausages, a slice of black pudding, a portion of mushrooms, which he didn’t really like, a portion of the good old tomato beans and lastly, the juicy well-done bacon.

The ultimate breakfast as Tommy called it, besides the mushrooms, he hated them. But his father forced him to eat them anyways. His father’s hair swayed as he turned around holding the two plates and brought them towards the island.

He sat the plates down with a set of knives and forks, with kettle plugged in and boiling beside them getting ready for a daily dose of a cup of tea. His father finally sat down with a sigh, he seemed exhausted himself, it seemed he hadn’t yet noticed.

The tea finally finished boiling, and his father passed him a cup. To which, he proceeded to blatantly pour sugar into his cup. Beside him, his father sipped a cup of tea and then looked to Tommy. His eyes went from a tiring comfort to one of surprise as he coughed on his cup.

“T-Tommy!”, he looked at his father with a smirk. It seemed his father finally noticed. His father sighed with a smile on his face. “Mate, you don’t have to go wearing my merch all the time!”, Tommy laughed.

“What, can I not wear your merch?”, he replied with a playful smirk. His father himself was Philza Minecraft, a popular Minecraft streamer who still had a very loyal fanbase. He had been streaming since Tommy was a kid and still streamed to this very day.

His father simply laughed in reply, “Alright, anyways. You going to work today?”. Tommy nodded as he picked up some food from his plate. And with his mouth full asked, “Could I have a lift please?”, “Of course, mate.”

They quickly finished up their joyful breakfast and made their way to the car they had. Luckily, it was about a 15-minute drive to the waterpark, so Tommy didn’t have to take as long to get to work compared to his many other co-workers.

The drive was comforting, the radio playing hit songs that reminded him of his childhood, singers like Bl!nk and Zack Warzone, but made it all the more different was his father embarrassingly trying to get him to sing along with him as a bonding experience.

Soon, the time for work arrived. His father kissed him on the forehead before he got out of the car, despite the fact Tommy was almost an adult, it never changed his father from doting on him like a child. He didn’t hate it but sometimes it could be embarrassing. He then waved his father goodbye.

A quick turn around the corner and the waterpark came into view with its giant, inviting sign welcoming all sorts of tourists to check out their attractions. But the sight inside the parking lot didn’t seem all that exciting.

There in the parking lot was a round of police cars, and what seemed to be a news station trying to catch sight of the latest eye-catching story, the sight of them scared him. Had something happened? Was Wilbur, okay? Why were they here?

He ran towards the main entrance just to see a familiar, cigarette-stained hat of the trainer being pushed into a police car by two officers. He was yelling out profanities and saying that he “wasn’t guilty of anything!”. But just by his expression, he could tell something had pissed off.

He made eye contact with the man and the glare he received from him was more than absolute fury and hatred. It went right through his soul, he looked back to see an officer approaching him. He backed off slightly in fear, only to bump into somebody behind him.

He tripped but kept his ground, his anxiety peeked slightly. He turned around to apologise only for a microphone to be put blatantly in his face. “You must be the victim of the attempted murder! Tell me, are you okay? How did you survive? How did it feel?”.

He backed up slightly as the questions piled into his brain, but he couldn’t find the answers. Nor did he want to answer either. He looked around panickily, hoping somebody would save him from this situation. And luckily for him, somebody was approaching in the distance.

It was his boss, who had a pissed off look on his face. But not at Tommy, more towards the media. The media seemed to notice his approach and got excited. “Mr Schlatt! Do you think you could-“, They were cut off by his words. “Enough”.

He had come close enough to the interviewer, he was much taller and thanks to his glare. He very much intimidated them. He looked towards Tommy and his face softened slightly as he grabbed Tommy’s hand and brought Tommy behind him.

“I do not tolerate you tormenting my employees. I ask you kindly to leave the premises before I ask the officers to force you to. Now, leave.”. Schlatt then turned around, his hand on Tommy’s back as he led him towards the building.

As soon as they were inside, Schlatt removed his hand and turned to look at Tommy. The once threatening expression turned to a friendly one. “You alright, there?”. Tommy hadn’t noticed how quickly his breathing had gotten. He leaned over for a minute, trying to gain control of it again.

Schlatt patiently waited, which he was glad for. And after a minute, he answered. “I-I’m fine, just…”, he was cut off by Schlatt saying, “It’s alright, you don’t have to answer. We don’t have to discuss it out-front. But I do wish for you to have a word”. He nodded and then the two walked into the office.

Schlatt was the first to sit down in his grand seat and then instructed Tommy to sit due to the fact that the boy was still slightly scared. Schlatt sighed for a moment and then spoke.

“Once a week, every Monday. The security team double-checks the security feed covering the nighttime. And of course, during the periods of closing time on Friday. You were seen being pushed into the water by Wilbur’s trainer and hadn’t surfaced for over a period of several minutes”.

Tommy looked away slightly in anxious fear, Schlatt continued. “Several hours later, you surfaced. Seeming very much disturbed by what had occurred. Wilbur who had surfaced along with you, comforted you in perhaps a different behaviour we had never seen from the Mer before”.

He sighed, “I’m not mad at you or anything, if. If anything, I’m worried for the sake of your mental health. Something like that to happen isn’t particularly healthy for one’s mind. If it weren’t for Wilbur that day, you could’ve…”. He didn’t finish the sentence; Tommy didn’t want him to either.

“Why didn’t you report it to me yesterday?”, his expression was sad, like a concerned father who was worried about their child. It reminded him of Phil. “I- I don’t know, I thought I’d get in trouble or some-“.

Schlatt leaned over the desk and patted his shoulder in comfort, “My dearest apologies Tommy, we do not condone that sort of behaviour from our employees and as you this saw morning, he’s going to be handled accordingly.”

He then fiddled into a drawer on his desk and slipped over a small, tight filled envelope with his name written on top in cursive writing, slightly messy as if it had been prepared in a rush. “I hope this is enough, compensation”.

Tommy opened the envelope under the gaze of his boss and slowly rips open the envelope under the pressure. Inside, was a butt load of cash, multiple £20 notes inside, hundreds. Tommy widened his eyes in shock at the amount of cash within the envelope. “W-wait, money?! This much?!”.

Schlatt cleared his throat with a smile, “Well, you see Tommy. You’ve been through a lot during your employment here. And of course, you’re bound to be stressed, so that should cover more than enough in case of therapy if needed, not only that but you’re a very hard worker. So, I also have something to offer”.

It certainly piqued his interest, what else could Schlatt be offering to him? Wasn’t the money enough as it is? “You see, his trainer has in fact been arrested. So, I’m going to have to find a replacement to work with Wilbur. As of now as well, you’ve established quite the bond with the Mer!”.

Tommy instantly understood what he was offering and jumped up at the opportunity. “Yes! I’d love to be Wilbur’s trainer”. The room’s mood from one of tension to one of joy. Schlatt seemed to smile at not only his acceptance but also his change of mood.

“Good I’m glad! I’ll have the paperwork sorted by the end of the day for you to sign! But Tommy.”. Tommy hummed in reply, “You see, as you should know. Wilbur has an upcoming performance Tomorrow. I hope it won’t be too much pressure on you to be able to perform.”.

Tommy contemplated it for a minute until he changed his mind as nodded with a smile. “I’ll be happy to do so, Mr Schlatt!”. Schlatt returned the smile, “Good, I’m glad. Now how about you get to Wilbur? He’s bound to be worried.”.

Tommy waved Schlatt goodbye and left the office. He made his way to the changing rooms with a much-needed change of mood. He was much happier compared to the morning. He quickly changed into his wet suit and quickly made his way to Wilbur’s pool.

…

He sprinted into the room, which was most definitely against regulations of health and safety due to the wet floors. He yelled out Wilbur’s name “Wilbur! Wilbur! Wilbur!!”. He dragged out the last one as loud as he could to express his excitement.

In a second a loud splash breached the surface of the pool and out came a giant Mer with anger, concern and fear expressed onto his face. He scanned for Tommy and when he found him, he almost crawled onto the surface as he cupped Tommy into his hands.

Tommy was quickly lifted towards the Mer’s face, concern written all over the Mer’s face. “Tommy! What’s wrong!? Are you okay?!”. Tommy just smirked and stood up in the Mer’s hands. “Wilbur! Guess what?!”.

Concern was still written on the mer’s face, but it had calmed slightly at the sight of Tommy excited. “What?!”. Tommy smiled and reached his hands towards the mer’s cheeks. “I’m your new trainer!”. Wilbur’s eyes widened, “Wait, is that why you were late this morning?! What happened to that prick?!”.

“He got arrested! He’s going to be going to jail!”. Wilbur smiled, his fangs on full display as he moved his face to nuzzle Tommy. “I’m so glad!”. Tommy laughed as Wilbur nuzzled him for several minutes. Tommy then pushed the giant cheek away, which got a small angry chirp from the mer.

Tommy giggled in response. “Alright, that’s enough you clingy dickhead!”.   Wilbur then allowed Tommy to be put back down on the surface. “You alright though? You seem nervous about something.”.

Tommy sighed and decided to explain, “The performance Tomorrow, I’d said I’d do but-“.Wilbur then ruffled his hair, “Don’t worry, we’ll get you prepared Today, it’s not too hard!”, “Says you! You’ve been doing it forever! I just started today!”.

“Well, there’s no time to waste then, eh?”.

…

Wilbur remained as still as possible as he swam around the pool, Tommy continued to attempt to keep balance on top of his head. Barely steady as he stumbled almost every second. “Come on Toms! You’ve-“ Wilbur tried to be encouraging but he was cut off by a scream and then a splash.

He reached a hand down into the water and picked up the panicking Tommy who now flailed like a fish in his hand. “Tommy-“, Tommy then sat up and started yelling profanities, “WHY IS IT SO FUCKING HARD!”. Wilbur tried to contain his laughter but failed as a series of happy chirps left his throat.

“DON’T LAUGH AT ME! YOU FUCKING FISH!”. There was no venom in the statement, just one of embarrassment which made Wilbur laugh even more. “O-oh my fucking god!”, Tommy then turned around on Wilbur’s hand and crossed his arms with a humph, pouting like a child.

Wilbur smirked at Tommy’s pouting and teasingly yet playfully asked. “Awh! Is Tommy gonna be a little baby?”, Tommy then stood up and attempted to tackle Wilbur’s finger back in retaliation, but it didn’t do much, eventually, he gave up.

“Okay- Okay- How about we try it again?”. Tommy reluctantly agreed. Wilbur then moved his hand towards the top of his head, allowing Tommy to attempt once again to balance on top of his head. This was going to be Tommy’s first performance and he was going to do it well. It was going to have to be perfect.

“You ready?”, Tommy hummed in reply and slowly Wilbur began to swim forwards. Tommy stumbled for a second but managed to regain his balance. And surprisingly this time, he managed to keep his balance and not fall from Wilbur’s head for the seventeenth head. “Wil! We’re doing it!”.

He looked down to see a smile on Wilbur’s face, but he didn’t respond, instead, he continued to swim. Challenging Tommy to keep his balance as he increased his speed ever so slightly and yet again, he managed.

After about a couple of rounds, Wilbur stopped and offered his hand to Tommy to climb onto. “Now that was one part of the performance. Now, you gotta jump off that. Wilbur then raised his hand slightly towards a high diving board.

Compared to Wilbur, it wasn’t much. But for Tommy, it was high, very high. Not that he was a fear of heights or anything! Wilbur offered to place him onto the diving board, but he refused and attempted to climb it himself.

He was about midway up the board when he paused, “Tommy, you sure you don’t want me to put you up there?”. He looked down to see Wilbur looking up at him, which didn’t really help as the mer was submerged in the water, but Wilbur could just easily reach this board if he wanted to do so.

He shook his head and instead closed his eyes for a second. Before regaining confidence and continued to climb until he reached the top. Now, Tommy had dived from diving boards before, but this height was certainly, breath-taking to say the least. How did other trainers do this?

He wanted to climb back down but the looming height scared him from doing so. “Tommy- Are you okay?”. He looked down to see the mer with a concerned expression.  “I-I’m fine!” he yelled back but obviously he wasn’t okay; he was beyond terrified.

Wilbur’s concern didn’t seem to unease though either as he remained where he was. Tommy contemplated for a moment and then decided. He had to do this, he had to prove himself he can do this! And not take anybody’s pity! He was TommyInnit after all!

He looked down again to see this time Wilbur attempting to give him a reassuring smile, “I’ll catch you in the water, okay? I promise! You trust me, don’t you?”. Tommy didn’t answer for a second but then smiled back, “Yeah! I do!”.

He then stood up, refusing to look at the ground and moved to the end of the diving board. With a deep breath, he inhaled. And then closed his eyes and jumped. He could feel the tension in his back as he dove, but he remained in space and attempted to do a spin as told. Once he think he had done it.

He braced himself for the water, inhaling more air; ready for the incoming water which didn’t come so shortly after. He could feel the atmosphere change as the cold air turned to freezing water, but the slow felt slower this time.

He opened his eyes, only to be surprised by seeing a familiar face with a smile, his cupped hands surrounded Tommy as he brought the two of them back to the surface. “That was amazing Tommy! I’m so proud!”. Wilbur nuzzled him once again and this time he embraced it.

He then fed Wilbur his dinner with his own lunch. The two talked about different things, particularly differences between their species. Who knew that Mer’s didn’t really know about technology? It seemed like he had a lot to teach Wilbur as the two of them watched some Twitch (especially his dad).

The shift soon ended with the two departing for the day. And Tommy made way to a bus station for a ride home. It was a nice day.

…

The alarm screamed once again, signifying it was once again a new day. A day of the performance. Tommy got up in an instant, practically getting ready in an instant and sprinting the stairs to see his father had already placed breakfast on the table.

His father looked at him with a smile, “You’re up already? Want some breakfast?”. Tommy nodded, joining his father for a much simpler breakfast of cereal compared to yesterday. “So, I heard there’s going to be a show at the Waterpark today. Do you have anything to do with it?”.

Tommy hummed yes in reply, his father’s eyes widened in excitement. “Oh really? Are you going to be performing?!”, Tommy swallowed down his cereal and nodded. Phil beamed with excitement and stood up, practically running towards his son to embrace him.

“Oh, Tommy! I’m so proud!”, his father hugged with joy. Tommy simply smiled in return, “Do you want another lift to work?”, “Please”. And like again they began to drive and arrive at Tommy’s workplace like the day before.

…

It wouldn’t be long until the performance, Wilbur had already been transferred to the performance pool and Tommy had already changed, ready for the show. But that didn’t stop the built-up anxiety. Not because he was going to be performing in from of a live audience.

But also, for a new station that was going recording the performance live for its audience. So, Tommy was beyond nervous. He paced around the room continuously until a nice-looking lady entered the room and asked, “TommyInnit? It’s time for you to go on stage!”.

He thanked the lady and went up a platform to where the entrance for the performance pool was, there Schlatt greeted him. “You ready?”, he nodded but rather reluctantly. “Don’t worry Tommy, you don’t need to talk at all, the announcer will handle that, all you gotta do is do the acts”.

Schlatt’s hand was once again on his shoulder. “Thanks for the encouragement, it helps!”. He put on the brightest smile he could and went towards the stage, the performance was finally beginning.

…

There were multiple other Mer’s who went up and performed beautifully with a bunch of different yet creative tricks. It made him wonder if his performance would even be good enough, not only that but the nervousness of doing so, he only had a day of practice and only succeeded once.

Soon, the announcers introduced Tommy as Wilbur’s trainer and a horn rang out, signalling Wilbur had been released. And the performance began, they did the swimming laps and balance completely fine, and Tommy even rode Wilbur as a gag!

(Which he had to admit was actually kind of fun). But that wasn’t the point, it was now the diving part of the performance, meaning Tommy once again had to do that scary jump. He breathed in for a moment as the audience waited.

And after a moment, he once again took the jump. He did the spin, but this time it was different. For some reason, an alarm went off, a loud one. It scared Tommy, forcing him to open his eyes mid-way through the fall.

Unfortunately, Tommy didn’t dive properly into the water. So, it didn’t quite leave with a proper splash or the fact that he came face-first into the water with an impact. The next thing Tommy knew he was unconscious

…

“Take the mer off the premise! He cannot be seen!”.

…

The next time Tommy had awoken was in a squishy room, it was wet yet not uncomfortable. If anything, it was familiar. He laid there for a moment, trying to remember what had happened. Until it hit him, he fell unconscious during the performance.

Not only that but also drown again, meaning he had yet another almost death experience. His heart began to bound as his pace of breath quickened.

He sat up in instant and began to pound at the contorting walls surrounding him. “Wilbur! Get up!”. His voice filled with panic as reality finally hit him. And he didn’t feel like being in a stomach at the moment. In response, the walls squished which didn’t quite help his claustrophobia.

He could hear a chirp of concern, he yelled out “LET ME OUT!”, the room then shifted and began to squish at him again, yet this time it was forceful as he was shoved from the stomach and squeezed the air from his lungs as he was pulled up into Wilbur’s throat.

He then landed into the of Wilbur, “Tommy, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”. Was he okay? Of course, he wasn’t fucking okay, he almost died again and of course, eaten which was definitely scary enough then the first time, even if he knew it was safe.

“Do I look okay to you Wilbur?!”, Tommy curled in on himself again, tears threatening to seep from his eyes. Wilbur ruffled Tommy’s hair with his other hand, but it refused to bring him comfort, he didn’t allow it. He didn’t want it.

Wilbur let out a chirp of concern when Tommy pushed the finger away, “WILBUR! JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!”, he snapped. “Tommy! Calm down! What’s wrong-“.

“YOU! YOU’RE THE FUCKING PROBLEM!”. Tommy blurted out without hesitation, but he didn’t mean it. He covered his mouth for a couple of seconds before stuttering out, “Wil- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“.

“Enough”. Wilbur growled back, more aggressively than he thought he would. “Here I thought you were different, but of course I had to be fucking stupid. You’re no good than the rest of those pathetic humans”.

Tommy kept quiet, instead of responding. He simply walked away and went home…

…

When he arrived home earlier that morning, the house lights were strangely on that morning. So, he quickly wiped his eyes from the tears and unlocked his front door quietly. Trying to sneak into the house without suspicion. Perhaps his father was doing a late-night stream?

But that wasn’t the case because as soon as he came through the door, he was greeted by the running of a panicked, sobbing father. Embracing him as soon as he came through the door. He tried to hold back his own tears in favour of asking his father was wrong.

“W-what’s wrong Dad?”, “Mate, why didn’t you fucking tell me?!”, He was confused. “What?”, “The fucking police came by to interview me, why didn’t you tell me you were almost killed?!”.

…

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Life Without Colour (PART FOUR)

Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader

Taglist:  @domainoflostsouls​  forgetthisbull  handon-h-art  yourspecialcrush  giulsgotmusic  mrsbarnes-rogers  luosymekawa  linzeyzarcone  forgetthisbull   calamityreads  talgra 

Warnings: this one takes a darker turn; trigger warnings for kidnapping, drugged, threats/slight violence, Hydra, angst

Note: this is over 6000 words, enjoy!! x

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

A few weeks had passed since you first saw colour; a few weeks have passed since you and Steve talked through everything and made peace with Bucky Barnes being your soulmate which mean a few weeks have passed since you last saw or spoke to Bucky Barnes. After your 3am phone call, you hadn’t seen him. You’d told Steve about the phone call when you were both awake the next morning, telling him as much of the conversation as you could remember. He seemed fine with it, knowing about Bucky’s nightmares and erratic sleeping schedule. In fact, he appreciated the gesture that Bucky reached out to ask what you were comfortable with. What Steve appreciated more though was your honesty and the fact you were straight with Bucky and told him that you and Steve were happy together and nothing would change that.

Everything was fine with you and Steve, every issue had been ironed out and in fact, the two of you had never been closer. You were truly grateful for Steve’s forgiveness and now, the guilt had almost fully disappeared. He had helped you to heal that wound and you had helped to heal his wounds with trust; you had proved yourself to be honest and that it was just one slip up. 

Life had been good those few weeks, you spent more time with Nat and got to know about her budding relationship with Bruce. You’d seen the team a bit more than usual as well. No one else - besides Nat and Sam - knew about the soulmate fiasco and truthfully, it wasn’t their business to know anyway. Bucky hadn’t been around much, he’d called Steve a couple of times just to say that he was doing his own thing for a while as per your wishes. Steve was thankful to Bucky for providing that space even if it meant he had only seen his best friend a handful of times since he returned from Wakanda.

Things were good. Until they weren’t.

Steve and the some of the team got dragged to a mission across the country. It was a big one; Hydra were back and trying to infiltrate the systems. Brock Rumlow, or Crossbones as he referred to himself now, was after Steve and he wouldn’t stop until he got him. You didn’t really know what was happening with the mission, Steve was never allowed to tell you a lot about the missions, you just knew that it was a big one and it was dangerous. You hated when Steve was away on a mission; you hated the not knowing part of it all but you supposed it’s what you deserved for falling in love with Captain America.

You didn’t know how serious it was until you had been bringing the groceries into yours and Steve’s apartment and saw four men - three very large, hulking brutes of men - waiting for you. The scream that rose in your throat never found its way out before a gloved hand was forced over your mouth, holding a rag with something strong smelling over your mouth and nose. Brock Rumlow had you pinned in his arms, forcing you to breathe in the chemicals. You tried to fight against him as the fear radiated through your body, trying to put some of those self defence techniques that Natasha had taught you to good use but he was too strong and everything felt fuzzy around the edges. Your eyes were wide as you struggled, trying to escape, trying to scream; trying to do anything that would help to save you. Your heart pounded painfully against your ribcage and you could feel the panic set in when your vision began to blur. You could see the three men approach, weapons in hand but a gruff voice in your ear said, “Stop struggling and we won’t hurt you.” Whether you wanted to stop struggling or not wasn’t up to you but instead, the choice had been taken away and given to the substance that you were breathing in. As the darkness crept in, you heard a faint voice say, “Get Rogers on the phone now.”

Flashes of light, snippets of sound and quick seconds of vision was what you experienced for a few hours as you drifted in and out of consciousness. It wasn’t until a loud bang erupted a few rooms away that you really began to come back to life. Squinting in the low light, you blinked hard, trying to focus on something to figure out where you were. Wherever you were, it was dark and dim and it smelled faintly of the explosion of fireworks on the 5th of November.

You weren’t hurt, your neck ached from the position you’d been in for what you could only assume was the last few hours. You went to move when you realised that your hands and feet were bound. That’s when you really began to wake up. What the fuck? Your memory was hazy but you remembered Rumlow and his goons in your apartment. You pulled at your hands, trying to get loose but the bonds that tied your hands were too tight. Squinting, you looked around the room, it was dark, with a metal door and a few wooden boxes in the corner. You were sitting on a wooden chair, hands and feet bound to the arms and legs of it. 

Your mind thought of Steve, oh god, Steve. You knew this had been Rumlow’s doing, what if he had gotten to Steve? What if- what if he- No. You couldn’t think like that. Steve had been on a mission states away from you. Rumlow had come to you because he obviously couldn’t get to Steve, he was drawing Steve out and you were the bait. Steve’s going to find you, (y/n). He said he’ll always protect you and he’ll keep that promise.

The more you panicked, the more you began to struggle; trying to break free of the ropes. Your breathing was quick and ragged as you struggled, your heart rate increasing with every passing second. Tears welled in your eyes as your mind raced with the horrors of what was going to happen to you. You froze when you could hear grunting outside, it sounded close.

Fear kicked you hard in the stomach, making you feel light headed and nauseous. You’d never been this terrified before. You thought that the most you could be scared was that time a spider ran across the bed when Steve was in a shower and you had to deal with getting it out of the apartment but no, tied to a chair after being drugged and kidnapped with explosions and not knowing what the fuck was going on... yeah, that’s a whole new level of fear. You tried to slow your breathing as you strained to listen to the commotion outside of the room you occupied. You could hear grunts and what sounded like punches before the metal door of the room was thrown open and there stood Sam Wilson. A sob got caught in your throat as you saw him.

He pressed his earpiece as he rushed to you, kneeling to help untie you, “I got her, Steve. Second floor, take a right, fifth door down. She’s okay.”

“Oh my god,” you sobbed as relief flooded your senses, “Oh my god, Sam!”

Sam murmured words of comfort as he worked on the ropes that bounded you to the chair, “It’s okay, they’re not gonna hurt you. We’ve got you now.”

He managed to get the last one untied when Steve ran into the room. He wore his Captain America gear sans the mask and carried the shield. As soon as he saw you, he tossed his shield to the side and rushed to your aid. Sam stepped to the side, picking up the shield and playing around with it as he allowed you two a moment to reunite. He was muttering about how the shield was much lighter than it looked.

“Steve,” you whimpered, throwing your arms around your boyfriend and allowing him to pull you up. He held you tightly, breathing heavy into your neck.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

“Sorry to interrupt but we gotta move,” Sam said after a minute, “before we get any more company.”

“Are you okay to walk?” Steve asks you, pulling you back to look at you, “Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you say, wiping your eyes, “Tired but I can make it.”

The three of you hurry out, Steve tells you not to look at the bodies on the floor but you do and you instantly regret it. “Are they-”

“Knocked out,” Sam says, answering your question before you finish it, “but won’t be for long so we gotta hurry.”

Everything’s a bit of a blur as Steve and Sam usher you out, careful to take you the safest and quickest path. You feel queasy after seeing the blood and the carnage of the few HYDRA men so your eyes are trained to the ground until Steve has you safe and sitting in the quinjet. 

Steve doesn’t let go of you, always touching or holding onto you in some way or another. You’re silent as Sam begins to fly the jet. Steve’s talking to you but you can’t focus on anything other than his hand in yours, “I’m tired,” you whisper, “I’m so tired.” You lay your head on Steve’s shoulder and darkness quickly encapsulates you.

You gasp awake, jolting upwards, “Whoa, (y/n), it’s okay!” A voice says quickly, “You’re okay, you’re safe remember. It’s Steve, sweetheart; it’s Steve. Look at me, (y/n).”

Your mind whirs, the tendrils of the nightmare still creeping around in your brain. Hands on your face force your eyes to stop fleeting from wall to wall and instead focus on the person in front of you. Steve stares at you, telling you that everything’s okay and that you’re safe now. Steve’s hands are on either side of your face as he makes you look at him. You blink hard, as your eyes struggle to focus on him. You hear the rapid beeping of the machine and you register that it’s your measuring your heartrate. His face finally sharpens and you can see him properly now.

“Slow breath in, sweetheart. You’re safe, I promise you. Copy me.” Steve takes a deep breath and you follow suit, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart. Steve repeats to you that you’re in hospital and you’re safe, “No one can hurt you in here.”

You look away from him after a few seconds to look around you and sure enough, you are in hospital. The walls are pure white, too white and you’re in the hospital bed, “How did I get here?”

“We got you and you passed out again, I took you here just to make sure that whatever drug they gave you was out of your system. It’s leaving so you’ll be okay, sweetheart.” He brushes your hair back, “How are you feeling?”

“I don’t ever want to be an Avenger, I know that’s for damn sure,” you mutter as you close your eyes and fall back against the pillows, “How you guys deal with the fear is beyond me.”

Steve smiles but it’s sad. You open one eye, “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it. You get some rest and I’ll be right here, (y/n). I’m not going anywhere. Doctors want to keep you in overnight just to make sure it’s all out your system, okay? I’m going to wait by your side all night and don’t worry, we have agents at every door in the hospital.”

“Rumlow?” You asked him, voice trembling, “Where’s he?” 

“SHIELD are closing in on him, sweetheart,” he sighs, stroking your hair back gently, “Don’t worry... He can’t get you in here.”

As Steve looked over you as you slept, Sam came into the room, “Coffee delivery.” Steve sipped at the hot coffee happily, “How is she?”

“Had a nightmare about it but she’s okay. She’s scared.” Steve’s eyes were trained on you as though we were watching a newborn infant to check its breathing, “God, what if we hadn’t found her in time?”

“But we did and we got her out. She’s safe, Steve.”

Steve shook his head, “But for how long?” He asked as he rubbed his face tiredly with one hand, “How long before Rumlow or HYDRA or someone else targets (y/n) to get to me?”

Sam swallows, “What are you thinking then?”

“She has to go somewhere safe, somewhere away from the chaos and the danger.”

“How long?”

Steve shrugs, “I don’t know... At least until we know all of Rumlow and his men are locked up.”

“You’ll go with her?”

It’s a big decision and he knows that you should be involved in it but he knows exactly what you’ll say; you’ll say that you want to stay with him and stay by his side even if it means living in terror of every bump in the night. He had been reckless, Steve had thought he was untouchable, he thought that you would’ve been safe but Steve underestimated the lengths these sorts of guys go to in order to win.

He shakes his head, hating the decision that he’s about to make but it’s for the best. It’s the only thing he knows that will protect you; it’s the only way he’s happy with you leaving, “No... but I know someone who will.”

Sam shakes his head, knowing exactly who he means and he raises his eyebrows, “You’re kidding, right? That’s a stupid decision, Steve, and you know it.”

Steve scoffs, “I wish... but... he’s strong, he’s good in a fight and I know that he’ll protect her no matter what.”

“But what if... what if they... you know?”

Steve takes a breath and releases it slowly, “Then I’ll deal with that when the time comes. I need to keep (y/n) safe and this is the only way...”

Sam’s hand is heavy on Steve’s shoulder as they watch you, “She’s not gonna like that decision.”

Steve laughs, knowing fine well that you will fight against the decision for all its worth, “Oh, yeah, I know. Probably won’t forgive me in a hurry either.” Steve stands up, “Will you watch her so I can go make a phone call? I’ll just be outside the door if you need me.”

Sam nods, taking Steve’s seat, as Steve grabs his phone from his jacket, dialling one number. He waits outside the room, just across from the two agents that Fury had placed outside of (y/n)’s hospital room 24/7.

“Steve?” He’d been sleeping, the one time Bucky Barnes is getting a decent sleep and his phone rings and wakes him. He always answers when it’s Steve though, regardless of the time or where he is.

“Hey, Buck... I need to ask you a favour.” Bucky asks what Steve needs and Steve begins to tell him, “Rumlow and HYDRA are after me. They kidnapped (y/n), she’s okay, in hospital but no injuries. She’s shaken up pretty bad and... Bucky, this is going to be a big ask.”

“Whatever you need, Steve, I’ll do.” He’s sitting, tugging a shirt on with one arm,  “What do you need?” Bucky Barnes would go to the ends of the Earth for Steve Rogers and he knows that whatever Steve needs, it’s something big.

“I need you to take her to a safe house.” Bucky freezes, he had expected Steve to ask him to come help for extra protection or something like that but this... this is huge, “I need you to take her. I don’t know how long for, a few weeks maybe months? No one else, it can only be you.”

“But... Steve...” He doesn’t say much but Steve knows what he’s saying. But Steve, I’m your girlfriend’s soulmate and you’re asking for me to take her into a secluded house alone? Just the two of us for god knows how long? Are you sure that’s a good idea?

Steve sighs heavily, “I know, Buck.” His tone almost sounds defeated, “I know... We were finally back on track and the universe hits out with this... I just need her to be safe, Buck, regardless of who he soulmate is or who she ends up falling in love with; I want her to be happy and I want her to be safe.”

“Why can’t you go?”

“They’re after me, I can’t let you or Sam or the team pick up my mess. I have to deal with it. That’s why I need you to go with her. You’re just as strong as me and... I know that you’ll keep her safe. I know that whatever happens, you’ll do everything you can to protect her... I need you to take her until we have Hydra locked up.”

Bucky licks his lips as he thinks about it. He doesn’t really know how to feel about it but he doesn’t really have to, Steve needs him and he’d follow that scrawny kid into the depths of hell if it mean he’d be helping him, “Okay, I’ll help. I’ll need a few days to find a safe house and get it prepped then I’ll fly out, okay?” He agrees to Steve’s ask though he has a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that all of this won’t go to plan. 

“Thank you, Bucky.” Steve closes his eyes as he leans against the wall, “You can’t tell me or anyone else where you’re going or where you’re taking her. I probably won’t be able to contact you so-” I’m leaving you with my girl alone with no contact from me or the team for weeks or months potentially, “- you gotta keep her safe. I’ve got some cash together for you to buy everything with that so you’re untraceable. Fury’s giving us more cash since we don’t know how long you’ll be away for.”

Bucky swears on his own life that he’d protect you with everything he has. Before Steve hangs up, Bucky says, “Steve, I just want you to know that no matter what happens... no matter what feelings arise... I won’t- I won’t do anything, I won’t act on anything, I won’t try and do anything about them...”

It’s the reassurance Steve needs and he feels a lot lighter now that Bucky’s said that. He smiles as he release a long breath, “I know you won’t, Bucky. I’ll see you soon.” Steve hangs up and walks back into the hospital room where Sam has Marvin Gaye playing quietly on his phone, “Do you just play Marvin Gaye to anyone in a hospital?”

Sam rolls his eyes, “It was too quiet, man! How did it go?”

“He’s onboard.”

Sam claps him on the shoulder, “You sure this is what you want? You know that I could take her or you could and I could hold the fort?”

Steve sighs, “It has to be him.” He shrugs, “I... I can only hope that nothing happens but god knows... All I know is that she’ll be okay with him.” The pair look over you as Steve’s thoughts swirl. This might be one of the last times you’re together in a romantic sense, he doesn’t know if you’ll come back loving Bucky or hating him and it makes him feel sick at the thought but he’s okay with it. He wants you to be happy and if that means it’s with Buck, then so be it.

“Absolutely not.”

“(y/n), come on-”

“No, Steve!” Your voice is raising due to the sheer stupidity of his request, “You’re saying that because you’re being targeted that means I’m a target too, I understand that, but what I don’t understand is why you’re asking me to go live in a safe house with Bucky for god knows how long! He’s my soulmate, Steve, I- I can’t.”

“The plans have already been made.”

“Then unmake them!” You’re angry and he gets it and to be honest, he doesn’t want this to happen either but it has to. He’d told you the next morning when the drugs were completely out of your system. Sam was back at the apartment checking for bugs, just in case Rumlow’s gang planted some when they were in and then he’d take you back to the apartment for you to pack a bag, “I’m not going Steve.”

“Yes, you are.” He crosses his arms over his chest and looks at you with a furrowed brow. He understands that you’re an adult who can decide their own fate but Steve is choosing this one for you, “You might not understand right now but when you come out the other end of this safe then I hope you’ll understand then.”

You shake your head as tears threaten to fall. You’re angry at Steve, that he made this decision and you knew you would be going no matter what fight you put up. It annoyed you, made you feel small and made you feel like a child who couldn’t make their own decisions, “Not without you, Steve. Why can’t it be you?”

“I’m trying to keep the fight away from you,” he says softly, hand on top of yours, “Bucky’s the only way you’ll be kept safe.” Silence falls for a moment before he speaks again, “I know what this means. I know what this could mean for... for us. I know that you could come back in love with Bucky and he for you. I know that you could come back and break up with me on the spot... That’s a risk I am willing to take.”

You shake your head, “No,” you whisper, “I’m not willing to take that risk, Steve.” You could trust yourself, that wasn’t the issue. You knew that no matter what, you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise your relationship with Steve. But... you and Bucky were soulmates and that had to be for a reason and it worried you that being alone with him for an unlimited amount of time would cause something to stir. You trusted yourself not to cheat on Steve but you didn’t trust your heart not to hurt Steve.

Steve crouched down beside the hospital bed and lifted your hand to his lips, “I know, sweetheart,” tears burned at his own eyes as he spoke to you, “I know the risk. I know that you could come back and we could break up instantly and if you want, we could break up right now so that whatever happens, you wouldn’t have to feel guilty about it-”

You swung your legs out of the bed, throwing your arms around him, “No,” you wept sadly into his shoulder, “that’s the last thing I want.”

He held you tightly, knowing that this very well could be one of the last times that the two of you had together in a relationship, “I’m doing this because I want to protect you, (y/n)… Bucky can protect you.”

“I-I love you, Steve,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. My god, how you loved him. He had changed your life, brought so much joy and happiness to it, “No matter what, I love you.” The two of you stayed like that for a long time, just needing to feel each other and needing to be with each other because... who knew what would happen over the course of the next few months?

With doctors granting you permission to leave the hospital and after having Sam debug the apartment, Steve took you home for your last night with him. The car ride to the apartment was quiet and your hand never left Steve’s as he drove you both home. You had relented with the decision, knowing full well that regardless of whether you said yes or no to leaving with Bucky, you would be going anyway. You and Steve had talked things over, about Steve’s duty to the job and to taking down Hydra, about Bucky and how he wasn’t going to overstep a line with you or anything like that. The pair of you spoke about the non-existent contact you’d have.

“Hopefully it won’t be too long,” Steve said, “maybe just a few weeks but these days, Hydra is everywhere and nowhere all in the one, it could be months. Bucky managed to find a safe house relatively quick. For obvious reasons, I don’t know where it is or what continent it’s on but he said that it’s secluded and it’s safe. He said that it comes with minimal furniture so tomorrow morning, you’ll leave.” You squeezed his hand tightly, not wanting to speak for fear of bursting into tears. Steve glanced over at you and gave you the tiniest of smiles. He lifted your hand and pressed a soft kiss to it.

When you reached the apartment complex, there were three black SUVs parked out front, Steve saw you looking, “SHIELD agents,” he told you, “We’ll have agents outside the apartment and one in each of our neighbour’s apartments.”

“Jeez,” you murmured, “I’m only here for one night, it’s like I’m a bloody Kardashian.”

Steve smiled slightly, glad to hear you make a joke, he wrapped an arm around you as you walked into the building, “Only the best for you, my love.”

You were rather apprehensive about going back into the apartment. It had been yours and Steve’s safe place and now... it seemed compromised almost. Steve seemed to pick up on your worry, “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said as he took the keys out of his pocket, “It’s been cleaned, debugged and also...” He unlocked the door to reveal red rose petals running from the front door into each room.

“Steve,” you whispered, looking at him with a smile. You walked into the apartment, hanging your coat up and kicking your shoes off. You followed the petals into the kitchen where there was a candlelit dinner waiting for the two of you.

“It’s not much but I had Nat come round and make it special since it’s our last night together.” Note; ‘last night together’ is different from ‘last night together for a while’. A pang of sadness shot through you, you leaned up to kiss him softly, whispering that you loved it.

“There’s a bath waiting for you if you want it. Some Chinese takeout if you’re hungry.”

You hugged him tightly, “Just hold me for a while.” So, the pair of you stood in the kitchen, holding each other in the dim light not knowing what would happen next. 

It was a few minutes later Steve tugged you to the kitchen table where you both sat down, “You remember our first night here?” He asked you as he handed you some take out cartons and began to eat.

You stifled a laugh, “Yeah, no electricity for three days and no hot water either!”

Steve laughed with you, taking a fork full of chow mein, “Yeah, having to eat Chinese take out on the floor with torches and candles all around us. Could’ve cried when the electricity finally turned on.”

You rolled your eyes, “You could have cried?! What the hell, Rogers? You teared up like you were watching your first born son marry!” 

The ice had been broken and the two of you could freely talk and laugh without boundaries. You both carried on as though it were a normal night, a date night with no mention As the night went on, you had a nice romantic bath as Steve cleaned the dishes and when you were finished, things ended in the bedroom.

You always loved laying on his chest, listening to the slow rhythmic beat of his heart and his steady breathing. Most people, if they knew it was their last night with someone would probably fuck until dawn but neither of you wanted that. You wanted nothing more than to lie with him, talking and just being there and being present. Steve wanted to hold you, wanted to tell you how much he cared and loved you and he just wanted to be with you.

“Whatever happens,” you said softly, “I just want you to know that this was real; this is real - that although we’re technically not soulmates, I truly believe that we are.”

Steve pulled you tighter into him, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I want you to know,” he said, “that no matter what feelings you start to have for Bucky, no matter how you feel towards me in the end up... I won’t blame you. I won’t expect you to love me like this on the other side. I won’t expect you to still want to be with me. I know that I’m forcing you into this situation and that kills me to do but I have to do it so whatever happens, it’s not your fault.”

You look up to him as you both whisper your confessions of undying love before kissing him gently. It’s a soft kiss, full of emotion and full of such sorrow. It’s a goodbye. You would say goodbye officially tomorrow but this was the real goodbye, this was the intimate goodbye, the letting go of the intertwined hearts and this was it. The kiss soon turned more passionate and then the two of you were confessing your love in the most intimate of ways.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Natasha asked you as she sat on yours and Steve’s bed. You were in the process of packing your bags.

“I feel like I’m perpetually on the verge of tears,” you answered, as you folded some t-shirts and squeezed them into the bag, “It’s hard, you know? I understand why but my god, Nat, I hate this.”

Nat studied you carefully and you knew the question that was on her mind. What if you fall for Barnes? To be honest, it had been the question on everyone’s mind that morning.

“I’m shit scared,” you admitted to her, dropping the bag onto the bed beside her as you ran your hands through your hair, “I am terrified. I am so in love with Steve and what if I come back madly in love with Bucky? Or better yet, in love with the two of them?”

Nat stood up, placing a gentle hand on your arm, “Hey, whatever happens, it’s going to be okay. You can’t stress about something that might not even happen. You have to take it day by day and if you fall for him then so be it. If you don’t, great. If you’re in love with the two of them then that’s something you and Steve have to talk about and sort out when you’re back. Don’t stress about it now.” She pulled you in for a tight hug, a very un-Nat thing to do, “Just know that I’ll be helping Steve sort out the Hydra mess, I’ll keep his ass safe and in line and hopefully it won’t be too long before you’re allowed to come home.”

“Thanks, Nat.” The two of you pulled apart, “You’ll need to keep a diary or something to update me on everything I’ll miss... especially with you and a certain Dr Banner.” You placed your phone on top of the counter, you couldn’t take it for fear of tracking so there was no point in having it. You sighed as you placed it down.

Nat rolled her eyes, “Yeah right. Let’s get this wig sorted.”

The Avengers were never too good at disguises, it usually always consisted of sunglasses and a cap so, in order to hide your identity further, Nat had brought you a wig the opposite colour, cut and style to your hair just now and some contact lenses of a different colour to your natural eye colour.

After a few minutes, you looked in the mirror, staring at someone who looked like a stranger, “Oh god, I hate it.” The top you wore wasn’t at all flattering for your body type. You tugged it down, wishing that it wasn’t quite so figure hugging. You didn’t mind things that clung to your body, you’d worked through a lot of the body issues you had but the top was a horrid colour and paired with this hair and these contacts... you didn’t feel like a Kardashian anymore. 

Nat laughed, “That means it works. Honestly, you look fine, stop worrying... Let’s go show the boys.”

You walked into the living room with your packed bags to see Sam and Steve standing talking. Steve smiled when he looked at you, “You look... interesting.”

“Shut it, Rogers.”

“I mean, it definitely works because I look at you and I don’t see (y/n), I see a complete stranger,” Sam offered.

“You ready?” Steve asked softly, taking the bags from you, “Got everything?” You nodded, murmuring a ‘think so’. He smiled and pulled an envelope out of his back pocket, “I wrote this letter this morning. I want you to read it when it’s time...” Your confused expression made him explain further, “I want you to read this letter when you start to feel things... things for Bucky. If that happens.” You took a breath, mind whirring with the possible things that could be in that letter,  “You’ll know when to read it.”

It was then that there was a knock on the door. Sam answered it to see Bucky Barnes standing wearing a cap and, you guessed it, sunglasses. He wore leather gloves to cover his metal hand and carried a bag over his shoulder. He lifted the sunglasses to look at you, “Ready?”

Oh god, it’s happening.

“I don’t want to cry because I’m scared of the contact lenses,” you whimpered as tears threatened to fall. You hugged Nat and Sam, thanking them for their help, before Steve said that he’d walk out with you both. He picked up your bags and the three of you left the apartment to the black car that was outside. Bucky packed the three bags in the trunk before hugging Steve.

You couldn’t hear what the two of them said in the brief encounter but you supposed that it would be Bucky reassuring Steve that you’d be safe and that he wouldn’t act on any feelings that may grow. Steve clapped him on the shoulder and Bucky got into the driver’s seat of the car.

Steve turned to you and wrapped you in his arms. God, you just wanted to cry. You wished that you didn’t have to go, you wished that you could just stay with him but you couldn’t. You had to leave. They’d already gotten to you once and Steve wouldn’t dare let it happen again.

“I love you,” you told him softly, “I love you so much, Steve. I-I love you.”

He held you tighter, “I love you, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll get this sorted so that you can come home to me.” You pulled back and he brushed your cheek, wiping your tear gently, “No matter what happens, it’s okay.” You hugged him again before he leaned down and kissed you softly. Bucky, who had been watching in the rear view mirror, looked away, “Goodbye, (y/n).”

“Goodbye, Steve.” He opened your car door and you slid inside.

“Thank you, Buck,” Steve said, clearing his throat, “Be safe.” He closed the door and Bucky started the engine, pulling out of the apartment complex. Your eyes were trained on the spot where Steve was, watching as he got smaller and smaller until you couldn’t see him anymore. It was only when he was out of sight that you allowed yourself to really break. Fuck the contact lenses, I’m too sad to care. 

Bucky glanced at you as he drove, feeling a pang of sadness for you as you wept in the seat beside him. He knew that part of the reason you were so upset was because it was him that was taking you, had he not been your soulmate you would have probably been okay but because he was your soulmate, it filled you to the brim with worry, guilt and pure sadness. All he could do was drive. Nothing he could say could help you. He reached to his side, taking a pack of tissues from the door’s compartment before handing them to you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, taking them from him. He couldn’t do much to help but he had done enough to make you feel comforted and to make you feel as though you weren’t alone. You wiped your eyes as you stared out of the window, wondering where the next few weeks would take you.

[her-world-on-fire]

Kisses in the Corridor {Tim Drake x Reader}

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Word Count: 3,604

Request: Could you please write a tim x reader fic where the reader is a superhero (I was thinking like Barry Allen’s kid and the new Kid Flash) and is also Tim’s s/o and maybe Bruce and/or the Flash catch them having sex? 💜

2s. “stop before someone sees!" & 4s. "ten? i only need five."

WARNING NSFW MATURE CONTENT 18+ Tim and reader are 18

I WOKE up to the sound of a loud buzzing. I moved away from Tim’s grip and reached on the nightstand for my phone. I looked back at Tim, he held the same peaceful expression. I squinted at the caller ID and immediately sat up. I tried to be as gentle as possible, not to wake Tim. He was normally a very light sleeper, but he was sleep deprived. I pushed the blankets off and moved out of the room. I gently opened the door and snuck out into the hallway. I looked down at the caller ID once more to be sure before I answered.

DAD

“Dad? It’s 3am, what’s going on?” I whispered, I heard a rustling in the background. There was some kind of conflict, but I couldn’t quite make it out. After a few moments there was silence, then a heavy sigh.“I need your help.”

“What’s going on?” I moved down the hall trying my best to be quiet. “I’m going to send you some files. I need you to get Tim to decrypt them.”

“Okay send them to me and I’ll have him look at them as soon as he wakes up.” I heard a pause from the other side of the line. “When he-” He paused. “He’s with you right now?” I hadn’t exactly mentioned that I had moved in with him. As far as he knew I was still staying with in the house with the others. I faked a yawn. “I gotta go dad, love you.”

I quickly hung up and moved back into the bedroom. I got back into bed and Tim shifted slightly. I moved closer and he put his arm around me again.

I woke up and found Tim looking up at the ceiling. “Did you sleep okay? I noticed you got out of bed last night.” He turned to me, and I sighed. “Sorry I thought I was being quiet.” He chuckled, “Work hazard. Don’t worry about it.” I sat up and grabbed my phone. “Well it was my dad.” He squinted his eyes. “Why did he call you at 3am?”

“He wanted me to send you some files he needs decrypted.” I handed him my phone and showed him the files. He hummed and sat up. “I’m sorry I know you just finished your project-” He shook his head and get out of bed. “I really don’t mind. I’m sure your father wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important.” Tim grabbed his laptop and connected my phone. We moved into the bathroom and got started on our morning routines.

Tim’s was straight forward, he wanted to brush his teeth and get to work. I on the other hand had a few steps. I tried to make Tim do them with me as much as I could. “Come here.” I grabbed his face and massaged a gentle cleanser. Wearing masks almost every night didn’t work wonders for out skin. He waited patiently until I was done. I applied some moisturizer, “All done.”

He smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. “I’ll get the coffee started.”

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 Tim spent most of the day working on the files. When it was time to leave for patrol I had to pry him from the computer. “It’s time already?” I nodded and moved to get up. He stretched and then looked around.

I held out his suit and he sighed in relief. “What would I do without you?” He pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes raked over his toned chest. He had come a long way. He used to be lanky, but he had put on a lot more muscle in the past two years. Whatever shape he was in, I loved him.

Truth be told I was still getting used to his chiseled features. I gave him once last glance. “If I stay here any longer we’re going to be late.” I handed him his suit and moved out of the room. I grabbed my phone and noticed a missed call.

DAD: I’ll be by Friday afternoon, Bruce needs me to speak at his proposal. Looking forward to talking to Tim.

As if Tim didn’t have enough on his plate. I still had another 3 days to prepare Tim. I decided to tell him tomorrow. I put my phone down and Tim emerged from the bedroom. We met Dick at the coordinates he gave us. Dick left for the night leaving the two of us in charge. Tim had wired the police scanners to our headsets. The night moved slowly.

That was until the 3rd hour.

“10-44. Any units between 4th street and Palmdale?” Tim and I exchanged looks, stolen vehicle. We were only a few minutes out. Tim used his grapple, seeing as we were nearby. I got there a few minutes before him. “How bad is it?” The scanners had grown more chaotic. This wasn’t a normal stolen vehicle situation. We learned that there were children inside the car when it was taken. On top of it all, the driver was intoxicated. “Can you send out an alert and clear the next two blocks?”

“Done.”

I kept up with the vehicle, doing my best to move civilians out of the path. With the alert Tim had sent out. I was going to get inside the vehicle and stop the driver. “He’s approaching a construction site. You’re going in blind, the city hasn’t updated the maps.”

“Send an ambulance, and make sure the police don’t go into construction.”

“Y/N-” Tim’s voice said sternly. He was too far behind to do anything. “Be careful.”

“Always am.” Now that there were no civilians in the way, I was going to have to get the children out first. He was nearing the end of the map. I moved in and saw two children in the backseat. I needed to take them one by one. It was safer, their bodies weren’t meant to undergo high velocities. I needed to protected them from whiplash.

The first child was a beautiful chocolate haired boy. “Okay, where are you Tim?”

“Magnolia.” He replied immediately. I took the boy and ran him to Tim. By time his older brother blinked I was back. I left them both with Tim and rushed back to the driver. By now he knew that something was going on. He sped up. “What are you doing?” Tim’s worried voice came over the headset. “They’re safe.”

“He could get away.” I used every ounce of my stamina to catch up. I caught up and moved inside the car. I tried to take control, but he wasn’t giving up. The site was less than a mile away. As it grew closer, I saw it was the outline of a building.

If he breached the gates he wouldn’t have time to stop. He would drive through the building’s foundation, which wasn’t secure. It would crumble onto of us. His hand moved to the gun he had by his side. He slammed the gun into the side of my head. I felt the warmth trickling down the side of my face. I threw a punch and felt it connect. He fired a shot and moved my head back. He missed. I lifted my head back up and took the gun. and tossed it in the back seat. I looked up, it was too late. We were almost inside the building.

Tim was screaming in my headset. He heard the gunshot. I opened the door and pulled the driver out. I looked in front of us, the building slowly started to crumble. There was still a chance. There was a small opening where the building hadn’t caved in yet.

I had to make a choice. I needed to risk taking him and him slowing me down. Or I could leave him and get out, guaranteed. I had a fraction of a second to decide. I took one look at him and decided to risk it. I held on too him and used all my strength to reach the opening. I was exhausted. Just catching up to him when he was miles ahead had taken it out of me. Now I was bleeding, and drained. 

I thought about Tim. Memories of us flashed inside my head. I mustered enough strength to run. I threw the man out and then jumped out of the opening. On impact, I knew something wasn’t okay. I had landed on my shoulder. “Tim.”

He was just outside the gates.

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Luckily my body worked hard to fix the broken bone. Being a speedster came with its perks. Fast metabolism, and healing. By the time Bruce’s proposal came around, my wounds were almost completely healed.

“Are you sure you want to go?” Tim asked once more, hands on either side of my face. “I’m fine Tim. I promise. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He sighed, he had seen the x- rays. Physically I was fine. “Fine but if you start to feel even just a headache, we’re coming back.” I nodded and he looked over my face again.

I stuck out my hand and he placed a kiss on it before intertwining our fingers.

We arrived right on time. Tim’s part of Bruce’s proposal was one of the first points. He had to go set up in Bruce’s office. “I’ll be right back.” He took his files and rushed up to the office. I joined Dick, Jason and Damien in the lounge. “Hello, boys.”

They looked up and Dick’s eyebrow’s knitted together. “Are you even supposed to be out of bed?” I laughed, “Dick it was just my shoulder. I’m fine.” Damian snickered at his brother. Dick looked at between his brothers. Jason had a smirk on his face. “What?”

“Speedster. They heal 20 times faster than us.”

“He got promoted to lead of the biotech department of Wayne Enterprises a few weeks ago.”

The boys bickered. My eyes scanned the room for my father. He was incredibly hard to miss. “I’ll be back.” The boys didn’t even turn in my direction. I walked to the other side of the lounge. He turned to me and then patted his college on the shoulder. He approached me, a big smile on his face. “Hey dad.” He opened his arms and pulled me in for a tight hug. I groaned, “Little too hard.” I gasped and he let go. “Sorry, I just haven’t seen you much.”

“I know. I’m sorry I’ve been meaning to visit.” He nodded and looked around. “Where’s Tim?” I pointed to Bruce’s office. “He’s setting up.” My father raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t know he was part of the presentation.”

“Wow. That’s fantastic.” He genuinely was impressed. After all he had a background in bio medicine. He knew how hard the work was. “We’ll I’d love to talk to him about it.” I laughed, of course he did. “You can come by our place after and I’m sure he’d talk your ear off.” He turned to me. His eyes narrowing.

Realization struck, and I cursed internally. Eventually I was going to have to tell him, but I was hoping back at home. In front of family and witnesses. Before he could say anything. There was an announcement on the overhead speaker. We were ushered as the presentations were about to begin.

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Tim did fantastic as expected. He kept the crowd engages and said everything perfectly. He approached me as he walked off of the stage. I clapped along with the crowd. He greeted me with a kiss. “You did amazing Tim.” We walked to the back of the room. He didn’t want to interrupt anyone. He gestured for the door. He took my hand and I followed after him. We closed the door behind us and stood in the corridor. Tim let out a deep breath.

He still wasn’t used to speaking in crowds, and this was a lot larger than he was used to. “Are you alright?” He nodded, “I’m glad it’s over.” He moved to take off his tuxedo jacket. I watched as his arms contracted. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms.

He put his jacket over his arm and looked over at me. A small grin on his face. “What?” I shook my head and sighed. “How much longer is this?” He looked at the clock. “We still have another hour.” I looked up at him. His piercing blue eyes were fixated on mine. His hair wast neatly parted down the middle, every strand perfectly combed in place. He moved closer and put his hand over the wall near my head. “What’s got you all flustered Y/N?”

I took a deep breath, my eyes fixated on his lips. “You, Drake.” He smirked and pressed his lips against mine.

Barry looked around the room, and noticed the absence of Y/N and Tim. He turned to Bruce. “Where are they?” Bruce looked around. No sigh of them. He looked at the cameras on his watch. He didn’t see them. Bruce shook his head. The two got up and moved into the lounge. Damian, Jason and Dick were there for security. He knew no one would get past them unnoticed.

“Have either of you seen Y/N and Tim?” Bruce asked. Dick and Jason looked at each other and then shrugged. Bruce sighed, so much for security.

“I think I saw them go-” Damian spoke nonchalantly. He looked in front of him, behind Bruce and Barry Dick and Jason were trying to tell him something. Quite frankly, they looked like idiots. They were shaking their heads violently waving their arms back and forth. Damien squinted as he tried to read the boys lips. Dick mouthed something he couldn’t quite make out. Bruce and Barry exchanged looks, they turned around and saw Dick and Jason conversing casually.

“Damian?” Jason motioned for him to keep his lips zipped. A smirk grew on Damian's face. He wanted to see it all play out.

Dick and Jason tried. They weren’t quite sure what they were up to but they knew it was nothing good. They tried to stay in Tim’s good graces, in the blink of an eye Tim could hack everything they owned. As for Y/N, they knew there would be no escaping. Y/N could catch up to them anywhere. In short, they didn’t want to piss either of them off.

They had noticed their brother couldn’t keep his hands off of his date. They were two hyperactive teenagers, it didn’t take rocket science to figure it out. They watched as Damian’s smirk grew. He hadn’t figured it out but he knew it would get Tim in trouble and that was enough for him. “They went down the hall and up the elevator.” Bruce gave a short nod and the two went off.

“Well, we tried.” Jason shrugged, and took a swing of his drink. He wasn’t going to deny that watching Tim get his ass kicked by a speedster wasn’t funny. “Should’ve choked the little bastard.” Dick sighed, the two could only wait.

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“Tim.” I let out a shaky breath, trying my hardest to keep quiet. “Stop before someone sees!" We were in a building full of people, at any moment someone could walk down the corridor. Tim chuckled against my neck, “You really want me to stop?” I bit my lip, he was right. I didn’t want him to stop. I was just worried about being caught. “The next presentation starts in 10 minutes.”

"Ten? I only need five."

At this point I threw all common sense out of the window. I took his hand and we were in his office in seconds. I had closed the door behind us. Tim smirked, “In my office? You little-” I interrupted him by kissing him. My hands moved from his hair and down to his suit. I quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt, and my hands moved to unbuckle his belt.

Without breaking the kiss i discarded his dress shirt on the floor. His hands moved to remove my clothing. We broke away for a moment to catch our breaths. He picked me up and moved us to the couch. His lips reconnected to mine once more. I straddled his waist and moved against him for friction. My hands moved back down to the waistband of his boxers. I pulled them down and ran my hands up and down his length.

He let out a groan. “Fuck.” He got rid of the rest of my clothes throwing them across his office. I didn’t waste time in scolding him. I lowered myself down onto his length. We both let out a sigh, all of our pent up frustrations released. Tim’s hands moved back to my waist. He lifted me and then slammed me back down onto himself. I bit my lip, trying to stay quiet. His lips moved down to my neck, leaving wet kisses before moving to whisper in my ear. “They’re all down stairs, I want to hear you.”

Tim loved hearing vocalization, he couldn’t get enough. He knew every part of my body. He knew exactly what to do to get what he wanted. He speed up, and hit just the right spot. I gave in. “Oh god.” We were both breathing heavily. Sounds of pleasure overtook the room. Our bodies moved against each other hungrily. Tim smirked as he moved back to my neck. He moved right to my sweet spot. “Fuck,Tim.”

I dug my nails into his shoulders, leaving small red lines, He pulled away from my neck, satisfied by his work. His lips moved back to mine and speed up again. I felt a growing knot in my stomach each time he moved in and out. Sensing I was close he sat up and took control. He thrusted up into me, over and over, and I grew louder each time. “Please, Tim.” I could feel his thrusts becoming more sloppy, he was close. My orgasm came soon after, my body gave out. I shook against him. He helped me ride out my high. He came and I felt his warmth spread in my core.

“Y/N are you okay-” The door burst open, in the heat of the moment I had forgotten to lock it. Luckily Tim reached for his shirt. He quickly used it to cover me. “I thought you were hurt or dear god.” Barry looked at the ceiling, trying to avert his gaze.

“TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE!” Bruce’s voice echoed off the walls. Surely the boys down stairs were snickering. “In your office of all places.” He rubbed his hand across his face. Neither of us knew what to say. “Get dressed. Now.” Bruce said sternly before slamming Tim’s office door.

We moved off of each other and tried to find our clothes. Of course Tim in desperation had scattered my clothes. I was kind enough to leave his nicely by the couch. We quickly got dressed and opened the door. Bruce crossed his arms over his chest. Barry glared at Tim.

“Hey dad.” I smiled nervously, he sighed deeply. “I don’t even know where to start. I’m so-”

“Did you finish uploading the files before you-” Bruce couldn’t finish the sentence, Tim pulled the hard drive out his pocket and handed it over. “Go.” He waved us off and I watched as he placed a hand on my father’s chest. I motioned for Tim to go, and I approached my father. Bruce looked between us and nodded.

“I’m sorry.” He nodded, a silence washed over us. Neither of us sure what to say. Finally, he broke the silence. “So, you really love him?” I looked back at Tim who was having his talk with Bruce. I smiled and nodded. “I really do.” It gave Barry comfort. He had seen the strength of the connection when he first met Tim a year ago. He knew that they were growing up, it was inevitable. After all, he was a teenager once. He knew what it was like to be deeply in love. For now, all he could do was try and forget this ever happened. Tim approached us. I looked back and forth between the two. For a long moment there was just silence. The two held eye contact. “I expect to see you during the holidays Timothy.” Tim nodded, “Of course sir.”

We went back down stairs. Damian snickered, and Tim shot a glare at his brothers. Dick and Jason pointed to their youngest brother. “If either of you breathe a word...” Tim trailed off, his threat looming. His older brothers nodded. “And you,” He turned to Damian. “I’ll end you.” I placed my hand on Tim’s chest. He backed away and stood up straight. “You know he-”

“Thank you for the drive, you helped save a lot of people.” And with that he was off. Tim breathed a sigh of relief, “I thought he was going to kill me.”

“I know. In time, let’s just get through this.” Tim sighed, “Fine.”

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It’s 3AM and I love you

Word count: 848

A/N: I can’t believe 3AM is over. I’ve had so much fun writing it. I really hope you enjoy this last bit. it’s been an emotional ride so I tried to end it on a fluffy note!

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It’s 3AM and I love you

I love the way you smell like lavender and clean skin. Taking deep breaths in of you calms me and makes my heart soar.

I love the way that your hand wraps around mine, like I’m the safest place in the world. You lay in my arms letting me hold you, cuddle you, and keep you safe.

My heart is full of you. Everything I wanted and even more.

You almost weren’t here with me. I didn’t even know that you were growing in your Mama’s belly until I woke up, hungover and found her curled in my arms. My hand had found its way under the shirt she was wearing and onto the warmth of her skin, and you.

I’d like to say that I reacted calmly and collected. That it was this joyous moment where our lives fell together but that’s not what had happened.

I had yelled and your mother had cried.

And not the tears she gets now but I fill out sobbing. The type of crying I’m supposed to take her in my arms for and protect her from. No, I caused her tears.

I was so mad.

I felt betrayed that she had gotten pregnant. How could she judge me so badly when she had gotten knocked up.

And then she screamed between sobs the words that changed it all.

“It’s yours Duff. It’s your baby.” And we stood there, me shaking with rage and anxiety and her sobbing these big deep sobs. A bed between us as the information was dropped on me like a cold bucket of water.

“What?”

There was silence in the room except for the sniffing and sobs she was trying to get under control. Her eyes finally landed on me, sad broken eyes that were so different from the ones that used to light up with laughter.

“I found out a month or so after I left. I didn’t know what to do so I went to a clinic to….” Her eyes went downcast and I knew what the next statement would be. She wiped at her eyes, the hurt in them as she swallowed, “But she was a part of you and it’s selfish that I couldn’t let you go but I needed her. I needed-.” She swallowed.

Me. She needed me.

And I need her.

So our love story was rocky and unexpected. The twists and turns were unexpected to us but we had you.

A baby girl. Our baby girl.

You. With your chubby cheeks and silly smiles. The big eyes like your mama. Hopefully you’d be a lot like your mama.

Her heart was big enough to love me after I broken it. And it made me love her even more fiercely.

“Duff?” Her soft voice, the padding of feet and there she was, baby girl. Your mama.

Even in her sleep deprived state, my shirt hanging around her and her hair a mess of bed head she was still the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Hello Mrs. McKagan.” The blush of her cheeks and she touched her face, walking over to me, laying a kiss on your sweet baby head before cuddling up beside me.

My wife.

Married three months after our little Angel was born. A small ceremony in the backyard of my parents house in Seattle. She wore this lace dress that she found in some thrift store and wore a crown of flowers. She was barefoot in the grass and the most beautiful person I had ever met.

And you were their cooing in my mothers arms until your mama gave me that look and grabbed you, holding you between us.

Because we loved you. And you were part of this.

“It’s 3am, put  her down and come to bed with me.” She whispered as I looked down. Sleeping softly, an image of peace and beauty.

So we laid her in the crib and I was guiding you back to bed.

Because it’s 3AM and the quiet night sounds better when the sound of her in my ears. Telling me how she loves me as her body does the same.

The feeling of her body under mine and on top of mine and all the places as we literally rolled in the sheets consuming each other like starving fiends.

Lips and teeth and words all mixed together in a potion of love. Me and here. Forever.

Our hands interlocking, the feeling of her wedding ring cold on my skin. Mine.

My wife. My love. My world.

My daughter's mother. The two girls who made my life like a summer's day, warm sun and splashing in the pool. Laughter and happiness. And the long days and warm nights.

With them I had everything. The whole world seemed to be in the palm of my hand.

Holding her in my arms, her hair in my fingers as I ease her to bed. Silence broke by small mews of a sleeping one year old.

It’s 3am and I love them. And they love me.

[spencers-renaissance]

a touch that never hurts

Summary: a rewrite of the Tobias Hankel aftermath, in which Spencer gets plenty of cuddles and physical affection from his father figure

Tags: aftermath of torture, hurt/comfort, platonic cuddling, whump, protective hotch, dad hotch, fluff, angst TW: brief mention of the non-con drug use that occurs in the Hankel arc, as well as the physical torture Spencer underwent

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner & Spencer Reid; Platonic

Word Count: 1.7k

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Happy bonus fic Thursday :) I wrote this because I noticed how gentle and kind Hotch always is to the victims he rescues, and I was in the mood for some good, mushy Dad Hotch fluff. Title from Charles Dickens' Hard Times: "Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts."

When Spencer Reid falls into Aaron Hotchner’s arms — his feet whipped and bleeding, his veins throbbing with dilaudid, his body bruised and aching — he decides that he never wants to let go.

He’s spent countless hours at the mercy of three different personalities, only one of them even close to resembling something kind, and all he could think while he was tied up in that chair was how much he ached to be held and comforted by the man he trusts most in this world.

So when Hotch saves him — and he does; he sent that message directly to him and it was heard loud and clear — he can’t help that he breaks down, that he cries into his shoulder in front of the entire rescue party, that he falls apart in the most painful way possible, until he’s not sure he can ever be put back together again. But when Hotch speaks soothingly into his ear, caressing his hair with the gentle touch of a father, he thinks that maybe he can be. Maybe he’ll somehow make it out of this in one piece.

He’s driven promptly to the hospital, of course. He’d anticipated an ambulance, but apparently it’s harder than you’d think to get an ambulance to a crime scene at 3am with absolutely no notice in deep, rural Georgia.

Derek drives, eyeing him anxiously in the rearview mirror, and Spencer sits glued to Hotch, refusing to be separated from him for even a second. He considers vaguely that he should probably be embarrassed of that fact, but he can’t find the energy. Not when Hotch is sitting just as closely; seemingly matching his need to be comforted with his own need to protect.

“It’s gonna be okay, Spencer,” Hotch murmurs, a little too quiet for Derek to hear over the noise of the car engine. “I promise.”

Spencer doesn’t say anything. He’s not entirely sure he believes him. Instead, he just burrows closer into Hotch and hides his face from the soft illumination of passing car lights and the sporadic street lights of rural Georgian roads.

He accepts the wheelchair Derek runs in to grab from the hospital because his feet are suddenly screaming in agony. When he’d had to stumble through the graveyard behind Tobias Hankel’s cabin, the adrenaline had prevented him from feeling the true extent of his injuries, but now, with the adrenaline seeping out of him like a river through a broken dam, he can feel every single fractured bone, bruised patch of skin, abused and broken tendon.

Panic immediately arises when he sits down in the chair, though. All of a sudden, he doesn’t have that connection he’s had to Hotch since he was rescued, and he’s almost instantly on the verge of hyperventilation until Hotch crouches down in front of him.

“Hey, Spence,” he says gently, patient and soothing in a way the team doesn’t often get to see. “I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. How about I hold your hand?”

Spencer nods, and Hotch smiles at him encouragingly before giving the nod for Derek to push the chair towards the Emergency entrance. Hotch’s hand clutches tightly at Spencer’s, and he squeezes his eyes closed against the panic, against the memories, against the fear of what’s to come, and focuses all his energy on the firm, unwavering connection he has to Hotch.

It makes the minutes that it takes them to cross the parking lot bearable, and he’s grateful for that much.

As soon as Hotch explains the situation to the ER doctor that greets them at the door, Spencer is rushed into an examination room.

“I’ll wait outside, Spence,” Derek promises. “I’ll be right here.”

Hotch doesn’t let go of his hand.

They examine his feet first, using a portable x-ray machine to find three broken bones overall. Spencer cries when he hears that. Knowing they’re broken doesn’t change how much they hurt or how scary the situation feels, but it is a tangible acknowledgement of the torture he’s just been put through, and he thinks that that’s probably enough to make most people cry.

“It’s alright, Spencer,” Hotch soothes him, laying his palm on his forehead and smoothing it over his hair gently, slowly. “I’m right here. The doctors are going to help you out.”

“The good news is that most of the fractures are fairly minor,” the doctor explains. “You’ll need a cast for your right foot since the damage to the metatarsal bones is much more significant, but most of the damage overall appears to be torn tendons and bruised muscles, which means plenty of rest and a simple brace or boot on the left foot should do the trick.”

She smiles encouragingly at him, but he barely reacts. He’s so tired. It feels like he’s not even in the room; the only tether to reality being the soothing hand in his hair and the occasional whispers of support.

They treat his feet before sending him off to a CT scanner to check that the rest of his injuries are minor enough to heal on their own, and rule out internal bleeding. Spencer cries the whole twenty two minutes, because this time Hotch can’t hold his hand. He’s stuck watching through the observation window, trying not to cry himself as he listens to Spencer’s sobs over the intercom.

Thankfully, he manages to stay still enough to ensure clear enough images of his body to confirm that rest and pain medication should take care of the rest of his injuries.

A specialist comes round to talk to him about withdrawal. He’s been moved to a room on the assessment ward, which is at least a little more comfortable than the bay in the Emergency Room, but it still feels foreign and frightening, and he’s had quite enough of that in the last few days, thank you very much. At least Derek’s been allowed to join them now. He feels safer with both of them as close to him as humanly possible.

“The good news,” the doctor starts — and God, Spencer wishes they would stop associating any of this with the word ‘good’ — “is that you haven’t taken enough doses to become truly dependent on the drug, which should make your withdrawal easier. I’m prescribing buprenorphine, clonidine, acetaminophen, and ondansetron, which when combined, should make your symptoms significantly more bearable. We do advise that you stay with somebody—”

“He’ll be staying with me,” Hotch interrupts firmly, both of his hands clasped warmly around Spencer’s as he eyes the doctor with an unwavering gaze.

“Well, that’s perfect, then,” the doctor says cheerily. It feels grossly misplaced. “You’ll need to prepare for the coming symptoms and ensure that he has no way to get his hands on more dilaudid.”

Spencer resents the doctor for saying that. He has no desire to inject more of that poison into his veins: it might have been a pleasant distraction when he was being whipped and beaten and forced to choose someone to die, but now that he’s back with his family, now that he’s safe, the last thing he wants is to keep reminding himself of that god-awful man in that god-awful cabin.

He doesn’t say anything, though. He just closes his eyes to try and smother the turbulent emotions threatening to show on his face.

“That won’t be a problem,” Hotch confirms.

They wait for an hour in relative silence, Spencer enjoying the solace of a safe, quiet room with the people he considers protectors both holding his hands and soothing him when panic threatens to overwhelm him, before the discharge doctor comes round. She checks him over one last time, before helping him into a wheelchair, handing him his medication, and wheeling him towards the entrance.

Derek goes ahead once they reach the airstrip where everybody’s been waiting to go home and herds them onto the jet first to give Spencer some privacy going up the stairs.

“Are you okay for me to carry you?” Hotch asks as he climbs out of the car first, speaking gently as he has done since he rescued him.

Spencer nods. Of course he is. It means he’s even closer to Hotch.

Hotch carries him the short distance between the parked jeep and the jet before ascending the stairs as carefully as possible, making sure Spencer’s feet don’t so much as brush the railing. He sets him down on the sofa, but Spencer clings to his hand, looking at him desperately as he tries to get him to understand what he needs. Thankfully, he’s obvious enough that Hotch simply smiles and sits down on the sofa with him.

They get settled in a horizontal position, Spencer resting his head on Hotch’s chest as he revels in the feeling of safety that having both of his arms wrapped around him provides. A gentle hand finds its way to Spencer’s hair again, and he closes his eyes against the relaxing feeling, exhaustion finally catching up to him.

He vaguely hears some quiet laughter in the background, and he’s been with the team long enough to predict the raised eyebrows and teasing expressions on their faces.

“You’ve gone soft,” Derek accuses warmly, making sure to keep his voice down, and the others chuckle in agreement.

“Wait until Penelope hears about this,” JJ teases quietly.

Hotch laughs, and Spencer feels the pleasant vibrations against his cheek. It makes him feel even warmer inside than he did before. “You wouldn’t dare.” Spencer imagines the smile on his face and burrows closer to him.

“It’s a good thing, Hotch,” Emily chimes in, her voice bright and easy. Spencer really likes her. “It’s nice to see this side of you.”

“Well, you’d better savour the moment because it won’t happen again.”

He must feel Spencer’s panicked tensing, the way his muscles go rigid and his breath hitches, because he rushes to add, “unless Spencer needs it of course.” His hands resume their gentle caresses of his back.

“I’d do anything if Spencer needed it,” he murmurs, and the team might hear, but the words aren’t for them.

Spencer hears them loud and clear, and somehow — when he thought only hours ago that he might never be put back together — he falls asleep feeling calm and safe, with a small, hopeful little smile on his face.

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Original Cursed Thoughts

Ok wait, I’m having so many thoughts….SO MANY that I’m actually posting on here, on my utterly blank page, live, for the first time EVER. So Hi! (I’m scared!)

These are just my own thoughts as someone who has taken a few days to fully absorb this whole situation (I always need a little time to get the thoughts in order).  Also despite living here for a while, I have no idea how this site actually works, so bear with me.

Stay with me. *rambles incoherently for a few pages*

\\what if\\...what if this whole fucking thing was part of the Jackles (and Daneel) long con? WHAT IF. *This* was, in fact, the plan.  I mean I fully understand that not everything here could have been planned to go off the way it did, but there’s a part of me that’s like, huh, this is so something I would do...

Ok, let’s throw some spec in here for fun. Let’s assume that the J2 fallout has been slowly happening for years (I think we have enough receipts for that).  Jen has put up with J*red’s nonsense for years, he loves the boy, that’s his brother, and one of his closest friends, the one that knows him soooo well, who knows him soooo well...but, there’s a limit. THERE IS ALWAYS A LIMIT (and those of us who are…like me [read:JensenCoded]; the limit is where we just snap.  It’s not necessarily loud, or violent, but it’s a “cool, thanks, I’m done, now” and it’s immediate and almost always final). Ok, so let’s run with the spec that Jen is just sort of *done* with JPad. He KNOWS this boy’s penchant for effing losing his mind about stupid sh*t on social media – PUBLICLY and without forethought to the consequences. This is TYPICAL/KOWN behavioural patterning.

Moving on.

Jenneel named their company….CHAOS MACHINE. This is not an accident  - They f*cking changed it at the final hour (like who even does that?!...yeah, that’s what I thought). Especially! if we consider the from>>to on that one….way too much to unpack there, and others have, I think, already done a pretty good job on the spec there.  

So they have an idea. They have MANY ideas.  But they have a great starting point….how do they launch it? This is so calculated. ugh, this whole thing is calculated. And dare I say it? Perfection.

It’s the end of June. #happypride (parallel     here – go nuts, I’ll wait. Pick as many as you’d like – but Jensen “Dean     has no taste, clearly” Ackles did not do this by accident)

They     announce a story that will INCENSE the fandom - #John Winchester’s A+     Parenting …. #Jary – seriously…They KNOW. They know what the fandom thinks     – “that’s your problem [fandom], you have no faith….” [come and warm yourself by the fire with me]. 

They     do not tell J* (do we need commentary here? I don’t think so, this has     been run over with a bulldozer)

Fandom     initially loses their minds over the material [#TRENDING]

J*pad     predictably loses his mind publicly

Fandom     loses their collective minds AGAIN #J2 FALLOUT [#TRENDING]

(Misha     – hit the reset button!!) – #boom Bathtub “Misha #Chaos Collins” does not     have that nickname for no reason….#goodboy (aside: 4lw I love you)

Jensen     – (*lemme just quote this fascinating article talking about how much/why     the fandom hates JW…) #CANON, I GOT YOU. [#TRENDING]

(Misha     – send the sauce babe) - #TEXT! refer to #7 for further information.

Jensen     “I’ve been more active in the last 3 days than I’ve been in forEVER on SM”…having     fun at the links with Karl talking about “staying out of the weeds”, at a     party, and screaming into a mirror (half naked at 3am, “just trying to     cope”)….[#TRENDING] (hot damn boy, that  photo was… #help) – “Subtext is really     getting its day in the sun”….

 What did ALL OF THIS DO PERFECTLY??? CHAOS. Absolute f*cking Chaos. What’s the name of their company? This is Chaos Machine, and I think it was executed PERFECTLY.

And how many birds has he Effing shot out of the sky with this week long party?

J2     fallout confirmed and out in the open (we knew it already, of course to     some extent), but now it’s out there, in public, and of course they will     be professional at Cons – they have contracts. I have no concerns about them being normal at Cons. (although     what I wouldn’t give for more cockles content….I’ll manifest that over here     in my little corner of the world)

Hey     while we’re at it let’s, by doing the above, let’s shoot some W*ncesties     out of the sky, and just get them off the board. *because*

Launch     their company in the most chaotic way possible, hence absolutely annihilating     the chance that anything they do in the future won’t catch media     attention

Lost     the trust of the fandom (you never lost me baby, I swear), and then     proceeded to get the part that mattered back within 24 hours! (the POWER     this man has!)

Trended     this thing like a KING. For DAYS!

Guaranteed     that there is not a person in the SPN planet/universe who does NOT know     about this.

 God, this is gonna be fun. I, for one, cannot wait to see what comes next.

In conclusion, just my thoughts. I think this has been a mostly calculated move from the start (with the occasional wild card).  

Honestly, I wouldn’t want it any other way. There is a reason I will live and die in this dumpster…#chaos