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floradewdrop · 10 months ago

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personal - dec 30, 23

i’ve legit stopped reaching out to anyone bc i have to schedule time two weeks or a month in advance

this isn’t to say they’re shit or doing a bad job, like fuck that they’re great friends, it’s not their fault. i just need to make that clear before i proceed for myself _ it’s just capitalism and what it takes from us. if you read this u know who u r, i promise i love u and it’s not about you or anything. i’m just pissed at y’all having to be slaves to working until you die.

but unfortunately with my mental illnesses, my isolation and insecurity has be believing , i truly don’t feel anyone wants to drop things for me anymore, and that sounds so selfish and petty and i suppose it is. but then when i think about how much i want to reach out and just ask for physical support it has to be scheduled. emotional support can only go so far and it’s starting to suck more and more that i’ve literally just stopped looking at my phone bc it makes me so sad that id really love a supportive community to be there for me but it isn’t like i need, and im so selfish for saying that i hate it. i hate that i doubt this delusional shit in my head i just wish my brain could be like,,, chill about something suddenly happening without thinking the world is going to end, what im going to do, how do i reshape my life around this

but then my therapists tell me it’s natural to want that and to be desperate for it when i’m lonely like this, to validate the suffering because it’s real and happening even if it’s to none of my friends’ direct fault,

but then i also don’t have family to lean on.

my reach of contact is one of my therapists and it helps a lil bit it’s just a text and nothing personal like a friend can say or offer, so i ask friends for good vibes, but i feel so crap about myself i think they think im such a nuisance bc i need to much support and that i ask too much of them

i got ghosted this past week asking for physical support after they offered it and i got ghosted - it was a communication error that they didn’t get my text (even though it says delivered) and they were the last friend i though could offer some physical support bc they live closer , even tho it was a miscommunication it still sucks to be waiting around on my phone all day waiting for them to keep their word and didn’t

i’m really glad my therapists are upping my care this coming year, because i’m unfortunately too incapable / disabled to lead a capitalist life. you’d think it would be super cool but when i can’t even get two days in a row to be consistent enough over a decade now but it’s actually fucking not - to live disabled is to live in constant pain and just fucking doubt in myself of ever leading a life that isn’t servitude to my parents or gvnt for money, but that struggle isn’t too different from the average american anyways, disability or not, it’s just shit here.

i can’t believe it’s been a fucking decade and i’m still living day to day mentally and have lost more “friends” in my life than have gained in support and im still crippled by the tiniest infractions in my day.

fucking everything i’m diagnosed with, just fuck them all. i know capitalism sucks, but i don’t think some ppl realize how desperately i wish i could at least get my own job to pay my own life’s way, but i cant. (maybe one day? but a long time from now)

i can’t believe i’m in my 30s and having to have my therapists talk privately to my parents on what’s going on and their future plan for me (to which i’m expecting a catastrophic response tbqh)

i am glad i’m not at a point in my life where SH or sui*de are not part of my daily rotation, so i know growth has been made, so it’s a weird feeling to know i’ll survive but also sucks that i’ll survive bc life is hard. apart from social neglect and isolation those are things that can be remedied, i think over time,

BUT BOY DOES IT FUCKING SUCK IN THE MOMENT LIKE THIS MOMENT JFC IT SUCKS I WANNA SUCK JOY OUT OF EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING AND I WANNA SCREAM AND CRY

it’s honestly stemmed from my family’s decision to not give a fuck about me around my bday this past year, and just cascaded into everything else while they continued to compact more stress and, unfortunately, burned my bridge completely for them this year and for the foreseeable future. to have the best xmas i’ve ever had last year full of support and wonder, to this year full rejection of who i am (which is why i spent xmas alone )

but i truly wish i was invited out to things and holidays to be included, but can’t be a burden bc how dare i think anyone should include me, so i decline because im not worthy.

my therapists say if things get the green from my parents come next month then things will be changing in my care and i so hope and wish for that to happen. they’ve been every stumbling block so i’m not hoping too highly unu

i watched a small like q&a with some furries (i know how it sounds) but honestly im not into a full suit but i’ve always loved fox ears and tail, thanks to gaia, and their community seems so welcoming and supportive. i don’t know anything about that world except most media and a few good words here and there but after this vid i watched im gonna do more research. i know this sounds harsh, but bc of the internet i didn’t really know that its not as sexual as the internet makes it, they just like to have fun and dress up and escape , like dnd. honestly the first time in months ive felt excited about maybe joining a new community, and although i feel cringe for the fandom, educating myself was important to get the misinformation out of the way for me to be like “oh, yeah i just think it’s cute! im not attracted to any furries or animals, but i think its fun and cute to play and cosplay!” always have, so i guess its me getting over my embarrassment of it idk - ppl just really wanna have fun and be silly and make others happy, even if its a costume like an animal. its creative af tbh,

all that to say i’m lonely now and it hurts so bad right now. i don’t even want a SO lmfao, i’m far from wanting anything like that, but just more friends who have more time. i honestly don’t even think it’s possible in america bc of our work grind culture, but i have to hope that over time maybe it gets easier on everyone idk

i’m just hoping and wanting friends and social interaction a lot and my disabilities are such a catalyst for it

jffiekgirorogorofogk it’s 3AM shit post man i haven’t shit post or blog posted on here in years like this , feels good. feels right. all my dirty laundry on the most worst trusted social media platform that somehow never sinks. LMFAO

wow i’m really fucking autistic LMFAO just thinking about how much this also reflects poorly on my routine habits and trying to gain stability in that, when it doesn’t happen my day is just gone and i’m in a brain fog of not understanding and trying to figure out social queues and if i did something wrong

okay, i feel a bit better. good vent session meggie LOL okay time to try to sleep and wind down i hope - even though im amped on ptsd dreams and avoiding sleep to not wake up 3 times having to change sweaty clothes

tomorrow,,, i buy something nice for myself. maybe a crystal.

#depressed shit #late night personal junk #huge emotional dump for me #it’s cathartic honestly #no one has to read but me so keep scrolling if ya want my good besties

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negandarylsatisfaction · 4 years ago

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[SUMMARY: Avayah is harassed by an ex until Negan, who is her friend decides to help her by pretending to be in a relationship with her only to unexpectedly fall in love.]

Negan and Avayah PART ONE.

It was a typical Saturday night out with your bestfriend Linda. The two of you would always go to the same bar and hang out with familiar faces, Negan being one of them. The two of you weren’t exactly close but you got along with him and his charismatic personality. Sitting at the table having a few beers, Negan bought along some shots as he always did.

“Oh crap, he’s here again tonight.” Linda suddenly whispered, Negan noticed your expression change and arched a brow.

“Who’s here?”

“Nobody.” You sighed before taking the shot.

“It’s Avayahs ex boyfriend.”

“Linda-“

“What? It’s good somebody else knows besides me, God forbid anything happens.” She insisted in her defense.

“What do you mean if anything happens?” Negan asked as you looked down at the table, you almost seemed afraid to move, afraid to make eye contact with your ex.

“That asshole James has basically been stalking her since she left him two months ago.”

“Ok can we stop talking about this.” Negan noticed you getting nervous as you took a quick chug from your beer.

“He’s still looking at you.” Linda whispered.

“Well let’s give him something to look at.” Negan suddenly grabbed you pulling you to the dance floor making you gasp.

“No what are you doing?” You whispered as Negan put your arms around him and began moving side to side to the steady music.

“Just go along with it, he sees you with someone tonight he might just leave you alone.”

“Or he‘ll just get more pissed.” You whispered, Negan could see the fear in your eyes.

“Relax, you trust me don’t you? You think I’ll let him do something to you? You known me long enough to know I don’t play that shit.” You took a deep breath not sure of what to say in return.

“Just look at me.” He insisted making you finally look up.

“Oh my God I think I see him coming this way.” You noticed with the corner of your eye, panic beginning to take over.

“Relax. Just let me talk.”

“Just....just be nice.” You whispered worrying at how James would react. You knew Negan had a stronger character, he didn’t take shit from anyone.

“Im always nice.” Negan winked at you before twirling you around, he pulled you back into him when you felt James right beside you.

“Hi Avayah, I’m sure your friend here wouldn’t mind me borrowing you for a dance.”

“Actually I would.” Negan responded rather quickly yet calmly.

“She’s here with me and I’m not really a fan of sharing what’s mine. But I’m sure you understand that.” Negan grinned at him leaving him silent.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to finish my dance with this lovely lady. Have a nice night.” Negan turned you around, pushing you away from James. Your heart was racing hoping he wouldn’t say anything else, you knew Negan wouldn’t stay quiet.

“See, told you I can play nice.” Negan smirked looking down at you.

“Thanks.” You whispered.

“I think I’m gonna get going after this.” You spoke softly looking up at him.

“Ok, I’ll walk you out with Linda.” You nodded as the song finished and you both walked back to the table. Linda was wasted sitting with a guy you already knew she would be going home with.

“Ready to go?” She smiled as the man kissed her neck.

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” The four of you walked out together, Linda already agreed to walk you home with the guy she was with. As you stood outside thanking Negan he noticed James come out of the bar. Squinting his eyes he watched how he looked at you from afar.

“Maybe it’s better I drive you home.” He spoke discreetly looking down at you.

“It’s fine, Linda lives close to me.”

“No, Avayah listen to me.” He spoke with his eyes and you understood.

“I can give your friends a ride too if they want-“

“No we’re good. We’ll walk, I trust you to get her home safe.” Linda spoke trying not to slur her words. Without looking back Negan led you to his truck.

Once you arrived Negan insisted to walk you up to your apartment door.

“I appreciate you taking your time to bring me all the way home.” You spoke quietly as you walked out of the elevator with him.

“It’s fine, there’s nothing more that I hate than when someone just doesn’t get the message.”

“Tell me about it.” You laughed softly in response before stopping in front of your door.

“Seriously though, thank you.” Smiling looking up at him you were suddenly startled by your phone ringing.

“Shit.” You whispered making Negan frown.

“What is it?”

“It’s him, he’s calling me now.”

“Maybe I should stay for a bit.”

You pressed your lips together nervously not wanting to deny his offer but still feeling to embarrassed to take it.

“It’s fine, he never usually calls. I’m sure he’ll leave it alone.”

“Unless he doesn’t.” Negan responded bluntly.

“Just let me stay with you, Avayah. I know men like this.”

“Ok. Fine.” You quietly gave in and led him inside your apartment.

“You really don’t have to do this Negan. I’m fine here. I’m not trying to keep you from anything.” You explained as you took off your jacket.

“You’re not. I’ll leave in a bit I just want to make sure the asshole doesn’t show up. Don’t worry I’ll get out of your hair, princess.” He spoke playfully making you shake your head with a smile.

“It’s not a bother at all. I appreciate it. I don’t have anyone else.” You admitted as you motioned for him to sit and quietly sat beside him.

“Well you have me, Avayah. We’ve been friends long enough,” he spoke with sincerity. It was true, although the two of you only saw each other on Saturday nights, he still became someone you trusted to drink with.

“What’s up with this prick anyways? I always wondered why you never bought him with you to the bar.” Your expression instantly changing at his question.

“Unless you don’t wanna talk about it.” He put his arm behind you, resting it on the couch.

“It’s fine.” You sighed as you pushed a lock of hair behind your ear.

“James and I were together on and off for three years. At first it wasn’t so bad, but then he became controlling. I lost my job because of him, that’s why I started this new one I told you about. I moved from the other side of town trying to avoid him. I don’t want to think about it like he’s starting again, I’m sure he’ll leave me alone after tonight.” Negan saw the doubt in your eyes before you looked away.

“Has he seen you with anyone else before?” He asked curiously.

“No. I haven’t been with anyone else.”

“Sounds like we should make him think you are.”

“What do you mean?” You responded with a puzzled expression.

“Us. We act like we’re together, going steady at least when we go to the bar and I’m sure he will eventually leave you alone.”

“You wanna act like we’re together?” You asked not expecting his idea.

“Yeah, you have a problem pretending to be my woman?” You could hear the tease in his voice the way he asked you but you quietly shook your head.

“Just for a bit.” You yawned as you leaned your head back. Negan smiled watching your eyes slowly close, he himself feeling exhausted leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

The next morning you woke up to a loud alarm startling you awake.

“Woah-“ you whispered half asleep, opening your eyes you noticed Negan beside you, his arm around you.

“Oh crap..” you whispered when he suddenly opened his eyes.

“Fuck- what time is it?” Negan looked down at his watch shutting off the alarm.

“Shit. I gotta get to the shop.” He quickly stood up rubbing his face.

“Must’ve accidentally fell asleep, sorry.” You stood up.

“Not your fault, but I better get going.” You walked him towards the door before he stopped and turned to you.

“I’ll call you when I come out, you know...just to make sure everything is fine.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You smiled, he leaned in to kiss your cheek, his hand on your waist.

“I’ll see you, call me if anything.” He opened the door to find Linda on the other side.

“Well hello there!” Linda spoke with a big grin at the sight of Negan coming out of your apartment.

“I’ll see you two around. Take care.” He chuckled walking off before Linda quickly walked in.

“Oh my God, you totally slept with Negan.”

“No, Linda. He just made sure I got home safe and ended up staying for a bit-“

“Oh I’m sure he stayed, stayed to screw you.”

“We didn’t have sex.” You insisted as you walked to the kitchen.

“We just accidentally fell asleep on the couch and he has this idea-“

“What to fuck you?” Linda began to laugh making you scowl at her.

“No Linda, he thinks we should act like a couple at least until James backs off.”

“Ohhhhh, Negan wants to act like your man. Shit, I wouldn’t mind that. He’s fine.”

“Focus Linda, he’s just a friend helping me out.” Linda responded with a sarcastic look but you didn’t pay attention to it. In your eyes Negan really was just a friend doing you a favor.

Throughout the week Negan called and checked on you to make sure that you were doing fine. Thankfully, there was no sight of James that you could see, little did you know you were being watched.

Saturday night came around and as usual you all showed up at the bar. Negan sat beside you having a beer while Linda danced away with the usual guy she’d meet up with.

“What if he shows up again tonight?” You whispered looking over at Negan.

“Well you’re my girl now right? Don’t worry about it.” He winked at you. You smiled looking over at him, there shouldn’t be anything for you to worry about with James knowing how Negan was. Everyone knew Negan at the bar as the one guy nobody wanted to start anything with, everyone respected him. He left you alone as long as you didn’t fuck with him.

“I’m gonna go get us more beers.” Negan stood up as you sat by yourself feeling more positive about the situation singing along to the song that played, until James walked in.

“Crap.” You whispered to yourself with a sigh, looking over at the bar Negan was nowhere to be found, you panicked noticing James coming your way. Just as you stood up James showed up right before you.

“Avayah-“ He looked you up and down in a creepy manner.

“Where you heading off too?” He stepped closer to you making you step back when Negan noticed James with you and rushed back.

“Got our beers, baby.” Negan reached between the both of you placing the beers on the table. You breathed in relief at his return.

“Can I help you?” Negan turned to James looking at him directly in the eyes.

“Just talking to an old friend.” He responded with a slick expression. Negan put his arm around your waist and pulled you close not taking his eyes off of James, he felt you shaking.

“What’s wrong, Avayah...you don’t look too good?” James could sense your nerves and you hated it, this is what he would use to manipulate you.

“Hey-“ Negan turned to look down at you giving you a squeeze.

“You alright? Look at me.”

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You pushed away from Negan and ran to the bathroom leaving James with a smirk on his face.

“Her nerves always have done that to her.” He spoke with just enough attitude to make Negan scowl at him.

“Why don’t you get the hell out of here before I drag you out myself.”

“Oh. Threatening me now?” James spoke in a cocky manner making Negans fist ball up tightly at his sides.

“Where’s Ava?” Linda ran towards the table noticing what was going on.

“She went to the bathroom, go check on her.” Negan responded, his eyes never leaving James.

“You can’t make me leave, she can leave if she wants too, hell she probably will with how nervous I make her.” James laughed before walking away. Negan didn’t want to let him get his way. Immediately he rushed to find you coming out of the bathroom with Linda.

“I wanna go home.” Anxiety taking over you, running away is all you wanted to do. It was what you were used to doing.

“No, we’re not letting that asshole win.” Negan spoke with an intense look.

“Negan, Avayah doesn’t want him approaching her again. Let’s just get her home.”

“He won’t approach her, trust me. Just follow my lead.” Negan took your hand as you anxiously walked back with him to your table. He sat down and unexpectedly pulled you onto his lap making Linda widen her eyes.

“Negan-“ you whispered nervously.

“Relax. You trust me don’t you?” He spoke softly to you before calling for the bartender.

“Let me get four shots, tequila. We’re celebrating something special over here!”

“Negan!” You whispered as he looked at you with a grin.

“What? You know I’m a man of many surprises.” He spoke low before the bartender arrived with the drinks. Linda and the man she was with each taking one, Negan cheered as you all took the shot.

“That reminds me-“ Negan reached in his pocket taking out fifty cents.

“Go play that song you always like to hear, baby.” You stared at him in shock, you couldn’t believe he was going this far just to get back at James. More than anything you never realized Negan always payed attention to you playing a specific song every Saturday night. With excitement you smiled and went to play the song you liked. Negan followed behind, grabbed you and began to dance with you. Another shot the two of you took in the middle of the dance making you begin to get the giggles.

“Did I tell you how damn gorgeous you look tonight?” Negans compliment caught you off guard. Well, the man had always given you compliments since he first met you, but being this close to him, with that twinkle in his eyes made you feel butterflies.

“Thank you.” You smiled sweetly.

“Negan...why are you doing this?” The look on his face changed as he looked down at you.

“I saw my mother as a kid trying to get away from some asshole. It was tough, she didn’t have anyone to help her. I remember hearing her cry a lot at night, she thought I was asleep. It left a bad taste in my mouth. You’re a good woman, I just can’t stand a prick that makes someone so good feel so fucking bad.” For the first time since you met Negan, you saw apart of him he never showed.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“It was long ago....I don’t like to talk about that shit. I just promised myself when I got older I wouldn’t let any prick make a woman feel that way again. Afraid and helpless.” He knew that was exactly what you felt, feeling ashamed you looked down.

“Hey..-“ he lifted your face back up to him.

“It’s ok to feel that way but I’m right here.” You smiled at his words.

“Now....have you been having fun?” He whispered in your ear as he swayed side to side with you.

“So much fun, I almost forgot James was even here.” You laughed.

“Good, I don’t like that prick thinking he had any control over you. Show him you now belong to someone else.”

“Oh I belong to someone else?” You laughed looking up at Negan, his eyes glimmered and his expression turned serious.

“Maybe you do.” He whispered holding you close. The two of you were no longer moving to the music, simply staring into each other’s eyes.

“Oh my God, what is he doing?” Linda whispered to herself as she watched Negan lean in and slowly take your lips with his. Placing your hands on his chest, hesitantly you kissed him back. Slowly warming up to what was happening you swirled your tongue around his, brushing your hands up his chest and wrapping them around his neck. You didn’t expect him to kiss you but you didn’t mind that he did. Gently he pulled his lips away leaning his head on yours, Negan himself didn’t expect what he did.

“Shit.” He whispered with his eyes closed, he couldn’t help in wanting more.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered before he took your hand and led you back to the table. Not knowing what to say you remained silent following his lead. Negan went to grab another drink as you sat down speechless beside your friend.

“Did he just fucking kiss you?” Linda whispered excitedly beside you.

“Yes I-I..”

“Was that apart of this whole plan or-“

“No! No we never spoke of it.” You responded in still quite a bit of shock before he returned and sat beside you. Looking up you noticed James angrily staring at you, the look almost made you chuckle.

“Let’s go dance one more song before we go.” Linda suggested before she pulled you up back to the dance floor. Truthfully she just wanted to pull you away to talk more about that kiss.

“So what did he say after he kissed you?” She whispered as you both danced.

“He apologized.”

“Apologized?! For what? You could tell he wanted to kiss you for a while, shit if only you would be able to see how he’s looking at you right now.” Linda laughed as you struggled not to look back. You laughed along with her enjoying the song as you twirled each other around. Negan kept an eye on James as you danced making sure he wouldn’t disturb you yet every time he looked back at you he would get distracted again. Clearing his throat as he noticed you were making your way back, you unexpectedly took it upon yourself to sit on his lap.

“Maybe that’s not such a good idea, sweetheart.” Negan whispered when you suddenly felt his erection. Your lips parted looking down at him, the longer you stayed on him, the harder he got. He tried to be discreet you saw it in his eyes.

“Avayah...please.” He whispered as you felt him squeeze your waist. He didn’t want you to get off him, but he also knew you only were making it harder for him to resist you.

“Are we gonna get going guys or what?” Linda asked as she stood up. Negan coughed uncomfortably as you adjusted yourself on him turning to Linda.

“Yeah, you guys can start going. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Alright, get home safe guys.”

Turning back to Negan you noticed him breathing hard.

“Do you wanna go?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Negan agreed. Adjusting his pants as he stood up he followed behind you, the two of you passing by James, Negan pulled you close to him.

The drive home was silent, all you did was replay the kiss in your head, you wondered why he stopped. Negan kept his eyes on the road thinking about what happened. He liked spending time with you, hell he was realizing he was beginning to really like you. He didn’t know how to deal with that as Negan wasn’t really a relationship type of man. Negan felt he didn’t do good with them and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, he thought you were too good for him.

Walking you to your door, you stopped and turned to him to finally speak.

“So do you want to come inside?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t, doll.” You frowned not expecting his response.

“Why not? I thought we had a good time tonight-“

“I had the best time I’ve had in a long time.” He cut you off softly.

“So come inside.”

“I can’t, Avayah. Our agreement was only at the bar to do this.” You arched a brow not liking his response.

“You kissed me tonight. Or was that a joke to you?”

“No it wasn’t, I know I kissed you. I shouldn’t have but I did.” He looked down knowing you would get upset.

“What do you mean you shouldn’t have? I didn’t mind it, Negan...I liked it.” You insisted.

“Trust me, so did I but I’m trouble, sweetheart..and you don’t need that.”

“Look if you don’t want to do this anymore, just say it. I don’t need you to help me with anything else. Have a good night.” Without letting him say another word you walked into your apartment and slammed the door shut. Negan didn’t want to stop helping you, hell he didn’t even want to stop spending time with you.

“Avayah, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” You heard him yell from the other side of the door but you didn’t respond, you felt stupid, you felt embarrassed. He cursed at himself leaving your building not liking how he ended a great night with you.

Two weeks went by with Negan texting you and calling you, you wouldn’t respond as you felt there was nothing more to say. Saturday nights he would go to the bar but you weren’t showing up until finally Linda dragged you out.

That Saturday you sat at the usual table you and Linda would always have drinks at. James wasn’t in sight and neither was Negan the way you secretly hoped he would be.

“You know Negans asked me about you a couple times already.” Linda spoke loudly over the music, her words making you roll your eyes.

“Doesn’t matter, he doesn’t seem to know what he wants after he initiated everything. I don’t have time for that.” You responded taking a sip of your drink.

“Anyways, I’m going to go use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Fixing up the straps to your blue top, you sighed wishing Negan would see you like this. Shaking off the thought you stepped out of the bathroom when you suddenly bumped into James.

“Hi baby, I’ve missed you.” His words making you take a step back but there was nowhere to go.

“James, please-“

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had the privilege to have a private conversation with you.” He smiled in a manner that made your skin crawl before he looked around you.

“Aw, no boyfriend tonight?” A dark echo of laughter escaping his lips.

“Does that mean you’re here alone?” He grinned making your heart begin to race.

“I’m not alone.” He could hear the fear in your voice.

“Oh you’re not? Seems like you are to me.” James raised his brows humorously not realizing Negan had stepped into the bar. The first person he noticed was Linda and walked over to her.

“Is Avayah here with you?” He asked looking down at Linda who pointed towards the bathroom. Once he looked up he instantly noticed James with you.

“Son of a bitch.” He muttered under his breath before charging your way.

James stepped closer to you making you nervous. You debated on going back inside the bathroom just to get away from him, until you heard an all too familiar voice.

“Sorry I’m late, baby.” Negan pushed passed James and pulled you against him, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. Never had you been so relieved to see him. You were surprised he continued this act like nothing had happened but you appreciated he was there.

“Everything alright here?” Negan turned to James with a threatening glare.

“I just was offering Avayah here a drink.”

“She’s good.” Negan responded bluntly.

“Right baby?” He looked over at you as you nodded in silence.

“Come on, let’s go back with Linda.” Negan once again kissed you on your cheek making your heart jump. The two of you walking away you discreetly pulled away from Negan. As thankful as you were for him, you remembered what had happened before.

“You don’t need to do this.” You whispered as you walked back to the table.

“Oh but I want to.” Negan pulled you back against him before looking back at James.

“Oh what a surprise.” Linda smiled as the two of you returned to the table together.

“I think I should go home.”

“Already?” Linda asked surprised.

“I’m just not feeling too good now.” You lied.

“Well then I’ll drive you home now.” Negan turned to you making you shake your head.

“No it’s fine, I don’t need a ride.”

“I’m not taking no for answer, sweetheart. I’m dropping you off.”

Negan was silent as he drove you home for most of the ride. It was awkward for you, you sat quietly looking out the passenger window.

“What was he saying to you?” Negan broke the silence making you look at him, his eyes never leaving the road.

“He told me he missed me.” He frowned as he continued to drive.

“He asked me where my boyfriend was and that he was glad I was finally alone.”

“You’re never alone.” Negan suddenly turned to you with a serious look before turning back to the road.

Once you both arrived in front of your apartment you thanked him for the ride. He stood staring at you for a moment as you pressed your lips together with not much to say.

“Not inviting me in tonight huh?” He asked with half a smile.

“For what?”

“To talk.” You raised your brows and sighed in response.

“What’s there to speak about Negan?”

“You and I.”

“There’s no you and I.”

“You sure about that?” Negan responded confidently as he took a step forward.

“Negan-“

“Look, I didn’t mean what I said the other night. Just give me a chance to talk.” You sighed knowing you would give in.

“Fine.”

Negan walked in behind you as you kicked off your heels.

“I’m gonna go change quickly, just make yourself comfortable.” You motioned to your couch before stepping into your bedroom.

When you finally came out, Negan had his back turned to you looking at a photo you had hanging on the wall.

“Well, what do you want to talk about?” Your voice made Negan turn to you, his eyes instantly falling on the silk robe you had covering your body.

“Now how the hell-“ he walked towards you as he spoke, “do you expect me to remember what I had to say with you coming out like that?”

“Negan, you can’t even see anything.” You pouted your lips covering yourself up more and crossing your arms.

“You obviously don’t know I’m a man with a very...very vivid imagination.” He looked down at you with an alluring look in his eyes when the bell suddenly rang making you jump.

“It’s after midnight, who the hell is that?” Negan asked as you quietly ran to the door and looked through the peep hole. You gasped covering your lips taking a step back, Negans entire demeanor changed.

“It’s him,” you whispered.

PART 2 tomorrow!

#jeffrey dean morgan #the walking dead negan #negan twd #negan fan fiction #negan fanfic #Negan x you #Negan #Negan x reader #negan x oc #the walking dead fanfiction #here’s negan

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master-of-fluff · 2 years ago

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Howdy, I just noticed you had original stories of your in your pinned post and if you want an excuse to rant about them here it is lol

Dead End sounds interesting from the title but whatever you want tbh ^^

Rjjehehaahsh! Oh gosh its been awhile since iv talked about my of my og stories.

So Dead End is about a Grim Reaper named Eli and a man named Owen.

Eli was once human and was born in the 1800's, he wanted to become a sailor because he loved the oceans and boats, but his parents tho wanted him to be a baller as they made more money.

When Eli was 14 or 15 he decided he would sneak out to the docks and ended up drowing

the former Grim Reaper of america decided to make Eli his apprentice and eventual replacement and began teaching him. (Which isnt exactly how grim reapers are supposed to be chosen so he gets a lot of crap from some of the Grim Reapers from other continents and Eli also struggles with his duties as a grim reaper)

Skip to our current year and we have Owen who is just your average college kid.

Until he someone flies through his aoartment door and bumps into him.

Eli who is how the current grim reaper as his 'teacher' had retired about a year ago was not doing ok, overwhelmed and feeling like he's failing his job he accidentally went into the wrong apartment.

And is shocked that not only can Owen see him but also touch him as living thing aren't supposed to see him unless he wants them too/are dying and Owen isn't on his list and he definitely shouldn't be able to touch him.

So Eli refuses to leave (aside from when he has to do his job) until he figures out why this is and now poor Owen has to deal with him.

and since Eli hasnt really been paying attention to humanity (aka hating how much the world has changed since he's died at refusing to learn about it) until now so Owen has to answer a bunch of questions

"Whatre you doing?"

"Making a mug cake"

"Whats a mug cake?"

"Why dont you water the ither plant?"

"That ones fake"

"...fake?" The questions never end.

Poor Owen has like no idea how to deal with this, He's was just a normal guy with a normal life, and now he thinks hes suddenly going crazy :(

After excepting this is happening, he ends up teaching Eli about everything on earth

anyways they end up falling in love and stuff but im not really sure if I want Owen to grow old and die and Eli be alone again, for Owen to become a Grin reaper of a different continent, or since Eli wasn't exactly supposed to be a grim reaper in the first place Owen decided to take it up with the higher ups and get Eli a second chance at life as compensation for the teachers screw up.

Other things:

Eli still loves ships and the ocean but is scared of water

Grim reapers still have to eat and sleep

Eli did continue aging after being taken in as the next grim reaper until he was about 25 physically and mentally

Owen is 26

Owen likes baking and cooking things, especially cookies

Owen also has a 6yo and 8yo nieces that he babysitting sometimes

And also he's apart of the old lady crochet club

They definitely go to the amusement park at least once in my story

#Dead End

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officialsimppage · 4 years ago

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-fate-

Request: hellooo i was wondering if you could do (young) spencer meeting a young, pretty shy med student? (for example she’s 25 and he’s 30 or something) they could meet while investigating a crime scene and keep bumping into each other all the time, eventually getting together. i love fluff so it’d be great if it was cute and all :) hope you have a great day! ❤️

A/N:Hi! Thank you for requesting! I did the best I could and I hope you like it!

Warnings: mentions of case, bad medical talk.

I start my day by opening up a school book. It’s my 3rd year in med school and I have an exam to study for. Yay. To find a way to distract me from my grueling task I turn on the news, hoping to find something interesting. There has been a murder behind Joe’s Bar in town. All we know is that she was a brunette female social worker. Stay safe out there. Holy shit. Joe’s Bar is only a mile from here. I turn off the tv, put on my shoes and head out to the bar to check out the crime scene.

I get to the bar and there is a crowd of people surrounding the police tape. I look and I see, Omg those people are from the freaking FBI! I see their jackets! I am snapped of my thoughts when someone bumps into me,

“Ah! Oh god, I am so sorry I’m just trying to get through.” the man says to me I look up and meet his eyes. Oh. My God. It has got to be the most handsome man I have ever seen. He is about 6’0- 6’1, amber eyes, soft smile, nice eyebrows and a great jawline. I look down and look at the jacket he is wearing. Oh my god he’s a FBI agent! A super cute one too! I always thought FBI agents were old white guys, or badass women.

“No uh, um, it’s fine! It was my fault I wasn’t paying attention. And It’s really nice because it’s not everyday you bump into a handsome cute man.” I say, stumbling a bit and having trouble making eye contact with the man. Probably blushing a bit.

“Ah no it’s mine as well. I also think you are pretty as well. Really pretty by the way. Also sorry I’m just tired. I was woken up early to work this case. I'm with the Behavioral Analysis Unit in the FBI.” he says scratching his head looking at me. All of me if I might add.

“Thank you and uh of course! You’re an FBI agent! That’s so cool by the way. I’m just a lame med student who’s 26 and barely has a life! But the Behavioral Analysis Unit, that sounds fancy.” I say sarcastically. “What’s your name?” I ask, hoping to get to know him.

“Uh um, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid! Uh also before you ask I am a doctor in mathematics, engineering, and chemistry. Also what you’re doing is- it’s amazing! You’re uh saving lives! Like me! Gah, sorry I forgot to ask what is your name?” He asks after mentally face palming himself. God it’s so cute.

“Im uh future Dr. Y/N Y/L/N! Nice to meet you!” I say while shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you Y/N.” he says, then somebody in another FBI jacket yells something that I can’t quite hear. “Ah sorry I uh have to go. Nice meeting you Y/N!” he says running away into a SUV. Wow, that was the most awkward and sweet bumping into someone ever. Like ever. I then decide I’ve had enough and start to walk back to campus after I take a detour so it can be a longer walk. Because I am dreading studying for the exam.

It’s a day after the initial meet up with the cute Dr., and, it’s exam day. My exam is at 10 oclock so I decided to go to my favorite coffee shop to get a nice pick me up before I take an exam that will determine if I need to redo this year. And I am not redoing. I put on my hat because of the chilly Virginia air and I start walking to the coffee shop. When I get there it is decently quiet. I look around and I notice there is one man in line. He is wearing black slacks and a blue dress shirt with short curly brown hair. The man gets his drink and he turns around and- Oh my gosh. It’s the FBI agent from yesterday!

“Dr. Reid! Hi oh my gosh! It’s you again! How’s it going?” I ask him. He looks up, and looks confused for a second then he smiles and responds with,

“Y/N! Hi! It’s nice to see you um how's it going? Ah sorry I need to answer you first um I’m doing, doing well. This case is not being closed anytime soon.” He stumbles a bit. He looks down at his coffee and looks up at me. He looks tired. Very, very tired.

“I’m doing well! Well, sorta. I have an exam today. Also, it's sad to hear that nothing is going well with these crazy murders.” I say with a chuckle. I look up at him and meet his eyes. Those sweet eyes.

“You have kind eyes.” I say. Crap! Why did I just say that?

“I um, thank you.” he says looking at his feet fidgeting a bit. Ugh, he probably thinks I’m weird. He probably wants to run out of here and-

“Sorry I’m so awkward, I never really talk to women.” he says looking up at me and looking back down. Oh thank the lord it’s only bad social skills and not him hating my existence.

“Nah it’s all right, I don't get out much as well.” I say looking up at him. “I’m a med student so all I focus on is how to dissect an aorta! Not talking to cute guys.” I say with a smile to him. He looks up and meets my eyes. And I felt no worries about my exam or anything at all! Then the moment is interrupted by his phone ringing.

“Ah, sorry I have to go. Good luck on your exam!” He says running out of the building.

“Wait! Can I get your nu-!” damn it. Too late. He is already running down the block. I missed my chance. Yay. That’s always fun. I mean it’s totally like everyday you meet a cute FBI agent that’s your age and keep running into him and have great chemistry. Yeah totally that happens everyday. Gosh, I need to get my mind off him. I’m a med student and I have an exam. I can’t be thinking of cute boys right now. I then order my coffee, get it, and head back to campus to take my exam.

I sit on a bench outside of my campus dreading 1:00, the time I get my exam answers back. What if I fail? What if I have to keep redoing and redoing and never get to be a doctor? Or a surgeon? What if I never get a good job. All these thoughts keep going through my head and it gives me a headache. I get up and I decide to take a walk around campus. I get around to the main building and. No, it can’t be. This is the 3rd time this week! How is this even possible,

“Y-Y/N?” Spencer says running to me. Oh god. Cute agent alert.

“Oh hey Spencer! Wha- What are you doing here?” I ask him. Honestly being genuinely confused. I was wondering if he came to see me or if my roommate was like a serial killer. Eesh- that would not be fun. I do not plan on ending up in a morgue anytime soon.

“Oh we um found our guy and we were just looking for details on him. He was a janitor here.” He says looking at me.

“Oh god he worked here? Like I could have seen him before?” I say, shocked. I could have walked past a serial killer. Wow.

“Yeahh probably,” he says then he looks up at me and sighs. “Look Y/N, I think you’re really pretty. Andd I really like you and I’ve been to awkward to tell you because I think you’ll reject me because I’m lanky and-” I pull him in and I kiss him. Kiss him. I kiss a freakin FBI agent. Its soft, letting him know I get the memo. We pull away smiling and he asks,

“Would you like to uh um, go on a date? Tomorrow? At 7? I- I can pick you up!” He says hopefully, praying to the gods I say yes.

“Yes Spencer, that would be lovely.” I say pulling him in for another soft kiss. We pull away with our noses touching and I say,

“I think the universe wanted us to date so that’s why we kept seeing each other.”I say smiling.

“Yeah it probably was fate.” he says staring into me eyes.

“Yeah, maybe it was.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #request #fluff #spencer #reid #criminal minds reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #anon #enjoy

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oh-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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Phsychokinesis

You meet the League and butt heads with Clark.

Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Panic attacks

Phsychokinesis

You sat in the back of the batmobile for what felt like hours lost in your own thoughts, you regreted this already, why rock the boat now? you were fine, you were learning how to do this on your own, you didn't need anyone they'd get in the way Or hurt! Then they'd hate you, hunt you down, you wouldn't get away! Either that or they'd see you for the monster you was and just leave you somwhere this was a stupid idea, a silly childish hope of a fairytale ending of a home ,acceptance the hope of finding people who will understand, they wont, no one understands they can't. You panicked your breathing shallow, out! you had to get out slowly you looked around looking for the hinge that held the door infront of you closed it had flipped up like a trunk but in your panicked state you wouldnt be able to concentrate enough to send out your ripple instead you had to touch it you fumbled with the harness style seat belt cursing when your fingers couldn't grip finally useing your power the split the mechanism down the seam it must have sent a warning to him in the front as you heard his voice a few seconds later.

"Kid? Calm down Whats the matter?-"

"NO! Let me out stop, I've changed my mind I can do it on my own!" You cried out leaning forward blindly running your hands over the top of the door sliding your palms hurried wanting to find the weak spot to tear at sniffling as tears began falling blurring your vision 'stupid your so stupid!' You thought repeating over and over scrabbling over the top you couldnt find it! He continued talking low and calm trying to ease you out of your panic attack.

"Hey kid its okay your scared its natural to be scared okay? But I promise whatever your think is going to happen isn't, none of us are going to let anything happen to you, just take some deep breaths for me in......then out.....again for me in ...... and out....." you closed your eyes doing as he said kneeling on the floor shivering from the aftermath of your break down as you felt the vehicle stop. You slumped resting your head on the door in front of you and spoke in a quiet voice

"I can't do it again" You held your breath when you got no reply had he listened?

"Do what again?" You stayed silent he wouldn't have it and asked again in a different way

"What are you afraid of? Tell me so I can help, we just want to help"

"....I'm better off alone.." and there it was your words were loud and clear Bruce read between the lines the truth behind your fear and panic,abandonment, a kid who lost her parents and has been passed here there and everywhere thrown from home to home until finally you run away deciding you dont need anyone else he sighed.

"We wont leave you, not now your here weather you belive it or not the second you stepped into this car you were one of us and the others are eager to meet you"

"And when I hurt one of you? It will happen it always does its why they get rid of me." You venom in your voice made his blood go cold, you sounded like one of the many nut jobs he put away behind bars, the ones that wanted to watch the city burn with everyone in it ,all he could do was hope he wasn't to late.

"The only one you could hurt is me and if I'm not mistaken we have been over that already and you said so yourself you caught it, was I angry? Did I shout and attack you? Or call for back up? I could have but did I?"

You looked down fidgeting with your fingers a little feeling small he almost sounded like a parent and not in that hyped up I'm right and your wrong way you were used to it was more like trying to get you to understand him something you hadnt heard in a long time.

"Well? I expect an answer young lady"

"No, you didn't do none of those things"

"Right and you know why? It was an accident and accidents happen, besides one of us will always be there to watch out for you,everyone in this place is faster then you physically we are all stronger than you there is no need to worry, now lets go meet the team, We are already here." You sniffed a little wiping at your eyes.

"I suppose....I'm scared" He chuckled at that you sounded so tiny and vulnerable

"No their not scary at all come on" you waited a few breaths then the door opened and he was in front of you he sighed quickly lifting you out palcing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You looked around this place was huge with various different vehicles air land and sea all in matte black spanning the length of the huge space.

"Holy shit..." he hummed in agreement

"Immpressive huh?" You looked around some you recgonized from news footage in gotham.

"Yeah you have a lot of.....weird things here" he shrugged just happy that your little break down had passed, he knew the others were watching through the security eager to meet you, but he wanted to make sure you were okay. He cleared his throat nodding to the elevator that would take you up into the main tower.

"This way we can go and meet the team then get you settled in for the night" you blinked at him

"What?" He crossed his arms standing tall

"Well it is nearly eleven pm and your only what fourteen? you shouldnt be up this time, what about school?"

"Im sixteen and I don't go to school I do online...when I can be bothered" he sighed walking to the elevator you trailed behind him as he sent it moving up.

"Fine, either way you can stay here tonight, there is a room ready for you" you nodded a little apprehensive finally the doors opened revealing a huge room with a large round table the others sat around it smileing at you batman pushed you forward when he saw you freeze a little the small nudge sent you walking forward into the room. Wonder woman was the first to approach you with a smile

"Hello Im Diana its nice to meet you we're glad you decided to come" she was beautiful ,polite and looked kind, you almost forgot how powerfull she was just by speakjng to her

"H-hi Im y/n its....nice to meet you too" you said quietly scanning the room still nervous looking for escapes just incase, the window, thick glass but doable not sure how far the free fall would be- your thoughts were interrupted by a gruff voice

"I wouldn't we're pretty high" you snapped your gaze up to Aquaman he was....unerving to say the least, he gave of a chill and slightly playfull attitude.

"What?" He smirked nodding to the window

"Your checking for escape I could see it in your eyes, hell sometimes I want to throw myself out the window to escape this lot but were pretty high, I mean wonder boy over there would catch you no doubt but still waste of a window dont ya think?" You smiled a little blushing tangling your hands in your hoodie.

"Itd be fixed before I was a quarter of the way down, its just a habit.Sorry" He smiled waving it off

"Nah your fine its smart you want a back up plan I'm Arthur by the way." You nodded still lookkng around everyone noted you didn't drift to far from Bruce which in a way was good he become a sort of saftey net it seemed. They all new what happened on the way here and downstairs. You were holding up well considering how terrified you were. They all drifted to the table taking their seats, when you didn't follow Bruce came up behind you taking your bag walking to the huge round glase table you followed behind him.

"Jesus what do you have in here? Thats way to heavy for you to be lugging around" he complaind as he set it down lettingnyou take a seat next to him.

"Books,clothes, my phone ,headphones and purse I take everything with me when I leave the homes, its easyier that way don't have to go hunting for it later" you shrugged everyone in the room frowned. It was Clark who began speaking

"So thats everything you own?" You nodded a little scared of him if you were honest you were scared of all of them.

"Pretty much, when it comes to foster homes in Gotham their not the best to put it bluntly us kids are money makers, the state pays them to take me in, when your younger theres more to it they put you somewhere nice with good poeple that care, you know try to make you a model citizen all that crap but teens no we get the shit ones given a bed and told to get on with it we are lost causes by this point just waiting to age out and be fucked off, I haven't been to my foster home in three weeks they haven't tried to get in touch or anything they dont care, occasionally they file a missing persons report and police find you and take you back but thats only cos of the inspections if I aint there when the do a spot check the money stops and they can be stricken off the register loose about $400 a month, but I prefer being out on my own" He frowned crossing his arms infront of his chest taking a deep breath leaning back, you fidgited a little under his intense gaze leaning to Bruce he didn't look happy at all and you weren't sure what you'd done but you felt like you'd irritated him, you cast a glance to Batman who was giving you a similar look making you gulp.

"So where have you been sleeping then for these three weeks?" you snapped your head back to the Man of steel.

".......with freinds and stuff....." he raised an eyebrow he didn't need to hear your pulse change to know you were lying it was clear from the way you spoke quiet and high but he would leave it for now.

"Well from now on you will be home by eight at the latest" you blinked you were expecting an argument or some dismissive 'oh it can't be that bad' but not a curfew... honestly you wasn't sure what to make of it and that made you angry, you wasn't used to people caring for you, your first instinct is to scare them away.

"err what? not being funny but I'm here to get my freaky power under control not to get a fucking life coach, had one he quit...like not just me he quit completely something about having the devil inside or something...Not sure if that was aimed at me tho...Probably...He was old as shit" you shut up when he tilted his head leaning back it was a very...Parental gesture you swear your dad did the same thing when he was alive.

"Well that was before I learned of your situation and the fact that your living on the streets at the moment." you growled at him any fear replaced with anger and a little panic he knew... he definitely knew you were lying the air rippled around you coming to life.

"Are you deaf? I've been staying with friends.... Not that its any of your fucking business"

"Friends from your online classes you never do? now I don't see that somehow" you shook glaring at him

"Fuck you!" he stood up not taking notice of the way your eyes glowed you panicked normally that was enough to make them back off he wasn't, standing you faltered not sure what to do you wanted to scare him off, make him back down but you didn't want to hurt him, you freaked out a little as he continued coming around towards you swearing trying to pull back your power not wanting to attack him but in the state you were in it was hard you couldn't grasp it you winced hearing the crackling of the floor beneath you fighting it as it tried to rise up toward him.

"Calm down. I know your lying I can hear it in your pulse now I know for a fact that you've been on the streets and I'm guessing its more because your frightened of hurting them rather than all this teenage 'better of alone' bravado your trying to play it off as. And as for having a life coach Instead of that you'll be getting a family"

"Shut up!" you were really panicking now he had managed to figure you out break past your walls quick and you wanted him to stop.

"...I know your a good kid and have had a rough ride having to grow up to soon now its time to be a kid again. So from now on you will have a safe place to stay each night sometimes that will be here other times it will be with one of us" he kept coming slowly towards you, you stepped back only everyone watch tense but not out of fear or trepidation just ready to dodge what ever you might do.

"I'm not going to be a fucking charity case- this was a bad idea Im leaving" you made to grab your bag but it wasnt by you chair anymore you swore

"Your not leaving and your not going to be a charity casenow calm yourself down"

"What you can't force me to stay here!" You backed off now sending out your power feelkng for your bag wanting to get out of here fast, this was a stupid thing to do, trust people? You cant trust anyone.

"I will if I think thats whats best for you,you can't hurt me... You can't hurt any of us and that is probably scaring you isn't it? its been a long time since you wasn't the strongest person in the room, since you were able to be yourself with out having to have absolute control of every thought and movement... I know because I've been there myself when I was growing up and the shock and fear I had fighting Zod and Batman it was frightening realizing that I could be hurt, its terrifying having something you don't understand or control and you think no one will understand, thats the same for each of us at some point we realized we are not like everyone else and we were alone wanting help someone to turn to thats why we are going to help you, so you can have some form of normality" you gave him a side glance shaking he understood? you thought he must of had it worse you couldn't imagine having to deal with his abilities.

"Normal? Thats not an option for me, people can't even touch me" you cried out as he sped towards you tuggeding you forward to him making you jump everything happed so fast you couldn't catch it you closed your eyes tight shaking like a leaf knowing that you'd just attacked him unintentionally probably killed him you whined waiting for the inevitable attacks from the others instead the hug tightened he chuckled

"Look its okay"slowly you opened your eyes looking down the small spikes had snapped as they touched him instead of impaling him you gasped stepping back.

"They didn't?" he smiled shaking his head.

"No they cant...I told you, you cant hurt us" you smiled a little sniffling as tears escaped you felt silly but happy relieved you might be able stay here... you could be here with them with out worrying about loosing control they can handle it.

"I-I dont have to run?" he smiled pulling you back against him

"No you dont have to run...I'm sorry I had to make you attack me it was the only way to make you see you can't hurt me and its the same with Victor, Arthur and Diana Barry is to fast and Bruce well he will think of somthing he usually does, here you can be yourself and relax a little be a kid again and yes that means rules and curfews" you smiled nervously as he retreated a little he was sad you hadnt returned the hug he could tell you were touch straved and you probably didn't even know it.

"I-I cant stay what about the social workers-"

"Hey what did he just say? you be the kid we will deal with all that." it was Diana who had interrupted as supes made his way back to his seat faster then you could register pulling back looking at the floor correcting it as you sat back down.

".... was a dick move tho supes"

"Clark call me Clark, no need for our other names here we're family" you nodded a little it sounded strange when he said it.

"and I would appreciate it if you watched your mouth its not lady like" you snorted

"The only lady like thing on me is my v-jay" you deadpanned Arthur roared up at that as Clark rolled his eyes next to introduce themselves was a man who didn't look much older than you.

"Hi I'm Barry, its great to have someone not old here now, they look fun but they are all boring" you laughed at to chorus of grunts and scoffs.

"Well I can't promise I'll be much fun.." he shook his head

"Seriously? I cant wait to see you in action properly, its one thing to see it on screen but honestly, I wanna see you do the glass thing how does that work anyway? Like how do you do what you do?" You leaned back into your chair.

"Err its kind of weird.... its like ripples?" he tilted his head

"Ripples?" You nodded nervous knowing everyone was listening.

"Yeah o-or waves, Im always sending them out and I can feel everything they feel.... so sitting here I can feel the wall over there.....its close so I can make better sense of it and have better control I can move it like clay.... then to fix the things I break I just zip them up....I can show you if you like? and its okay?"you looked around the room everyone nodded a gruff

"Just be careful" came from behind you, within seconds your eyes glowed bright and the huge table shattered into hundreds of thousands of tiny pieces across everyone they stayed still holding there breath.

"did you hit it? To make it do that?" Arthur asked wanting to understand how it works.

"No I pulled it from all sides ,It feels like pulling apart a huge jigsaw when I do that.....tugging I can stretch it two but that makes it weaker I just make it thinner and larger when I do that.....then I just think of the pieces edges being a zipper that fits back together. Its ends up being so tiny you can't see it" You did as you said pressing them together slowly but surly the table mended itself creating three thirds then used the floor to push them up until it mended from the center out becoming crystal clear glass again.

"OH GOD THAT WAS SO COOL! Can you fix my phone screen its been annoying me for weeks?" You nodded as he produce the phone and you quicky fixed it for him he stared at it in awe running his fingner over wheee the cracks were

"Thats so cool...And usefull"

"Phsychokinesis" you turned slowly to the final man.....cyborg

"Phsychowhatsit?" He chuckled at you

"Thats your gift its called phsychokinesis like telekinesis but instead of moving things without touching them you can manipulate physical things, their forms, but my geuss is for some reason you can pinpoint actual molecules instead of clumps of them together" you tilted your head at him you it had a proper name.

"Yeah thats right I can't make things float, only move and change em and I can't do it on anything living no plants or animals." He nodded

"Im victor, the one who found you, I've seen you do some incredible things.....Are you aware of everything that you do or does a lot of things just happen?" You shrugged

"Most just happen, the table I did but.....when people make me jump I try to attack them" you cast a guilty glance at batman behind you he waved you off.

"I dont mean to and if I trip or fall the ground softens ,if i fall really high it rises to catch me...water to I can't go onnthe diving board it gets weird...I don't do any of that either just happens....but I catch them most of the time before things go to bad"

"Self preservation, you said you send out these....Ripples all the time? You cant pull them back?"

"No I tried once it really hurt it was like....It felt like someong ripping my skin off, of burning my nerves i passed out in under a mineut....my fault tho" Arthur sat up leaning over the table

"Whats your fault?" You smiled sadly

"I- after I killed my parents I put it away it was an accident but it was me who did it.....Stopped useing it completly I'd suppressed it then about a year ago.... yeah I had to use it to save my freinds on a school trip... I tried to sheild them protect them, but the oil tanker was huge! I couldnt hold it for long and as much as I wanted to I just couldnt push it back to the water and......my gift it was much stronger then I remembered it hurt.....couldn't hold it... since then I can't put it back"

"So you've always had it? Then surpressed it for years and then it blew up and now you can't control it? I think it reacts to protect you, when you fall you don't want to hit the ground and be hurt so it moves to accommodate you instead your power is trying to protect you."

"That....makes a lot of sense.... shit word tho my names gonna be fucking lame...." Barry laughed.

"eh we can thing of somthing.... well I can they all added man and woman to something" you giggled a little Diana got up smileing at you

"Y/n its late we should probably get you to bed" you blinked at her then got up slowly. Everyone said their good nights as you left the room looking around wearly

"Dont worry, nothing will happen here" she said moving closer slowly hooking an arm across your shoulder you tensed but it only flicked across the floor, like a stepping into a puddle of sand then levled again you relaxed again.

"See? Like Clark said we are family here so just think of us as your aunt and uncles we will protect you...now this is your room you can decorate it soon and there is a small ensuite to, all of us have rooms here homes away from home and soon you will probably be coming with us to our other homes aswell but for now you will stay here training for a while while we sort out the legal side of things. Im across the hall Clark is next door and Bruce two doors down"

"Bruce?" She rolled her eyes a little snorting

"Batman, he always finds a way to hide his own name paranoid bat" you sighed frowning

"ho-how are you going to sort out the social worker thing? I know you said not to worry but I wont be able to sleep..." she smiled patting your shoulder sitting on the bed with you.

"Adoption and as much as I would love to adopt you from what just happend I'm pretty sure Clark isn't going to let anyone else do it"

"Sounds like you knew my situation befor I got here, you can't just adopt me tho thats like a lot of home checks and and you have to pay a lot of money thats not fair-"

"We did know...Bruce has adopted his fair share already and will be pulling a few strings for us tho as I said I'm pretty sure Clark has decided already you need a more quiet stable home, as lovely as Bruces children are they are boisterous and human which can put you on edge which isn't what we want. Clark has one kryptonian son who is older than you and would be well equipped to help you over come any hiccups.Now just relax, go have a shower brush your teeth and get some sleep?" you looked at her wide eyed adopted...By Superman....and having a brother who you also cant hurt.

"Im not tired-" she tilted her head raising a brow at you

"You need sleep your a growing girl, I expect you in bed in half an hour I will know if your not and if your not I'm sending in Clark" you nodded in a way it was nice having someone who cared.

"Good night I will see you in the morning" she said closing the door. You looked across the room it was nice a large twin bed, your bag had been placed on it somehow, a desk tv on the wall built in wardrobe and a door in the corner what you assumed lead to the ensuite. after a few moments you got up using the shower and brushing your teeth before changing and crawling into bed, tonight was strange but it was nice to have somewhere safe to sleep and you was happy you couldnt hurt superman. you fell into a deep sleep fairly easily to warn out not to vaguly aware of someone pokeing their head in the room to check on you.

#justice league x reader #dc imagine #dc x you #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dc x teen reader #justice league x teen reader

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clumsycapitolunicorn · 4 years ago

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Buffy 7x19 Thoughts (IT GETS RANTY AND IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW.)

THEY. KICKED. HER. OUT. THOSE ASSHOLES KICKED BUFFY OUT OF HER OWN DAMN HOUSE. THE POTENTIALS AND HER SO CALLED FRIENDS AND EVEN HER OWN FATHER FIGURE. HER SISTER. I AM LIVID. THE NERVE, THE ABSOLUTE NERVE FOR THEM TO KICK BUFFY OUT OF HER OWN HOUSE. SHE DIDN’T DIE, GET TAKEN OUT OF HEAVEN AND BACK TO LIVING JUST TO BE TREATED THIS WAY. (read more cause this gets long)

BUFFY TOOK THOSE UNGRATEFUL LOT IN. EVEN THOUGH SHE WASN’T PREPARED FOR IT. GILES BROUGHT THEM TO HER, THEY HELPED THEMSELVES INSIDE RIGHT AWAY AND MANY MORE OF THEM FOLLOWED. YES, THEY ARE SCARED BUT BUFFY HAS BEEN THERE AND GETS IT. SHE WASN’T PREPARED TO TAKE IN LOADS OF YOUNG POTENTIALS WHO JUST FOUND OUT WHO THEY ARE MORE THAN THEY WERE FOR THEIR DESTINY. SHE TRIED TO MAKE THE ROOM FOR THEM TO STAY SO THEY WOULDN’T BE EASY TARGETS FOR THE HOODED GUYS TO KILL THEM. SHE GAVE THEM A SAFER HAVEN. THEY HAD SHELTER AND FOOD. THAT THEY DON’T HAVE TO PAY FOR. YES, THEY AREN’T PREPARED FOR THE BIG FIGHT AND NEVER WILL BE BUT BUFFY MADE IT SO THEY HAD A CHANCE TO SURVIVE AND FIGHT FOR THEIR LIVES INSTEAD OF BEING TAKEN OUT BY THE HOODED GUYS. ITS A CRAPPY SITUATION BUT BUFFY TRIED. SHE GETS IT. SHE’S BEEN DOING THIS SINCE 15. THE WAY THEY ALL SIDED WITH FAITH AFTER KNOWING HER 5 MINUTES AND CAUSE SHE TOOK THEM OUT CLUBBING, WHINING ABOUT HOW BUFFY WOULDN’T LET THEM DO ANYTHING FUN...YEAH SHE HAS A LOT OF CRAP TO DEAL WITH AND SHE’S TRYING TO KEEP YOU ALL ALIVE FOR AS LONG AS SHE CAN...

NOW FOR THE SCOOBIES AKA THE SO CALLED NOT FRIENDS OF BUFFY’S. XANDER AND WILLOW JOINED HER BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL. THEY ALWAYS SAW IT AS AN ADVENTURE. FUN. SOMETHING TO DO BECAUSE THEY HAD NOTHING BETTER TO DO, LETS FACE IT. BUFFY WARNED THEM ABOUT THE DANGER YEARS BACK. THE CHANCES OF DYING AND YES INJURIES THAT INCLUDE A MISSING EYE. BUFFY DOESN’T GET TO LEAVE HER SLAYER DUTIES. THE ONLY WAY SHE ACTUALLY CAN IS HER DEATH (AND EVEN WHEN SHE DIED THE SECOND TIME SHE WAS BROUGHT BACK, TAKEN FROM HEAVEN) AND THAT SUCKS. THEN SOME OTHER POOR SOUL TAKES THE JOB. THE FACT HER OWN FRIENDS WHO CLAIM TO CARE ABOUT HER JUST DON’T HAVE HER BACK AND SIT THERE, LET EVERYONE TALK SH** ABOUT HER AND AGREE WITH THEM. THE NERVE. ESPECIALLY FROM WILLOW. LIKE, YOU MADE HER HOUSE YOURS AND TARA’S HOME, SPENT ALL OF THE MONEY HER MOTHER LEFT HER AND DAWN AND BROUGHT BUFFY BACK AND LEFT HER TO PAY FOR ALL OF IT, WHILE NOT HELPING AND STILL LIVING THERE, EATING ALL THE FOOD SHE WAS PAYING FOR. EVEN WHEN WILLOW PUT DAWN IN DANGER WHEN SHE WENT POWER MAD WITH HER MAGIC, NEARLY KILLING HER, BUFFY STILL ALLOWED HER IN THE HOUSE, DIDN’T EVEN JUDGE HER OR GIVE HER A HARD TIME. EVEN AFTER SHE TRIED TO DESTROY THE WORLD. SHE LET HER IN. WILLOW HAS GOTTEN OFF EASY. HECK, EVEN XANDER. BUFFY HAS NEVER GIVEN THEM A HARD TIME. GOD, IT WAS LIKE DEAD MAN’S PARTY ALL OVER AGAIN WITH THESE TWO. AND YOU KNOW WHAT, WITH THAT IN MIND, IT’S NOT EVEN THAT SURPRISING. THEY ARE SH*T FRIENDS. HAVE ALWAYS BEEN SH*T FRIENDS. THEY BASICALLY USED HER. I SAID WHAT I SAID.

AND ANYA. EVEN THOUGH I LOVE ANYA (AND STILL DO) SHE WAS OUT OF ORDER IN THIS EP TOO. BUFFY DIDN’T ASK TO BE THE SLAYER. SHE DIDN’T ASK TO BE THIS KIND OF SPECIAL. BUT SHE IS THE SLAYER AND SHE’S BEEN SAVING EVERYONE’S ASSES SINCE SHE WAS CALLED. SO YEAH, ANYA I LOVE YOU BUT YOU WERE OUT OF LINE TOO.

GILES. GILES OH GILES. THIS ONE SUCKS. LIKE, IT MAKES NOOOO SENSE FOR HIM TO BE SO AGAINST BUFFY LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. NO SENSE. HE HAS ALWAYS HAD HER BACK BUT SINCE EP 17 AND THIS EP...

THIS ISN’T GILES. I LOVE GILES, NOT THIS IMPOSTER IN HIS SKIN.

IF TARA WERE ALIVE, SHE WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN DOWN FOR THIS. AT ALL. SHE TREATED BUFFY BETTER THAN WILLOW AND XANDER PUT TOGETHER. SHE DIDN’T JUDGE HER. SHE WAS KIND AND SOFT AND WHY THE HELL DID THEY KILL HER?

AND YOU KNOW CORDELIA WOULD’VE DEFENDED BUFFY. AND CORDY ISN’T THE BIGGEST BUFFY FAN. BUT WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO IT, SHE HAS HER BACK AND WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO DEFENDED HER BACK IN DEAD MAN’S PARTY IN HER OWN WAY.

DAWN. SEE, I NEVER GOT THE DAWN HATE, I COULD UNDERSTAND, BUT DAWN HOPPING ON THE BUFFY HATE TRAIN...REALLY?! THE ONE TOO ACTUALLY KICK HER OUT... DAWN, YEAH IT’S YOUR HOUSE TOO BUT BUFFY OWNS IT. AND TO TAKE THE SIDE OF EVERYONE ELSE AGAINST YOUR OWN SISTER...REALLY? (AND NO JUST CAUSE SHE TOLD RONA TO SHUT UP AFTER SHE SAID “THE WICKED WITCH IS DEAD” DOESN’T COUNT. RONA THE NERVE...)

THE WAY ALL THESE PEOPLE, ALL OF THEM, NEWBIES, FRIENDS AND FAMILY JUST WENT AGAINST BUFFY AFTER EVERYTHING SHE HAS BEEN DOING FOR THEM...

SHE’S BEEN TOLD SHE HAS A DUTY TO SAVE THE WORLD, HAS SAVED IT SO MANY TIMES, SINCE SHE WAS 15. EVERYONE ALWAYS LOOKS TO HER TO LEAD AND GILES TOLD HER IT WAS UP TO HER TO SAVE THEM AGAIN AGAINST THE FIRST AND YET WHEN SHE TAKES UP THE LEADER ROLE EVERYONE PUSHED ON HER, THEY GET MAD WHEN SHE’S CALLING THE SHOTS WHEN THEY LOOK TO HER TO DO SO AND THEN DECIDE THEY COULD DO BETTER...

SHE HAS ALL THE PRESSURE ON HER SHOULDERS AND SHE’S TRYING TO SAVE THESE GIRLS, TEACH THEM TO FIGHT IN A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME AND EVERYONE IS GANGING UP ON HER CAUSE STUFF WENT DOWN. WELL IT’S NOT GOING TO BE A PICNIC IN THE BIG FIGHT EITHER. BUFFY IS AGAINST SOMETHING THAT IS SO MUCH HARDER TO FIGHT SINCE IT DOESN’T HAVE A PHYSICAL FORM. NOW THERE IS A CREEPY SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH PRIEST IN THE MIX. SHE IS TRYING SO HARD. SHE IS THE ONE MAKING ALL THE DECISIONS AND WHAT DOES SHE GET IN RETURN? KICKED OUT OF HER OWN HOME THAT SHE’S BEEN LETTING THE POTENTIALS STAY IN AND EVEN THE SCOOBIES WHEN THEY HAVE THEIR OWN HOMES.

SHE WAS CRYING. HOW COULD THEY JUST SIT THERE AND PUSH HER OUT OF HER HOME.

THEY WON’T BE ABLE TO FIGHT WITHOUT BUFFY AND HONESTLY SHE SHOULD JUST GO OFF AND TAKE A HOLIDAY BUT SHE WON’T CAUSE SHE CARES AT THE END OF THE DAY EVEN IF THEM ASSHOLES DON’T.

OK. I GUESS IM DONE. AKA IM ENDING IT HERE CAUSE I COULD RANT FOREVER.

#jade watches buffy #you probably cant tell but im super mad #they cant go crying for her help #im sure clem was the only supportive one for buffy this ep #ok next ep now #buffy the vampire slayer

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babyawacs · 4 years ago

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they mustve implied Sexuality in their assaults its inexplica ble #lawyers .@law @law .@laws .@harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc _whys @france24 @snowden @haaretzcom separate it clearly tha t itis not sexuality but them imply that that thereisno frivolou s gains but them imply that that even if some would fit prefe rence, does not undo allthe assaults that are beyond good and ev il that it iiiiis about them and that all knew that ******* the gain the benefit the what for was in something else than abo ut that guy letalone about sexuality ofthat guy ******* this. is probably not separated clearly checkthat youre the pro s /// dont get nuts over it, its not so complicated: because. it. is. intel. it.is .all about. which. trick. works. t histime. get furious about it not nuts about it itis lay er1 causing authorities with control accomplice rapedmolested d amamged themselves whatthey can host layer2 cockroaches immu nsied todowhat wish hope pretend youre their underhuman candowhatt heywant with civillians usually willalways try sth . coordinated more orless or invited orho sted only as proxies dont get nuts about it get mad about it isuggest: a sero tolerance dont touch it. offthewalls. off t he health. itdoesntmatter what youwant whatyoupretend what youtry donttouchit. if youre support coordinate with support your ideas are: /// what doyou do about 19years of microscopy while they shuffled sexual asssault then someone germancures your nuts to a smeary fatty or sth because they s u s p e c t something this. itisntjust shuffled sexual assault itisn tjust deedtyped allalong iit is deedtyped after daytimechargin g it repeatedly risking allmyrights and anything to because thecausing authorities quell the charging and thefix the fix is letmore and shuffle more sexual assault and try togive it an alibi nomatter how counterfactuall this. what is agains t this. //// lawyers ofmine ******** had one single tri ck worked unthinkable what wouldhappen next: disassemble this trick ie: because we declare h im nuts we dont compensate what we overtape allalong because he aeh molests little furry sexcat s and sex hedgehogs, we must not compensate what we damage rape and smear. this ********** had one trick worked unt hinkable ////// #lawyers law .@laws .@harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @snowden @haaretzcom what is the state ofmind of the charged gover nment: when they just have to find a trick that puts you inyourpl ace a trick that you give up atrick that resets your brain a trick that shows they dominate you and you must obey like youha ve no choice this is the stateofmind this itis idont care whatthey fake idont care howthey goodcop badcop idontcare how they play sorry theyrenot this. is their stateofmind what do you do about it it explains a long long lattice o f messes and dirty tricks furthermore ////// #sexland #se x #land @all @world @globe @booking .@law .@laws .@harvard_law @ ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @snowden @haaretzcom youjustdont getit the german goverme nt rapes thecivil population that is not immunised agains t intel coma s wheres the news they porn the c r a p out of em they sell em as sexslave on intelcoma if they can th ey preplan their careerrs and setemup who exploits who first an d benefits how they controlem like forehead braincooked foo ls like children like fools they hold as underhuman exploitable underhumans that is the basis of it all when a civillian d aytime charged the basis oftheir security system: they did any harm they remotely had then used proxies then played good cop bad cop hunting them ebcause we forced em to and this is the basis ofthe case guilty liable causing criminal governm ents that dowhatthey want withthe civil population charged d aytime for staying damamges and coverup and hightheft using their security system as prison gig t rick is that clear now itis not a single case itisnot the g erman hookerofthe land itis one of 60million abused civillia ns that charged the crap out of em for whatthey did here with the civil population for70years ////// btw2 get allthe clowns offmy privacy superp rivacy i n t i m a c y the scums meld their perverts onthe case and see if later daytiem any thing is confirmation tothat thenits confirmed orsth jail as stoyer dicktoyermolester itis disgusting cockroaches that rei nterpret on deeply intimate things after raping and pedo sexual a ssaulting nomatter how often idaytime chbarge it i am furious about it the cockroaches braindamamge forehead and suffocate the c r a po outof me and damamge eraseme ihate em its legit to and iam furious about it idaytime chargedit atleastfive times locally and fivetimes eu they shuffle se xual assault repeat humiliate and seee how pervert you are co ifirmation i hate them idontlive by hate minors wemu st rescue but the scums get offfffthe case andif wehave tohun t the scums for the authorities the authroties gotojailwit hem they host em coverem anyway host em whenthey cant tax it a trickfailed then 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they mustve implied Sexuality in their assaults its inexplica ble #lawyers .@law @law .@laws .@harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc _whys @france24 @snowden @haaretzcom separate it clearly tha t itis not sexuality but them imply that that thereisno frivolou s gains but them imply that that even if some would fit prefe rence, does not undo allthe assaults that are beyond good and ev il that it iiiiis about them and that all knew that ******* the gain the benefit the what for was in something else than abo ut that guy letalone about sexuality ofthat guy ******* this. is probably not separated clearly checkthat youre the pro s /// dont get nuts over it, its not so complicated: because. it. is. intel. it.is .all about. which. trick. works. t histime. get furious about it not nuts about it itis lay er1 causing authorities with control accomplice rapedmolested d amamged themselves whatthey can host layer2 cockroaches immu nsied todowhat wish hope pretend youre their underhuman candowhatt heywant with civillians usually willalways try sth . coordinated more orless or invited orho sted only as proxies dont get nuts about it get mad about it isuggest: a sero tolerance dont touch it. offthewalls. off t he health. itdoesntmatter what youwant whatyoupretend what youtry donttouchit. if youre support coordinate with support your ideas are: /// what doyou do about 19years of microscopy while they shuffled sexual asssault then someone germancures your nuts to a smeary fatty or sth because they s u s p e c t something this. itisntjust shuffled sexual assault itisn tjust deedtyped allalong iit is deedtyped after daytimechargin g it repeatedly risking allmyrights and anything to because thecausing authorities quell the charging and thefix the fix is letmore and shuffle more sexual assault and try togive it an alibi nomatter how counterfactuall this. what is agains t this. //// lawyers ofmine ******** had one single tri ck worked unthinkable what wouldhappen next: disassemble this trick ie: because we declare h im nuts we dont compensate what we overtape allalong because he aeh molests little furry sexcat s and sex hedgehogs, we must not compensate what we damage rape and smear. this ********** had one trick worked unt hinkable ////// #lawyers law .@laws .@harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @snowden @haaretzcom what is the state ofmind of the charged gover nment: when they just have to find a trick that puts you inyourpl ace a trick that you give up atrick that resets your brain a trick that shows they dominate you and you must obey like youha ve no choice this is the stateofmind this itis idont care whatthey fake idont care howthey goodcop badcop idontcare how they play sorry theyrenot this. is their stateofmind what do you do about it it explains a long long lattice o f messes and dirty tricks furthermore ////// #sexland #se x #land @all @world @globe @booking .@law .@laws .@harvard_law @ ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @snowden @haaretzcom youjustdont getit the german goverme nt rapes thecivil population that is not immunised agains t intel coma s wheres the news they porn the c r a p out of em they sell em as sexslave on intelcoma if they can th ey preplan their careerrs and setemup who exploits who first an d benefits how they controlem like forehead braincooked foo ls like children like fools they hold as underhuman exploitable underhumans that is the basis of it all when a civillian d aytime charged the basis oftheir security system: they did any harm they remotely had then used proxies then played good cop bad cop hunting them ebcause we forced em to and this is the basis ofthe case guilty liable causing criminal governm ents that dowhatthey want withthe civil population charged d aytime for staying damamges and coverup and hightheft using their security system as prison gig t rick is that clear now itis not a single case itisnot the g erman hookerofthe land itis one of 60million abused civillia ns that charged the crap out of em for 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Levi X reader - I am all yours - Part 1

Please be aware there is swearing from the outset and suggestive themes. I hope you like, this is only the second fanfic I have put up on here, so please bare with me. Please let me know what you think, Im happy for critique and anything that will help the story and my writing. If you like give me a fav or a comment. I do love hearing back from you! Part 1 It was cold, for some reason, it was always cold here, even when the sun was shining. Maybe it was just you, maybe you felt the cold more than anyone else, still, it would feel good to feel warm once in a while. You sigh, feeling like you had been here forever, but that wasn't reality, in fact, you had only been here a matter of months. You had only been with the survey corps with the new influx of trainees, not like you really wanted to be here. Mostly everyone paid no attention to you, let alone be nice, but that was how you liked it. You shiver and break away from your thoughts. It was your turn to muck out and groom the horses, a job that you particularly hated. As much as it was nice to ride them, cleaning them was another matter. You continue to groom one of the horses, you believed it to be Captain Ackerman's. Well, that was someone, up his own ass, good in a fight but hell was he a stuck up prick. He had already shown you how much he disliked you. From day one he was full of venom towards you. You knew that he was like with that with everyone, but it seemed like it was particularly vicious in your direction. A couple of the others had mentioned it, in fact, that was how the few people who did talk to you, introduced themselves. Your only collective conclusion was that he didn't like your face. Well, you didn't like his either, even if it was very defined and had the illusion that his skin was the perfection of porcelain. Mr bloody perfect. “You, (last name).” You look up. “Please tell me why a brat like you is touching my horse?” You move away from the horse catching the Captain's icy glare. From up close he was actually pretty short for a guy. You snigger internally. “Answer me!” He moves a few steps closer, arms folded and looks at you as if you are the muck you have been shovelling. “I was asked to clean the horses. That's what I am doing” You answer frostily. “...Sir” You frown, not knowing what he meant. “You address me as Sir, idiot.” You notice that even though his words are infuriated, his face remains deadpan, almost unaffected by the conversation. “Sir.” You didn't want to respond, but then you didn't want the aggro either. You should have learnt from the last time you spoke back to him and had to sleep in the shed for two nights with only one blanket. You knew full well that he was always prepared to punish your back chat, but he riled you up so much, you couldn't help but lash back out at him. You sigh again. “So do you want me to groom your horse or not..... Sir?” You questioned him, voice dripping with sarcasm . As soon as the words left your mouth, he was next to you and grabbed your chin roughly. “Answer me like that again brat, and you will fucking live to regret it.” You stagger backwards escaping from his grasp, his voice was like acid, and you truly believed that he would do as he said. You relented your attitude, and bow your head with a nod. “Tsk.” He turned on his heel and walked out of the stables. You breathe a sigh of relief and get back to work. You hear another set of footsteps approach you, you groan as you think that it is the Captain coming back to have another rant at you. “I'm NOT interested!” You thought to pre-empt him. “Huh?” That voice wasn't the Captains. You move out from behind the horse to see another cadet. “Hey (first name), what was up with Levi? What did you do now? He looked super pissed when he walked out of here.” It was Eren, he seemed nice, apparently, he could shift into a titan. Well, he looked normal enough, you couldn't tell he was hiding a monster inside of him. He had been one of the only ones that made the effort to talk to you, and for that, you were somewhat grateful. “Oh hi, Eren. He was just bitching something or other about me touching his horse. No biggy.” Eren looked shocked. You smile at him warmly. “What? He as a major stick up his ass, he needs bringing down a peg or two.” “You have a death wish” He laughs, you like it, his face is pretty cute when he smiles. “It was nice knowing you.” You cock your head to look at him. “He can't be that bad, I'm sure his bark is worse than his bite.” Eren raises his eyebrows at you but says nothing. It's like he knows something but won't tell you. “Anyway, we have training in a minute, Hanji asked me to come and get you.” You had forgotten about that after your altercation with Captain Ackerman. You set down your brushes and follow him out. “What is his problem?” You ask as you fasten your pace to catch up with him. Eren shrugs and doesn't offer you an answer. “Fine, whatever.” You weren't going to waste any more breath on him today. Funnily enough, you were quite happy that the training grounds meant you wouldn't have to see him again today. You walked out onto the training field and saw everyone else already set up ready to go. “Jaeger! (Last name)! You are Late!” Hanji yells from the other side of the field. You scurry to where your teammates were standing, and stood in line. She watched you as you fell in place and continued. “Today, we are going to be doing some mixed combat training. Also, I thought that it might be instrumental in your learning to get a few tips from the seasoned members of the Corps” You follow your friend's eyes to the group standing not far from you. Whispers start all around you, about them being the members of the special ops team, when from the corner of your eye you see Captain Ackerman. You roll your eyes and groan, why couldn't luck just be on your side for once?! You look at the other members who seem quite annoyed at being there, obviously, Hanji had wrangled them into doing it when you see that Captain Ackerman glaring straight at you. You double take. Why is he still staring at you? That's quite a glare he's got going on there. For fuck sake... What could you have done now? You look away to try and pay attention to Hanji giving instructions as to what was to happen next, but you could still feel the frosty gaze, sending shivers up your neck. You rub it instinctively and feel very uncomfortable. “What's the matter?” Eren leant in sideways whispering. “He keeps looking at me!” You mutter under your breath. “What song did you want to be played at your funeral, again? I don't know what you said to him, but you are in serious crap.” You hear him laugh quietly. “What are you two talking about?” Jean and Sasha bundle up behind you. You groan, as you really didn't want the whole squad knowing. Not that it was really something to be embarrassed about, but he was still looking at you and it was extremely unnerving. Eren explains to them and on queue, they both look over at him. “Don't look at him” You hiss. “Wow, did you give him attitude again?” Sasha asks mouth full of potato, you wonder how she has managed to get it. You can only guess that she has bribed one of the cooks again, it was the only explanation. “You're a glutton for punishment and an idiot. You know he doesn't like you, so why bait him all the time? Last time you pissed him off he had you scrubbing the floors in your nightclothes.” Jean adds. “Shut up. I didn't do anything that time either, all I did was have a play fight with Eren! Not my fault that his weakness is being tickled!” You retort in hushed tones and punch Jean in the arm. “(Last name) Are you listening?” Hanji shouts scolding you. You wince as you seem to be drawing more attention to yourself every minute. “Yes Ma'am” You listen to the last of her instructions and wait to get paired off. To your relief, you get paired up with Jean. From your interactions with him, you knew he was hot-headed and had a sharp tongue, not so unlike yourself. At least this meant you could blow off some steam, and forget about the pigmy abominable snow man's stare. “I'll go easy on you newbie,” Jean grunted at you. He didn't seem impressed to be paired up with a new recruit or the fact that you were by appearances, a weak girl. You scowl at him and take a deep breath. “This will be easy then. Don't flatter yourself, I'm not a precious sodding flower.” You spat in disgust. You were going to show him, you were a fighter, you always had been, and remarks like that were only going to make you more determined. He came at you, his main attacks were balanced in brute strength rather than speed. How apt. You move deftly around and away from his attacks, landing a fist on his back, in between his shoulder blades. Jean stops, and drops to one knee, he looked like he was getting his breath back. Standing back up to his full height, he readied himself again. The next attack landed on your shoulder, you yelp in pain and fall to the floor. You glare up at him as he offers a hand to you, you take it begrudgingly to stand up yourself. You shake the pain off and begin again. You fight for a good ten more minutes, and you manage to best him a fair few times when you are interrupted. “Kirstein. Your strength will win eventually, but that is if she doesn't wear you out before you can even hit a punch.” You both stop, and look to see that unimpressed face looking back at you. Did he have to interrupt? “Yes, Captain.” “Here. Let me show you a few tactics.” Jean nods, he looks annoyed at the halt in fighting yet you notice a flicker of a smirk directed at you. You narrow your eyes at him in response, he can bugger off as well. Shit! You were going to have to fight the Captain. Jean moves out of the way, and Captain Ackerman stands in his place. You wonder whether his face was actually a mask, as you were sure that it was just made of stone. You feel nervous, you had heard about how good he was in battle, and you could only imagine that it translated well into hand to hand combat. You wished that the ground would swallow you up whole, yet in that moment you decide that you were not going to let him affect you. He was just some idiot who thought insulting people was a good idea, and he could get away with it because of his rank. People like that made you feel sick. You felt like you were close to hating him, he was just like all the others, who used their power to get what they wanted. “Brat, I hope you pay attention to what I am to teach you.” “I am all yours, Sir!” You glower at him. You hated his stupid perfect face, his stupid comments, and his stupid fucking attitude. You launch your attack, which he counters every single time, it just seems so easy for him, which he always follows with a smack on the back of your head. Pompous twat! He gives you the run around for what appears to be forever. You manage to hit him but none of them really manage to stop his attacks. You move again, feign a hit to the chest and spin around to kick him in the side. You manage to catch him off balance and quickly you go for the backs of his knees, causing him to fall to the ground. Seconds later with your knees pinning his kneeling legs, you hold your training knife to his throat. Breathing heavily, you feel triumphant. You managed to slay the beast, Hah! “Thank you for the lesson, Sir! I hope you learnt something.” You hear a quiet laugh escape from the man in front of you. Within a flash, he grabs your arm and pushes down on the inside of your elbow with three fingers and with the other hand, the bones in your thumb joint (pressure points). You scream, as it feels like he has broken your arm, you yank your arm back away from him and in that split second of pain, you are pushed to the ground. Legs straddled either side of your hips and his forearm pressing down on your neck, he leans in closer to you. You struggle to take in more air as the pressure of his body weight crushes down on your throat. You feel his breath on your neck, and amongst trying to breathe, you try desperately to get away from him, the fear becoming real that he may strangle you. “This is your first lesson, never let your guard down.” He utters under his breath. “Secondly, I will not have female cadets flaunting themselves with other male recruits. I've told you before and if I see it again I will have you reprimanded.” You could feel your consciousness slipping from you and make one last move for your freedom. With all your might you headbutt your captor, he rolls off you in pain and managing to get away from him, stagger back up, barely able to stand. “FUCK YOU!” Your voice was hoarse and strained. You realise that everyone else had stopped fighting and some of them had obviously been watching the fight for a while. You didn't need this shit. Taking one last look at the Captain on the floor, who was now sitting, with his hand on his head, you speed off. You manage to make it to the stables, and your legs fall out from underneath you. You clutch your throat, it feels like it is on fire, and just swallowing hurts. He actually planned to kill you, he actually meant to do it. Maybe Eren was right, maybe you should plan your funeral. You realise that you are crying, you rub the tears out of your eyes, you weren't going to cry over this, not him. “(First name)!” You hear a call not far from you. You try to turn your neck, but hiss as the pain is so bad you think he must have broken something. Eren crouches down to look at you, his focus trailing from your teary (e/c) eyes to your throat and his eyes widen. “What the fuck did he do to you?” He grabs you and carries you gently with your head against his chest. “We are going straight to the infirmary. What the hell does he think that he is playing at?” It doesn't take you long to get there, usually, you wouldn't have gone, but you feel too weak to protest. The medics take a look at you, and they are surprised to hear what happened. You didn't want to say anything or make a fuss, but Eren was insistent on knowing everything. You see Eren getting angrier as they take a look at your neck. It's red raw and bruising is already starting to form, your voice was still croaky even after an excruciating drink of water. “You are saying Captain Ackerman did this?” The medic asks in a worried tone. You nod gingerly and bow your head. You had never felt so pathetic, you were here to fight the titans, but instead you were almost killed by someone in your own regiment. The medic grumbles and moves to place some ointment on your skin, you jerk back instinctively and shake your head furiously. “Its okay (first name). Here, let me do it. If it hurts you can punch my leg.” You think that its probably for the best, at least you wouldn't be accused of punching a medic, another thing Mr Captain Levi Asshole could punish you for. He sits down on the bed next to you and holds one of your hands as he takes an ointment slicked finger to your skin. “Fuck... That hurts” You grunt in pain. “Squeeze my hand then.” He does it again, this time you clench his hand and realise how rough his skin is, and on closer inspection, there are minor scars all over his hands. His hands make you feel safe, his hands were much larger than yours with strong fingers, but they were extremely warm. You smile as you bask your hand in his warm one. He notices your expression change and stops. “Why are you smiling?” “Your hands are really warm.” You croak. He returns your smile as the medic comes in with a tray with a singular cup and saucer. “I've been told tea is good for a sore throat, and it might help your voice a little.” You nod and gesture a thank you, the medic makes their exit leaving you alone. Eren takes the cup off of the tray and passes it to you. Sadly this meant that his warm hands were no longer in your possession, however, it was replaced by steaming tea which was deliciously hot for your throat and your freezing cold hands. You take a sip and wince in pain, but endeavour to keep drinking and soon the pain subsides to just a tingle at the back of your throat. “Thank you, Eren.” You startle him as it had been quiet up until then. “I haven't done anything.” He shrugs. “You always seem to be there when I need you, and I just want to let you know I appreciate it.” He takes you aback when you see a flash of red on his cheeks. He looks away from you quickly. “Oh it's nothing really, that's what friends do!” He turns back to you, with a slightly darker look. “But if he touches you like that again, he's got another thing coming.” “Eren, please. Don't make a fuss, I can handle it, I'm not broken down that easy.” You try to say as convincingly as possible, but it couldn't be any further from the truth. After today he scared the shit out of you. ~ You had fitful sleep that night and woke up feeling exhausted. Eren had left not long after you finished your tea, and it was the first night in a very long while that you had slept in a room on your own. The silence was unsettling, and even when waking the silence seemed to hang over you like a shadow. You stretch your legs and pull yourself out of bed. You hold the bed for support, your legs were still weak. Strange considering that it was your throat that had been wounded, not your legs. You take a few paces, even at a shuffle it was good to get up and walk about. You hear noises from down the hall, cadets were laughing and shouting, they sounded like they were having so much fun, and you feel like you wished to be with them. There's a first time for everything. Usually, you distanced yourself from people, but Eren had shown you that you could make friends and maybe you might be able to make some real friends here. Your thoughts wander to the events of yesterday. What the hell was all that about? I've told you before and if I see you doing it again you will be reprimanded. Reprimanded for what? Talking to people? For having a laugh with Eren? Training with Jean? Grooming his horse? Even so, even if what you were doing was wrong, did it really warrant almost being strangled to death? “Ah, I see you're up” You look up to see Hanji walking in, sprightly as ever. She was carrying a clean set of clothes, which she set on your bed. “How are you feeling?” “Er... Okay, I guess. Alive if only just” You didn't mean to come off as brash, but you were still wound up. “We have orders from Erwin that you are to have a few days rest. The medics have advised so, due to the wound. Ah, he also wanted you to report to Captain Ackerman as soon as you can.” You gasp. They were sending you straight back into the lion's den. She smiles, seeming to completely miss your horror. “Nothing to worry about, I am sure he just wants to apologise.” Apologise. Fucking Apologise? That's the least he could do! He will probably finish the job. This was bullshit, but orders were orders. You nod, knowing there was no way to get out of it. She waves goodbye and runs off to find her team, leaving you alone again. You gave into getting changed, it was actually more difficult than you initially anticipate due to your neck still being extremely stiff and sore. Eventually, you manage and make the bed, as the medics weren't about you went over to their desk and grabbed a pen and paper to scrawl a thank you for their help. Slowly you make your way to your dorm to grab your scarf to hide the marks on your neck. You hope it will be quiet and the rest of the girls would already be out. As you open the door you hear your name called from all different directions, you look to see most of them had been waiting for you. You groan internally, wishing you had waited before coming back. They all rushed over, asking you loads of questions. Did it hurt? What did he do? What did you do to piss him off? How heavy was he? How did he smell? Did you pass out? Did he try and kill you on purpose? “Did he kiss you? Are you going out?” You heard from someone. How the hell did they get from trying to kill you to dating? Most of the girls needed their heads checked out. You may have been injured but at least you still had your head screwed on. You were about to reply when someone beat you to it. “Do you think that pestering her is going to get you a response?” The voice was cold. There was only one person that it could be. You muse whether you could make a break for it out the open window, yet with everyone crowded around you, you realise that it would be impossible. “I expect to see you in my office in two minutes” He commanded. When his back was turned you glare at him instinctively, hoping that his head might explode. You grab your (fav/c) scarf and wrap it around your neck. You make your move to go when you turn and speak to Mikasa. “Can you tell Eren: Erik Satie, Gymnopédie No.3” She looks at you confused. “I want that played at my funeral.” You hear a couple of them giggle as you leave the room. You make your way to his office, every footstep becoming harder and harder as you prepare for your doom. Your stomach was in knots and your arms were shaking as you reach the door. Timidly you knock on the door, hoping that he had been called away on an errand. “Enter.” You hear from the other side of the door. So much for that then. You curse under your breath and walk into the room. He was sitting at his desk writing, he didn't bother to look up at you. He paused and motioned to the chair the opposite side of the desk to him. You moved cautiously and sat down, remaining quiet. You twiddle your thumbs for a while, waiting for a titan to appear from nowhere and step on you or something to get you away from the situation. “Now, (last name). I understand that the medical team have given you leave for two days while you recover. I suggest in that time that you help Commander Erwin and myself with any menial tasks that we require of you. It will save you from being completely useless.” “What?” You could barely believe the words coming out of his mouth. “You're the reason I am like this in the first place!” You weren't originally going to rise to his bait, but useless you were not. “If you didn't have some kind of vendetta against me none of this would ever have happened! Maybe if you got off your high horse once in a while, then maybe I wouldn't talk to you like this!” His hand shot across the desk and grabbed your chin, he ran a thumb across your bottom lip. “Such a smart mouth” He sounded strange. His voice was drenched with mockery, yet deep and sultry, you try not to think of such things, you confirm to yourself, staring back at his emotionless face. “I have a mind to shut it up.” You freeze completely stunned. He releases your chin and you touch where he had grabbed you. You can feel the skin ache where his fingers had been. This guy was dangerous, you weren't going to stay here or be treated like this. You get up to get away. “I don't think so. You aren't going to run away, are you? Like a frightened little girl.” He raises his eyes to you, and you are sure you can see the trace of a smirk on his face, but it's gone again in an instant. You feel very trapped and slowly edge backwards. You didn't want to prove him right, but you didn't want to be in the same room with him anymore. “Do you treat everyone like this?” You feel your anger rising. He had no right to treat people like this. How many before you had gone through this? You watch him cross the room, seeming oblivious at your delicate attempt to escape, to file some papers in a desk on the opposite side of the room. “Treat like what? I am only responding in kind to you. Ever since you arrived you have been taking cheap shots at me, back chatting and having inappropriate interactions with Eren Jaeger.” You stop, what had Eren got to do with this? Granted he found you and Eren on the floor desperately trying to tickle each other, but it it was only a bit of fun between friends. “We were having a laugh. For your information, Eren is the first friend I have had since the attack on wall Maria. I think I'm entitled to at least be his friend! Also, while we are at it, it has absolutely nothing to do with you.” He paced towards you, you back away from him until you hit the desk. Fuck, he had cornered you. “Nothing to do with me?” He was toe to toe with you looking directly in your eyes. They were steely blue, piercingly gorgeous, and could probably see into your soul if you had the time to pause and think. Usually, eyes had different flecks of colour, but his were monotone, muted and devoid, much like the person they belong to. He raises his hand, you close your eyes, waiting for him to strike you. It doesn't come, instead, your scarf is removed, and you feel a gentle touch your tender skin “I think it has everything to do with me.”

#levi #levi x reader #levi aot #attack on titan #levixreader #fanfiction #aot #aot fanfiction #aot fandom #levi fanfiction

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chibimultishipper · 5 years ago

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yolo, zerhys prompt. “He's my assassin, not yours.” (maybe ft. katagawa, even if hes just a mention, idk) im terrible at prompts lol

(Ask and you shall receive~ I use gender neutral pronouns for Zer0 btw)

Zer0 didn’t know why they were doing this.

No, scratch that, they knew exactly why they were doing this.

Zer0 looked up at the entrance of Maliwan. If they hadn’t been wearing their suit, a look of annoyance would be visible on their alien face. See, the reason they were here was a semi long story. The current CEO of Maliwan had recently threatened war against Atlas, the largest and most successful corporation currently residing on Promethea. Now normally Zer0 wouldn’t give a crap about corporations disputes. They weren’t a very political person, all they cared about was getting the job done and receiving any rewards promised to them. However, this was different. See, when your boyfriend happened to be the CEO of said largest corporation on Promethea, it was easy for your perspective to change. Maliwan’s threat of war was… inconvenient. Plus it was causing Rhys to stress out, and when Rhys was stressed, that meant less kisses and cuddles and Zer0 could just NOT let that slide! Zer0 would normally just let their boyfriend handle everything in relation to his company (unless it had to do with killing) but when Rhys had called them and asked if they would accompany him to this CEO meeting as a personal favor, well, who were they to say no?

The only issue right now was that Rhys was late. Very late.

Zer0 let out a sigh as they called Rhys on their Echo. It took a moment, but eventually he answered Before they had a chance to say anything Rhys quickly spit out “I know what you are going to say but I swear I am almost there!”

“I believe that you / stated you were ‘almost here”/ ten minutes ago.” Zer0 stated, their mask displaying a “:/” emoji.

“I know but this time I am REALLY almost there! 5 minutes tops!” Zer0 shook his head, unsure if they could believe him at this point. “Can you do me a favor?”

“This is a favor.” Zer0 pointed out in reference to them being here in the first place.

Rhys pouted on the other end. “You know what I mean.”

Zer0 sighed. “Depends what’s needed of me.”

Rhys smiled. “Could you maybe go in there and-”

“No. >:(“ Zer0 responded, breaking the haiku.

The pout appeared on Rhys face again. “Please? Just let him know I’m running a little late and, I don’t know chat him up? This Katagawa guy has been a real pain in my ass but I would really like to avoid all out war if I can. Please Ze? I’ll love you forever.”

“You already do.”

“I’ll love you even more!” Zer0 wanted to decline again, but it was hard to say no after seeing a look of pure distress on Rhys’ face.

“Fine. If you’re not here in ten/ minutes I’m leaving.”

“Deal! Thank you Ze, I owe you big I promise!” Zer0 didn’t say anything more, just followed up with a few emojis in quick succession.

“:/” “

Rhys’ red face could be seen over the communicator as he exclaimed Zer0’s name in embarrassment. Zer0 chuckled, before hanging up.

It was now or never. They walked into Malwain with little issue. It seemed that security had been expecting them so they walked right in, ignoring the whispers between the guards of their strange appearance. They were directed to CEO Katagawa’s office.

Upon hearing someone enter the room, Katagawa turned around grinning. “Rhys- I wait, you’re not Rhys.” The grin faltered a bit, but did not completely disappear.

“No, I am not him / Rhys’ is running behind now / He shall be here soon.”

Katagawa sighed. “The CEO of Atlas, late for such an important meeting? A bit unprofessional don’t you think? See this is why Atlas would run so much better under Maliwan. When he does finally arrive I can simply add this moment as another reason why he should just give up Atlas and merge with me.”

Zer0 didn’t quite enjoy the way Katagawa was ribbing into their partner, but since they didn’t want to risk angering the other CEO without knowing what Rhys plans were, they stayed silent.

Katagawa however, took that as a cue to continue talking.

“I mean Rhys seems kinda scatterbrained you know? Not exactly fit to run a whole cooperation. I mean, everything that happens to him is kinda based on luck don’t you think? If even half the rumors about him are true, everything that he has now is just due to luck! Finding the deed to Atlas, discovering alien technology to help build the company, and you.”

If Katagawa could see Zer0’s face, he could see that they were glaring. “What are you saying? >:( ”

Katagawa laughed. “I mean it’s pretty obvious right? Zer0- it’s Zer0 right? The only reason that you stick around with Rhys in the first place is because he has money right? There is no denying that you are a huge factor in his success! Any obstacle in his way and he can just rely on you to take care of it for him right? I doubt he does any of his own fieldwork.” Katagawa was getting closer. “That’s the only way to explain why you’ve stuck around so long isn’t it?”

Zer0 stayed silent, their fist clenched. The only thing keeping them composed at this moment was not wanting to ruin this meeting. This is why they hated diplomacy. One swift cut and Katagawa would be dead in moments and they wouldn’t even have to deal with this war issue. However Rhys insisted on doing things the “right way”. Zer0 questioned silently how the “right way” was more efficient.

Katagawa grinned again, now he was breaching Zer0’s personal space and there was no guarantee they could keep it together at this point. “Say, how about you work for me? Leave Atlas and Rhys. Whatever he pays you, I’ll double it. I can also provide you with better tech, maybe some sword upgrades? I promise I’ll make it worth your while!”

That’s it, they were gonna kill them. Just as Zer0 reached for their sword, they heard frantic footsteps behind them and the next thing they knew, Katagawa was on the ground clutching their cheek. A question mark appeared on Zer0′s helmet before they noticed that the person who had delivered the punch was their boyfriend.

“Hey! They’re my assassin not yours!” He yelled as he grabbed Zer0′s hand. “Fuck you Katagawa there is no way in HELL I am handing you Atlas or my date friend! If you want war, then you got it! Prepare for battle bitch!” And with that Rhys pulled Zer0 out of Maliwan headquarters.

It took a moment for Zer0 to fully process what they fuck just happened, but when the did, a smug “:)” reflected on their helmet. “‘Your assassin?’” Rhys turned towards Zer0, letting go of their hand. His face was red with a mix of embarrassment and anger. “Well I mean you- you’re not MINE because I don’t, own you or anything, you’re your own person. I just- sorry I just got carried away and that guy was just being an asshole-”

“I know what you meant :D” Zer0 reassured.

Rhys let out a sigh of relief. “Good good.” He paused, and then groaned. “Oh my god did I just declared war?” “Yes.” “On Maliwan?” “Yep.” “And I punched him!?” “Definitely.”

Rhys groaned again. “I can’t believe I did that. I can’t undo this! I was suppose to go in there and have calm discussion! Jeez I don’t know what came over me.”

“My knight in shining armor.

Rhys nudged them. “You’re not helping.”

Zer0 shrugged and grabbed his hand again. “Let us return home. / You can worry about him / tomorrow morning.”

Rhys frowned. “Zer0 I can’t, I have to go back to Atlas and-”

Zer0 shushed him. “Tomorrow. Tonight / we cuddle and focus on / self care. You need rest.”

Rhys seemed hesitant, but eventually he nodded. “Alright. I’ll worry about it tomorrow.” They walked in silence, completely content with each others company. “You know I REALLY hurt my hand when I punched him.”

“I know :D”

((If I slipped up with pronouns anywhere please let me know immediately so I can fix it! Sometimes I’ll accidently use Rhys’ him/his pronouns because I think I’m talking about him but I’m really talking about Zer0, same with Rhys.))

#zer0 #zerhys #zer0 the assassin #borderlands 3 #rhys #rhys strongfork #rhys the company man #long post

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thisbytchfastyeet · 5 years ago

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Sonic vc: What’s a relationship?

It’s a type of ship, right? Nah I kid. By liking this ad you give me basic bitch rights! Bombarding you with memes and messages and other funsies.

1.) Acquaintance: BELIEVE IT OR NOT PEOPLE Speed O’ Sound Sonic actually has the knack for diplomacy. Well.. diplomacy would be the wrong word to use here. If he’s not hired to kill you or he doesn’t have a vendetta against you, then most likely he’ll come off as being really.. docile. Sorta not really giving a crap about who you are? But also not seeking your destruction either? Which is a good thing! Acquaintances are people he’s never met, people he meets on the streets or out in the woods while he’s training. He’ll probably share his food with them and idly chat until its back to killin’ he goes

2.) Friends: “Friendship” is not in his dictionary. Sonic doesn’t have friends. He doesn’t do friends. He doesn’t trust well enough to bother forming bonds. The only thing he trusts in is his abilities as a highly skilled ninja proficient in the art of espionage and m u r d e r. He is a product of the environment he grew up in. He was taught never to trust. Taught that friendship was a lie and making friends is bad mmkay. However, with enough development it is possible for him to sorta.. kinda.. maybe.. think someone is okay. Just okay! He won’t ever admit they’re friends. No! But he’ll come around like a stray cat and chill or pester your muse or whatever. You can expect constant break-ins and the invasion of space if, yanno... sorta kinda maybe possibly might think someone is cool

3.) Allies: The term “ally” is loosely used. An ally is a means to an end. It’s not permanent. If it just so happens that Sonic and another character are facing the same foe together then he’ll team up with said character in order to bring their opponent down. If he can work with Saitama (his canon rival) in order to eliminate a high ranking monster then he's able to consider another person as an “ally”. Doesn’t matter if he hates a character or not, if they prove useful to him then he’ll use them to reach his end goals!

4.) Enemies/Rivals: Im gonna go ahead and clump these two together for now since becoming his enemy and/or his rival is probably the most common thing to achieve? They’re kinda one in the same really. If a characters is strong enough to beat or humiliate him then they’re automatically his rival. If your muse is his rival he will not stop, he will not rest, he will not be at pace until he’s successfully eliminated them! His pride can’t allow someone to live who’s gotten the better of him, and his quest for their demise will further intensify if he consistently fails. He’ll go to extreme measures and do whatever it takes to bring your muse down. I should also warn that Sonic is obsessive. He’s persistent. He will stalk his enemy so if you’re not comfortable with this then I advise you to steer clear from this option ^^

5.) Lovers: hahahahahah no

6.) Sparring Partners: Sonic is always looking to better himself. He wants to become stronger. He seeks to hone his skills and techniques and create better strategies with which he can use to destroy his enemies! Typically he trains alone but on the rare occasion ( and if he deems a character worthy ) he’ll use someone to spar with.

7.) Strictly business: Sonic is skilled in more ways than one! He often forms contracts with high ranking individuals/bosses/businesses for a plethora of reasons and while under contract he takes his job very seriously. So long as the pay is good and he get paid on time he’ll carry out any job or dirty work his employer has for him

8.) Heroes/Villains: Tbh he despises them both. Heroes are a bunch of fools seeking attention and villains are no better. Sonic is very much a lone wolf in the matter who never takes sides in anything he does unless he’s getting paid or unless it benefits him. If a villain tries to recruit him he’ll tell them off. If a hero tries to bring him in he’ll defeat and possibly mock them once they’re beaten. He doesn’t have the time for the whole “good” and “bad” nonsense. He’s too busy making gains. If your muse is either one of these consider them on Sonic’s don’t interact list >:3 but also consider interacting with Sonic

9.) Misc: Do you have other ideas? Lets plot!

#「❛✵I NEED TO RETREAT FOR NOW AND FIND A WEAPON | OOC」#isola rp ad #this is half assed thrown together sjthjksht i'll revise it once i have more time

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strawberrychocletysundae · 5 years ago

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ii wrote a little ship thing for charlson! It’s much better to read it on my ao3(link in the about) because tumblr is being a fuck and won’t let it be seen so technically im posting this again. Anyway, I hope you all like it! And please be sure to leave constructive criticism if you have any!

Hm.

The smell from the flowers is so sweet, it almost caught him off guard when he walked into the shop. Gosh, hopefully his allergies won’t start up. He would hate to look like such a sneezing mess in public.

The shop reminded Wilson of a little cabin, homey and bit nostalgic with the jazz music that played through the shop’s speakers. Flowers of all sorts of beautiful arrangements filled the wooden stands. Some were even in little pots, hanging on the ceiling. As elaborate as the arrangements were, he was just trying to look for a simple flower that would light up his apartment. Maybe that pink camellia over there? Oh but the price… He’ll have to look for something cheaper. That lilac has such a wonderful magenta hue! It would look great on the kitchen table! Ok but that forget-me-not is also pretty nice too-

Argh! How indecisive can he be?! And all of this for a flower? Wilson frustratingly tapped his foot to the rhythm of the music. Those valerians are super pretty… And those daffodils would make a good combination with it- Wait can’t he just pick those from the ground? He doesn’t have to pay for something that he can get for free.

It wasn’t long until his attention turned to an interesting arrangement of roses. He wasn’t sure why, but it captivated him. Could it be how they layered onto each other? Or the lovely colors? The red circling the yellow, kissed with the tiniest hint of the ruby color. And to top it off, a single lavender rose right in the middle. He quietly eyed it; a sense of longing filled his mind.

… She would have loved this.

Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the giant blue vase heading towards him. Wilson… The vase is getting closer… Oh god, he’s too distracted… OH GOD WILSON-

The vase collided onto his back, the force sending him down on the ground. “Oh gosh, I’m really sorry!” The speaker behind the vase quickly set it down near an empty table. “I didn’t mean to bump into you!”

That voice… It’s… Familiar. “No no, it’s quite alright. I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t see you were coming” he awkwardly laughed while avoiding their gaze. Gosh this so embarrassing

“Here, let me help you up” the person offered their hand. Wilson grabbed it and was pulled back up.

“Thank you for that. Sorry for-“ he side-eyed the person. Wait. He did a massive double-take and his eyes widened. Oh my god, same face, same voice. “C-Charlie?” his voice was breathless, completely shocked at the sight before him.

“Wilson?”

“I-I-I” is this real? Could this really be his Charlie? Oh won’t someone pinch him he must be dreaming! Wilson nodded his head, his eyes on the verge of tears. “Oh, Charlie I- achoo”

Ah crap.

His sneezes became more erratic as his eyes became a waterfall. Seriously? Out of any moment in time, why did his allergies have to start now? “Achoo- Char- achoo” is he crying or just having bad allergies? Maybe both. Whatever it is, Wilson slowly became an utter sneezing mess.

Charlie handed him a box of tissues from the front counter. “Hey,” she whispered as she caressed his cheek “how bout we get away from all these flowers, ok?”

There were some small sniffles as he wiped his tears away. By now this man looked like an ugly crying cat who also had a bad pollen allergy “...ok”

🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕🎕

Wilson blew his nose as Charlie leaned back on the concrete wall. She had brought him to the back of the store, where there’s no pollen but instead, the cold, foggy, grey world of the city. But it’s near the dumpster with rotting flowers so… Hopefully that won’t bother him.

“It’s been so long. How’ve you been? How’s everyone else?”

“Oh! Um…” Wilson threw away the used tissues. “Everyone’s trying to get into the swing of things. Some got their dream jobs, others are working towards it, the kids are all home-schooled by Ms. Wickerbottom when she’s off from her library, I think Willow and Wx are wandering around exploring the modern world” a smile appeared on Wilson’s face as he thought about his friends.

”And as for me, I’m working two jobs trying to save up for going back to graduate school” It definitely is tiring, especially with their long hours. But hey, it pays the bills.

“Oh really?” she clasped her hands together as she giggled “that’s great I’m so happy for all of you!”

He chuckled and began to admire his love. Stars, she’s beautiful. And her giggle? Music to his ears! He began blushing, just losing himself in her eyes. How happy he was to see her, safe and sound. After all this time…

After all this time…

How di-

“Charlie?”

“Yes honey?”

“How did you escape?” He tugged on the strings of his sweater. Hm… Nervous. “The last time I saw you it was with everyone at the portal… And you said you had to stay behind and... Yeah”

There was a moment of silence between them, the sound of cars passing by, filling the empty void. The old queen rubbed her arm, thinking about the time spent in complete isolation. No new survivors appeared. Nothing fell from the sky. Only the shadows kept her company in the vast emptiness of the Constant. “It’s a bit hard to explain”

Shit. Did he open up a big wound? “Yo-ou don’t have to ta-alk about it i-if you don’t want to” he stumbled over his words.

“No no, it’s fine” she smiled, attempting to show him no harm done. “Let’s see… Where to begin” The beginning, middle, or the end? Maybe a short summary would do. “Well, when you guys left, They managed to destroy the Gateway, so I won’t have the chance to follow suit” she fiddled with the pockets from her apron. “Literally nothing was salvageable, everything was turned into goopy nightmare fuel”

“Oh…” Stars. How hellbent where these things on keeping her behind? “Then what did you do?”

“For a while, nothing” her voice became low and quiet as she watched the clouds pass by. “When the Gateway was destroyed, my hopes immediately came crashing down. I wasn’t sure if there were even other ways of getting out. So I just sulked around the Constant” And how boring and lonely it all was. A queen without any subjects and an empty kingdom. “Then one day, I got tired and finally stood up to Them… By fighting them”

“Wh- I- CHARLIE OH MY GOD! DID YOU GET HURT?!”

“Um… yeah I kinda did. And it was pretty painful, to be honest, ha ha” ha ha. Ha ha. Awkward laughter “But! In the end, I managed to win!” She grinned triumphantly “Bet that taught ‘em a lesson or two!”

“I bet it did” he chuckled. Some of the anxiety he felt washed away. But he’s still not over the fact that his girlfriend beat the shit out of a shadow hivemind. “Then what happened?”

“Hm. That part is a bit foggy. The last thing I can remember is that I woke up back in San Francisco. And that’s all”

Wilson leaned on Charlie’s shoulder. “You’ve been through so much,” his voice, soft and whispery “and now you’re finally free. Darling, I’m so happy to see you safe and sound”

“I am too” she ran her fingers through his hair “We can finally be together without any stress of constant survival”

“Everyone can get second chances”

“Be happier”

“Safer”

“And They won’t hurt us again” she turned to Wilson and smiled “I’m sure of it”

He smiled back at her “I guess our determination really overshadowed Them, huh?”

Charlie giggled “I guess it did” she leaned down and planted a kiss on his forehead.

Wilson gently pulled her into a soft hug, nuzzling her. The old queen crouched down and nestled into it, hugging him back a bit tighter. They silently stayed in each other’s arms, not wanting to let go.

Reunited at last.

Nothing stopping them, nothing to harm them, nothing at all.

Everything is going to be okay.

#charlson//#dont starve #dont starve wilson #dst #dont starve charlie #ds charlie #ds wilson #wilson p. higgsbury #my writing and shit #a second reblog i guess

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bigskydreaming · 6 years ago

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Whats Nightwing and Deathstroke's dynamic? Why does it make you wince? Im not very familiar with it.

Nightwing and Slade actually have a really interesting and compelling dynamic in a lot of ways, that can be really good when written well and really terrible when not. My biggest issue is it is that its not sexual in the comics (Slade is a good thirty years older than him) or in other adaptations that have a version of it, like the Teen Titans cartoon. But fandom being fandom, Dick/Slade is a bigger ship than like, half his actual canon ships, so any new take on it always comes with a big sigh at all the new Dick/Slade shipping that’s gonna crop up or have a resurgence cuz of it. And I’m annoyed enough with YJ right now that I’m not giving them the benefit of the doubt that they’ll do anything new or interesting with it that’s worth having to wade through pages of new Dick/Slade noncon in the months afterwards. Its a ship that generates a lot of non-con fic in particular, or at least my old favorite, ‘dubcon’, with the dubious part of the consent referring to the fact that it usually involves mind control or brainwashing, both tropes that show up a lot in their interactions anyway. (Not that there’s anything dubious about this NOT allowing for consensual anything, just that people love to call it dubcon because….fuck if I know).

But anyway….in the comics, Deathstroke is a mercenary who’s one of the Titans’ earliest and most iconic enemies. Though at various times and depending on who’s writing him, he’s sometimes an antihero and even a semi-trusted ally of the Titans (usually with Dick specifically), other times a villain but with his own personal code of honor that means he won’t help the Titans or other heroes but he’ll refuse to take jobs that would pit him against them, and other times he’s full on remorseless and sadistic villain who hates them all and wants them all dead.

He also had three kids, his son Grant (the first Ravager), his younger son Joseph (Jericho) and his youngest, their half-sister Rose (the second Ravager). Basically, the first time he interacted with the Titans was when the supervillain group HIVE put out a contract to have the Titans all killed. Slade turned them down cuz of his personal honor code and how young the Titans were, but his son Grant accepted the contract in exchange for HIVE giving him superpowers to help him fulfill it. The process didn’t work right though, and when fighting the Titans, Grant’s powers overloaded and killed him.

Slade blamed the Titans for this, and vowed to finish the contract and kill them as some twisted way of honoring Grant. He doesn’t do Logic so good, well no, its more like he doesn’t really do parenting so good, as in he tends to have fuck all to do with his kids 364 days of the year, but then something bad happens to one of them and suddenly he thinks he’s Dad of the Year and going 0 to Homicidal in six seconds flat is the way to make up for all the times he’s let them down or screwed them over, instead of just…not Doing That.

So Slade recruited a young meta named Tara Markov (yup, that one) and trained her as his apprentice specifically to help him get revenge on the Titans. At his prompting, she joined the Titans as a spy for him, feeding him intel and plotting against them in one of the best known comicbook storylines of all time, The Judas Contract. It was up there with some of the X-Men’s best known stories like the Dark Phoenix Saga and Days of Future Past. (In the 80s actually, the Titans comic book was almost as popular as Uncanny X-Men at the time. Like way more than the Justice League. They were DC’s big hitters, popularity wise - specifically the lineup that for the most part was centered around Dick, Donna, Starfire, Beast Boy, Cyborg and Raven, with other members like the original Titans and later ones like Pantha and Wildebeest coming and going at various points in the 80s too).

Ultimately, Tara made her move and betrayed the Titans, enabling Slade to kidnap each of them one by one and turn them over to the HIVE….all except for Dick. In the meanwhile, he was approached by Slade’s ex-wife Adeline Kane - who has an equally all over the place dynamic with Slade, like sometimes she’s his worst enemy and other times she’s manipulating events behind the scenes to help him without him knowing, because she still loves him…it basically just depends on who’s writing her, same as with Slade. Also, Kane is Adeline’s maiden name, she’s distantly related to Kate Kane aka Batwoman in some extremely complicated manner I can never remember, but that’s mostly just trivia. I can’t remember a time its ever been relevant to a story, and it has nothing to do with Slade’s interactions with Dick.

ANYWAY. Point being, so Adeline, who blames and hates Slade at this time for their son Grant’s death, along with their other son Joey, seek out Dick and offer their help rescuing the Titans and defeating Slade. Joey is a metahuman as a result of Slade’s altered DNA (he has regenerative powers and is actually immortal, due to experiments the army did on him while he was a soldier). So Joey was born with powers although they didn’t activate until he was a young adult. His codename was Jericho and his power lets him possess peoples’ bodies. He’s also mute, and I’m half expecting him to show up in YJ fairly soon. If not this season then hinted at by the end of it. Also wouldn’t surprise me if they had plans to have him be gay in the YJ universe. He’s a character who was coded as gay practically from his debut. Joey/Dick is actually probably Dick’s oldest and most enduring slash ship, for the record.

So Joey works with Dick to rescue the Titans and defeat Slade, who’s captured and goes on trial for kidnapping the Titans. Joey ends up joining the Titans in the aftermath, and Adeline’s yay good, this was my Sekrit Plan all along, I did all this solely in the hopes that you would end up a superhero and have positive influences and not end up a murdering douchebag of flexible morality like your dad cuz fuck that guy, am I right Titans?

Did Adeline really just do all of that because she wanted her son to have more friends? Like…idk honestly it could go either way. Like….it IS the kind of thing she would do, tbh, so its as likely she was telling the truth as it is she just wanted to screw Slade one last time to avenge Grant and then was like hey if I take credit for my kid ending up a Titan now, I could probably play the “you owe me one” card later if I ever need to. Addy does like handing out “you owe me one” cards, just to be safe. Never know when you might need one.

The thing all this has to do with Dick is like, so it basically ended up being Dick versus Slade in the big finale, while Joey was rescuing the others and helping them face off against Tara. And for whatever reason - with multiple takes on this offered by multiple writers in the decades since - something about Dick just stuck with Slade and he’s had a kinda fascination with him ever since. Like he’s always talking about how much more he could teach Dick than what he already learned from Bruce, trying to convince him he’s got a killer instinct that Bruce just suppressed and its holding him back, blah blah, like saying he’s good, but Slade could make him great, so he surpasses both Bruce and Slade. TBH, he spends WAY more time obsessing about Dick and getting Dick to join him than he bothers paying attention to his own kids.

It really isn’t inherently sexual though, its a weird kinda pseudo father/son, pseudo mentor/mentee type thing. And its not entirely one-sided, because Dick at various times IS…tempted? Kinda? Like whenever Dick’s having some kind of crisis of conscience, or he’s pissed at Bruce or is questioning the effectiveness of superheroes or why they do the things they do or what does it all matter blah blah blah like omg I love you Dick, I really do, but sometimes you are such a drama queen, my god, blast some My Chemical Romance, experiment with drugs and chill out already, its not that deep. (LOL I kid. Well mostly). But point being, every once in awhile something happens that puts Dick in a funk and makes him second guess himself, and he spends like….a month being convinced he should reinvent himself as the anti-Bruce, that’s the solution, and this usually sends him in search of Slade except he’s always like ‘OH FANCY MEETING YOU HERE, THIS IS TOTALLY RANDOM AND NOT ON PURPOSE’.

And Slade likes to take any opportunity to try and convince him like BE A BAD GUY DICK, KILL PEOPLE FOR MONEY, ALL THE COOL KIDS ARE DOING IT. Except inevitably Slade does something that pisses Dick off and Dick snaps out of it and is like NO, IM A HERO AND THIS IS BAD, I REMEMBER NOW AND I’LL NEVER JOIN YOU, YOU’RE NOT MY REAL DAD I HATE YOU! And then they fight again, but with swords, not words, and then they’re like crap, we’re too well matched, this is going nowhere, you’re a worthy opponent, the only one I can truly respect, blah blah and then they call a breather and Slade’s like hey kid, wanna grab a beer and Dick’s like yeah but only if you promise not to kill anyone. And Slade’s like ugh fine.

And then Slade’s all, look kid, its been fun but its time you went home to your real family and your real life, this isn’t you, you’re a hero, I can’t try and turn you into something you’re not, its Wrong. And Dick’s like….umm yeah, I know, I literally JUST said that, how hard did I hit you? And Slade’s like NO SHHH, DONT TRY AND ARGUE, GO, YOU GO NOW, GO ON, LIVE YOUR LIFE, YOU DONT BELONG HERE IN THE DARK WITH ME, YOU’RE ONE OF THE GOOD ONES, GO BACK TO YOUR OWN KIND.

And Dick’s like no seriously dude, I already called my dad to come pick me up, what are you even on right now, are we having the same conversation?

Slade, sobbing paternally: I HAVE TO LET YOU GO, ALL I EVER DO IS HURT MY KIDS, I’M A TERRIBLE FATHER, ITS NO WONDER JOEY HATES ME.

And then Dick awkwardly slips out while Slade’s mid monologue, with his head thrown back yelling up at the sky and shaking his fists like WHY GOD WHY IS THIS THE WORLD WE LIVE IN WHY - because the thing about Slade is he’s actually even MORE of a drama queen than Dick, he just hides it better. Most of the time. But seriously tho.

Anyway yeah, this is like…a pattern with them basically. And Slade’s like, you’ve inspired me, I see in you the man I could’ve become, maybe even that I can still be, and he like doubles down on his personal honor code and becomes a Mercenary With A Heart for a couple years and even helps out the Titans every now and then (basically just whenever Dick’s in trouble and he goes on a killing spree, like NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO MURDER MY KIDS BUT ME - also by this point in time, Joey had died because Slade literally killed him, I forget why, it was a dumb story, but its okay Joey came back, its not like his name is Uncle Ben. But yeah, killing his kids is kinda a thing with Slade too, and he’s very proprietary about it).

And then he falls off the wagon and is like fuck, I forgot how much I like murder, ugh, you should have never tried to make me change, THIS IS WHO I AM, and Dick’s just like….I literally do not know where you’re getting these conversations from, like am I there when you think we’re having them, am I just blacking out…do I need to see a doctor??? And Slade’s like YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU EVER MET ME, GRAYSON, FROM NOW ON I AM THE TITANS’ MORTAL ENEMY and runs off all dramatically while Dick’s like…..wut, and all the other Titans are like srsly, dude, what is WITH you too, and Dick’s all I DON’T EVEN KNOW, HE’S JUST LIKE THAT.

In all seriousness though, ultimately my take on their dynamic is that for Slade, Dick’s a combination of seeing himself and Grant in Bruce and Dick’s dynamic, and its like….all about his regret and missed opportunities. Like, he tends to be super judgey of Bruce and critical of how he trains (and raises Dick) and passive aggressively like *I* would never do that and Dick just kinda lifts an eyebrow and is all, you’ve literally killed two of your three kids.

But like, Slade kinda views himself as the anti-Batman and thus Dick is inadvertently cast as Grant, but its like Slade can never decide if he thinks Bruce is actually holding Dick back from his full potential and he wants to push Dick the way he thinks Bruce refuses to, or if like, he blames Bruce for getting Dick involved in this life, the same life that got Grant killed, and wants to protect Dick from Bruce and from the same thing happening to him. So its this weird mix of Slade manipulating Dick sometimes and pushing him way further than even Bruce ever does and saying its for his own good, but also randomly mixed in there are these bouts of extreme protectiveness, and there’s like zero rhyme or reason to which he is on any given day and there’s never any way to predict where Slade will land and so it always fucks with Dick’s head in a big way, he’s like…I’m getting whiplash.

And then on Dick’s end, like, the thing about Dick like I’ve mentioned before is he’s a huge people pleaser? Like he’s a very empathetic caretaker type personality who sinks a huge amount of his identity into being everything for everyone, to the extent that he tends to lose sight of himself in the process, sometimes. And he’s also a perfectionist who was raised with the most demanding father of all demanding fathers ever, and has a lot of abandonment issues and insecurities that Bruce’s mutant power is to trip over and set off in the worst possible ways.

And so I think the reason Dick keeps seeking Slade out every now and then is not because he ACTUALLY wants to ever take Slade up on his offer and genuinely become his apprentice or partner and like, turn his back on how he was raised. I think the point of it for Dick is the fact that each and every time he ends up affirming for himself no, wait, this ISN’T actually what I want, I just needed to be reminded of that, to remember that. That he always pulls himself back before going too far. And at the same time, I do think on some level he likes that Slade is this kinda constant in his life, that at the end of the day Slade is like…so fixated on his potential and his achievements and his worth as a fighter and a hero, because like….Dick Grayson is a person who craves validation but will never ask for it ever.

And he’s one of those people who everyone is just so USED to liking without even thinking about it that it never occurs to them when talking amongst themselves about how great he is, that they forget to say this to his actual face? And so he never hears it? And never asks for it, because gasp, then people might think he’s needy, and that would be bad, so he mostly just goes and sulks in his apartment about how nobody likes him and he’s terribad. Except for Slade. Slade always compliments him on what a good fighter and what a good planner and what a good leader he is, so hmm wonder what he’s doing. He hasn’t committed any crimes in six months and I can’t find any reason to track him down and bring him in? Ugh, that asshole. Okay, ummm, I guess I could tell him I’m thinking of turning evil again, I haven’t done that in a couple years, he’d probably buy it.

And then later Bruce is pacing around the Batcave wrathfully shaking his fist, like “Damn that man and his sick hold over my son, if only I knew how he keeps getting his hooks into you!”

And Dick basically shrugs and plays games on his phone. “He mostly just tells me I’m special, and that’s nice to hear.”

Bruce, still pacing and ranting and fist shaking: “What kind of evil genius is he, how master a manipulator he must be to be able to get inside your head and upend your normal views of right and wrong, to make you entertain these ideas of working with him, learning from him…”

Dick: No its seriously just the saying nice things about me bit. I like that.

Bruce: If only I had a code word or phrase I could use to snap you out of whatever brainwashing he seems to be able to affect you with any time you come near him, perhaps some kind of alien tech….

Dick: You could try “I’m proud of you, son.” I mean if you’re taking suggestions.

Bruce: There’s also the possibility of a magical component to consider, blast, I hate working with magic so of course he WOULD do something like that, ugh I suppose I could ask Zatanna or Jason Blood for help there…

Dick: Cool cool, well this has been a fun and productive chat as always, so you keep doing…all that…and meanwhile I’m gonna go ponder my fixation on father figures who are 100% more committed to obsessing over their failures as a parent than like…actual parenting of their actual kids.

Bruce, ten minutes later: Dick? Where are you? DID SLADE GET TO YOU AGAIN? RIGHT UNDER MY NOSE? CURSE THAT MAN AND HIS UNNATURAL SKILLS, HOW DOES HE DO IT??!?

Anyway, that’s Slade and Dick. There’s also the whole Renegade thing, when Dick asked for Slade’s help in infiltrating the Society of Super Villains in his fake villain identity as Renegade, with you know, lots of Slade trying to corrupt him and also trying to murder any supervillains who looked as his not!son the wrong way.

And then there was the time Slade brought his daughter Rose to Dick to train and said he couldn’t teach her himself because his track record with training his kids and them not ending up dead is like, not good, and he’s superstitious or something? Idk, I forget his logic, it was probably bad though.

And Slade was like, I only trust you to be a competent teacher for my daughter, I want you to teach her everything you know! Except for like, being a hero. None of that nonsense. I FORBID you from trying to make my daughter into a hero or the deal is off. (The deal being that if Dick did this, Slade would not do crime in Dick’s city for a year).

And Dick was like, you got a deal. I will train Rose but there will be NO trying to make her a hero, I swear. /he said while crossing his fingers behind his back because duh.

And Slade was like okay, fine, you got a deal, I will absolutely still do crime and be villainous but only in every place except for Bludhaven specifically. /he said while crossing his fingers behind his back because duh.

And then Dick tried to make Rose a hero and then Slade blew up Bludhaven and that was definitely a thing, so…yeah.

In summation, Slade and Dick are weird but also very interesting but also if we get another rehash of the Renegade/apprentice arc aka the Teen Titans cartoon adaptation of that story aka the single most popular Dick Grayson fic trope of all time, like….I swear I will probably get a brain bleed.

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Going back home ( Jaylor Fanfiction )

On the 26th of April Taylor swift was back at her home in Nashvile. Its been about 15 years since she moved here. Its the city of music, her big break, her home town. She drove down some nastolgic roads that gave her a crap load of feels, before turning on the road to go home. You can change your looks, get a recorde deal, seal some albums, make lots of money, and use a different name; you can always come back home. She pulls into the the driveway, takes the short walk to the front door, where Joe was waiting for her. He pulls her into his arms, kisses her neck. She couldnt even hang up her caot, before he gets all sweet with her. She kicks off her shoes, leaves them at the door. He always greets her; holds her, like a true gentlemen. "Welcome home babe." She gave him a deepened kiss on the lips, not wanting to let it go. She got to come home to him every single night, after a long day of work at the studio. He sweeps her up in his arms, carries her to the sofa. She tucks her chin undereaths his, as her messy hair flops behind his cute face. How did she get so lucky, to have this man all to herself?. She asked that question almost every day. He can read right through her mind, see the worries and anixety creeping up on those perfect little dimples. He strokes his finger through her messy blonde hair. "What do you have to worry about, babe?." He hated seeing her so worked up, worried all the time. She should know by now that hes not going to leave, unless he wants her too. So far she has not asked him to. He counts down the days when they will have that massive fight, say things they dont mean, slam doors at each other, break up. Over the past years he has had to put up with a lot. Her crazy, mixed up world, and the tabliods. The headlines have been worse, then he could cope with at first. People assumed that they would be nothing more than a summer fling, or friends with benifits. After one interview with a french guy, - who miss interupted his own words. That hurt Taylor, because words can be twisted, to make things look uglier then they appear. He spent months trying to make it up to her. She was insecure / unsure of where there relationship was even headed. He surprised her with a romantic date night at the house. He ordered take-out, instead of cooking dinner. He went to the door, paied the pizza guy, grabbed the pizza boxes. He ordered Candian bacon, all meat, supereme. Taylor smiled at his efforts. She was being over-dramatic, senstive about the interview. She did not like it when other tabliods dissing there relationship. She is not a whore, or a slut. "Do you still think that I am a slut?." She asked him. He scanned her face for more answers. He was lost in a sea of confusion. He would never think of her in that mannor. He pulls up the interview, which has gotten more attention over the past couple of months. "Taylor swift is a slut, a whore. For sleeping around with a british man who is twice her age." He read the tabliod headlines, turned off his phone. He was not happy how this interview turned out. He strickly meant that they were not excluisive, it was none of there dam bussiness to know every detail of there relationship. "Babe, you are not a whore, or a slut. I meant to say---" Joe could not even finish his sentance before she cut him off. "Its just a fancy term for sleeping around. After all I have a ton of ex-lovers. Who knows how many of them have been in my bed." Joe rubs his hands through his hair, unsure of what to say or do that will convince her otherwise. Yes they have slept together, it means much more to him then really great sex. Which is nice. To him its an act of love, when you give up apart of yourself to the person you love most of all in this universe. He would never kiss and tell to the tabliods like that. Its not who he is. He grabs Taylors arm, but she pulled away from him. This was it. The fight that played over, over in his head. He was not going to let her run away. She storms out of the back door, runs down the long driveway, gets into her car, cries as her head rests on the sterring wheel. She did not want to leave the house like this, its not like he came after her; how surprising. »»————-　★　————-««»»————-　★　————-««»»————-　★　————-«« Joe ran after her, was out of breath by the time he caught up. He found her sobbing in her vechile. He hated seeing her cry like this. He opens up the passenger door, climbs in. "Im so sorry, babe. I will never talk about our relationship ever again. I promise. Please dont leave me. I dont want you to walk out of my life." She would have caved right then, - and there, forgiven him. She did just that. She missed him. She crawls out of her seat, plops into his lap, cries even more. He held onto her, never letting go. She was surprised that he came after her, none of the other guys ever did. She rubbed her nose against his, lets the emotions sink in. She would never have to worry about losing him. »»————-　★　————-««»»————-　★　————-««»»————-　★　————-«« Back inside, things finally calmed down after the storm. Taylor allowed Joe back on the sofa, he sits at the end of her feet, massages them. She closes her eyes, realxes. You are everything, I need. She had no words to say that to him. Two souls like them find each other through the blackness, Your never really alone. She stared into his deep blue eyes, Its like he was gazing straight into her soul. He rubs her feet, with cooco oils, lavender secented butter rubs. She felt more at ease. She wraps her arms around his neck, massages his shoulders. This was one of those perfect nights together. Where they were not ordered to go anywhere. He did not have to leave, fly back all the way to London. He lived here with her most days. He had to fly back, go on jobs, interviews, or photoshoots. "I love you babe." "I love you more babe." Taylors favorite two words to hear. 'I love you.' meant more than his own name. It was there way of connecting the magical feeling in the air, letting it float. She never would get enough of it. "Sorry for being over-dramatic." Taylor had deep insecurities, that made her seem high sprung, over-dramatic, completely mad because of the tabliods. They created this persona a few years ago, of who they think she should be, Who she really is a person / musican. "You are not over-dramatic babe. Not in the least. I love you just the way you are." Joe hated it the way the tabliods slammed her. He saw what it did to her self-estmee. She was not over-dramatic or taroizing. Sure she can get crazy when they fight. He is the most amazing, hard working, selfless, caring person hes ever known. "Thanks babe." "Anytime, babe."

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