#but whatever she yelled and showed me a knife and menaced me to kick me out

[justaholeinmysoul]

Lol my narc mom freaked out badly bc I told her that it's not a good thing to go grocery shopping during holidays since she could've bought stuff in advance and she'll be doing a pic nice while cashiers etc have to work. She popped a fucking vein

[c-rose2081]

Finding Home

Chapter 1 [Part 1] (Dave & Roxie)

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“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

The chopper pilot’s voice was stolen by the wind as Roxie and Dave leaned out the side door to have a look at Isla Nublar approaching on the horizon, “this is a suicide mission! You’ll probably die! I can take you back to the mainland right now!”

“Not a chance!” Roxie yelled back to him, tightening the backpack they had filled with rations and camping gear for the trip, “I’ve waited three years for this! Drop us there, on the North Shore!”

“You’re both crazy!” The pilot complained, turning the chopper anyway to begin descent towards the Island, “I’ll be back in four days for you! If you’re not there, I’ll assume you’re dead and leave without you. This is an unsafe fly-zone!”

“Just do as the lady says!” Dave called through the wind, clinging to the doorframe and his own backpack of supplies, “you don’t wanna be on her bad side!”

“It’s your money, amigos! I won’t be landing here though, you’ll have to jump for it!”

Nodding affirmatives, and with Dave throwing up his thumb, the pilot shook his head in disbelief and lowered the chopper down close to the shore. In the midst of billowing sand clouds, Dave and Roxie leapt from the chopper and onto the beach. Their boots sunk in the soft dunes, and ache from the landing quivered up into their knees. But as they turned, they could only see the bottom of the chopper’s blue and white cabin as it rose back up into the pristine sky.

“We made it,” Roxie breathed, brushing herself off and turning to look at the jungle ahead of them, “we’re actually here.”

“You know he’s right though,” Dave commented, ruffling his hair as to shake away sand grains, “we could get eaten before four days is up. We might not even get past today.”

“I’d rather die trying then never have tried at all,” Roxie shot back, “you’re not getting cold feet, are you?”

“No. Just making an observation, that’s all. So, where exactly are we?”

Removing a folded paper from her interior pocket, Roxie scanned the map of the island. There was a red X on their landing spot, and the place they’d have to get to should they catch the chopper again.

“We’re here, on the north shore,” Roxie said, pointing to the spot and tapping it, “Camp is...was...just across the main Gyrosphere paddock here. It’s a straight shot, we could get there before nightfall,”

“And what if we encounter a dinosaur before then?”

“We shouldn’t if all the fences are still up. A Compy or two perhaps,”

Dave didn’t appear to agree with her assessment of the situation, as his normally loose and humorous brows furrowed up into his hairline. But he said nothing on it, merely exhaled a puff of air and nodded.

“Ok. You have the map memorized, you lead the way.”

“Keep close to me,” Roxie insisted, reaching out her hand for Dave to take and giving the warm palm a solid squeeze, “this place has probably grown a lot in three years. It’ll be a miracle if there’s anything left to see,”

Walking carefully into the underbrush, the mission was officially underway. Roxie wasn’t sure what she was expecting upon finally getting back here. After all, it felt like a lifetime ago. She could memorize and map all the trails and access roads she wanted, but jurassic undergrowth was a menace. For a while, the two of them walked in silence, listening to a slight breeze which rustled the leaves in the canopy. They strained their ears for noises which sounded out of place, but there was nothing but nature.

“So...” Dave spoke up eventually to break the silence, nearly giving Roxie a heart attack, “have you thought about it?”

“It?” Her heart jumped at the oddity of the question. Of course, she knew what it was, and the truth was that she had put quite a bit of thought into it.

But marriage?

It was a lot to take in.

“Though I appreciate your transparency on the matter, love. I’m not sure this is the right time to be having this conversation,” Roxie managed out finally, placing each word together as though pulled from a scrabble bag.

“I don’t see why not,” Dave complained jovially, “I mean, it’s kinda romantic being out here with you. And we don’t have much else to talk about,”

“I hate when you make good points,” Roxie mumbled under her breath, only to stop and slam her arm out for Dave to halt as well, “hold on,”

“What?”

“Shh...I hear something,”

Roxie listened hard again, and for a second she thought maybe she’d just imagined it. But then, somewhere in the distance, was a familiar guttural roar. But it wasn’t my dinosaur which Roxie knew. No, this roar was something else...something far more familiar.

“Is that a car?”

“Rox...”

“No, no I’m serious,” listening harder, Dave was moving across the ground, causing it to crunch under his feet.

“Roxie...”

“It’s an engine. But that not possible...”

“Roxanne!”

Whipping her head up, Roxie was just in time to duck as something was swung at her head. The whoosh of air made the skin on her ears tingle as the attacker pulled back for another go. In a blur of motion, Dave reached up a hand and grabbed whatever was being swung, only to grunt as a foot made contact with his exposed chest and sent him reeling backwards.

“Dave!” Roxie cried, wincing in solidarity as her boyfriend hit the ground with a moan of pain. She was just in time to move as a baseball bat nearly crashed into her outstretched arm, and she realized finally that this wasn’t any animal attacking them, but another human being.

Shuffling backwards to put a few more feet between her and the newcomer, Roxie wondered how they hadn’t seen or heard them coming. Hidden in the deep indigo shadows of the trees, a pair of shining green eyes stared out intently.

“W-we don’t mean you any harm,” Roxie said, grappling for the pepper spray hooked via carabiner to her backpack strap, “please. We’re here to help,”

The stranger said nothing, merely shuffled closer as the baseball bat in their hand dragged across the dirt. To Roxie’s surprise, it fell to the ground with a wooden clunk a moment later. For a second, she wondered if the person would stop. If they would leave them alone. But there was a silver glint in the dark as a knife was pulled from inside a hidden sheath, making a horrible scraping noise.

“Oh...god,”

Jerking as she found herself with her back against a tree, Roxie yelped in panic as the figure leapt at her. She saw a metallic shimmer as the blade sliced through the air and forced her eyes closed. She waited in anticipation for the pain, or the feeling of flesh tearing open. But there was nothing; just a pained, raspy panting and the overwhelming smell of forest and decay. Cracking one clenched lid back open to see what happened, the serrated knife was still held in the air, poised to strike.

The person holding the knife was now fully illuminated by a patch of sunlight, and Roxie had to pause. Green eyes met brown, and the knife lowered as a teenage girl stepped back with a harsh gasp of surprise. Roxie opened her mouth to speak, but there was only a croak.

“...Brooklynn?”

The name almost didn’t fit on her tongue. How she somehow connected the pink haired social media star to the figure before her, Roxie want sure. The stranger — identified now as Brooklynn — tilted her head, furrowing her brows up into her hairline. Unlike three years ago, the pink to her hair was all but a memory. A brown, ratty mess was pulled up behind badly sunburned ears, and skin freckled by long afternoons sparkled with a sheen of mud and sweat. Some of that mud was more red then brown, and Roxie realized it wasn’t just dirt, but also blood that coated her body.

Brooklynn stared at Roxie for a hard moment, her brain whirring behind those piercing green eyes. She then turned to where Dave was now sitting up, rubbing a hand against where he’d been kicked.

“...oh...”

Had she not been so close, Roxie would’ve missed the word. It was barely a whisper, one which was easily taken away by the breezes. Two adults stared down a teenager who had been ready to kill them not a moment before, jaws agape.

“Brooklynn...?” Roxie asked, causing the girl to glance up at her. Her eyes were wild and uncertain behind long bangs, “what...w-what happened to...you?”

It wasn’t a good question; but what really was at this point? What could she ask that she didn’t already know deep down somewhere? Roxie had dreams of rescuing children; the children she had left behind. The children who’s eyes would light up like fireworks at the mere mention of Dinosaurs. But she wasn’t expecting them to actually be alive after three years. She had been expecting to pick up some old relics to bring back, to show the families just to prove she had been on the Island and had done everything in her power to make things right again.

She wasn’t expecting to nearly be murdered by one of the kids she was supposedly here to save.

Brooklynn didn’t say anything, merely pressed her lips together and glanced down at the knife still held in her hand. It almost appeared as though she were forcing it away; like her arm wouldn’t respond to the command of letting them live. The metal scraped back into its holder, and Brooklynn mechanically walked back towards where the baseball bat lay in the grass. She picked it up, clutching the bottleneck grip in both hands.

Then, in a second, she was gone.

Roxie didn’t even have time to call out; the girl had vanished while her eyes were wide open. Were she not still pressed up against a tree with the smell of decay lingering close to her nose and throat, Roxie might’ve believed she was simply seeing impossible things.

“Rox? You ok?”

Jumping as Dave’s hand brushed against her shoulder, the woman opened her mouth but no sound came out.

“No,” she choked finally, turning to the broad chest beside her and seeking solace between his arms, “Dave, we thought none of them survived,”

“Yeah,” glancing down at one another, Roxie felt a horrible thought creep into her gut, “you got really pale all of a sudden,” the man above her commented, “what is it?”

“Dave, what if all of them survived?”

[ajbwasntwriting]

Daughter!Reader X Negan, Reader x Daryl: Chapter 9. New Allies

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You snuck back into the medbay, thankfully not running into anyone in the hallway. When your head hit the pillow, Laura sat up and struck a match, illuminating her in an almost menacing light.

“You were gone a while” she spoke, light a nearby candle with the match.

“uhh…I had to shit.” you said matter of factly.

“For two hours.” she shot back.

“...’The fuck you care for”

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N” Laura snapped. “You really expect Carol to believe you were shitting for two hours”

“How’d she know?” you propped yourself up on your side.

“She visited while you were gone. Twice. So why don’t you tell me the truth so I can pass it on”

“Tell her whatever you want.” You flopped around to your other side. You felt a weight on the bed and Laura’s breath behind you.

“Should I tell her your Negan’s brat.” she whispered so only you’d hear. Your eyes shot open.

“How long.” You whispered

“Not many people here named Y/N.” she explained in a low voice, not moving away from you “And even fewer who hide from the grou-” you cut her off with the hunting knife, one hand holding the blade against her neck and the other going around to hold her neck in place. Laura froze, but didn’t seem alarmed.

“How many know I’m here?”

“Just me. I don’t think that many knew Negan had a daughter. Though it wouldn’t take much to change that.” her voice was unwavering as she spoke. “Now move the fucking knife.”

You sized up your options. She could be lying and waiting to kill you. Then again what reason would she have to lie since you didn’t have any immediate worth with your old man locked up. Ultimately, slitting her throat would cause a problem since you didn’t have clear means to dump the body or escape. You pulled back the knife and released your grip on her.

Laura sat on her bed with a heavy sigh, and you sat up.

“So what am I telling her?”

“I went up a few floors. I wanted to look out past the walls to find an escape route.” You handed Laura the knife with your name on it. “I found this. Might be better with you than some rebellious asshole with ideas”

“Found the memorial, huh.” she took it and threw it in the bedside drawer. “Negan built it, thinking his daughter had died.” Laura spoke louder now, possibly considering someone might be listening? You nodded to show you were listening. “So when he was no longer king of the castle we left it be. Seemed wrong to wreck it.”

You leaned over to Laura and whispered “I found the Negan supporters.”

“How many?” Carol asked.

You had come to her with what you’d found. Well Laura did but she did say you’d found them while looking for an escape. They must’ve found it commendable that you hadn’t run or joined them so you were now privy to this little meeting between Carol, Laura, Yourself, and the messenger from before that you learned was named John and had a wife, Tonya, and a young son.

“About four.” You replied

“about?” John jumped in, “What do you mean about”

“I didn’t exactly see them.” you cut back.

“So what do we do?” Laura looked to Carol. “Kill them?”

“God no” Carol replied. “Last thing we need is a few martyrs.”

“We catch them” John said. “We’re tryna do a society. We catch them in the act, charge them for fueling unrest. You said they were planning something”

“Talk about who’d be on their side and how they can get weapons.” you explained “They don’t like you” you said, nodding towards Carol

“I don’t expect them too.” Carol spoke plainly “We’re gonna need more people with us, and a place to put them.”

John and Laura were able to name some people who have interest in keeping the sanctuary Negan free and the meeting ended with a simple plan. Someone would spend the nights on the same floor as the meeting place, in a room directly above where the medbay was located with a large rock with a handkerchief wrapped around it. If the traitors showed up they’d drop the rock out the window and the others would know to come upstairs and catch them in the act of conspiracy. The nights went on shift schedule so as to deter suspicion of what they were doing.

As luck would have it, the night they arrived you had been on watch. They had strolled along the hallway talking loudly about how shitty Carol was. While you were inclined to agree to some extent, your interest was in living. You huffed as you moved the rock towards the broken window, it crackin some broken glass as it rolled, and sent it down.

As the rock went you were violently yanked back and thrown against a wall.

“Well shit. Hello princess” a woman’s voice spoke mockingly.

A leg kicked into your ribs. You grabbed the back of your assailants knee and pushed your weight forward, sending them flying backwards. You leapt up their body and started punching, stopping after two good hits when you realised who it was.

Under you with a bruised lip was one of your father’s wives. Frankie, to be specific. She took advantage of your pause and pushed you off. She lunged at you, swinging her fist but you pushed against her and used the momentum to get back on your feet, staggering back.

“You don’t wanna do this” you warned. This seemed to set her off and she jumped up at you, swinging at you. She grabbed you by the hair and started punching into your gut. You grit your teeth and grab the wrist of the hand in your hair then pushed your weight into her, sending you both across the hall and into the door of another room. The door fell off it’s rusted hinges and you both fell to the ground.

Frankie’s hold on your hair didn’t release, even as she lay with her back on the ground and you were above her with your back to her, sending your elbow back violently into her abdomen. One particularly good swing and she finally let go.

You scrambled away and used the empty door frame to get back up. “Stop it!” you yelled.

“No!” Frankie shouted back. “You don’t get it. I have to!” she charged at you and you were both back in the other room, with you on your back and Frankie on top, trying desperately to choke you out. “I have to try. If I won’t he’ll kill me.” she growled.

You slammed your fists against her in a wasted effort. In the corner of your eye you seen some old shattered glass. In a quick motion you grabbed the piece and stuck it into her cheek. Startled, She released you and went to her cheek. You pulled in a breath, held it, and shoved her off you. You sat up and punched her, your hand scratching off the glass. You lunged and managed to pin her down by sitting on her shoulders.

Frankie’s mouth was now grotesque and full of blood, you held her hair in an iron grip, keeping her face sideways so the glass couldn’t go any further and to let the blood flow out.

“Sorry about this” you whispered before pulling the glass out. She screamed and cursed at you. “I had to before it broke off in your mouth.” She chortled at that through gurgled blood

“Since when do you give a fuck” she spat, though it was garbled and hard to decipher. In that moment you could see past all that bravado and right into her fear.

“Holy shit” A man’s voice came behind you. John and Laura were with you. John helped you up while Laura replaced you in holding down Frankie.

Moments later you were back in the medbay, stitching up Frankie’s cheek from the inside. Carol looked over with a stern gaze. Once you finished up the inside you put your attention on Carol.

“She’s not gonna be able to talk with her mouth like this so any idea you had of an interrogation you can scrap.” You spoke sternly, going over to the basin to wash your hands in preparation of the next round of stitches.

“She had no problem cursing us out on our way down here” Carol interjected. You stepped between Carol and Frankie.

“She’s running on pure adrenaline, which I’m gonna need to finish her stitches.” you said firmly. “And when I’m done she’s gonna swell up and won’t be talking through that pain. Leave it for tonight.”

“I know your a doctor bu-” Carol began

“Leave. It.” You ordered, staring her down. She stared right back. In that moment you felt like a kitten staring down a lioness, but in this moment you had to get Carol and the others away.

As far as you knew, Frankie hadn’t said anything about you. Yet.

Carol bit her tongue and subsided. “Fine.” It was set up that she would be restrained in a bed, and you and Laura would look over her.

You sat in a chair, looking at Frankie in the candle light. Frankie stared back at you, unwavering. She looked completely exhausted, yet strong, despite the tear streaks going down her face from the agony she was in. Laura arrived back shortly, with a pen and a near-empty refill pad.

“Here” she said, passing you the pad. “You owe me.” she went around and stood over Frankie’s bed. “You write with your left or right hand?”

Laura’s question was met with silence. Laura looked back at you for aid. You stood up and walked to the opposite side of the bed, putting the pad and pen by Frankie’s feet.

“It’s either you talk to me or Carol, and she’s not gonna be half as forgiving, Frankie.” you spoke softly, trying to seem empathetic. “Who are you meeting with?” you asked. Frankie looked at the ceiling in silent protest.

“How many want Negan back?” you pressed. She remained silent

“How long have you been meeting?” she held her quiet

Laura pulled back her hand to slap Frankie, but you jumped up to stop. You ushered her out of the room. She stood there for a moment, only leaving the room when you said to go. You leaned closer to Frankie.

“When you said he’d kill you,” you began, her eyes momentarily darted to you then back to the ceiling. “Did you mean Negan?” Her jaw stiffened and her breath stifled. “You think he’s gonna come back and if you don’t show that you wanted him back, you’ll suffer.” She was looking at you now, hanging on your every word.

‘So it’s survival’ you thought ‘I can get behind that’ you reached down and grabbed the refill pad. “What if I could make it that you weren’t here. Get you out of sanctuary completely.”

“Why?” she croaked, her mouth barely opening and sounding more like a gasp then a person talking.

“I wanna be out of here too.” you said. “All you gotta do is tell us who Negan's supporters are...and keep quiet about who I am. And I swear I will make it happen.” you spoke with conviction. The same type of conviction that once made everyone follow your father. Though in this moment, you sounded more sincere to Frankie then your father had ever been. She nodded, and you called Laura back in just as daylight began to break to take Frankie’s statement.

Your spat with Frankie had worked in favour of Carol. A story of how Negan’s supporters attacked Frankie for not working with them and you bravely coming to her defence was latched onto, and Carol was praised for fairly dealing with such violent individuals. While the remnants of the saviours still weren’t that happy with Carol, they were making far less trouble for her now. The confession that followed also did well to guarantee your transfer to the bridge team.

“Is there nothing I can do to make you stay?” Carol said as you packed up.

“Nope,” you said as you packed. “The bridge is being built mostly by our people, so I should be there to patch them up.” you loaded some last supplies into your bag. “And a friendly stranger would be better to negotiate scar-face’s transfer to another settlement.” you jest, nodding towards Frankie, who silently flipped you off. She had healed up rather well in the week that followed the incident, but the nickname was there to stay it seemed. Carol smiled sweetly at you. “What?”

“You said ‘our people’.” Carol said. Your mouth hung open for a moment, babbling for an excuse. Carol shushed you gently. “Just accept it Y/N.”

“Come on!” Laura hollered. “Daylight’s burning people.”

The three of you took off with bags full of food for the journey, a tent for their camp, and a few medical supplies, mainly bandages, clamps, and sutures.

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@bodeckersbitch @lauren-novak​ @aestthete

[glassartpeasants]

Not As It Seems

Overhaul x F!Reader (xChrono??)

Warnings: Hella angst, small hint of fluff if you squint, bro code broken

A/N: I want to thank @zuffer-weird-girl for letting me write this! I All credit goes to her and her Chibi AU! I love angst and this was too good to pass up this opportunity. If you want to learn more about Her chibi au go check her out she has some really amazing au’s so if your done with this go check her out! 

~~~

They’re all 11 

“Oh hey Kai, what are you doing?” Hari asked his friend who seemed to be lost in his own world.

“KAI!”

“Jesus! What do you want?” Kai said, finally snapping out of his daydream.

“Who were you thinking about?” Hari said, giving Kai a smug look.

“That’s none of your business now is it?” Kai growled at his friend who only laughed.

“You're thinking about (y/n) aren’t you!” Hari howled as he held his stomach trying to control his laughter.

“Lies! I am not!” Kai tried to argue but his face showed it all. His cheeks and ears were bright red.

“Sure you're not. Hey is that (y/n) over there?”

“WHERE?!” Kai turned his head quickly only to be disappointed when you weren’t there.

“YOU DO LIKE HER!” Hari put his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

“Fine, maybe I do feel a sort of attraction to her. Is that so wrong?” Kai huffed looking at his friend who had calmed down.

“No nothing’s wrong at all, i just like to tease you because i find it hilarious.”

“Wow, such an amazing friend i have here.” Kai rolled his eyes as Hari caught his breath.

“Hi guys!” Kai yelped as the sound of your voice startled him causing Hari to burst into laughter again. Tears rolling out the corners of his eyes.

“H-hey (y/n)! How long have you been there…” Kai shivered at the thought of you hearing his inner thoughts.

“Oh i just got here! Is Hari okay?” Kai turned to Hari seeming him breathing heavily on the ground.

“Yes he’s fine.” Kai pouted. What was so special about him? Why didn’t you care about him-

“Kai? Why is your face red?” YOu put your hand on his head thinking he had a fever.

“I- uh..”

“Your head is so hot! Are you sure you don't have a fever?” Your face showing worry. You were worried about him. Not Hari…

Him

~~~

They’re 16

“Chibi’s?”

“Yep! Chibi’s are the things that tell you who your soulmate is! But they cannot tell you your soulmate's name, that's against their rules.” The teacher answered. Kai and Hari sat at their desks and listened to the teacher tell them about what kind of future in romance they have.

“How does it work? Like is it someone random or is it someone the person knows?” Hari raised his hand out of curiosity. Kai was also curious. WHat if he got your chibi? You guys would be soulmates!

“50/50.” The teacher shrugged his shoulders as he answered the next person’s question.

“You know what that means hmm?” Hari moved his eyebrows up and down at Kai.

“Stop, you look like an idiot.”

“Rude much?” Hari only laughed as he looked at his friend who seemed to be lost in his own world again.

“So you think your soulmate will be (y/n)?” Hari said to Kai, making him snap his head in Hari’s direction.

“Shut up dammit.” Kai mumbled as he turned his head away from the snickering male to hide his red cheeks.

*after class*

“Hey guys! Did you hear about chibi’s?!” You asked excitedly as you sat next to them on the bench in the gym.

“Yeah-”

“Man they were so weird!” Hari interrupted Kai as he laughed with you. Hari was really starting to get on his nerves.

“They said it could be someone you know or someone you dont know! 50/50 pretty much.” Hari laughed as he nudged Kai. Trying to give him the ‘I'm setting you up to talk to her look’

“Really? Cool! What do you think about it Kai?” You said as your eyes gleaned up at him. HIs heart fluttered knowing that you asked him, not Hari.

“Interesting honestly.”

“Do you have anyone you want it to be?” You said nudging his shoulder as Hari chuckled at Kai. Kai got tense was at a lost for words the only thing that came out of his mouth was-

“Yes.”

“REALLY! TELL ME WHO IT IS!” You squealed happy for your friend.

“No, do you have someone?” Kai quickly turned the spotlight away from him and onto you.

“Yep!” You said without a care in the world. How could you be so calm?

“Can you tell me-”

“No! You didn’t tell me so now i won’t tell you!”

“I say that’s fair don’t you Kai?” Hari snickered as he saw his friend giving him the most intense glare.

Kai mumbled under his breath before turning to you. Seeing your happy face ranting about how cool it is and how you were so excited for your chibi was all worth the mystery.

~~~

They’re all 20

“Why are you so down (y/n)?” Kai asked you as he saw you cover your face in a pillow while laying on the couch.

“Is it so much to ask to just want my goddamn chibi?!” You growled, your face not leaving the pillow.

“Patience is key.” Oh who was he kidding! He wanted his too. Neither him, Hari or you got your yet and it was starting to piss him off. You two were obviously made for each other so why was it taking so long? 

Hurried tip toes try to sneak past Kai only causing him to turn his head where he saw Hari sneaking past him.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“SHIT! Don’t scare me like that man.” Hari yelled at him as he nervously laughed looking away from Kai.

“Are you hiding something from me?” Kai's voice lowered an octave making him seem more menacing.

“Kai calm down, let the man be.” You said lifting your head up from the pillow causing Kai to sigh.

“FIne, do whatever you were going to do.” Kai told Hari, sighing in the process. Why did he have to have such a weak-spot for you? 

“Oh cool, I’ll be back in an hour or two.” Hari said as he zoomed past Kai and out the door. He should keep a closer eye on him. He’s getting a little suspicious. 

“Kai don’t you want your chibi to come soon?” You looked up at him with sad eyes.

“I don’t know really.” Kai lied through his teeth. Of course he does. He just wants more proof that you two were meant to be together.

“Well i can’t wait. I really want mine soon.” You sighed as you put your head back into the pillow.

“Like I said, patience is key.” He’s such a hypocrite.

*two weeks later*

Why were you so sad every time you saw him? Did he do something wrong? Not to mention Hari has been acting up too. You both weren’t your normal selves and it was starting to piss Kai off.

“Mimic, can you tell me why both Hari and (Y/N) are acting so strange around me?” Kai asked.

“Shit if i know.”

“Thanks for the help.” Kai grumbled as he tapped his fingers on his desk in frustration. Sooner or later he was gonna confront both of you but he had to think of a plan first.

“Mimic get me a copy of (Y/N) work schedule.”

“On it boss man!”

~~~

*1 month later*

He finally had the perfect timing! A whole month was prepared for this moment. He was gonna confront you and Hari about your suspicious behavior.

As he walked closer to your room a weird sound came from your door. He quietly tip-toed to your door and pushed his ear against the wood.

His eyes blow wide at the sound of you kissing someone in your room! Who in their right mind dare touch his angel?! You were his and you had been from the moment he saw you!

‘squeak!’ 

Once again another noise that made his vision go red with rage. You even had your chibi?! And you never told him?! How long have you had it?!

“Hari~”

Shattered. Thats the best way to describe it. The sound of your voice calling out a name that wasn’t his. He wasn’t your soulmate,

His best friend was…

His whole world felt like it was shattering in front of him. For so long he kept his feelings bottled up inside waiting for the right time to confess. But now he would never get that chance.

His hands started shaking and even though he could help it but kick down your door. And the sight broke his heart further.

You both had your chibi’s. You were meant to be Hari’s, not his, Not now, not ever.

You both looked at Kai with shock and then sadness. Your eyes held guilt. There was nothing you could do even if you wanted to. You were destined to be with Hari. Not Kai.

Hari wasn’t much different. His face held shame and remorse. His best friend of year found out that you were his soulmate. He was hoping that Kai would have found his soulmate before Hari told him that you were his.

The room was dead silent. So quiet that you could have heard a pin drop. Both yours and Hari’s chibis looked up at Kai, sadness in their eyes as well.

“How long.”

“Kai I-”

“I SAID HOW FUCKING LONG HARI!”

“....I got my chibi first, the day you caught me sneaking behind you was the day I found out. (Y/N) found hers 2 days afterwards. Kai...I’m sorry-”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BEST FRIEND! I TRUSTED YOU!”

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT IT WAS GOING TO BE LIKE THIS?!”

Silence plagued the room once more as the tension between Hari and Kai was so intense you could cut it like a knife.

“You were the only person I could trust…”

“What do you want me to do then Kai?” Kai couldn’t see it but Hari held on to your arm tight. He will never admit to him that all those years he too liked you but was willing to give you up just for Kai.

“Why didn’t you tell me (Y/N)?”

“ I didn’t want to hurt you…” You said as you refused to look at him.

“Well look where that got you.” Kai said venom in his words. You couldn’t even look him in the eye you were so overwhelmed with guilt. Tears started to flood down your face as you held Hari’s arms tighter.

“You knew I loved her.”

“You think i can change what’s been done Kai?! I can’t for your information and I’m sorry! Kai, you're my best friend for christ sake! I can’t choose which soulmate I get even if I wanted to!” Tears fell down Hari’s face as well. He never wanted this to happen. He only prayed that he would never find out.

“I want both of you to leave now.” You and Hari’s eyes were blown wide as you looked at Kai who shot you both the most terrifying glare you have ever seen.

“I won’t tell you again.” Hari knew what Kai would do if they didn’t hurry. HE snatched both your chibi’s and put them in his pocket before grabbing your hand and whisking you away from the room. 

And from Kai.

~~~

Years later

“Hari...I think you could come see this…” Your voice was in shock as you looked at the tv.

“What is it-” Hari’s voice stopped once he saw what was on the Tv as well.

On the tv was a live broadcast of where you all used to live together. In the Shie Hassakai compound.

“It’s completely destroyed…” You hold your hand to your mouth as tears stream down your face.

“How did this happen.” Hari sat next to you as you watched the TV. Both your chibi’s snuggled up next together as they shaked watching the tv with you both.

Both of your eyes went wide once you saw what Kai had been doing all those years you guys were away. Kai started testing on a little girl who was supposed to have enough power to erase people's quirks. 

You both watched in horror as the man you both once knew became something you’d now fear.

Seriously though go check @zuffer-weird-girl out, Do it or I’ll break your kneecaps UvU

[shesclearlya3]

The Last Time.

pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

word count: 2,231 

warnings: sad as shit, references to smut, murder, slightly au.

Ask: You and your boyfriend Xavier go to warn Chef Bertie about what is going on at Camp Redwood. When things take a nasty turn, one of you has to do the unthinkable. Thank you so much to @faith-alons26, I hope I delivered!

You had made a huge mistake.

Your boyfriend, Xavier, held your hand tightly as you and your friends tried to decipher what the hell was going on.

This was supposed to be a fun-filled summer, counseling kids, and making memories. It was rough living in Los Angeles. Things never stopped, everything was continually bustling, and you were excited to get away for a while. Especially with the love of your life beside you. Now you were running from not one, but TWO potential murderers running around camp.

That morning, you were woken up when a firm, muscular arm wound around your waist. You nuzzled the warm pillow beneath you, feeling tiny hairs tickle your neck as Xavier tried to nudge you awake.

“Xavier, stooooooop,” you whined, clasping a hand down on his larger one. You heard a raspy chuckle from behind before your fingers intertwined with his.

“y/n, stooooooop,” he mocked you, before he lazily rolled over you, his head resting on your breasts. You hugged him tightly, already in the process of falling back asleep. The alarm clock said 8, you had a little time before you had to get moving.

“y/n,” he mumbled.

“Xavier,” you answered.

“A quickie before we hit the road?” he whispered.

“Xavierrrr,” you laughed, while somehow simultaneously groaning. You heard him giggle, his nose pressed in the little space between your breasts. “I’m so tired, let me sleep in,”

You felt his firm hands touch your hips, pressing his thumbs into your skin. Xavier was nestled so comfortably between your legs, that his body heat enveloped you in such warmth that you started to wonder if it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“Come on, baby,” he sighed. “This might be our last time for a while, we don’t want to corrupt the children, ya know?” He pouted. Xavier pressed kisses along your chest, licking a flat stripe over any freckle he came across. “Babe.”

“Hmm?” Your eyes were still shut. A part of you didn’t mean to fuck with him, but you were so relaxed.

“Please?” He begged, finally causing you to open your eyes. His pale blue ones sparkled at you as he wiggled an eyebrow, his chin pressed to your boob. Xavier placed a hand over your panty line, dipping in a finger to his knuckle.

You adjusted your body, laughing lightly when you felt your back crack. Xavier gasped quietly at the sound, “I felt that babe,” you brought your legs to wrap around his waist, bringing your hands up to scratch his scalp.

“Show me what you got, Plympton,” you teased him. His eyes had shut at your ministrations, then popping open at the sound of your voice. His blue eyes were alight with mischief.

“You got it, babe,” he said before your lips clashed together.

As you followed Xavier to the kitchen to warn Bertie, you wished you were still there with him. Your heart was beating so loud in your chest that it hurt your eyes. You were terrified.

“Xavier, wait!” You hissed quietly, tugging on his hand. He stopped, fear evident on his face as he observed you.

“What’s wrong? Did you see something?” He asked, looking around you with wide eyes. It was dark, the only light coming from the lone flashlight he held in his hand.

“No, but I’m scared, I don’t think we should!”

“We have to save Bertie, y/n!” He whispered. “We can’t leave her, she deserves to know what is going on,” he explained.

“I know, I’m not saying she doesn’t, but- I have a bad feeling, Xav,” you replied. Xavier looked down at you, and you could see how truly scared he was. It broke your heart to see him this way.

You both knew it was too dangerous just standing around, so once again, you took his hand, giving him a look. Xavier leaned down, kissing you with such intensity that you were swept off your feet.

“Whatever happens, y/n, just know I love you so fucking much. You were the best thing to ever happen to me, okay?” Xavier whispered.

“Please don’t talk like that,” you gently scolded, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “Xavier?”

“It needed to be said, y/n,” he took a deep breath, before tugging on your hand. The two of you took off to the dining hall, knowing it was your best shot.

When you arrived, however, it was completely empty.

Xavier looked devastated at this, but you kissed his hand. “Maybe she already knows and is just hiding?” You suggested. A small part of you didn’t believe that, but Xavier was suffering enough as it was.

“I hope you’re right.” He said. Xavier released your hand, the two of you calling for her in hushed whispers. You looked in one of the supply closets, while Xavier shone the flashlight under all the tables.

Your heart nearly stopped when you heard the sound of jingling keys just outside. Your body froze, your head whipping around to see Xavier still giving you the same, doe-eyed stare. Your fight or flight response kicked in, and you shoved yourself in the closet while Xavier dove under the table. The flashlight clicked off, leaving the two of you in partial darkness.

You clasped a hand over your mouth as the door swung open, hitting the wall violently. You choked on a scream, the door cracked open just enough to see Xavier. He was curled into himself, looking where Mr. Jingles stood. It was hard to keep quiet.

Mr. Jingles was tall and menacing. He observed the room quietly before the sound of his clunky boots filled the quiet space. He wandered off towards the kitchen first, temporarily giving you a minute to think of what to do.

You knew he would find you, as the sound of cabinets opening and shutting ricocheted off the walls. Fresh tears fell down your face as you noticed Xavier looking in your direction. You could take your chance and make a run for it, you would rather die trying than sit around like ducks.

The biggest regret you had right now was not being right next to him. You both had a better chance of surviving if you were together. A sob escaped your throat before you could stop it. You dug your nails into your cheek when it grew silent, but then Mr. Jingles kept looking for something. Or someone.

You creaked the door open just a little more, seeing that Xavier had slowly made his way closer to you. He was at the edge of the table, slowly bringing a hand to his lips. You were so terrified that you couldn’t make a sound if you wanted.

Then your worst nightmare came true.

The flashlight Xavier had left knocked over, the cap breaking off and causing the batteries to slide around. Xavier looked back, just as the sound of something slamming shut startled the both of you.

“Y/N, LEAVE!” Xavier screamed at you. You threw open the door the rest of the way, just as Mr. Jingles bounded towards Xavier, swinging the large knife in his hand.

Xavier managed to push a table at Mr.Jingles, causing him to grunt and kneel over. But as quick as it happened, he managed to grab Xavier by his jacket, preparing to stab.

Time seemed to move in slow motion for you. You didn’t bother to think, not a trace of common sense in your brain. Your family and friends would say you were stupid, but you didn’t care. Your first instinct was to save Xavier, even if you died doing it.

You flung yourself at the two men, roughly pushing Xavier out of his grip. He yelled in surprised as he rolled over the table, hitting the floor with a grunt. You realized that it wasn’t the most ideal if he got knocked out, neither would be getting out alive.

Mr.Jingles glared down at you, a large hand coming to your neck. You gasped for air as he lifted you up like you weighed nothing. His eyes shone absolute darkness you had never seen before. You hoped it would be quick, and Xavier would get the hell out of there.

You felt the pain before you realized what was happening. You felt the knife in your stomach before it moved up an inch. Mr. Jingles choking you made it impossible to scream, and that’s when he dropped you like a sack of potatoes.

Xavier suddenly appeared behind Jingles, hitting him with a metal chair. You watched through your tears as he hit the floor. He was such a giant that you were sure it wouldn’t bother him.

Xavier was in shock, as he dropped the chair that was now sprinkled with blood. He stepped over Mr. Jingles, kneeling beside you with tears in his eyes. They slipped down his cheeks uncontrollably.

“y-y/n,” he trembled, “Why would you do that?” He asked. You found it was becoming harder to breathe with each passing minute.

“Because I love you, Xav,” you choked up. He brushed your hair out of your face, before glancing behind him.

“We need to get you out of here,” he began, feeling around your body in an attempt to lift you up. His hands were covered in your blood, the smell assaulting your nose.

“No, no, you need to get out of here,” you cried, pushing his hands from you. “I can’t b-b-breathe. I’m going to die before help comes,”

“Don’t say that!” Xavier snapped, his resolve cracking. You couldn’t be taken back by his shout; he was watching you die. “Goddamn it, y/n, it should have been me!”

“WELL IT’S NOT!” you yelled in pain before you vomited up some blood. The metallic taste made you gag as it dripped onto your shirt. “You need to g-get the fuck out of here, Xavier. I need you to do that for me, okay?” You begged.

Xavier let out a sob, his hands now completely soaked in your blood. He knew you were right. The wound was deep, you were gasping for air, and now…

“I’ve always loved you,” you whispered to him. Your eyes were now struggling to stay shut, your words became slurred. “I’ll love you forever, Xavier Plympton,”

Xavier shook his head, “No, no, you can’t leave me! y/n!” He gently shook you. Your eyes opened before trailing over to the knife that was knocked from your attacker’s hands.

Xavier slowly followed your eyes, before his eyebrows furrowed. “y/n?…”

You mustered your strength, reaching and grabbing it with shaky hands. You stared at your blood coating the blade, thinking of all the times you’ve looked at a knife. You never thought your time would come to an end because of one.

“Please…” you whispered.

Xavier shook his head, a blubbering mess as he half-heartedly took the knife from you. “N-no,”

“Xavier,” you whimpered.

“I won’t do it, y/n!” He growled at you. “I refuse,” he croaked.

“I don’t want to suffer-,”

“If you make me do this-” he interjected, “I’m going to suffer,” he cupped your cheek, his eyes staring into yours. “J-Just let me be here, I won’t let go, y/n,”

“You need to leave before he wakes up! If you don’t do it, I’ll do it myself,” you assured him.

Maybe it was wrong for you to ask this of him. You didn’t want to hurt him. Yet, you knew Xavier witnessing this would be the worst night of his life. The ending of your pain would help get him out of here. Alive.

Xavier gently pressed the blade of the knife over your heart. You both stared at each other, unable to make each other out due to the tears.

“I’ll see you on the other side,” you coughed, more blood seeping out of your mouth.

“I’ll wait for you, y/n, I’ll wait a fucking lifetime if that means we’ll be together again,” he sobbed.

The last of your strength was used to pull him to you, pressing a weak kiss to his lips. Your tears and blood mixed together, and as he pulled away, the reality that this was the end hit you like a wave.

Xavier took a deep breath before putting all his weight on the knife, sending it through your chest.

You screamed in agony, the sound of his own cries creating the most haunting sound. Your lungs gave out next before you collapsed to the floor. Whatever light that was left in your eyes was now gone.

Xavier quickly removed the knife, before cradling your deceased body in his arms. He sobbed heavily into your hair, calling your name as if could bring you back.

The sound of running footsteps startled him. Brooke and Ray stood in the door, their mouths hanging open. Brooke pressed her hands to her mouth, crying at the sight of you.

Xavier pressed a final kiss to your forehead. He gently placed you on the floor before he took the knife, looking at Mr. Jingles as he began to stir.

“Let’s fuck this place up,” he called to Ray and Brooke as they still watched in shock.

Mr. Jingles slowly stood up, unable to keep proper footing. He stared down at you before his eyes landed on Xavier. He was breathing heavily, blood slowly leaking from his eyes.

“You just cooked up your worst nightmare, bitch.”

no-taglist because it ruined me and i won’t intentionally ruin someone else lmao

[borderlandscast]

some more vines/tiktok for borderlandscast

or whatever it is that you kids call it these days!

rythian and his lactose intolerance:

rythian: (eyeing the plate of crackers and cheese on his desk and mildly sweating, camera jolts as he lunges for it, causing feed to blur)

ravs: (sprinting to rythian’s room with the chorus of ‘holding out for a hero’ dubbed over; as soon as he slams open the door, the gentle guitar ceases, replaced by the dramatic strum as he tosses a bottle of lactaid...right into rythian’s face)

rythian: (music ceases as he slowly slumps down out of frame and his voice is weak but grateful) my hero...

panda and their arsenal:

nilesy (badly dressed up as a security guard): you can pass, good citizen.

teep: (signs thank you and moves through checkpoint; they have a giant knife clearly strapped to their back)

panda: (checkpoint beeps, and panda pauses)

nilesy: (steps in front of panda) sorry, but i’m gonna need you to empty your pockets.

panda: (groans and rolls eye, and starts to remove a single weapon at a time from their pockets and piling it on the table)

nilesy: (adopts a glazed look as the pile continues to grow)

arsenal’s custom greetings:

arsenal: today, i’m gonna teach y’all how to properly greet a fellow captain. (view bobs in his hand as he breaks into a jog) HAMHA! (he slams his fist into daltos’ face)

daltos: (getting up) YOU...HAMBITCH! (lunges for arsenal, who chortles)

lalna’s doki doki:

arsenal: (blowing up a paper bag, slides behind lalna and pops it)

lalna: (emits a shriek of epic proportions before wheezing like a deflating balloon)

arsenal: did that make your heart go... (cue intense zoom on his face so he has a double chin and menacing grin) doki doki?

panda and their arsenal part two:

panda: (still removing weapons, this time shaking out their hoodie which continues to drop weapons onto the pile, which is now knee high)

nilesy: (has pulled out a magazine and is reading; the magazine is full of cats wearing bikinis)

teep: (can be seen in the background, perusing a stack of books from vendor)

lalna and his creation:

lalna: (leaning over camera with terrible spooky glow cast by flashlight; lightning caused by larry robert flickers in the background) IT’S...ALIVE!!!!

leggy gun: (said gun twitches on the bench and slowly rises to face lalna)

lalna: (voice cracks as he coos) say daddy!

leggy gun: DADDy!!!!!! (albeit heavily distorted and in a loader’s terrifying monotone, amplified through loudspeaker)

lalna: (shedding tears) OH, I’M SO PROUD!

larry robert: (dabs in background)

ravs the rooster and an unfortunate victim:

zoeya: (rocky feed as she hoists it up; happy clucking can be heard that grows louder) so what we have here is a vulture, not a chicken. ravs, do you know why you’re a vulture?

ravs the rooster: ovo? uwu! (zoeya holds the camera up properly to focus on the whiteboard sign hanging around ravs’ neck) uwu!

the sign says: i participated in postmortem cannibalism by stealing panda’s dropped chicken nugget, flying onto the roof and eating it in front of them despite my beloved lesbians yelling at me to drop it.

sips and dirt:

sips: (fully dressed and standing in shower) boy, i love coming home to a refreshing hot shower! (pulls something off screen so that a bucket of high quality dirt is dumped over his head; he majestically throws his head back in slow motion to scatter the dirt everywhere; ‘fergilicious’ also plays as he fans himself with a noteful of hundos; dollar bill glasses also spawn on his face)

zoeya and skags:

zoeya: (soft tones of ‘i wanna be like you’ start playing as she nods and gestures to a horde of domesticated skags behind her; as soon as the beat kicks in, all the skags, including zoeya, start to rapidly spin on the spot)

romeo and juliet, bandit style:

sparkles: (wearing a psycho mask with a jaunty blonde wig badly stapled to it) romeo, oh romeo, wherefore art thou romeo?

parvis: (voice reciting lines grows louder in volume before sparkles swings view over to a ramp; parvis approaches, dressed like a bandit edgelord, riding a christmas light decked out stingray) but soft, what light through yonder window breaks? (his voice starts to scream) it is the east and juliet is THE TITS!!!!!!!! (he hits the ramp upon the last two words and goes sailing into sparkles)

panda and their arsenal, part three:

panda: (hoodie is back on, is now thumping their upended boot; guns are still falling out; the pile is now waist high)

nilesy: (playing cat’s cradle with a string in both hands next to panda)

teep: (in background, is holding a tote bag filled with books and is now buying food)

trott is the sand guardian:

trottimus: (buried in sand up to chin) i am the guardian, guardian of the sand!

ross and alsmiffy: (both crouch low and slap sand mountain containing trottimus, and recite in perfect unison) posiedon quivers before him!

trottimus: (alsmiffy lobs a single bucket of water at trottimus) fuck off!!! (sputters and coughs as feed cuts)

lomadia and vapourwave:

lomadia: (swinging a baby rakk around and doting on it, set to that one vapourwave song like in that vine feat a woman and her cat)

arden and dick, janitors:

arden and dick: (slither across hallway floor like a pair of rocky crocodiles; ‘pink panther’ theme plays as the two approach someone’s abandoned trash and swallow it in one gulp and depart as silently as they arrived)

panda and their arsenal, final part:

panda: (unfolds eyepatch to remove one last gun from there) and that’s the last one!

nilesy: you may proceed in-

teep: (approaches and signs ‘i’m done shopping, let’s go’)

panda and nilesy: (both loudly groan, mostly panda, who starts to stuff guns back, starting with the eye one)

nanosounds takes sides:

strife: hello ma’am, nice to meet you! (shakes nano’s left hand, which pops off and he gazes at it, embarrassed and surprised)

nanosounds: oh, don’t worry! (sudden close up of toothy grin) i’m all right!

strife: (swiftly karate chops her on head with her own arm) no.

will’s nightmare:

strife: (clearly struggling in a dark room lit up by a lone bulb, initial view is of his neck and chin) NO, GET ME OUT! (view retreats to show him encased in layers of ties)

strife: (wakes up in cold sweat, wearing his trademark suit and sunglasses) looks like i was...TIED UP last night! (a second pair of sunglasses descend from above onto his face)

crying wolf:

alsmiffy: (mocking documentary voice) and what we have here, folks, is an extremely rare case of ‘crying wolf’, in my room. (steps over an inert trottimus wearing a banana suit, who is on the floor) ignore the trash.

ross: (curled up on floor, loudly blowing nose into towel) no, i don’t understand, because WHY DID THE THREE LITTLE PORKY BUGGERS MURDER THE BIG BAD WOLF? HE DID NOTHING AGAINST THE LAWS OF THE LAND-

trottimus: (trips alsmiffy using top of banana suit) :)

[edyacouky]

Can I protect you? 2/4

I wasn’t sure I will suceed write the next chapter this week. My job kill me I am so tired.

I hope you will enjoy it

Read on AO3 Chapter 01 Chapter 02 Chapter 03 and Tumblr Partie 01, Partie 03

                                                          ~*~*~

When Jason wakes up, he forgets where he is and why. Until he hear the Joker’s laugh. And he remembers. Stephanie was gone and he found her. But it was a trap for Bruce and he was the one fall for it.

And if things can’t get worse, he was fifth month pregnant.

If the Joker doesn’t kill him, Roy will do and Jason will not stop him.

He killed his child. He killed their child.

“I have to admit Hoodie, when I saw it was you I was really mad. But it seems you understand a fundamental true.”

Joker injects something in his neck after he retired his scent blocker. If his round belly doesn’t betray him, his scent does.

“More the merrier, the merrier.”

And the fucking Joker touches his belly. He wants scream, kill the bastard but he can’t move.

Jason doesn’t know what drugs Joker puts on his system paralyses him.

When Joker let him down, Jason saw Stephanie. She is just beside him. They could almost touch. She doesn’t smile like before and the storage doesn’t look like the one they were before.

How long was he out?

Breathes, Jason said to himself, and focus on what you can see.

Stephanie seems alive but badly beaten, and her scent shows her anger.

Jason thinks that she must be angry because of what Joker did to her, of what happen this late two days. But the true is she is angry because she gets caught, because of what Joker will do to Jason and his pup because of her. And she can’t do anything.

“I can’t wait see Batsy’s face when he realize he fails save not one, not two but three people! And everyone is so weak for omega bitch pregnant!”

Joker stands up in front of Jason.

“Like there is something hard to open the thighs and take a knot!”

He kicks Jason in his belly and laughs at that. Stephanie, despite being unable to move, groan deeply and menacing.

“What sweatheart? It is your?” Joker ask before kick Jason again

This time, Jason fights his instinct and force himself to stay calm. He gets caught because he was stupid enough to panic earlier.

It is not the first time he was paralyzed by a drug. He has to stay calm and focuses to move. He can do it. He will stand, punch the fucking Clown. Scratch that. He will kill the fucking Clown. And he will save his pup. Even if Roy refuses to let him see them after the birth.

“Hello!” Joker yells to his face

Fuck. They are so close, they almost kiss.

“Are you there Hoodie? I remember that you know better how to handle the blows!”

Jason concentrates only to move. He can feel his toes wriggle when Stephanie uses everything strength she has left to take his hand.

“If you’re not the cutest couple here! Joker laughs

-Pudding?

-Excuse me Harley. No one is cutest than us.

-Pudding, what are you doing?

-Are you this stupid?

-You shouldn’t do that …

-What did you expect when I tell you I have a surprise for the Bat, my dear Dumbass?

-Not a pregnant omega …

-No! Nonono! Not you too! You are not this stupid, are you? Joker ask kick Jason again

-Stop that!”

Jason can feel his knee wriggle too. Just a second and he can move his leg to destabilize the Joker.

Joker was going to kick him again but before Jason could feel the pain, Harley punches Joker with her giant mallet.

She looks as surprise as everyone that she actually do that. But she didn’t lose her confidence. She takes place between Jason and Joker.

“Don’t make him loose his pup.” She said

Joker groans at her before attack her.

Jason takes advantage of the diversion; he crawls up to Stephanie, with difficulty because of the drug but with determination all the same.

“S-Spoiler …”

Gods, he voices is so weird almost like it didn’t belong to him.

Inhale, Jason. Exhale. Good, he can do it. He can save them.

“Ja …

-Shh. N-nam…e yo…u re…mem…be…r?

-I … I ‘…m s-s-sorr…y …” She whispers while one of her hand touch his belly

Jason almost cry, thinking that his child could die here because of him. Never Roy will forgive him. Never Jason will forgive him, if he survives.

No. He won’t think about that. Gently he caresses Stephanie hair with his nose.

“Shh. T…They w-will …be … f-fine. You … w-will … be … f-fine. I… I … w-will… be … f-fine.”

Stephanie didn’t success hold back her tears. But it is ok. Jason didn’t think she let herself cry before the Joker and she needed it.

“Shh.

-S-sor…ry … S-s-so s-so…rry …

-I … n-need … kn…now … h-ha…ve …you … a … a …a … com …com …?”

Stephanie shook her head.

Jason wasn’t surprise but he was hopping they had a chance to contact the Bat.

“O…K … O…K. H-ha…ve …so…me…thi…ng …el…se?”

Stephanie start shook her head then stop.

“B-ba…ck … on … my n-ne…ck … bu…t I … I … c-ca…n’t … he”

Jason saw her move her arms and understand what she means. All her fingers are broken and she didn’t seem able to move her shoulder too much. Joker beat her so hard that she was unable use whatever was on her neck and could have help her.

“O…K … F-fine …”

He feels something hit the floor beside them but he decides not to look, only focus on what Stephanie try to show.

It was a tracer, one Bruce like to put on everything his children could wear. It seems like Stephanie turn off this one, and he can’t blame her since he would have done the same thing.

Shit his fingers shake so much.

Inhale, Jason. Exhale.

Gently, slowly, he turns on the device and can only hope they will find them before Joker stop beating Harley to beat them.

“Please, he thinks, I don’t care about my life. I know I shouldn’t be alive. But please. Not my child. They have to survive. Please.”

Stephanie and he put their forehead together, trying breathing as calmly as they can, while they wait for a miracle, too exhausted and wounded to fight.

“You are a stupid bitch, Harley! Joker yells when she was finally unable to fight him anymore. How dare you make me angry? And for what?”

Jason feels Joker catch his leg to pull him. He tried kick him but all he gains was a knife stab his leg.

“For this stupid bitch that waste a perfect joke by coming back! For this stupid bitch that open up his thigh and let any alpha knot him! For this stupid bitch!”

This time Joker will stab him in his stomach. Jason knew it. And he have no arm, can’t barely move, and lost blood because of his leg’s injury.

“Not my child. Not my child. I’m sorry Roy. I’m sorry Lian. I’m sorry baby. I can’t protect you. I knew it and I decide make you suffer anyway.”

Joker finally looks at him and not Harley anymore. But Jason wishes he didn’t to that.

“Last chance Hoodie. Will you be?”

Jason wants to, but he knows the true.

“F-fu…ck … you.”

Joker will love hear him beg and cry while he take everything he wants no matter what.

I’m sorry.

Like in a movie or TV show, it was when all was lost that a miracle occurred.

A batarang stab Joker arm and almost all the Batfamily appears.

Orphan and Red Robin go for Spoiler watching what they can do for her before bring her back to the cave where she can be treated.

Batman and Robin fought the Joker and Harley who seems fight for her “pudding” again. One day she will stop, when she realize she can.

Nigthwing and Batwoman go for him. They look at him like they don’t really believe he is here.

“Little wing, Dick whisper, what the hell are you doing here?”

Jason whine, almost cry. He knew it was a bad idea coming here. He knew he fuck up. Can’t they focus on save his child? The lesson could wait.

“Not important right now. We have to stop his leg bleeding and take him to the hospital. Batwoman said and Jason wants to thank her

-He can’t go in hospital like that. Dick said pointing to his costume but starts stop the bleeding

-We can retire his domino and his top with the symbol on the car. Batwoman retort

-It would be weird that we both bring a pregnant omega …

-What? You never have to bring a pregnant omega to the hospital during one of your patrol? And at least things in the cave change during the last two hour, we can’t take care of him or the baby there.”

Dick bit his lip but didn’t try anymore to argue. The risk their identity was discovered was big, but the health of Jason and his baby was in danger too.

“You are right. Sorry. Everything will be alright Hood, ok? We will take care of you.” Dick smiles gently and Jason truly wants to believe him but he can’t.

He feels pathetic but he needs Roy with him, especially if things go wrong.

While they carry him to Batwoman’s car, Jason tries to explain that to Dick.

“A-Ar…se…nal…

-What?”

At first, Dick frowns then he looks at Jason’s belly and his eyes widened in shock as he understood what he was trying to tell him.

“Ok … Ok … we will tell him where you are as soon as we can phone, ok?”

It is not enough but Jason realize they can’t stop his bleeding and drive and call Roy. So he nods.

Luckily, Gotham is used to their vigilante now, and neither the doctor nor the nurses think much of seeing Batwoman and Nightwing. In an instant, they all focus on the distress pregnant omega.

With the little information, Batwoman and Nightwing give them –The omega was drugged but they don’t know exactly by what, he was maybe punch on his stomach- they start treat him.

Despite their instinct, they leave Jason alone on this hospital. The last thing they need is someone thinking they have a connection.

Dick calls Roy while he was seated on the roof of the building opposite. Roy reacts like expected. He was worried and angry at them. When he knew which hospital Jason was, he hangs up.

Dick sighs but when he sees Kate informs Bruce about Jason’s situation, he thinks it must be worse for her.

“Seriously B? She asks unimpressed. You think it was a good idea brings him to the cave, really? We haven’t anything to make sure the baby is safe. I know that he is hurt; it is for that we bring him to a hospital. Of course we leave. We never stay when we bring a victim to the hospital. You know what B? If you worried, you can come see your damn son.”

She hangs up. She sights loudly.

“Your father is an asshole.”

Dick smile weakly when watch the hospital again. He wants go see Jason. But he can’t come see him as Nightwing neither as Dick Grayson. Fuck if he visits him as Dick Grayson it is sure someone will assume he is his mate and the father of his baby. His baby. His Little wing is pregnant ! And he didn’t know it! He is pregnant with his ex-best friend’s baby! And he didn’t know it!

“You are as worse as him. She said. Come, we will change and see him.

-But what we will tell to the hospital? To the media?”

Kate has no time to respond, they see Bruce Wayne. Not in disguise. Not at Batman. They see Bruce fucking Wayne enters the hospital as himself.

“Same thing as him.”

Bruce, you hypocrite. Dick though.

When Roy finally arrives on the hospital, he is a mess. When Dick calls him he was recovering Lian from Dinah's house. They would go home, prepare the meal until Jason returns safe and sound. Lian did not understand why she had to stay longer. Roy had not said anything to him not to worry but it had not had the desired effect.

He could still hear her cry.

And he didn’t feel much better.

“I receveid a call. He said to the receptionist. My mate is here. He is pregnant. Please tell me how he is.

-What his name is?”

Shit. With which name he was checked in?

No. It wasn’t important. They have agreed on a name for Jason’s new identity.

“His name is Jason Johnson. But I don’t know how he was check in.”

The receptionist looks at him with a sad smile; visibly she was touch by his worry. Roy didn’t met many alpha that was unaffected by a distress omega. They were sympathetic or sexually excited by that.

While she did her research, Roy give her all the files he have to prove the existence of Jason Johnson and that they are mate.

“Roy! Dick calls him and Roy didn’t know how he feels about that. Good thing you are finally here. They didn’t let us seem him. We come here so fast that we didn’t think of take any identity card.”

Roy realizes only now, that not only Dick, but also Bruce, Kate and Damian were here.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?

-Roy, we just want to…

-I don’t care about what you fucking want! Roy exploded. It is because of you Jason is here now!

-You are not fair …

-Oh you must fucking kidding me right now?! I am not fair?

-You can’t keep me for seeing my son.” Bruce intervene on mode Alpha bullshit

If he thinks Roy will let him be impressed, he was mistaken for another omega.

“Oh yeah. The son you are close enough he didn’t want you to know he was pregnant! For fifth month! And he never changes his mind. He didn’t want you to know or have any contact with our child. I don’t have to keep you to see your son; your son doesn’t want to see you!”

Bruce looks so hurt by that, that if it was different circumstance Roy will feel bad for him. But now, Roy thinks Bruce didn’t suffer enough.

He wants yells: “No Gotham, no Red Hood for fifth month! But one call from them and he came risk his life, his and their baby’s life for them. Again and again. But it would never be enough, right?” but he said nothing because, even in his distress, he knew here wasn’t the right place to talk about their job.

“Please. Tell me you find my mate. Roy said to the receptionist

-I find someone but they didn’t have any identity card. The doctor will come soon to tell you if you can see him.

-Soon how?

-Soon like right now.”The doctor said

She was a skinny and tired beta but she was forthright and honest.

“I can’t tell you anything about the patient if I am not sure you are who you said you are. But he is awake enough to tell if they know you. Please come.”

Roy takes back his papers and follows her. He stops when he saw the Batfamily do the same. He groans at them threatening.

“What do you think you doing?”

Bruce groans back and for a moment, everyone though they will fight.

“-Please misters. I will let the patient decide who they want see.” The doctor interrupt not impressed

With difficulty, they all arrive in one piece to the room. The doctor forces them to stay outside while she approaches Jason.

“Mister, there are some people here. Maybe there are your families. Can you confirm it? Can you look at them please and tell me if they can come into your room?”

Jason’s scent reeks from distress and worry. It is almost unbearable even at the door. When Jason looks at them, they can see him crying.

“Roy.” Jason said looking at him miserably

It is enough for Roy who run to him, takes him in his arm and kisses his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and his lips.

He can’t help himself but put his hand on Jason’s belly. And no word can describe the relief he feels when he feels his child move.

“You’re alive. Our child is alive.” Roy said like he can’t believe it

Jason cries louder making his breathing difficult.

“Shh. I am here. Cry, you will feel better after.”

Roy rock Jason in his arm. He can’t understand why Jason reacts so badly. They are fine. It was a horrible night. But they are fine, right?

“Sorry. The doctor said. But about the other person, do you want to see them?”

Jason shakes his head without look at them.

“Ok. I will let you a moment then I come back explain everything to you, ok?

-Yeah. Thank.” Roy said

Bruce and Dick were devastated by Jason’s reaction and at first refuses to leave. They wanted at least know how Jason was.

“The patient didn’t confirm you are his family. The doctor explain

-I am his father.

-If it is true, come back here tomorrow. Maybe he will confirm that. In the meantime, please leave.

-I will come back tomorrow.” Bruce said more for Jason than the doctor.

Then he leaves and the other follows him.

“Mister?

-Harper. Roy Harper.

-I am the Doctor Olivia Armstrong. If your … mate, right? Right. If your mate agrees, are you ready listen the prognostic?

-I am. Roy said before ask to Jason. Are you? It is ok if you are not …

-I am. Please, just … Don’t stop holding me …”

The doctor let them an instant before saying:

“Your mate was kicking in the stomach more than once and drugs with some paralyzing drug.

-Oh God … Jaybird … Roy said while kisses him again

-We did exam to ensure the health of Mister Jason and the baby.

-And well?

-The drugs don’t seem have long effect on Jason and the baby. In some minutes, it would be off his system without any after effect.

-Ok good. And the bad news?

-Like I already said to Jason … Well there was obviously a detachment of the placenta. The hematoma is peripheral and small so it will not impact the maternal-fetal exchanges.

-What does that mean? Jason and the baby are in danger?

-We will have to impose on Mister Jason total rest and close supervision. At least initially, to make sure that the hematoma does not get worse.

-I killed them. Jason said

-No you didn’t. You are fine. They are fine.

-No they are not.

-Mister Roy, I don’t want trouble you and your mate more but you must know. We cannot guarantee that the pregnancy will end well. We will do everything we can but we cannot promise you everything will be alright.

-I am so sorry.

-Hey, Jaybird. Look at me. Look at me. No matter how it ends it is not your fault, ok?

-You must be so mad … I hate myself so much …

-I want to be mad. Roy confesses. But true is in your place I would have done the same thing.

-God … Doesn’t make us horrible parent?

-Hey! I think we did great with Lian.

-It is because she is so smart.”

Roy laughs and kisses Jason again who relax a little in his arms.

“I love you Jaybird. We will everything for this pregnancy to end well. But no matter the end, I love you.

-I love you too.”

[got7thotsss]

Not My Bias- Jinyoung (Purge AU)

Requested: Yep Warnings: Murder, death, blood, violence, there's a joke that could be found offensive towards Christians- if you do get offended I deeply apologise, I just felt like it was needed for the story. Summary: Y/N goes on a small mission to find her bias, unfortunately she's not in a good mood when she finds him. Pairing: Not really a pairing tbh Word Count: 1.7k A/N: This hasn't been reviewed or checked for any errors, so forgive me for any you find

Got7 knew that holding a concert tonight, of all nights, would be a bad idea. They didn’t expect that one of them would be kidnapped by a group of teenage girls though. As Jinyoung sits, bound and gagged on a chair in the middle of a room covered in Black Pink merchandise, he thinks to himself ‘what in the ever-living fuck possessed these girls to kidnap him?’. There’s never been any problems between the two groups. In fact, Lisa and Bambam are practically best friends at this point. “Stop that.” One of the girls snarl at him, he gives her a look of exasperation. “Stop what?” He tries to say, but it comes out as more like “ock ack” The girl raises the bat in her hand at him and gives him a menacing look. He rolls his eyes at her, then looks over to the window. He notices a few people wandering about, some wearing weird outfits and laughing loudly about the murders they’ve committed. He lets out a small sigh, wondering what his band members are currently doing.

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“Come on. We’ve gotta go save him from those crazy anti bitches. I know exactly who did it.” You yell out, after hearing the news of the kidnapping of one of the members from your favourite group. The rest of your friends nod. “Some of us will stay here to finish up, we should all meet up at the safehouse.” Another member of your group says, gesturing towards the three people nailed to large wooden crosses- Jesus is quaking. “Okie dokie, y’all know what to do after you’ve finished your fun.” You respond, shooting your friend a cheeky wink. They all laugh and nod their heads in agreement, then you along with two others of your ten member friendship group start walking away from your previous activity. One of them stops, pulling a knife out of her boot. She spins around and throws the knife in the general direction of the crosses. With a loud thump, followed by an agonising scream, it hits one of the men you strung up directly in the crotch. “Have fun molesting kids now, Mr Jung.” She yells, before the three of you are on your way again. You reach the house in which you believe the antis are holding your sweet, sweet Jinyoung against his will. You guys came up with a plan on the way to the house and plan to follow through, because you aren’t little bitches, like the pricks that decided to kidnap Jinyoung. You walk up to the door and kick near the door handle, successfully causing it to swing open in a dodgy way on its hinges. The four people in the room twist round to look at watch caused the commotion. Jinyoung is bound on a chair, surrounded by three girls, who all look shocked to see you. You stomp through and swing your fist to connect with the closest female’s jaw. She grunts and falls to the ground, clutching her jaw in her hands. Your friends follow behind you, taking on the other two people in the room. One of your friends sending an air kick, the other bringing her knee up in the girl’s crotch. The kid you punch lunges towards you from the floor, only for you to knee her in the nose. Blood gushes out down her face. After a few punches and kicks, even a cheeky elbow from your friend, all three girls are on the floor, beaten and bruised. “I won’t ask again, which of you came up with the brilliant idea of kidnapping Park Jinyoung?” You ask, this is the third time you’ve asked and to be quite frank, you are done with asking. Your two friends are untying Jinyoung behind you. You lift your fist up to strike another punch, only to be met with the girl you’re going to punch, pointing at the one in the middle. You look towards the other with a raised eyebrow. She nods her head, you nod back then finish connecting your fist to the original girl’s face. By now, she’s out cold, “You don’t snitch on friends.” You state angrily, throwing a foot into the other girl’s face. “Y/N, we’re gonna take him to the safehouse. Let us know when you’re on your way.” One of your friends say, to which you nod. They lead Jinyoung out, him hobbling behind them. You turn towards the last girl and shake your head at her. Her face turns white as paper, she shakes her head furiously as you grab her feet and pull her away from her unconscious friends. You step over her, so that you feet are on either side of her chest, her arms pinned to her side. You straddle her chest, laughing at the look of pure terror in her eyes. Pulling the knife out of your boot, you start humming the tune of ‘stop stop it’ under your breath and then trace the blade over her face. Painstakingly slowly, you start to carve letters into her forehead. She lets out ear-piercing screams, but you don’t let that deter you. She needs to know what she is and her friends need to know it to. “If you hold still, it’ll hurt less.” You state, as you finish up the carvings on her forehead. You pull the knife away from her face and she starts to cry, then growls profanities at you. “Oh, hun. For that, I’ll add a little decoration.” You laugh, turning her head to the side, squashing it into the floor, so you can start carving the Got7 logo into her cheek. You decide after you’ve finished the first logo to do it on her other cheek too, because why not. The room you’re in echoes with her screams as you finish up the logo for a second time. You stay straddling her, watching the blood run down the sides of her face. She attempts to spit at you, so you don’t hesitate to slash her throat. You watch as the life starts to drain from her eyes, as the blood drains from her body. She tries to spit out a few more curse words, but eventually decides against it, as the blood exits faster when she talks. “Good night, Anti Bitch.” You state, as the life fully drains from her eyes. You chuckle slightly to yourself as you stand up. You wipe the blood and grime from your hands on your jeans, then look over the masterpiece you created on her face. The words ‘Anti Bitch’ across her forehead. You smile in triumph, before sliding your knife back into your boot (obviously wiping onto her clothes first), then walking out of the door. You shoot a quick message to your friend letting her know that you’re on your way, before practically running to the safehouse. When you get there, you immediately make your way to the sink to properly clean the blood off your hands. You notice Jinyoung sat on the sofa, not moving at all. “He refuses to move or anything, I think he thinks that he’s still kidnapped.” Your friend whispers in your ear. You sigh, then make your way over to him, perching on the edge of the coffee table directly on front of him. “Do you want to call any of your members or anything?” “No, I’d rather not.” “Are you sure? I’m sure they’d want to know if you’re okay. You do know you can do whatever you want now, right? We just want to keep you here safe, until this is all over. I want you to feel comfortable.” “What did you do to that girl?” You shoot him a grimace, looking down at your feet. “I dealt with her.” You respond, deciding that was the best way to put it. “Okay. Do you have any healthy snacks? I always get peckish after a show, and obviously the others weren’t as hospitable.” He replies, letting out a humourless chuckle afterwards. You nod your head, then look towards your friend. She opens the fridge, then shoots you a thumbs up, grabbing something from inside. “Well, I’ll leave you in the company of Y/F/N, I’m just gonna go jump in the shower.” You state, after slapping your knees, then standing up. He nods his head, as your friend walks over with some humous and carrot sticks. You scrunch your nose up in disgust, but jog along to the shower, finishing up in a record time of eight minutes. You make your way back into the living room, where your friend is pacing in front of the door. You raise a questioning eyebrow at her, to which she explains that she’s gotta go help the others, because something has gone wrong. You nod your head and tell her to go, then you plop yourself down on the sofa next to Jinyoung. “You smell like citrus and lavender.” He states, making you look towards him in shock. “Correct. That’s my shampoo and my body wash. That’s a good sniffer you’ve got yourself.” “There’s like six hours of this purge malarkey left. What are we gonna do?” He questions, you look around the room before zoning in on the remote. “We can watch some films on Netflix.” You state, making him nod his head. After a few minutes of looking you decide on something, “Let’s watch Dream Knights.” “Please, God no. I would rather be kidnapped with those other girls than watch that.” He states, making you laugh. “Okay, okay, how about this?” You question, putting on a random film, he nods his head in agreement, then you both sit silently watching the film.

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It has now been two weeks since Purge night. You adjust the length of your black dress, before sauntering into the cathedral. You shoot a cheeky wink to the girls that are marked from your fists, before sitting in the last row of pews, silently watching the ongoing service. After the service, you wait for everyone to leave, before being approached by the two girls. “You have some nerve coming here.” One of them spits at you. “I would watch your mouth if I was you.” You snarl back, before smiling at the priest on the other end of the room. “Why did you come here?” “To make sure you two learnt your lesson. Mess with any member of Got7 again, your friend over there won’t be the only one mutilated in a casket.” You respond, before shooting them a sickly sweet smile, then taking your leave.

[quccnnorth-archive]

Ramsay shows Sansa a new toy. A broken and battered Robb Stark, a present from House Frey.

ramsay bolton was the cruelest man to step foot on this planet. this, she could say without a shadow of a doubt. every day had been a new level of hell where he introduced a new level of torture to her, whether it be physically, mentally, or emotionally. today, was no different. the newlyweds sat in the great hall, eating their food in silence, theon – or reek, apparently now, watching in the corner as they got to eat food he could only dream of. it felt wrong to sansa, and although she harbored resentment towards everything theon did to betray her family, seeing the absolute torture he had gone through, not even being recognizable to himself as theon greyjoy – made her pity him. almost forgive him..‘ i have a present for you, my beautiful bride. ’ ramsay announced, his tone as enthusiastic as could be. the menacing smile on his face causes her to shiver, chills shooting up her spine. for the level of excitement he had, sansa knew whatever he had for her would be absolutely torturous. ‘ you’ll like this too, reek. ’ he mentions over to theon, beckoning him over. the empty shell of who she once knew seemed eager for compensation, but sansa knew better than to trust ramsay, she knew this would be something that could only hurt the two of them, though she couldn’t think what. ramsay calls for myranda to bring the gift in, sansa’s eyes looking up as she sees a figure accompanying her. in that moment, her fork crashes to her plate, the loud sounds of dishes clattering echoing through the stone room. theon, too, reacts, because she notices his body beginning to tremble violently. ‘NO!’ she hears herself yell out, rising from her seat to run closer to the other body, hand reaching out to cup the man’s face. his mouth was gagged, body beat to a pulp. IT WAS ROBB. 

tears threaten to spill from tully blue eyes, sansa refusing to give ramsay exactly what he wanted from her: a reaction, a plea. theon, too, steps closer, terrified of the best friend he had completely betrayed, robb himself refusing to meet his eyes. instead, robb’s eyes only focus on sansa’s, begging internally for her to help him. ‘ well, well, well.. isn’t this a touching family reunion. ’ ramsay begins, walking closer to sansa. he grabs sansa’s face violently in his hands, watching as robb struggled to try to help, his eyes finally shooting to theon to take some action for the sake of his sister. yet, he remained still, head bowed down in shame, eyes fighting back tears that told stories of the nights he’d watch ramsay have his way with sansa. ramsay forces a kiss to sansa, her struggling against his grip. typically, she remained numb, stayed perfectly still as he did what he pleased with her. but with the presence of her brother, she felt a new sense of hope to get out of this living hell she was stuck in. ‘ now, now.. don’t let your brother think that his sister isn’t happy with her husband.. warden of the north, lord of winterfell. ’ he uses these words to tease robb intentionally, wanting him to be bothered over ramsay having what was once his. ‘ no matter, i think we can arrange for your brother to watch with reek tonight. your brother can see the woman i have made of you. ’ he laughs at the conclusion, sansa now suppressing the sob that dared escape her throat. robb, however, has seen enough. with every last bit of strength he has left, he manages to head butt ramsay, knocking him out. he looks at sansa with urgent eyes, already planning their escape. but before they can react, myranda is standing before them, knife in hand. ‘ not so fast! ’ she warns, wicked smile on her face. though they manage to run past her, sansa dragging theon along with them as they went to run free. he refused to leave, though, robb begging her to leave him behind. she swallowed, fearing this escape couldn’t be possible, though robb’s optimism was the only thing that allowed her to run through the halls of winterfell. their exit seemed to be inevitable, the castle gates becoming larger and larger in their field of view, though something stops them from exiting. an arrow soars past, shooting robb in the back. he screams out in agony, sansa screaming out as he’s hit. sure enough, myranda is standing behind them, theon at her feet. that bastard, she thought angrily, he’d betray robb twice over. though, in all fairness, she understood he was no longer theon. he was something else.. something destroyed beyond repair. ‘ sansa, run. ’ robb grunts out, trying to continue to run, the arrow not leaving fatal damage, but she refuses. sansa stands in front of robb, right in the pathway of the arrows myranda was aiming with an unfortunate accuracy. ‘ i’m going to kill you both. then there will be no stark claim left for winterfell, you’re just making ramsay’s job even easier. ’ she snides, eyes wide with excitement of the kill. sansa hears robb pleading with her to move, but she does not dare move a muscle. ‘ kill me then. ’ she says sternly, almost daring the other woman to do it. ‘ i don’t fear death anymore, in fact, i welcome it. death is the superior option to ramsay and what he’s done to me. ’ she uses the back of her foot to kick robb, urging him to continue to run while she’s distracting myranda. she braces herself for the arrow, clenching her firsts tightly, breath sucked in. she prayed silently in her head, begging her mother and father to greet her when she was with the gods soon enough. BUT NOTHING HAPPENED.instead, myranda’s arrow misses, bouncing off the wall. she sees the anger in the female’s eyes as she realizes theon was the one who stopped her. sansa’s eye’s widen with shock, robb grinning like a wicked fool as he realized that perhaps, his best friend was under there after all. lost in all of the chaos, sansa blinks and then suddenly finds myranda’s lifeless body on the ground, at least forty feet below them. ‘ come on! ’ theon screams out, his hand grabbing sansa’s, sansa’s grabbing robb’s. the three ran through the halls of winterfell almost as if they were reenacting one of their childhood games, though this time the danger was very real.she hears ramsay awaken, barking orders to ready the hounds and follow them. the stark siblings and their companion sprinted, robb slowing down due to the arrow still lodged into his flesh, wincing out loud in pain with each corner they turned, the arrow banging into the wall. sansa had no time to react to his pain, for she was too busy running for her life, dragging robb as hard as she could so he wouldn’t get lost behind. they make it to the edge of the castle, now realizing their only shot of survival is to jump into the snowy banks down below. sansa looks at her brother uncertainly, though deep down she knows this is what they have to do. the sound of a hound is heard running frantically towards them, theon urging them to jump before it catches up.. but then robb drops her hand. sansa looks at him questioningly, though the tears in his eyes show her what he’s about to do, and she begins yelling at him to stop, hand grabbing at him so they can jump down together. ‘ robb, don’t be dull. come on, we can get away. we can find bran and rickon – we can find jon. we can come back here, on our terms. but i need you robb, please. ’his eyes look to theon at the mention of bran and rickon, the other boy nodding in confirmation that they were alive, robb flashing a smile as the realization the stark children were still out there, and that they weren’t burned alive at the hands of his best friend. still, he didn’t climb back up to the edge with sansa and theon. he shook his head simply. ‘ they murdered mother. they murdered my wife – my unborn child. all of my men. they took everything from me, they humiliated me. they tortured me for years, and i feel like an empty shell of myself. i don’t deserve to survive when no one else did, sansa... ’ her eyes are now leaking, the eldest stark daughter grabbing desperately at the eldest son, trying to get him to simply just go with them.‘ theon, take her to jon at castleblack, please. i trust you, theon. i trust you to bring sansa there safely. i need you to do this for me. ’ the other man blinks back tears, swallowing at the lump in his own throat, knowing this means in a sense he earned the forgiveness he didn’t deserve from his best friend. sansa, however, is too mad at her brother to allow him to do this.  ‘ you don’t have to do this, robb. we can all jump now. don’t be a martyr. ’ though, as soon as those words escaped her, she hears the hounds pounding up the stairs, right outside the doors they were standing behind. ‘ ROBB, NOW, PLEASE! ’ she practically wails, though he nods at theon and she knows what’s about to happen.‘ i’m buying you the time that you need. they’ll be too distracted with me to find you at first. sansa… i love you, please. live for me. go, now! ’ before she even has the chance to reply, theon’s hand is dragging her down the castle walls with him, the last thing she hears is the dogs reaching robb. the two of them land in the snow, scurrying as fast as they can to move past into the woods, robb’s agonizing screams  echoing in her ears as violent sobs overcome her. despite this, she keeps running, promising she’d live for him. and that is exactly what she did. 

[crimsoncobaltblue]

A Single Touch: Part 2 - Debbigail

(Sorry I took so long for the second part. For the record, never live on a farm unless you like working all the time for whatever reason. Anyways, if you haven’t read the first part then you might want to. Enjoy my horrible writing!!)

Read the other parts!  Part 1 | Part 3

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“I can’t believe that was your best plan!” Louie complained. I just ignored him, knowing that’s just kinda what Louie does.

My sides were burning now. Just hot enough for it to be uncomfortable. I felt anxious but I didn’t feel like a hospital visit was needed. The warmth... it reminds me almost of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day at the same time..? Weird, I know. The coziness and calm the night of Christmas Eve, and the exhilaration and borderline anxiety on Christmas Day to see what you got from Santa seemed to be all wrapped up together where the soulmate imprints were on my sides. I couldn’t focus on it for too long though. I moved on from that thinking as quickly as possible, as if I were being pushed by something invisible telling me to hurry up.

Thanks, I’ll get right on that.

And I did. I flung the door open while declaring loudly, “Come on guys!” I grinned mischeviously at them. “Let’s go touch some expensive stuff.” Was the last thing I said before a rope of some sort wrapped around me and lifted me away!

Maybe I screamed, maybe I didn’t. I won’t tell.

I heard my brothers yell after me before they were captured as well.

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After an extremely short amount of time, we found ourselves hanging upside and with a spotlight on us. The rest of the room was dark so we had no clue who attacked us. I couldn’t help but feel fear build up inside me, not quite even with the soulmate marks but definitely up there. I started wiggling around in the ropes to get free but they were just too tight. By now my soulmate marks were so hot it was really hurting and I’m honestly surprised the rope didn’t catch on fire.

“I’ll put the marbles back!! I swear!!!” I whined. If it was Mrs. Beakley and she thought they stole from Uncle Scrooge then I hoped she would be less likely to hurt us if we gave away information freely.

“Who sent you?!” The voice snapped at us and I felt a jolt race down my spine. It wasn’t from fear though, that much I knew. “Ma Beagle? Glomgold?! Answer me?!”The menacing voice said from the shadows and all I could do was stare in the direction of the mysterious voice. As weird as it was, it was like my body was crying out in anguish, despite the fact that I was unharmed.

Tied upside down and interrogated, but unharmed.

“UNCLE SCROOOOOGE!!!” Louie cried and I would’ve gotten really furious with the voice if it weren’t for my fear and intrigue.

“Uncle Scrooge?” The voice questioned, having gone from threatening to curious quicker than a lightening strike. “OH MY GOSH!!! THE NEPHEWS!!!” The voice screamed and while I felt my brothers flinch from the sudden noise, I managed to remain still. The next thing I knew I saw a cute little girl with a pink bow in her hair clap the lights on.

My face flushed and it wasn’t because of the blood rushing to my head from being upside down. A girl captured and carried us here and tied us up and made Louie cry in under a two minutes? I didn’t know whether to be intimidated or amazed so I decided both was good.

I noticed the palms of her hands had her soulmate marks. Which was incredibly common but these looked so familiar and... they looked as if they were almost shining a little bit.

“Wait, you know us?” Louie said as she ran up to us, her chin-length hair bouncing all the while, and I smiled without even meaning to. She stood on a nearby rolly-chair carefully and grabbed a knife that had been stabbed into a map. She sliced the rope expertly so me and my brothers hit the wooden floor with a thud.

She got down from the chair and stood next to it while we checked ourselves for anything bruised or broken. “Of course! Researching Mr. McDuck and his family is kind of my hobby.” She explained excitedly, halfway resting her head on her hand which still held the knife.

“W-Wha?” Louie questioned weakly, still really freaked out I’m guessing. And... Maybe I just hit my head too hard but everything this girl did seemed to be really kind of endearing.

As I was starting to get up, the girl immediately plucked a hair from Louie’s head, threw the knife behind her and asked “What are your blood types?” All in the same second.

That was when I froze.

I knew what was going to happen and this, let me tell ya, is probably the most thrilling thing I have ever felt.

“What’s Donald really-“ She started and cut herself off as she slipped her hands around my sides.

Right where the imprints of her hands belonged.

“-like?” She finished but clearly she had focused on other things. The burning heat that the imprints had given me vanished and was replaced by the coziest, happiest feeling I had ever experienced as I stared at the girl who was my soulmate. I stared at her in amazement before my brain started to function again and naturally made me remember nearly every daydream I’d had about meeting my soulmate.

Particularly every embarrassing one that made me wish I had something to cover my now flushed face.

“I-uh... I-I-I...” I tried but nothing came out. All I could do was stare and stutter until she smiled and I definitely did not melt at the sight of such cute expression...

Okay, that was a lie.

“I like hamburgers!” She yelled suddenly and I winced from being so close to the noise. Then she opened her beak again. “I really don’t know why I just told you that.”

I was about to answer before she continued. “Or why I paused like that. That was weird. And I mentioned it. Why did I bring it back up?” She kept rambling anxiously and I just smiled at this sweet girl that was apparently my perfect match. My other half.

I saw Louie out of the corner of my eye shake his head and growl a little bit. We all turned to look at him as he took some money out of his pocket gave it to a still shocked Huey. “Dang it. Can’t believe I lost.” Louie groaned and Huey shook his head too before looking pretty smug. I simply ignored them and looked back towards the girl and realized that I had yet to ask her name.

“So, um, what...what’s your name?” I asked and winced, mentally kicking myself. Come on, Dewey! Where’s that dashing, debonair Dewey Duck from earlier?

The girl straightened and blinked before replying with a grin. “Oh, hi! I’m Webby. It’s nice to meet ya.” She said brightly while seeming just the tiniest bit shy.

Turns out dashing, debonair Dewey Duck is on vacation away from awkward, dorky Dewey Duck.

“I’m Dewey.” I just barely got out, feeling my face flush.

“I know.” Webby said and before I could ask, she explained for me. “I like researching Mr. McDuck’s family..” She explained and I smiled.

“Yep, I definitely remember you telling me that a while ago.” I said and she laughed a bit. My heart probably would’ve burst by then if it weren’t for Louie.

“Ew, are they gonna kiss or something?”

As soon as I heard it I realized that her arms were still on my sides and my arms holding her shoulders. I think she realized the same thing right as I did because we both jumped away from the other at the same time.

“NO!” We both yelled indignantly. Louie’s question and laughter really did not help me at all to focus on being smooth.

Of course, my mind naturally floods with visions of me and Webby going on dates, watching movies together, hopefully adventuring, maybe just some kissing... I quickly shook my head, my face rivaling the red of a tomato.

Webby was looking around and seemed nearly as embarrassed as me before she gasped. “Oh wait, I need to add all this to my board!!” She exclaimed before pulling out some ancient Polaroid camera and taking one picture of me and my brothers and one picture of me on my own. Both pictures were very bad. Of course, I didn’t tell her that.

“Tell me everything about you guys.” She said excitedly as she pinned the pictures to the bottom of her board before turning to us.

“Uh... We live with our uncle.” Louie offered uncertainly.

“On a boat..?” I said and I mentally slapped myself for not being able to think of anything useful. I blame Louie. It’s his fault my brain wants to keep thinking about Webby and how... she looks really adorable when she’s focused and listening.

“Go on.” Webby said, mainly looking at my brothers but I was glad to notice she would glance my way every few seconds.

“Kinda it. We’re just a normal, boring family. Well, for the most part...” Huey added and looked to me with a smirk.

Apparently, embarrassment does not go away if your siblings do everything to keep it there.

Webby completely ignored that last part, thankfully. “Normal? Boring? Ha!” She laughed before allowing the thing covering her board to roll up.

I am unashamed to say my jaw dropped.

It was basically an entire diagram board concerning my family’s history.

I stared at Webby, wanting to say something. Anything. I’d even be willing to even embarrass myself as long as it showed how impressed I was but nothing came out.

“Huey, Dewey, and Louie Duck.” She explained as she attached a random string around the pin holding up our poorly taken photo. Aw man! I had my eyes closed! “Scrooge McDuck’s great nephews on his sister Hortense’s side side, with Quackmore Duck twice removed.” She explained, practically bursting with untapped energy. I was curious if she ever ran out of energy.

I looked at the board more closely and right at the bottom right corner I saw a couple drawings scribbled in pieces of notebook paper.

“I’m guessing this is you.” I said, motioning towards the pink person-like figure on the picture.

“Oh, I’m Webby Vanderquack. My granny’s the housekeeper.” She explained to me, smiling. I smiled back and tried not to let my daydreams take over my mind again... Me and Webby around Christmas, her probably wearing an ugly Christmas sweater, looking as adorable as ever... Me and Webby under the mistletoe... ‘NO! Bad Dewey! Stop that! You’ve only just met her!’ I scolded myself but I’m a rebel so I talked back. To myself. ‘But it’s almost like you’ve known her forever.’

Ugh, I’m not dealing with this. Shut up brain.

“So, uh, what are we?” Webby inquired, sounding unsure.

I wanted to say something smooth to that. I used every bit of concentration and suaveness I had (which was quite a bit normally, but today I was pretty distracted).

“In love, I hope.” I said with a wink and my most charming grin.

Boy, and I had thought my face was red before.

Webby’s hands flew up to her face as if to hide the crimson that was quickly traveling all over her face. I took a couple steps toward her, unsure of where this confidence was coming from. I was about a foot away from her before I stopped.

Webby clearly was struggling to function and I grinned proudly, glad that I wasn’t the only one affected by my soulmate here. Webby moved her hands from her face and opened her beak. Then closed it only to open it again and say, “Cuddling releases natural painkillers!” Before she turned around and started writing on her board frantically.

She attached one string from her picture to the picture with me and my brothers and wrote “friends” in big, red marker. I felt a little hurt by that but I was still unsure of how to answer her random fact. Until she attached a little red string from her picture to the one that just had me and underneath the string she wrote “soulmates.” I grinned at her even though she was staring at the board intently, as if she planned to interrogate it.

“She’s right by the way,” Huey spoke up and we all turned to look at him. “It says here in the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook that, according to scientific studies, cuddling and/or snuggling are a natural pain reliever.

Louie smirked. “Well then, I need to be cuddled immediately ‘cause I’ve been in pain most of the day.” Louie said snarkily and I would’ve gotten mad if it weren’t for Webby.

“Why? Did you hurt yourself?” She asked, clearly confused. She looked at me then Huey and Louie, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

I saw Louie started to snicker and Huey was definitely trying to hide his amused grin behind his JWG. Webby stared at me, bewildered. “Never mind, Webby. I’ll have tell ya later.” I said and she continued to look confused.

“So, friend,” Louie started, motioning to the board where Webby wrote ‘friends.’ “What do you do for fun around here?”

“Oh. I’m the best at fun.” She said but it didn’t really sound like she meant it. She looked around for a second before she kicked open a vent and started to crawl through.

I grinned. Now, this was my kind of fun. Adventure!

I followed right behind her. I looked back at my brothers who were following behind me. “I sure am glad we ditched that Marble Room.”

———————-

We were crawling through the vents, enjoying exploring as Webby explained where we were.

I somehow ended up in the back because I was trying to remember exactly how to get anywhere in the maze.

“I have enough excitement caring for Webby.” The housekeeper, Mrs. Beakley, said below. She was talking to Uncle Scrooge, who looked like he was in some sort of weird deep sea diving suit. “Perhaps you should spend some time with your own family.”

“Oh, aye? Hang up my spats? Become the dotering old relic everyone thinks I am, spinning yarns to those loudmothed young’uns about the man I used to be?” Uncle Scrooge argued back and I did feel a bit guilty about watching them but... It was just too interesting.

“You have avoided them for ten years!” Mrs. Beakley argues and I’m guessing she was talking about us.

“Because,” Uncle Scrooge started, his voice slowly rising. “Family is nothing but TROUBLE!!!” He roared in his thick Scottish accent, turning towards Mrs. Beakley. Today was going so well until that moment. Honestly, I’m glad he’s avoided us if he thought of like that anyways. I hardened my face and kept moving, hoping to catch up with the others.

———————-

I managed to catch up to my brothers and Webby pretty quickly after that little scene I saw. It just made me feel really... upset, I guess, that some part of my family, even if we weren’t close, didn’t even like us at all. I get me and my brothers can be tough to deal with but to basically just to say you hate us? I tried to move those thoughts away and focus on happier things.

“-a bit over-protective.” I just heard Webby mid-sentence as I crawled out of the vent and landed in the floor. She seemed too lost in thought to notice that I caught up.

“She trains me to be ready for anything,” She said while going into a fighting stance. I’m guessing she meant her granny. “But then she says that I’ve got everything I need in here.” She paused and looked down sadly. I felt bad for her. Our Uncle Donald did the exact same thing but me and my brothers always rebelled. Webby’s too kind and innocent and sweet to try and do anything like that.

“But one day... I’m gonna see the world. I’m gonna be and EXPLORER! I’m gonna eat a hamburger.” She said seriously, while pointing in front of her dramatically. She glanced my way quickly before refocusing.

“We could bring you a hamburger.” Huey offered, him and Louie looking amused.

“You guys really are my best friends.” She stated gratefully as Huey and Louie walked off to explore the room. I leaned against the wall for a second as Webby watched my brothers walk away.

She turned towards me and smiled brightly. I had to force myself to not just smile and stare creepily. “Hamburgers are pretty good.”

She nodded. “That’s what I’ve heard! But come on, we can talk about hamburgers and their magical properties later.” She said excitedly before grabbing hold of my hand and leading me toward the door my brothers were staring at.

“Welcome to the Wing of Secrets!” Webby said mysteriously as she opened the door to the dark room.

Webby rushed in with Huey and Louie right behind. I stayed back, my mind still kept dwelling on why Uncle Scrooge seemingly hated us. I don’t think I did anything wrong other than just doing normal kid things like asking a bajillion questions at once.

There were so many things in here. Bones of dinosaurs and other unnameable creatures. A portrait of Scrooge standing over a naked bear. “I knew it!” Huey stated proudly as Louie poked at a small stone statue of Scrooge. “Dewey check it out!” Louie said with a smile while pointing at the statue.

“Yeah, whatever.” I said before walking off.

Okay, I did feel a little bad doing that but Uncle Scrooge’s words just kept coming back and making me angry and a little sad too. Why does he dislike us so much?

I heard Webby explain something to Huey as I wandered around the wing, looking at all the things Uncle Scrooge collected. All the things he was so busy getting, he didn’t even take time to tell us we’re related to him! I clenched my fists. I felt like punching something!

“Hi.” I heard from above. I immediately relaxed as soon as I heard the voice. Webby jumped off an enormous crate, did a flip in mid-air, and landed safely on her feet. She stood up straight and tilted her head to the side, looking worried. “Are you alright, Dewey?”

For a second, I didn’t answer because I was in awe of her. How on earth did I get someone this amazing as my soulmate?! I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I’m okay. I just...” I paused unsure of whether to tell her.

———————-

(Okay, I’ve gotta make a third part cuz I’m like only a part of the way through the story. I’m basically just following the script of the first episode lol. @cartoonlover233 here’s the second part! I’ll be working on the third part and it’ll probably be coming out soon! Oh and I’d like to thank @thatssweetnessdream for making the fan art of Debbigail that helped me get unstuck on this second part! :3)

[whisperoftheheart1995]

An Unexpected Moment- Chapter 1

The first time Peter sees Johnny Storm in person he's so distracted he swings right into a billboard.

In hindsight, he should have known it would be inevitable. New York is big, but it isn't that big. Of course he'd run into the other superhero sooner or later. It was only a matter of time, really.

Or, the Fantastic Four join the MCU and things get gay

(Also posted here)

“The Daily Bugle thinks you stole a baby,” Ned says, staring down at his phone screen.

“What? Why would I even want a baby?”

“So you can ‘brainwash it to follow in your evil footsteps,’” Ned reads off.

Peter hangs down from his spot on the top bunk. “Ugh, let me see that.” The other boy hands him the phone.

Sure enough, Ned is right. The news headline reads SPIDER MENACE KIDNAPS BABY! accompanied by a photo of Spider-Man pulling a baby out of a burning apartment building. A baby that he handed back to its mother a good four seconds later.

“No one actually believes that, do they?”

“It got over 50,000 retweets.”

“This sucks.” He’s only been Spider-Man for about a year but the public has already turned on him. Even the endorsement from Tony Stark didn’t seem to do much to sway opinions, not when The Daily Bugle keeps putting out stories like this one.

“You need to do damage control or something. I mean, look at all the other superhero groups, the Avengers, the Fantastic Four-”

“Never mention them in this house again,” Peter cuts him off. The Fantastic Four had been a sore spot for him since they emerged a few months ago. They came out of nowhere and all of the sudden, everyone was obsessed with them. Worst of all was Johnny Storm, the teenage superhero who became a social media sensation overnight. It just wasn’t fair. No one ever accused him of stealing babies. Peter hated him and his perfect hair.

“I'm just saying, they've got a great web presence. You could learn something from them.”

Peter grumbles. “Whatever. Now are we gonna watch Star Wars or not?”

Peter goes out on patrol after Ned goes home. It’s a quiet night, and he sits on the edge of a roof, scrolling through his Twitter feed. The Daily Bugle article is already up to 200,000 retweets. Peter lets out a heavy sigh and keeps scrolling. A few posts down, he finds a retweeted Buzzfeed article. “18 Times Johnny Storm Stole (Our Hearts)”. He groans out loud, but clicks on the link anyway.

Just then, he hears a scream in the distance. He pulls his mask back on and stands, looking out into the distance.

“Hey, Karen?”

Yes Peter?

“Hit it.”

Super Trooper starts playing as Peter swings past buildings, following the sounds of screams. He comes to a dark alley where a masked man holding a knife has two women backed into a corner.

“Surprise!” he calls out as he webs the knife out of the man’s hand, kicking him backward away from the women.

The song isn’t even over by the time he has the attacker webbed up against the brick wall.

“Oh my god, it’s Spider-Man!” the first woman says excitedly.

“This is so cool!” adds the second and Peter feels himself swell with pride. People still love him. Even if The Daily Bugle is out to get him, he still has people who care.

“Do you know Johnny Storm?” the first woman asks and his heart deflates like a balloon.

He swings off without another word.

Even at school, Peter can't seem to escape the Fantastic Four. It's all anyone talks about as he walks through the halls, trying to finish his already-late physics assignment as he does. Whatever. At least he has lunch to get it done. And maybe Ned will let him copy his.

Ned shuts off his phone the second Peter sets his lunch tray down, acting oddly guilty. Peter squints at him. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Peter stares at him unblinking. “Just show me.”

Ned unlocks his phone and a Buzzfeed interview of Johnny Storm pulls up. He’s surrounded by puppies, laughing as the one perched in his lap tries to lick his cheek. It’s like something out of one of Peter’s fantasies, not that he’d ever admit that out loud. Instead, he groans dramatically.

“Not you too.”

“What? He’s like, really hot.”

“There’s a joke in there somewhere. And what would Abe think?”

Abe, Ned’s sort-of boyfriend of the last few months. “He’d probably agree with me,” Ned replies with a simple shrug. “I mean, he is hot. That’s, like, an irrefutable fact.”

“That’s definitely not true. And are you saying I’m not hot?” Peter puts a hand to his chest in mock offense.

“Don’t make me answer that.”

“I’m getting a new best friend. MJ, interested?” he directs at the girl seated a few chairs down.

“Absolutely not, dipshit,” she says without looking up from her book.

“Okay, I’m gonna pretend that didn’t hurt. But seriously. Johnny Storm ?”

“I don’t understand what your problem with him is.”

“I don’t have a problem with him!” Peter says frantically. “I just don’t think it’s right to use superpowers to get famous. Or to use them to get, like, underwear modeling jobs or whatever.”

“Like anyone would ever ask you to be an underwear model,” MJ deadpans. Ned chokes on his drink.

Peter glares at his so-called friends. “I hate you both.” He lets out a sigh. “Un-pause it.”

“But I thought you-”

“Just do it.”

Ned gives MJ a confused shrug, but does what he asked. On screen, Johnny picks up another puppy and sets it in his lap, stroking it lovingly behind the ears as he answers the interviewer’s next question.

“I want to play with puppies,” Peter grumbles.

“I know you do, Peter,” Ned says, patting him on the back. “I know you do.”

The first time Peter sees Johnny Storm in person he's so distracted he swings right into a billboard.

In hindsight, he should have known it would be inevitable. New York is big, but it isn't that big. Of course he'd run into the other superhero sooner or later. It was only a matter of time, really.

He closes his eyes tight and braces himself for the impact of hard ground beneath him, but it never comes. Instead, he feels a pair of strong arms wrap around him, and he immediately wishes it had been the concrete instead. If it were possible to die of embarrassment, he would have by now.

He opens his eyes hesitantly, greeted by the sight of Johnny Storm staring down at him, concern written all over his warm brown eyes. “That was some fall, Spidey. Are you okay?”

“I am now,” he says without thinking, then fights the urge to smack himself directly into another billboard.  

Johnny lets out a small laugh. “I think you must have hit your head pretty hard.”

“Oh, yeah, that's it. That's totally why I said that.”

He stares at Johnny, and Johnny stares back.

“So are you gonna get down or…”

“Oh, uh s-sorry,” Peter blurts and scrambles to the ground.

“It’s fine, dude.” Johnny looks at him uncertainly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You have a mild concussion, Karen’s voice says in his head.

“Shut up, Karen,” Peter mumbles and Johnny’s eyes widen.

“No, that’s just- my suit talks to me sometimes,” he clarifies.

Johnny looks at him like he grew a second head. “That’s it, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“No hospitals!” Peter practically yells. “Seriously, I’m fine, I just need to sleep it off. It’s not the first time I’ve swung into a billboard.” He lets out a sigh before hesitantly admitting, “And it probably won’t be the last.”

Johnny smiles at him and a warm feeling settles in Peter’s chest. “Take care, Spidey. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

He flies off, leaving Peter staring at the spot he occupied moments ago.

“God, I hope so,” he finally says, but there's no one around to hear him anyway.

The next day, a photo of them ends up in The Daily Bugle , the headline accusing Spider-Man of seducing the Human Torch to the dark side.

Ned laughs so hard he falls out of his chair.  

“I can't believe you hit on the Human Torch,” Ned says, voice full of disbelief. They're sitting on the floor of Ned’s bedroom, a video game pulled up on the TV in front of them. His friend had finally convinced him to tell the whole story of his encounter with Johnny Storm, a decision Peter was beginning to think was a huge mistake. “I thought you hated the guy.”

“I regret telling you anything, ever.” He shoves a handful of potato chips into his mouth in a desperate attempt to eat away his feelings.

“Better me than MJ.”

“She cannot know about this.”

“Um…”

“You already told her, didn't you?”

“Like a minute after you told me.”

“Oh my god.”

“You have to admit it's kinda funny.”

“No it's not,” Peter groans, putting his head in his hands. “What if I see him again?”

“Come on, what are the chances of that?”

(Chapter 2)

[slashersrus]

Jeremiah Valeska x Reader - Assassin

Y/N is an assassin who Oswald hires to kill Jeremiah after their encounter, except will she actually kill him?

BANG!

I smirked as the bullet flew through my targets head, perfect bulls eye. My target, a middle aged sleaze bag. The guy I had been paid to kill was stealing business from a rival company, I had been paid one million to kill him. The pay was a lot less than I usually got, however I was bored and it was an easy target. Packing up my sniper rifle, I gently placed the strap over my shoulder and climbed down the side of the building. I was in no hurry. Currently, security and body guards were rushing to the body, guns out and looking for the shooter. They would not find me however, as I had made the shot from three blocks away. Normally, I would do the kill in person, with my pistol or my well know black katana. My katana, know as the Black Death, was made from a material stronger than steel. It was practically unbreakable. Like I said, I would usually kill my targets that way, but today I was feeling lazy. Sliding onto my motorbike, I pulled the blacked out helmet over my head, covering my pitch black hair and crystal blue eyes.

I had no more targets today so I decided to go back to my hideout, an expensive, luxury penthouse. No one knew where I lived, I bought the apartment under a fake name and I never do business deals at home. I'd hate for someone to pop in unannounced and try to kill me at an unfortunate time, for example when I'm painting my nails, I would hate to break a nail.

Falling backwards onto my sleek black couch, I kicked off my combat boots and switched on the news. I expected to see some live broadcast announcing the murder I just committed, that is not what I saw. Leaning forward slightly, my eyes widened as I saw and heard a news broadcaster talking about Jeremiah Valeska and his plans to blow up the city. Shocked, I jumped up and grabbed a rucksack, packing my stuff. If Gotham is going to go up in flames, I'd rather not be here when it happens.

I had never had the opportunity of meeting Jeremiah Valeska, however I knew Jerome. Jerome was my friend, probably my only friend, he hired me when he escaped Arkham. I talked with him on multiple occasions, even when not needed, simply because I enjoyed his company. I didn't get attached though, getting attached is the worst thing you can do in my business.

He hired me to kill Theo Galavan if anything was to happen to him, he paid me up front. He paid 20 million, which he obviously stole from under Galavan's nose. Kinda ironic that he paid me with Galavan's money to kill Galavan. I did the job, I killed him before Gordon and Oswald could get to him. Oswald was furious. I hate being in the bad books with one of Gotham's strongest contenders so I said I owed him one. He can ask one, and only one, favour from me and I will do it.

RING.RING.RING.

Hearing my annoying ringtone, I sighed, throwing the bag to the door and walking over to grab my phone from its spot on the couch.

"This is Y/N." My business tone, cold and confident, was in place as I answered. I never let any emotion into my voice when speaking to clients, not wanting to show my cards or any weaknesses I may have.

"Y/N. It's Oswald. I wish to call in that favour you owe me." His voice, trying to sound polite but ending in a snap. He was clearly very frustrated but he also knew that it was a very bad idea to snap at me. He was trying not to anger me.

"Who do you want killed?" I remained calm, cold as my eyes scanned the apartment checking if I had missed anything, I hadn't.

"Make it quick. I'm leaving town." I spoke again, hearing him start to stutter slightly.

"Jeremiah Valeska." Those two words caused me to freeze. He was extremely protected, this would be hard for me.

"40 Million." I stated my price, waiting for his answer.

"40?! You owe me a favour!" He snapped causing me to grow angry at his disrespectful tone.

"The favour, Oswald, is accepting this job. If anyone else was asking I would refuse. Jeremiah Valeska is a very smart man with a small army of followers. He is also about to blow this city up. Anyone else was asking, I would have already hung up. That is your favour. So, 40 million. Your choice." I growled losing my patience.

"Fi-Fine! 40 Million! Just kill that menace!" Hearing him stutter made me smirk, loving to hear the fear in his voice.

"Consider it done." I spoke with finality in my voice before hanging up.

Grabbing my large rucksack, I made my way down to my garage. Multiple cars and bikes sat waiting for me, all fast and fancy. I am one of the best assassins in the US, meaning I get paid a lot of money. Grabbing one of the keys of the wooden wall rack, I walked over to my black BMW. Throwing the rucksack into the boot, I then walked over to the opposite wall, pressing a small panel. After scanning my hand print, a wall panel popped open, exposing the multiple weapons I keep here. Smiling excitedly, I grabbed my katana, a small throwing knife and my gun. Getting in the car, the engine purring to life, I sped off in search of my target.

After a while of searching, I finally found what I was looking for, one of Jeremiahs followers. Parking in a dark alley, I hopped out my car and casually walked up to the young woman. She was whistling and had vibrant green hair. Pulling my katana from my back strap, I jumped forwards and placed it to her neck causing her to freeze.

"Now, you are not my target, so I don't have to kill you. I'll give you a choice. Tell me where Jeremiah Valeska is or die." I spoke with a scary calm voice as I came into her view. I was in my element.

"Never! I'll never betray Jeremiah! JEREMIAH! JEREMIAH!" The woman started to chant causing me to roll my eyes and sigh.

"Pathetic. But don't worry, you'll talk. They always talk." I laughed before dragging her to my car shoving her into the back and taking out my small throwing knife. Smirking, I climbed in after her.

Half an hour later, I knew his location and his follow was dead. Pulling up to the building he was in, I climbed out my car and grabbed my katana. Breaking into the building was easy, an easy lock to pick. I assume Jeremiah believed that the location was far too hidden to be found and didn't bother with reinforcing the place. His mistake.

Following the many corridors, I heard pained screaming coming from one direction. Following the terrified screams, I finally found Jeremiah Valeska. I finally found my target. Silently, I walked up behind him, he was gazing intently into a room. Following his gaze, the sight shocked me, he was burning his followers alive. I expected him to want to keep Jerome's followers.

"Well, that is disappointing." He spoke, annoyance in his voice, before he turned to leave.

"Disappointing? On the contrary, that was an entertaining show." I spoke with humour in my voice causing him to jump whilst spinning to face me and reaching for his gun.

"Ah, ah, love. I wouldn't." I smiled, lifting my katana to his neck, gesturing to the gun he was holding. My British accent flowing through clearly.

"Who are you?" He hissed at me, dropping his gun and glaring.

"You don't know me? Huh, you really didn't get out much did you? I mean, even your brother knew me." I taunted, knowing that mentioning Jerome was bound to get on his nerves and make him angry.

"You knew my brother?" He growled, his insanely green eyes glaring at the weapon pointed at his neck before returning to my face.

"Oh yeah. Fun guy. He hired me to avenge his death and kill Galavan. I'm Y/N." I loved the reaction I was getting out of him, his jaw was clenched as his eyes blazed in anger.

"Y/N? I've heard rumors about you, didn't know what you looked like. I'm guessing you're here to kill me. Who hired you?" His eyes light up in recognition as he heard my name.

"Oswald Cobblepot. Whatever you did, he's really pissed. I don't ask questions, I just take the money. Shame, you could have been great." I trailed off, my mind being consumed with thoughts of how big he could have become in the Gotham underworld.

"Oh well, bye." I tilted my head to the side, raising my katana to kill him.

Before I could make the lethal swipe, he grabbed the blade, unflinching as the blade cut into his skin. My eyes widened at the fact he was showing no acknowledgement of the pain in his hand.

"Wait!" He yelled, pushing against my blade, blood streaming down his wrist and arm rapidly, soaking his suit and staining it red.

"How much is he paying you?" I knew this was just a desperate bid to get me to spare his life, but I decided to indulge him anyway.

"40 Million." Returning my attention to the task at hand, I went to finish my job and kill him before being interrupted yet again.

"He's lying. He can't pay you." The words caused me to freeze, lowing the blade an inch so he could talk.

"He was trying to leverage me into getting him 50 million today. He needs money. He doesn't have 40 million to give you. I, however, can offer you something better. You're very skilled, I could use someone like you on my side. Once I destroy Gotham, you can anything you want. Money. Power. Anything." He spoke so fast, I could barely keep up with his raspy voice.

Stepping back, I slid my katana back into the sheathe, watching as he rubbed his neck where I cut him slightly. I was truly considering his offer.

"If you are lying..." I trailed off, leaving my threat hanging in the air.

"Why would I lie when the truth is so much better?" He stepped towards me, the burning room of his followers long forgotten.

"Fine. Where do we start?" I asked, agreeing that I would work for him for the mean time.

He simply grinned in response, his blood red lips pulling into a crazy smile, before gesturing for me to follow him and walking off. I followed.

[the-rats-story]

Don’t Look Back: Chapter 6

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13887174/chapters/35384934

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Chapter 6: Haunted Rhymes with Hunted

Frisk woke with the absolute worst headache she had ever had. The pounding in her head seemed to be audible. She burrowed deeper into her blanket, hoping to smother out the headache.  Why did her head hurt so much? She groaned and curled up tighter. Confusion overtook her when she realized that she had shoes on. What? How tired was I last night? Wait, what did I do last night? It took Frisk a moment to remember going out with Emily the night before, but she could not, for the life of her, remember how she got home. Did I really drink that much? There was no other way to put it, Frisk felt like absolute shit. The last thing she really remembered was going to get water with Emily and the rest of the group. However it happened, Frisk was just happy to have gotten home safe.

She slowly opened her eyes, squinting in confusion at the faint light filtering through her blanket. Did she take down her curtain last night? Frisk shot up and threw her blanket off, jumping off of her bed despite the agony it caused her head. She didn’t realize until she actually reached the window that the curtain was still up and it was dark outside. Her sigh of relief quickly turned into a pained groan. Frisk clutched her head. Keeping her eyes closed against the harsh light, Frisk stumbled back towards her bed, blindly fumbling for the lamp on the floor by her bed. Once she flicked it off, Frisk gently opened her eyes and kicked off her shoes. She was about to crawl back into bed when a shiver went down her spine.

She froze. Behind her, she could hear a gentle tap, tap, tap. She slowly looked behind her, but saw nothing in the pitch black apartment. She could have sworn she felt someone watching her. She broke out into a cold sweat and her heart started thumping frantically. The tapping sounded like it was coming from her coffee table. Whatever or who ever was making the noise was close to the door. Her window didn’t have a fire escape, she had specifically made sure of that before she moved in. Now she wished she hadn’t. She had one large knife, but it was in the kitchen area near the door, too. No good. She couldn’t remember where she had put her purse when she got home, which still had her pocket knife in it. Barely daring to breathe, Frisk slowly, quietly tried to feel around the floor near her bed, praying to every god she had ever heard of that her purse was there. Her heart dropped into her stomach when she found nothing. The tapping seemed to get louder. The sound was horrifyingly familiar and if it weren’t for the headache Frisk had woken up with, she would have thought this was another nightmare. The window. If I can make it out the window, I can figure it out from there. She thought, knowing that “figure it out” really meant “fall to my death”. But it might be better than the alternative. She might survive the fall, or maybe she’d be able to grab onto the ledge of the window below hers. Maybe.

Frisk began to creep back towards the window, her headache forgotten in the adrenaline rush. She knew once she reached the window, she would have to move quickly. Whoever he had sent after her would see her as soon as she opened the window. Frisk kept low to the ground and tried to slow her heart, sure that whoever was in the apartment with her could hear it.

It’s not him, he wouldn’t be here. It’s night. He can’t be here. It’s not him. It’s not him. She silently chanted to herself as the tapping continued. She stopped breathing and concentrated on listening for any movement from whoever was doing it. Her foot hit the back wall by the window and she froze. The tapping stopped. Frisk waited, but she didn’t hear any other movement from the mystery person. One...two...three...NOW!

Frisk spun around, flinging the curtain back and grasping for the lock on her window. She slammed the window open the second she unlocked it. She was halfway out when a painful grasp on her arm yanked her back inside. Frisk clawed at the hand on her arm uselessly. She tried to kick at her assailant, but they moved too quickly for her to land a blow. Desperate, Frisk leaped forward and tried to bite the arm holding her.

“what the shit?!” Yelled a familiar voice, letting Frisk go, “did you just try to bite me?”

“ sans? ” Frisk asked, shocked. Frisk ran over and turned on her light, conveniently putting some distance between her and the skeleton. Said skeleton gave her a death glare. Frisk returned it.

“good detective skills, sweetheart . yeah, it’s me.” sans retorted. Frisk looked around her apartment for her purse, spotting it by the door. sans caught her looking in that direction and moved to block her escape.

“What are you doing in my apartment? ” Frisk demanded. She straightened her back and put her hands on her hips, trying to look intimidating. Trying not to show just how much her mind was reeling. She quickly looked behind her to make sure that she hadn’t ripped the curtain off when she had tried to escape.

“i would advise against that route, it would only end in pane .” sans pulled out a cigar and lit it before taking a long drag. Frisk shot him a dirty look, she hated the smell of cigars. She walked slowly to the window, closed it, and snapped the lock in place. Once she was done, she turned and faced sans, glaring. The skeleton rolled his eye-lights and exhaled. A puff of smoke escaped between his teeth.

“look, i ain’t here to hurt ya, kid.” sans explained. Frisk raised a single eyebrow and waited. sans let out an irritated huff before continuing, “what do ya remember from last night?”

Frisk’s other eyebrow rose at the question. She didn’t see where this was going and her headache was starting to make itself known again.

“Last thing I remember is Emily leading me to the bar to get some water.”

“sounds ‘bout right. that’s about when some creep tried to spirit you off somewhere.” Frisk’s eyes widened. This was news to her.

“Explain.”

“do ya remember goin’ to the bar to get water by yourself? an’ do ya remember the slimo guy who talked to ya at the bar?” sans continued as Frisk nodded in affirmation, “well i’m pretty sure he slipped somethin’ into yer water while he was trying to shmooze ya. ‘bout twenty minutes later, you were stumblin’ all over the place. next thing i know, he’s carryin’ your unconscious body out the back door. i know grillbz is fond of ya, so i intervened. told the bartender at the club t’tell yer friends i had ya. yer neighbor stopped by around noon.” Frisk grasped onto that last sentence like a drowning man to a straw. She looked over to her clock on the wall it read 11:30.

“Are you telling me….that I slept almost a full 24 hours?” She asked, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. sans took another long drag on his cigar before replying.

“yup.” Was all he offered. Frisk held her head between her hands. I was almost taken. I was almost taken. sans saved me. I was almost taken. Frisk concentrated on breathing. One deep breath in, one out. Repeat.

“anyways, only reason i’m still here is cuz grillbz asked me to make sure you woke up. i phoned him when when i got you here. he promised to give me a few rounds on th’ house for stayin’ with ya, and me bein’ the generous, carin’ guy i am, how could i refuse?” sans chuckled.

“Wait.” Frisk said, holding up a hand. She raised her head to look at the skeleton, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “If you didn’t call Grillby until after you brought me here and you didn’t talk to my friends, how did you know where I lived?” Frisk rose back into a standing position.  When sans didn’t answer, she took a step toward him, angry red splotches rising on her cheeks.

“listen, dollface, in my line of work ya-” Before he could finish his sentence, Frisk broke into a sprint for the front door, surprising the skeleton mobster. Before he could turn towards her, she had fished her knife out of her purse and stood with it facing him. She reached behind her and made sure the door was unlocked, but didn’t run yet.

“Drop the bullshit and tell me. How. Did. You. Know. Where. I. Lived.” Frisk demanded. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead. If sans was able to find her home so quickly, would others be able to as well?

“you threatenin’ me, dollface?” sans asked so quietly Frisk almost didn’t hear him. A shiver of fear crept down her back. sans’ eye sockets were pitch black, his smile sharp and dangerous. Frisk suddenly remembered his gang name. The Reaper. You don’t get that kind of nickname for planting daisies in the park. This monster was dangerous.

“A mobster with a big reputation I just met the other day is in my house. When he shouldn’t know where I live. And I’m alone with him. Can’t blame me for wanting some protection.” Frisk replied, hiding her fear. “Now tell me, how did you find my home?”

“put the knife down, ruby .” sans took a menacing step towards her. He put out his cigar on her table. Frisk raised the knife higher.

“Not until you tell me how you found my home.” She replied.

“heh. so i save yer sorry ass from what was bound to be a bad time, and this is the thanks i get? a knife in my face and you demandin’ answers from me? you got balls. i admire that. really, i do. but i think it’s time to stop playing.” sans raised his left hand and his left eye flashed with blue light and blue smoke trailed out of the socket. Frisk gasped as the knife in her hand was surrounded by a blue light and increased in weight. The knife was ripped from her grasp and slammed into the floor with an unrealistic amount of force. Without hesitating, Frisk turned to open the door and make a break for it, but before she could make even one step, the blue light surrounded her feet and they were held in place.

“i think it’s time for you to take a seat, kiddo.” sans said. He pointed at her, then pointed at her bed. Frisk suppressed a scream as she flew across the room to land roughly on her bed. sans smirked down at her and leaned against the back of her chair. Frisk made to get up again, but sans just used his magic against her and forced her back down. She stiffened and glared, causing sans to mutter, “yeah, yeah, you’re very intimidatin’. now, i got some questions fer ya, now that we have some one on one time. first of all, what’s yer real name?”

“Ruby.”

“try again, dollface. i can smell a fake name when i see one. ‘s part of my job description. you react a little too slow to people callin’ you ruby.” sans explained while examining his philanges, but Frisk could see him peeking at her through the corner of his eyes.

“I have a hard time hearing people at the bar.” Frisk replied without missing a beat.

“nah, that’s not it. see, sweetheart, i think yer name is frisk.” sans replied, still not looking directly at her. Frisk could feel all the color drain from her face.

“What?” Her voice came out cracked, quiet.

“yer, name, dollface, it’s fri-” before sans could finish the name, Frisk had shot up and dashed over to him, intent on attacking him, silencing him. Making sure that he never told another living soul that name. She moved so quickly that she almost grabbed sans’s shirt before he could react and throw her back onto the bed with his magic. sans grinned sharpley at her and scolded, “yer gonna hafta try harder than that to get me. i do shit like this fer a livin’. so, frisk, mind tellin’ me why yer goin’ by ‘ruby’?”

sans sighed when frisk didn’t reply.

“look, you seem like a nice girl, grillbz likes ya, and he hardly likes anyone. so that says a lot of ya, but in my line o’work, ya can’t be too careful, ya dig? just answer my questions, and we can forget this ever happened. what do ya say?” sans offered, his eyelights returning to normal. Frisk thought furiously. What was the best route to go? If she tried to make a break for it, he would just use his magic against her again, and she really didn’t want to piss him off. She felt that that would end poorly for her. But she couldn’t tell him the truth. She couldn’t anyone the truth. But she could tell part of the truth. Surely that would be safe, right?

“Fine.” She bit out as she moved to sit at the edge of the bed and straightened her back. This would require very quick thinking. sans let out a relieved sigh.

“ finally. yer costin’ me a lot of time. time i could be usin’ to sleep or drink….or sleep! I’m bone tired cuz a’ you.” sans sat down on the floor, resting his back against Frisk’s chair as if to emphasize just how exhausted he was, “now then, back to question numba one, why the fake name?”

“Someone is trying to find me. I don’t want to be found.” Frisk answered as she stared him right in the eye.

“ no shit, why else would anyone take a fake name? let me be a bit more specific: who’s tryin’ to find ya?” sans asked, glaring.

“A man. A-a bad man. Who hurt me. A lot.” Frisk admitted. It was the first time she had ever told anyone that much, so the discomfort she showed was genuine. sans cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably.

“i see.” he said, scratching the back of his skull. “sorry to hear that, that’s rough. i’ve known a few people who have been in that kinda relationship, it’s hard to get out of.” sans admitted. Frisk felt guilty, but did not correct him; she simply shrugged.

“so, anyways, next question, what’s yer last name, frisk?” sans asked, breaking the awkward silence. Frisk looked back up at him.

“I don’t know my real last name, I really am an orphan, but I was given the name Terain a few years ago.”  Frisk said quietly. Thankfully she had no documents or paper trail with that name, and only one person knew it, so he wouldn’t be able to trace much from her. Hopefully.

sans hummed in thought.

“I think it’s my turn to ask a question.” Frisk said, steering the conversation away from the details of her life, “Like, how did you know where I live?”

“oh, that’s easy. i followed you home one night.” sans replied offhandedly.

“Excuse me?” Frisk stared, eyes wide.

“what? how else do you think i did it? you didn’t even tell grillbz your address. an’ it wasn’t that hard.” sans waved his hand in dismissal. Frisk felt icy cold. Wasn’t that hard? To follow me home? But I take the back ways and dark alleys! And I make sure no ones ever behind me!

“When did you do it?” Frisk demanded. Voice cold and sharp. sans looked at her, sensing that maybe he shouldn’t have admitted that.

“the night i stopped you behind grillbz. followed you from there. right to yer door.” sans explained, his voice casual. As if stalking random girls was an every day activity for him. “just hadta duck outta sight whenever you stopped to look around.”

“Why?”

“so you wouldn’t see me, why el-”

“You know that’s not what I’m asking.” Frisk interrupted. sans groaned in annoyance.

“cuz i don’t trust ya, genius. yer new, went by a fake name, wouldn’t even tell yer boss yer address, you didn’t talk much about yerself - why would i trust ya near my buddy? a lot of my... friends … frequent grillby’s. i hadta make sure you didn’t have any ulterior motives fer workin’ at that specific bar. my friends and i got a lotta people who would love some information on us. can’t be too careful. plus, i just plain don’t like ya.” sans finished with a shake of his head.  Frisk ignored the insult and silently admitted he had a point. It was still wrong of him to follow her like that, but she understood that level of paranoia.

“Fine. How did you know my name?” Frisk asked. She could count on one hand the amount of people who knew her real name. There was no way sans could have found it. No possible way… unless-

“you told me last night while i was puttin’ you in yer bed. woke up enough to get all pissy at me fer callin’ you ‘the wrong name’. heh. guess you gettin’ drugged helped me out in the end.” sans chuckled. Frisk groaned and smacked her forehead. Of course that’s what happened. Years of playing it safe, lying, taking shady jobs just so her bosses wouldn’t ask questions and she spills the beans because she was drugged and pissed that someone called her ‘the wrong name’.  

“Darn it.” She groaned as she lowered her head in disappointment.

“look, i get that you’re upset, but let’s watch the fucking language.” sans mockingly admonished. Frisk glared at him. He would find this entertaining. Dick, she thought silently at him.

“Very funny,” was all she said, though.

“i know, i’m a real comedian,” sans replied, “but anyways, all this seems like an awful lot of effort just to get away from an abusive ex. i couldn’t find anythin’ on ya, and i’m good at findin’ shit out about people. so forgive me for sayin’, but i still don’t trust you. ya still reek of spy” Frisk sighed. She had hoped that he was done questioning her. A humiliated blush crept onto her cheeks. She pulled off the gloves that Emily had lent her last night. sans shot her a confused look.

“Don’t breathe a word of this. To anyone. Promise?” Frisk asked, clutching her left sleeve in her right hand.

“i don’t make promises, kid.” sans replied, staring at her hand, curious.

“I’m not a kid. And fine, I won’t ask you to promise, but please know that I don’t want anyone to know about this. Not even Grillby. This isn’t your secret to share, sans.” Frisk waited until sans nodded in acknowledgement. Then a moment more. She took a deep breath and pulled up her sleeve until it almost reached her shoulder. She heard sans’s sharp inhale and winced. She knew what he saw. Starting about halfway up her upper arm, a mass of scar tissue crisscrossed. It had been years since a new one was added, but some of them were still red and raised, having been cut open again and again.  Looking away, she slowly lowered her sleeve.

“Believe me, now?” Frisk asked, still not looking at him.

“ye-yeah. i believe you.” sans replied, his voice cracking a little, “but seriously, what the fuck?”

“Yeah, well, like I said; he was a bad man and he hurt me. A lot,” Frisk swallowed, “Please don’t tell anyone. It’s not something I like to advertise.” She asked of him, finally facing the skeleton. sans nodded.

“okay,” was all he said before standing up and walking toward the door, “well, this has certainly been… er… enlightening, but think it’s time for me to go. later.” sans made a quick escape through the door, closing it with more force than necessary behind him. Frisk glared at the door. Once she was sure he wasn’t going to bust back in, she let out a sigh of relief. Her breath started to hitch and she could feel the swell of tears building up. With no one to see, she let them fall.

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Gotham’s Gift to Women”

While coming back from the club, you and The Joker were involved in a car accident and both got some nasty concussions. For same strange reason, you don’t remember each other. Hopefully it won’t last for too long, but in the meantime poor Frost has to deal with two calamities clashing. You can’t stop the damage; one hopes to contain it.

“Are you sure he’s my boyfriend?” you pull on Frost’s jacket, not trusting what he just told you. He is standing to your right after shortly briefing Gotham’s King and Queen about what happened.

“Yes, Y/N, Mister J is your boyfriend,” Jonny confirms, trying to keep things together. Knowing you two, it’s not going to be easy.

“Are you sure? He seems so grouchy,” you pucker your lips, looking at The Joker that sits at the other end of the table, crabby as hell. “But I have a bubbly personality, why would I be with someone cranky like him?” you insist and poor Frost hopes shit won’t go down.

“You realize I can hear you, right?” J snarls, frustrated, tapping his fingers on the grape juice can he keeps on sipping from.

“Do I love him?” and it sounds so painful to get it out of you.

“E-hem, yes, you adore Mister J,” Frost fake coughs, nervous to be the center of attention. Crap, he doesn’t want to answer all these questions but what choice does he have?!

“Are you sure?” you double check again, not pleased with his first answer.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Pfftt,” The Joker huffs, “What’s not there to adore, hm? I mean, I’m close to perfection, woman. Can’t you tell ?!” J glorifies himself right away.

“Ummm…” you hesitate, glaring at the green haired man.

“Frost, why didn’t I kill her yet? She has such a goddamned attitude!” your apparent… “boyfriend” snaps, irritated.

“Because you like her, sir,” Jonny gets startled at the new twist. Jeez, hopefully his boss won’t try anything. If he would remember you, it should be fine, but since you are kind of starting fresh: two calamities clashing; you can’t stop the damage. One hopes to contain it.

“Like her?! How?! Was I in my right mind when I agreed to date her?!”

Is this a trick question? Frost thinks, on the brink of sweating from anxiety.

“You were, boss,” and Jonny seems so sincere that J gives you a super–mean glare, appalled.

“Unheard of !” The Joker sniffles, considering getting rid of your body tonight after squeezing the life out of you himself. “What’s your name, woman?”

“Y/N,” you frown, considering dumping his body in the river tonight after stabbing him or something. “What’s your name, dude?”

“Mister J!” he raises his voice, upset you called him “dude”.

“And J comes from what?” you continue. Apparently, you love playing with fire. Ahhh, if you could only remember.

“Joker!!!” he shouts, more and more irritated.

“Why are you yelling?!” you get pissed. “I can hear you, alright ?! Frost,” you address him, “are you 100% this is my boyfriend? Are you certain you’re not fucking with me?!”

“I’m not fucking with you,” Jonny holds his breath, praying in his mind and he never really prays; now seems like a good opportunity to start.

“Shut up, Y/N !!” J slams his fist on the table, kicking the empty chair next to him in the process.

“Oh my God, is that how you talk to ladies?!” you gasp, surprised. “How did you even get a girlfriend with this temper?! Especially a fine one like me!”

“Whaaaa’ ????????” his blue eyes get so big you have to inquire:

“Are you ok? Seems like you’re about to have a stroke.”

“Mister J, Y/N, please calm down,” Frost is working his magic, starting to sweat; he can’t help it, too much tension. “I promise you two like each other, I swear you do!”

You and that dude that calls himself Joker stare at one another, doubtful.

“He’s horrible!”

“She’s dreadful!” you both say it in the same time.

J leans over the table, pointing his finger at you, so furious he wants to shoot you on the spot.

“Listen here…” he begins his speech and the partially unbuttoned purple coat reveals some ink on his pale skin.

“Oh, you have tattoos?” you suddenly become very curious and forget you were just about to shoot him.

“Huh?” The Joker loses train of thought. “Yeah, I do,” he straightens his back, suspicions.

“I love guys with tattoos, can I see?” you get up from your spot and walk towards him.

Frost is about to faint and he is a very strong man: you usually use this strategy when you want to get close to somebody and kill them.

“Y/N, please don’t do…” and his cell alerts him there is an incoming text message. Jonny reads it right away. Emergency, of course, he has to leave. But how can he go when his boss and girl…Never mind. The Joker took off his coat to show you his tattoos and you genuinely look interested. If you wanted to try and murder him, you would have attacked by now.

“I have to go, I’m needed at the hideout; our guns shipment has arrived,” he announces and you both signal him it’s fine. He heads towards the exit, completely worried but wishing nothing bad will happen in his absence.

“These are sooo cool,” you circle around J , admiring the work. You suddenly stop and look down you cleavage. “Oh, I have tattoos also,” and without any warning you take your top off, apparently showing The Joker your lacy bra and your own ink.

He purrs and you pout.

“What are those sounds?!”

“Dunno, just came out,” he mutters, continuing to check you out. (The tattoos, of course, nothing else.)

What a weirdo, you think, but then you notice due to your low–cut jeans:

“Oohhh, is this your name on my pelvis …??”

Yup, there it is: “Property of Joker.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” the crazy laugh makes you squint your eyes; it’s just like listening to chalk scraping on a board. Makes you shiver. “ This is hilarious!” J continues to laugh. “I guess I marked my territory!”

Is he trying to be funny?! Because he’s not. You refuse to believe this is your boyfriend.

Then you see it since his Batsy shorts slid down his waist. You gesture towards the area, triumphant:

“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you,” that wide smirk on your face makes him look down and his snickering comes to an abrupt stop:

“Is that your name on my pelvis …?”

Yup, there it is: “ Only Y/N’s “.

Your turn to laugh:

“This is hysterical ! I guess I marked my territory too!”

The Joker instantaneously hates it.

Are you trying to be funny? Because you’re not. He refuses to believe you’re his girlfriend.

He growls and you bite your cheek. “What are those sounds?!”

“Dunno, just came out,” he bitterly replies, wanting to get into his purple coat again.

“Do you work out a lot?” you flutter your eyelashes at him, distracted by those perfect abs. “Yeah, I do,” J cracks his neck. “Do you?” he stares at your body up and down, admitting the view is far from unattractive.

“A-ha, every other day,” you sniffle, putting your shirt back on. “Taking a shower now.”

“Why do I care?” he snarls, scoffing.

“I was just saying; are you getting mad again?! What’s wrong with you?! Can’t you control yourself?!”

The Joker’s left eye is twitching.

“Listen here, woman, I am the King of Gotham; I own this town!! I’m not gonna let…”

“You like being bossy, don’t you?” you fight back because he’s rubbing you the wrong way. “How can you be my man?! You’re so… so…” and you back out since he has this menacing expression on his face while stepping towards you.

He traps you against the wall and punches the panel close to your head so hard you hear the fingers snap. At this point you prepare to gauge his eyes out or kick him in the nuts, whatever works the best.

“Nobody talks to me like that!!! Ever!! I’m going to…”

You have no idea why, but you sniffle his neck and whisper:

“You smell nice, what are you wearing?”

“Huh?” he pushes his body against yours, still aggravated.

“What cologne are you using? I like it,” and you inhaling his scent again makes him purr.

“I don’t know, just grabbed a bottle from the pile,” he tries to concentrate on his anger directed towards you but can’t.

“What are those sounds?!”

“Dunno, just came out,” and he releases you, mustering the strength to not kill you for your repeated offenses.

“I’ll go then…” and you head towards the bathroom, leaving a very confused Joker behind. He’s trying to plot your murder and creativity seems to lack tonight. How boring!

****************

You come out of the shower and there he is, with a narrow towel around his waist, leaning against the sink. “Ahhh!!!!” you scream, grabbing a fluffy robe really fast to cover your naked body. “You perv !! Get out!” and you toss a box of tissue at him, your lipstick and make-up removing pads.

“What the hell, woman?! I’m just waiting for my turn ! “

“Liar! You just want to see me naked!” you whimper, feeling weird with him gazing at you like that. “There are more bathrooms here, use another one!”

“I like this one, ok ??!! I can do whatever I want, I’m The Joker!!!” and he takes his towel off. It falls at his feet and you can’t help but stare, fascinated.

“Who’s the perv, hm?” he lashes out as he passes by you to get in the shower. “My magnificent eyes are up here !!” he shows you and gets inside the bathtub, pulling the curtain around.

Wow, is that why he’s my boyfriend?! you wonder, intrigued, still not moving. What a nice package, you sigh. Too bad he’s a jerk. And you storm out, wanting to get ready for the night.

The Joker pours some shampoo in his hair, thinking:

Wow, is that why she’s my girlfriend?! Nicely assembled Doll. Too bad she’s a pain in the ass.

**************

He finds you in front of the fireplace in the living room.

“This is my favorite spot, beat it!” he barks, imitating your position on the furry blanket you placed yourself on about 10 minutes ago.

“This is my favorite spot so be considerate and let me have it,” you roll on your tummy, resting your chin on your arm. “Ladies first!”

“No, I don’t think so!!” and he shoves himself into you so he can push you away. You fight back because you don’t want to abandon you position.

“Would you go away!??” and you regret leaving your favorite knife in the bedroom. It would come in handy now.

“No, this is my spot!!” he gets vexed, regretting he left his favorite gun on the hallway. It would come in handy right now.

You land on top of The Joker, struggling to push him off the blanket. You lean over to scratch his arm and…

“You smell nice,” he sniffs you, growling. “What is it?”

“Jasmine body shower” you manage to hold one of his hands in place, panting from the effort. Damn, he’s strong!

“I love jasmine!” he purrs and you halt, puzzled.

“What are these sounds?!”

“Dunno, just came out,” The Joker grumbles.

“It sounds kind of sexy…” you lick your lower lip, letting go of his arm.

“Does it?!” He’s surprised himself.

You nod a yes, inspecting the tattoos and the smooth skin since he’s wearing just a pair of sweatpants.

“So who’s going to use the fireplace?” you have to ask, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Well, I guess you can stay. I’ll allow you this time.” “Ha, allow me?!” you want to start ranting and he gets ready to strangle you, but then you notice:

“Hmmm, you smell yummy. What is it?”

“I have no clue, Kitten, just grabbed something from the pile again,” J moves his hands down your thighs, captivated with the soft skin he feels from under your shorts. “Did you just call me Kitten?!” “Apparently,” his hands move up and down again.

“Why?”

“Dunno, just came out,” he lifts his shoulders up and you are sort of mesmerized by that silver grin.

“It sounds kind of sexy,” you moan in his ear and he pulls down on your shorts, testing the waters. Are you going to reject him or not?

“Does it?”

“For sure,” you kiss his neck, stretching on top of him and it makes him lose concentration.

“I’m only doing you this favor once, ok?” he grunts, getting all excited under your touch.

“What favor?” you mumble, biting his ear.

“Sleeping with you. We obviously hate each other, I don’t care what Frost says.”

“You’re doing me a favor?!” your temper dictates the switch of mood in a matter of a split second.

“Of course, I’m Gotham’s gift to women!”

“You’re what?!”  

“You heard me,” he slaps your butt, enticed. “Less yapping and more accomplishments, Y/N!” J demands, pulling you in a rough kiss.

You so want to give him a piece of your mind, but for some strange reason you melt in his arms and your sassiness disappears in thin air. Momentarily, of course.

****************

“Oh my God, you’re so wild!” you collapse next to him, exhausted, crawling to rest your head on his chest. You feel his heart beating very fast; yours is too.

Is this why he’s your boyfriend?! “Holy shit you’re naughty! I’m beat!” The Joker exhales, holding you close to him.

Is this why she’s my girlfriend?!  J thinks, staring at the ceiling.

You cuddle to him even more, closing your eyes.

He starts purring, playing with a strand of your hair.

“I like the sounds you make…” you yawn, listening to him.

“Do you?”

“U-hum…” the confession follows while you caress his abs.

“Told you I’m Gotham’s gift to women,” he proudly states, the cockiness taking over.

“Not to women, just my gift,” you outline the “Only Y/N’s ” tattoo on his pelvis and it tickles. “ I guess that’s how I mark my territory,” you giggle and he gropes you.

“I wouldn’t laugh too loud,” his fingers going down to your “Property of Joker” tattoo. “I marked mine too, so we’re even.”

“I’m sure there’s a story behind it,” you smile, wanting to wind down.

 How you love playing with fire! Ahhh, if you could only remember…

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Final Battle [7]

Final Battle [7]

Tags: @buckys-little-monster @imaginesofeverykind

“Woah,” Kat breathed, her eyes opening after waving away the dirt and ash from Thor blasting open the rock wall. Above her in the vault was one of the few Chautari beasts that wreaked havoc upon New York, and as menacing as it was, it was an incredible sight. “Banner-- get to Romanoff. Thor and I will scope out the area.”

“I got it,” Bruce responded, stepping tentatively behind the two.

“This place is creepy,” Kat blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. “Strucker’s been a busy boy, huh?”

The sudden sound of metal churning and cogs whirring caught their ears and they turned, though were sent to the ground with a whoosh as a metal figure blasted past them. Before it could turn back and shoot them down, however, Kat reached for it and punched a hole through its chest, sparks flying upon impact. She looked over at Thor with panicked eyes, watching as four or five more came from within the vault.

“Guys?” Tabitha called out, her hands shaking as she pressed her fingers to her earpiece, watching Ultron’s robots unearth themselves from the ground. “We’ve got company.”

“Get off the bridge!” Wanda demanded in front of her, ushering the citizens to get to safety before creating a pulsing, red shield that defended them from shockwaves and blasts that the robots sent, only to be forced to the ground whilst Tabitha used her powers to tear them in half. She helped the young girl up, pushing her forwards so that they could make their way to the midst of the battle, where Pietro stormed through bots and Clint shot them down with arrows.

However, they were brought to an immediate halt when the ground began violently shaking beneath them, and they instinctively grabbed cars and telephone poles in an attempt to stay upright.

“This looks promising,” Kat said, stepping forwards as she looked over into a pit that seemed to go on forever, like an abyss. Thor ceased following her as the ceiling began to churn, and the pair looked up above them as the metal core began to throb with blue lights and seemingly lift the ground above it up into the air, casting streams of daylight onto them before large chunks of earth began falling down.

“Thor!” Kat yelled, her hands covering her face to protect it from the cascading rock and debris.

The god of thunder shielded her, lifting his hammer in an attempt to create an air pocket as they were helplessly buried beneath the earth.

Courtney stopped dead in her tracks at the perimeter of the rock, watching as the city broke away from its country and was lifted into the air. Steve caught her arm, keeping her steady on her feet.

“Do you see the beauty of it?” Ultron said, his voice echoing between each of his bots, “the inevitability… you rise, only to fall. You, Avengers, you are my meteor, my swift and terrible sword. And the earth will crack with the weight of your failure. Purge me from your computer's, turn my own flesh against me; it means nothing. When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world will be metal.”

The Avengers who occupied the city were quick to respond to Ultron’s threat and continued to fight off the army of metal who seemed preoccupied with nothing other than taking the team down.

Suddenly, a metal bot smashed into Steve’s front and catapulted him into a car, only to be taken down a moment later by Court who shot six bullets straight into its eyes.

“Cap, you got incoming!” Tony reported.

“Augh, incoming already came in.” Rogers groaned, taking Court's hand as she lifted him to his feet. “Stark, you worry about bringing the city down safely. The rest of us have one job,” Steve threw his shield, taking down four bots. “Tear these things apart. You get hurt? Hurt ‘em back. You get killed? Walk it off.”

Bucky, ripping the head off of a robot, felt a surge of static surrounding him as he looked up to watch another one of Ultron’s minions smash into a purple orb that surrounded him. The moment it vanished, he looked over to Tabitha who held her hands in his direction, nodding at him.

“Did you not hear me the first time?” She grinned, sending a shockwave out towards three AI’s who fell to the floor as she fried their circuits. “Watch your back.”

Bucky laughed, crushing another bots face in his hand.

“It’s kind of difficult when--” he let out a huff of air as he stomped on a robot, “--you’ve not got all of this going on,” he mimicked the hand gestures she would make when using her powers and she laughed.

“Just be thankful that I saved your ass; again,” she grinned.

Meanwhile, Kathryn and Thor managed to remove the rocks surrounding them, and with one another there to help, they were in the open again.

“Do you require a forewarning, fair maiden?” Thor questioned sarcastically, spinning his hammer at his side with a smug grin.

“You shut your mouth,” Kat shot back, pointing towards him before grasping his side and squeezing her eyes shut. “Okay; go-- oh my god.”

Before she knew it, she was up on the bridge, swaying on her feet as Thor and Cap helped a woman whose car had tilted and fell from the flying city, and then grappled and uplifted another green car.

“You can’t save them all,” one robot said, approaching Steve with red eyes only to be impaled with his Shield that he tore out afterwards with his magnetic wristband, to which the robot flew off. “You’ll never--”

“You’ll never what? You didn’t finish!”

Court turned with a knife in a robots chest, beaming at the sight of Kat just as Thor dropped the green car behind them, landing atop it with a thunk.

“What, were you napping?” Steve joked, following Thor as he moved into the thick of the action.

“Yeah; where the Hell have you two been?!” Court asked, exasperated as she, without looking back, swung her arm around and stabbed another bot in the head.

“Got buried under tonnes of rock,” Kat cracked her knuckles before booting a robot in the chest, catapulting it into a building a few yards away, “just the usual.”

“Ah,” Court grinned, sensing the sarcasm. “Well, it’s good to have you here.”

“It’s good to be here!” Kat exhaled, lifting a car over her head and throwing it upon a handful of robots, watching them crumble underneath the weight with sparks and wires flying.

Thor was upper-cutting one bot before propelling himself into the air, spinning around and shooting back the minions that came towards him. One of the bots smashed into a truck, which exploded upon impact and created wider devastation for the bots.

“Showing off, now?” Kat retorted though he had no time to respond before Ultron came whizzing past, grabbing the god by the throat and shooting off into the distance. “Oh.”

Meanwhile, Tabitha and Bucky stood back to back, taking down whatever approached them and not allowing the other to take a hit. It was exhausting, but they eventually cleared out their area.

“We’re all clear here!” Bucky reported.

“We are not clear! We are very not clear!” Steve said back, drop-kicking his shield into the torso of a bot and watching it falter to the ground in pieces.

“Get your asses over here then!” Kat heaved, unearthing a telephone pole and using it to take out Ultron’s minions as if it were a game of baseball.

“We’re coming to you,” Clint stated.

And then with the further help of the twins, Hawkeye, Tabitha and Bucky, the team were able to clear the area until they had an open window to get civilians to a safer area whilst the next wave of robots set off again.

“The next wave’s gonna hit at any minute,” Rogers said. “What’dya got, Stark?”

“Well… nothing great, maybe a way to blow up the city,” Tony responded. “That’ll keep it from impacting the surface if you guys can get clear.”

Courtenay paused, her shoulders heaving with heavy breaths as she placed her hands on her hips, listening to the conversation intently.

“I asked for a solution, not an escape plan,” Rogers pressed.

“Impact radius is getting bigger every second,” Stark retorted, no lace of hostility to his tone, “we’re gonna have to make a choice.”

“Fuck,” Courtenay cursed, her hands trembling as she made a rash decision, pressing a button on the side of her glasses and watching as the call icon appeared in front of her eyes. “Come on, pick up, pick up, oh my god, Peter!”

“Hey, Court-- how's the big fight?” Peter asked casually.

Courtenay swallowed. “Peter, I-- I don’t think we’re gonna make it out of this.”

Peter paused, hesitant. “W-what?”

“It’s… the city, it’s flying, and the only way to stop it from doing any more damage is if Stark blows it up and if he blows it up then we all die and then--”

“Hey, hey, calm down. Take a deep breath,” Peter ushered, though there was panic evident in his own tone. “You’re going to make it, alright? Don’t be talking like that.”

“Oh, Peter,” Courtenay felt herself crumple as a tears fell from the corners of her eyes. “I’m not, I-- this is it. There’s nothing we can do.”

“Please don’t say that,” Peter cracked, his voice wavering. “You know I can’t do this without you.”

“I wish I’d have been able to spend more time with you,” Courtenay panicked, “because now it's all coming to an end and I regret not being able to speak to you in person and oh god this is awful.”

“Please,” Peter begged, “it can’t happen like this.”

“I-- I’m so sorry,” Courtenay swallowed back her emotions, “as little time as we got to spend with one another, just know that they were the best times, okay? You’ll remember that, won’t you?”

“I promise, Courtenay,” Peter sniffled, “I love you.”

Meanwhile, Kat shielded her eyes while staring over the horizon, Tabitha and Bucky by her side. They were all speechless, empty and exhausted, unable to muster up the courage to address the situation at hand, as they all realised that this… this was probably it for them, for all of them.

However, with a sudden surge of wind and the sound of battering turbines, a quinjet large enough to support the whole city appeared, and the crackling sound of Fury’s voice overriding their comms spoke out loud and clear.

“Glad you like the view, Romanoff,” he said, “it’s about to get better.”

Courtenay’s hand covered her mouth, and she let out a relieved sob.

“Peter!”

“What?”

“I might-- Jesus, I might make it,” she choked, “please stay safe.”

“What, Courtenay--”

She ended the call, unable to muster up the courage to say ‘goodbye’ or ‘I love you’, in fear that it would be her last.

Tabitha grinned, her fingers intertwined with Bucky’s who exchanged a facial expression similar to her own as their hair whipped backwards from the strong wind currents.

“She’s dusty, but… she’ll do.” Fury said.

“Fury, you son of a bitch.” Steve grinned.

“Ooh, you kiss your mother with that mouth?” The director snapped back.

“This is SHIELD?” Pietro asked, an unmistakable smile on his face as he squinted towards the sun.

“This is what SHIELD’s supposed to be.” Steve nodded.

“This is not so bad.” Pietro decided, watching as carriers were ejected from the aircraft and transported to the city so that people could mount them and be flown to safety.

“Let’s load ‘em up!” Steve commanded, turning back into the city to gather the civilians up, the team following close behind. They ushered people out of the safety of buildings and back onto the streets, where they bustled hurriedly towards the carrier ships.

“Go!” Kat hurried, encouraging people by pressing them forwards.

“Thor, I got a plan!” Tony yelled.

“We’re out of time,” the god of thunder responded, his voice husky with urgency. “They’re coming for the core!”

“Rhodey, get the rest of the people on board that carrier. Avengers? Time to work for a living,” Stark rushed.

In a quick moment, the rest of the team had gathered at the core, smashing away any approaching bots that set on a straight path towards the drilling device. They gathered around it in a protective circle, eyes and hands focused on nothing but the opposition.

“Romanoff? You and Banner better not be playing hide the zucchini,” Stark said.

“Relax, shell head. Not all of us can fly,” she shot back, a yellow-truck crashing down the street as the rest of the Avengers were left to assume that it was her. The moment it arrived at the church she bounded out, seemingly calm. “What’s the drill?” She asked.

Tony pointed towards the core. “This is the drill. If Ultron gets a hand on the core, we lose.”

The Hulk stormed into the church, smashing away a stray bot as the team turned to face Ultron who hovered, looking smug despite his metal features.

“Is that the best you can do?!” Thor yelled, poised for attack.

Ultron let out a deep laugh, lifting his hand to summon an army of bots that came with his gestural command.

“Oh, dude,” Kat cussed.

Steve huffed and glared over at Thor. “You had to ask.”

“This is the best I can do,” Ultron said, outstretching his arms to present his handiwork. “This is exactly what I wanted; all of you against all of me. How can you possibly hope to stop me?”

“Well, like the old man said,” Tony began, looking over at Steve. “Together.”

Tabitha, Court and Kat shared a confident look, nodding at one another. Hulk let out a mighty roar, almost that of a battle cry, and the swarm of robots came storming for them all, some flying, though most sprinting and climbing.

Everyone released every ounce of energy they had; hitting and kicking and shooting, whilst Tabitha exerted purple flares from her hands and tore the bots apart mentally, crushing and distorting their metal bodies with her mind. Kat beheaded robots with her bare hands whilst Courtney pulled her minigun off of her back, unleashing a hailstorm of bullets that both pushed the bots back and ripped their vibranium flesh apart.

Vision and Ultron battled above them, slamming into one another in a flurry of fists before Vision blasted a golden surge of power from his gemstone onto the AI, pushing him out of the church and onto the ground. Thor and Ironman moved to either side of Vision, blasting lightning and energy bolts towards him as he struggled against the force.

Courtenay turned her minigun, hammering the bullets down onto him with a borderline psychotic grin on her face.

“Yeah, take that, bitch,” she laughed.

Ultron, struggling to his feet, waved his arm about. “You know, with the benefit of hindsight--”

But before he could finish, Hulk lunged forwards and catapulted him into the sky. The handful of remaining robots followed after him, realising that accessing the core was not an option.

“They’re trying to leave the city,” Thor realised, twisting his hammer in his hand.

“We can’t let ‘em, not even one,” Tony panicked, “Rhodey!”

“On it. Oh no, I didn’t say you could leave! War machine, coming at you!” Rhodes laughed, though he was caught off guard at the sight of Vision, who was entirely new to him. “Okay, what?”

“We gotta move out. Even I can tell the air's getting thin,” Rogers commanded, nodding towards the rest of the team who were heavily-breathing and winded. “You guys get to the boats, I’ll sweep for stragglers, be right behind you.”

Clint looked towards the drill, “what about the core?”

“I’ll protect it,” Wanda volunteered. “It’s my job.”

“Nat-- this way,” Clint encouraged.

“I’m coming with you,” Bucky decided, nodding towards Steve.

“It’s not safe,” Rogers denied, “stay put and make sure everybody gets on the boats securely.”

Although hesitant, Barnes nodded, taking off with Kat and Tabitha. Bucky and Tabitha joined Nat and Clint in the car whilst Kat ran and jumped beside them, landing with a thunk ahead of one of the carriers whilst Nat sprinted off to take care of Bruce.

Without Nat, the other three loaded themselves onto the boat, remaining on their feet whilst they ensured that the civilians were strapped up and ready to leave safely.

“Costel!” One woman yelled, fear in her tone.

Clint immediately perked up at her words, looking out for any stragglers in the town.

“We were in the market,” the woman added, clutching her arms to herself as she panicked, a stream of blood dribbling down from her eyebrow. “Costel!”

Clint, upon spotting the stray boy, sighed to himself and took off into a jog before any of the others had a say in it. Pietro watched steadily, his eyes narrowed and focused, making sure danger was kept at bay.

“Thor, I’m gonna need you back in the church,” Tony reported.

“Is this the last of them?” Thor asked Rogers, watching another four pedestrians rush into the carrier.

“Yeah,” Steve answered, breathless. “Everyone else is on the carrier.”

“You know, if this works, we maybe don’t walk away,” Tony said.

“Maybe not,” Thor stated, opening his mouth though his words were cut off abruptly by the jagged sound of an overhead jet pummeling bullets into the Hulk, who roared with rage.

Clint turned, the young boy Costel in his arms, and held his breath. Making a decision, he turned his body. Pietro, upon realising what was about to happen, rushed forwards.

“Pietro!” Tabitha called out, her fingers brushing against his arm as he shot forwards and into the line of fire. Instantly, she lifted her hands, pushing a forcefield forwards and feeling the breath leave her body as she repelled the force of the bullets.

Once the jet vanished, Tabitha relieved her mind of the pressure and fell to her knees, catching her breath and swallowing as she stared through the ash and the rubble. She felt a wave of relief swarm over her as she watched Pietro and Clint haul the child out from the bus he toppled over as a form of cover.

Steve helped them get into safety and Pietro, his face pale with fear and his side bloodied with a gunshot wound, fell into a hug with Tabitha who had made a last minute decision that had, ultimately, saved his life. The two, although partially strangers, sobbed.

They all finally settled into the carrier, though Thor shot off into the air to get to the church as Tony had requested. Moments later, Wanda appeared, looked as fear stricken as he brother.

“Pietro!” She yelled, snatching him into a hug, “I felt it, I felt you d--”

“It is fine,” Pietro reassured, clasping her face, “she saved me,” he nodded towards Tabitha, hunched over with exhaustion, and smiled weakly at the younger twin who had nothing but gratefulness on her face. “We are safe.”

“Oh, it’s been a long day,” Clint complained, collapsing back into three, free seats whilst holding a wound on his side.

Once the carrier doors were locked securely, it set off into the air and headed for safety. From the window, Kat watched the crack of lightning meet the core, and suddenly the city of Sokovia was nothing but lumps of rock that fell into the water below.

And despite their incapability to save Sokovia, they saved the people.