#by an attitude of 'oh my god that was so obvious how stupid do you have to be not to be able to see that'

[marypsue]

think it’s important to differentiate between “I don’t understand what this film/show/novel/poem/etc. was trying to say here, but I want to try to” and “I don’t understand what this film/show/novel/poem/etc. was trying to say here, and that means it’s bad, I’m done thinking about it now”. 

[sinning-23]

Calling Them By Their Full Name

OPLA Headcannons! I thought htis was a funny little thing lol. Anyway enjoy

Warnings: slight mentions of nsfw topics but nothing too serious

Sorry for any spelling errors!

Luffy

-ohhhhh that did not sound like your usual happy, loving voice.

-he knows he fucked up and now he’s hiding from your wrath.

-“MONKEY D. LUFFY, GET YOUR ASS IN THIS KITCHEN. NOW.”

-you could hear a pen drop from how quiet the ship got

-ok so maybe he ate that super expensive, super special dessert you had been saving for a while now. And like, it was going to go bad! All he wanted was a little taste! Than a taste turned into accidentally eating the whole thing.

-He was gonna tell you, honest! But it had proven obvious you found out before he could. He seen you round the corner with RAGe on your face and tears in your eyes.

-"TRAITOR!" You yell, throwing a tired punch to his chest.

-“I’m sorry mami, I’ll find you another one. Promise.” He hums, peppering your face with kisses, squeezing your face between his palms when he did.

-There’s no way you could stay mad at him for long

Zoro

-whoa whoa whoa why are you so ANNNGRY

-hated when you call him by his full name like that, makes him feel like a child being reprimanded

-“RORONOA GODDAMN ZORO.” You boom, Nami’s jaw dropping at the sound. Even she could tell you were pissed

-he’s the sassiest mf alive so he’ll probably just be like, “who the hell are talking to woman?!”

-“You’re a real piece of work you know that??” You’re still yelling and he wastes no time rolling his eyes at you and grabbing you by your waist, the action shutting you up.

“Wanna stop yelling and be a big girl and tell me what’s wrong?” He teases, that stupid smirk you love falling over his features at your speechlessness.

-It’s not often you say his full make but when you do he makes sure you’ll never forget it that same night.

-“Say my name baby, real loud.” He groans, a hand around your throat to steady spent body as he slams back into you

Sanji

-I know thats not a cigarette i smell Vinsmoke Sanji."

-awe hell. Yout tone is deadly. he tried he damndest to stomp it out before you rounded the corner but nope.

-You never use his full name like that. Never.

-did he just get chills?

-"Of course not my love!" He lies throigh his teeth but before he can say anything ese you re lips are on his, you fist gripping the fabric of his shirt.

-He knew he was caught, the taste of tobacco mixing with your usual mint. You pull away, smoothing his shirt out with a warning smile.

-"Don’t lie to me again, I’ll always know when you do, Black Leg." You explain , taking the small cardboard box from his pocket and walking off.

-Even though it was ment as a threat, he couldn't help but feel hotter than ususal. God he loved it when you talked all serious to him.

Bonus: Mihawk

-You know better than to use his full name. Orr to even call him anything besides the usual endearing pet name.

-So when he hears his name called with nothing short of rage, hes trying to figure out who you think you’re talking to.

-"Dracule. Mihawk." You spit, holding the empty bottle in your hand

-Ok so your rage was warented cause he managed to drink the entire vintage bottle of wine you'd been saving...it wasn’t like it was on purpose!

-He doesn’t even bother to look up from his book, just barely giving you a slight glance when you were right in front of him, pointing to the bottle.

-"Id watch your tone darling." he warns, smirking at the way you purse your lips and turn away with a fierce attitude he'd be sure to deal with later.

-“Oh shove it up your ass Dracule.” You scoff, trying to quicken your pace but failing when he’s already behind you, his much larger hand holding your wrist as you yelp.

-His look says it all. You’re screwed.

-So now you’re sitting pretty, bent over and counting each time his hand meets the sore and slightly reddened flesh of your ass.

-“Now, what’s my name again darling?”

[fleurmiss]

ೃ⁀➷ only you, my girl

- ,, neteyam x fem reader

- ,, you think neteyam is extremely attractive, others do too , its fine! you get it! but what happens when they cross a line ?

- ,, warnings - neteyam is head over heels for u, jealousy and the attitude that comes w it, fluff , all this happens before the events of awotw.

-‘๑’- dark red - steve lacy

Neteyam has always shown so much interest in you, and made his courting so obvious, but why do people still not get the damn hint?

Currently you are walking on a huge tree branch, high above the ground, with Lo’ak, Kiri and Spider. Neteyam isn’t here, much to your dismay, because he has “ Future Olo’eyktan duties” as Lo’ak likes to call it.

“it’s almost eclipse, let’s start heading back” Kiri mentions and for once, Lo’ak and Spider agree and make their way home without causing too much of a fuss

“woah guys, you barely even whined about having to go back home so early today, whatsup?” you question laced with sarcasm as you hear Kiri chuckle and nod in agreement with you.

“we don’t want to keep you away from your boyfriend for too long y/n, we all know how cranky my brother gets without you” Lo’ak adds and Spider cackles, thinking this is so super funny.

You shove Lo’ak and tell him to shut up, and that Neteyam’s not your boyfriend, and he doesn’t get cranky.

Your relationship with Neteyam was quite.. obvious , yet complicated. Both confused teenagers in love yet don’t know how to confess it, nothing was official, but everyone knew you were off limits, you were Neteyam’s girl.

you are clutching your stomach in pain from laughing too hard when you enter the Sully’s cave, wiping a tear from your cheek wondering how on pandora could someone be so stupid as lo’ak and spider.

You hear the laughter die down and your eyes set on a pair sitting together in the gathering room of the cave, Neteyam and Rini.

You eye both of them in confusion, so does Lo’ak, Kiri, and even Spider. You feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach but not in the good way, you don’t like how close Rini is to Neteyam.

“Guys, Rini caught me on the way back to our cave and said she wanted to hang out with everyone, hope no one minds?”

The four of you shake your heads and make your way to the pair to sit down with them. It was odd, Rini wasn’t good friends with any of you, maybe Neteyam? No, you would know. Why does she suddenly wanna hang out with us? Neteyam is often times too nice to say no, maybe he couldn’t deny her? You wonder if the others question the same, and maybe they do, judging by the looks on their faces.

“y/n” you hear your name in neteyam’s voice, he pats the spot next to him, the opposite side of where Rini is sitting, you don’t want to sit next to him, to be petty, but you oblige anyways, oblivious to the female na’vi glaring daggers at you, Neteyam gives you a bright smile, now that you got his attention, you’ll have it the rest of the night.

Neteyam embraces you in a warm hug, his hands sneaking around your waist as he whispers into your ear “missed you, you look good”

you smile shyly and open your mouth to thank him, but someone else beats you to it

“Neteyam! This cut on your arm looks terrible!! Are you okay? How’d you get it?!”

God. Her voice is annoying, why is she yelling? Neteyam is literally next to her?

You eye Kiri and she rolls her eyes at Rini, you stifle a laugh and Neteyam notices, smiling sweetly at your antics, momentarily forgetting Rini was even there, until he is bought back to his senses.

“Oh this? It’s nothing just a scratch”

“Do you want me to patch it up for you?”

Your eye twitches, you try to have a normal conversation with the other three, trying your best to ignore the two sitting right next to you, but Rini makes it unbelievably hard with her screeching voice.

“No I’m g-“

“I insist” Rini touches Neteyams shoulder and gives it a squeeze, you look at Neteyam and he knows it, you’re pissed. You stay quiet and enjoy the show infront of you.

“I’ll have y/n help me later Rini, it’s alright.”

“Oh- Oh yeah okay” she deflates, but you have a feeling deep down, this girl isn’t giving up so easily. You wonder who put her up to this. Her mother? Grandmother? Friends? Toruk Makto’s eldest son’s mate does have a nice ring to it, despite the length, but that title’s yours, she knows it.

You all are laughing at Lo’ak and Kiri arguing about who Spider likes better when Neteyam rests his head on your shoulder. You feel your stomach explode with butterflies again, the good kind.

“Tired?”

“mhm” Neteyam mumbles, you reach your hand up to the braid dangling infront of his face and move it behind his ear. Your romantic little moment is interrupted yet again by the same culprit from last time.

“Neteyammm, it’s so dark! Will you walk me to my cave?” Rini latches onto Neteyam’s arm and gives him a little tug thats powerful enough to have him pulling away from you and get him to stand up.

“Uh-“ Neteyam looks at you for approval, you’re not looking at him, instead opting the floor was a better option. Neteyam is no fool, he knows why you’re upset, he gets it too, if some random man was leeching onto you like Rini is, he’d be upset, hell, he’d be crazy. He doesn’t like that expression on your face, he doesn’t like when you’re sad, because of him too.

Neteyam look’s over to Lo’ak and Lo’ak immediately gets on it. “Bro don’t worry about it, Kiri, Spider and I will walk Rini to her cave, we know you’re tired and wanna be with your girlfriend”. Lo’ak smiles and winks at his older brother.

This throws Rini offguard.

“Thank you guys. Rini, see you around”.

“Awh Neteyam it’s a shame you couldn’t accompany me, y/n keeps snatching you away from me and if i’m correct.. she isn’t even your girlfriend.. you should spend more time with me and my friends!” Rini smiles slyly, her tone innocent but her intentions show clearly. Rini hugs Neteyam and whispers something in his ear, which you’re sure she said loud enough for you to hear on purpose.

“If you ever do need a mate that will actually commit, you know your options” she winks and pulls away from his embrace as the group starts to walk outside, irritated.

You stand up abruptly and walk past Neteyam who stood there dumbfounded.

“Y/n” He grabs your wrist to stop you from walking any further.

“Let go Neteyam, I wanna go home” You hate how wobbly your voice sounds when you speak right now.

“y/n, are you crying?” He sounds so worried it makes you even sadder

“i’m sorry baby, im sorry, i didn’t know she was gonna act like that” he pulls your head into his shoulder and strokes your back comfortingly.

“don’t call me that.. im not your girlfriend, and i don’t care how she acts” you say, though your tone and quivering lip betray your words

“y/n..” he pulls you away and cups your face with his gentle hands, afraid he would break you if he was any less gentle “cmon look at me” you meet his gaze and his eyebrows furrow at the sight of your slightly red but watery eyes

“you know you’re the only girl i ever want right? you’re so special to me y/n..why don’t you see that, i want you to be mine so bad, every morning i wake up and pray to Eywa to finally have let you see how desperate i am for you. why must you let someone like rini ruin your day?”

you sniffle, and Neteyam thinks its so cute he could kiss you right now, but he holds back.

“but i am yours nete” you say, unintentional doe eyes looking up at Neteyam that make him melt, he can’t hold himself back anymore .

Neteyam leans towards your face, held by his hands, and he stops right infront of your lips, asking for permission, waiting for disapproval “kiss me y/n” it sounds like a plead, like he’s almost begging, so you do.

you feel your head explode, his lips are so soft, so perfect against your own and you question why you didn’t do this before.

you pull away but neteyam chases after your lips and captures them again. You finally pull away and rest your forehead against his. Neteyam gives you another kiss that lasts shorter than your previous, “i see you, y/n”

you look up at him through your eyelashes and smile slowly

“say it back” he whispers against your lips and you almost give in.

“are you sure? you don’t wanna explore your other options?”

“you are the only option, ever.” you smile.

“i see you, neteyam” and you kiss him again, he whines into your mouth and you have to stop yourself from giggling at the sight of our future olo’eyktan being putty in your hands.

- you hear a sob from outside and later realize Rini stayed behind cuz she thought Neteyam would leave you and go after her but oh was she wrong

- loak, kiri, and spider dont even realize rini is missing and they start talking shit abt her once they know shes gone

- anytime rini saw u and neteyam after this, she would always have her fists balled up and bottom lip quivering

- she thought she still had a chance with neteyam after her eavesdropping on his confession but everytime yall hung out neteyam would be so clingy that eventually she realized he was too inlove with you

- fuck u rini hah hes mine btch

[igotanidea]

Laugh: Jason Todd x fem!reader

requested by @thefandomdiaries07 - I AM SO SORRY!!

“Oh my god!” Y/N started laughing at another Bad dad joke Dick Just Said. Honestly, she wasn’t sure whether it made her giggle like a silly teenager because it was so stupid or because Dick was ginning and being so full of himself. 

“That’s a good one right?”

“No....!” she gasped wiping the tears away, smudging her mascara in the process. “It was terrible. Terrible, Grayson! I swear every time I believe you reached the bottom of the groaner well, you surprise me with another one!”

“Now that’s hurtful!” Dick grabbed his heart, pretending to be deeply cut by those words. “Your words are like knife to my soul!”

“Please stop watching soap operas….” She laughed even more at his choice of words.

“Hm.” Dick smirked. The position he was in allowed him to see behind Y/N’s shoulder and notice something she could not.

Once her laugh reverberated through the room in the Manor, Jason, who was just casually passing by, with his signature face expression being the mix of broody and smug, stopped in his tracks. To give it justice, he looked like he was just struck by the lighting by the sound. Rooted to the ground. Frozen. Transfixed. Taken into another dimension. Whatever words might come to person’s brain – he was just that. With his eyes almost turning into hearts he looked like a love sick puppy. Just because he heard her chuckling at something.

“Hey Jaybrid!” Dick called to his younger brother, unable to stop himself from a little bit of teasing. Todd might have been lying about how he felt for Y/N, denying the obvious, but his actions were pretty self-explanatory. Especially in the family of self-appointed detectives, trained to read into every detail and gesture. “You look surprisingly non-threatening.”

“Shut up Dickhead.” His face expression turned back to resentful, the slightest blush showing on his cheeks due to being called out like this. He was a grown ass man acting like a boy who saw a girl’s bra for the first time.

“What’s with the attitude, little bird? Someone step on your toe?”

“Shut up!”

“Oh come on, cheer up! How about I give you a joke to relieve the tension?”

“Oh, no!” Y/N cried out in despair, turning to face Jason “Jace! Save me! Dick won’t let me go until I die from the embarrassment from his jokes! Please, don’t let me suffer alone!”

Once she looked at him with those pretty, pretty, shining, smiling e/c eyes he was gone. Like gone. How could he possibly tell no to her? How could he…..

“Not in the mood…” he muttered, looking down, terrified to death to meet her gaze.

“Come on Jay! Pretty please? We’re friends. It’s kind of I’m in shit you’re in shit situation. You can’t run from it.”

“I hate you.” He hissed crossing his arms

“I give you a chance to realize that you hate Dick’s sense of humor more than you hate me. So? what’s it gonna be?”

Yeah, he couldn’t tell her no.

***

“Did you get home safe?” Dick texted a few hours later, once Y/N left the manor and got into her apartment.

“You could have given me a ride with that fancy porche of yours, so you wouldn’t have to ask after.”

“I was kind of hoping Jason will pick you on a bike and give you a romantic trip, but seemingly we can’t always have what we want.”

“Jason?” if they were talking not texting she would raise an eyebrow at the moment

“Sure? My younger brother? Do you remember Jason?”

“Fuck you Dick. Stop playing around. We’re friends. That’s all.”

“Y/N for crying out loud. I saw that boy almost snap his neck because he heard your laugh and wanted to see why you were laughing.”

What?!

“but yes, keep telling yourself you’re friends.”

What the hell?!

She lost her patience in an instant and dialed Dick’s number.

“Y/N.”

“What the hell was that Dick?!”

“I believe it’s something you call telling the truth”

“I believe it’s acting like a freaking gossip girl!”

“It’s not a gossip!

“stop playing with me!”

“Am not! Did I ever lie to you?” he trailed and for a moment there was silence in the phone as they both were thinking about the years of keeping a little secret of his vigilante persona. “It’s true. I swear. “

“so why tell me now?”

“Cause I am seriously scared of what injuries Jay maysustain if someone doesn’t speak up. Last week Steph did as much as mentioned your name and he fall off the stairs.”

“You’ll never let him live it down, will you?”

“Not a chance!” Dick laughed “but hey, we both know you have a crush on him too so…”

“This reverse psychology is not going to work on  me Grayson. No circus for tricks.”

“Please don’t tell me you tease him absolutely absentmindedly…..”

“Tease? Dick this is just who I am. I play and twist words with everyone. I do that all the time with you.”

“can you at least talk to him about it?”

“wouldn’t that make it a bit awkward?”

“sure. And I’ll be right by the corner with the camera to video it.”

“I swear to god you’re the definition of an older brother.”

***

For three days Y/N was trying her best to avoid the conversation. No matter what Dick said, Jason was her friend and taking their relationship to another level was…. Hard. Honestly, Y/N wasn’t even sure how she herself felt about it. Did she like Jason as more than friend?

Yes,

no,

maybe?

How do you even recognize the moment when you stop thinking of someone as a buddy and move to I want to be more stage?

Sure, there’s physical attraction but that is not necessarily the sign of deeper feelings.

Just cause you feel you want to kiss someone doesn’t mean you love him.

So how did she feel?

She was postponing even thinking about it, but there’s no escaping when you serve as an emotional support and voice of reason for the whole family of vigilante seeing them *him* on a day to day basis.

So yes, Y/N was pretty much conflicted and feeling like a silly teenager, even though her metrics was showing quite a different age number.

And she was sad.

And that was something Jason could not stand.

“did you switch the position of your bed lately ?” he asked her after a few days of her being shy, withdrawn and silent. Obviously he did it in-character with the teasing tone and that freaking edgelord attitude.

“What?” she raised her gaze from the bat computer, frowning in confusion “there’s still no place for you to crush at my place one way or another.”

“Oh, please…” he rolled his eyes, plumping onto the seat next to her “as if that was what I meant.”

“What did you mean then?”

“You seemed like you’ve been getting off on the wrong foot, hence the question. I thought you were smarter than that and will get the reference.”

“Haha… very funny Todd.”

“I’m serious though.”

“You are never serious.”

“I miss your laugh…..” he babbled without thinking and his eyes grew wide at the words. “oh, fuck…I mean… you have terrible laugh. Terrible. And I miss laughing at your laugh. That’s what I meant to say.”

“I swear you’re the only person I know who can both offend and complement someone in one sentence.” She scoffed, turning back to computer away from him 

“Yeah, kind of my signature.”

“You’re a terrible person Jason Todd and I hate you. God I swear you’re so annoying. I can’t believe Dick was thinking you likelike me….” She babbled and this time it was her turn to blush because of saying too much. “oh, shit….I mean… Dick is delusional obviously and I’m pretty sure he was drunk while using the word.”

“Grayson told you I liked you?” Jason smirked.

“Yeah…. Funny, right?” she chuckles awkwardly

“Extremely funny.” Jason looked down avoiding meeting her eyes.

“Haha ….” She muttered.

And then, once they mocked Dick and the whole situation to the most possible extend and there was nothing more to say the silence fell between them. At first it was normal since they were both lost in their heads but after a while it started getting uncomfortable. Even the air in the batcave became heavier and it was becoming hard to breathe.

“Y/N…..” he looked at her

“Jace…..” she looked at him

And when their gazes met they were gone.

Acting on impulse they both moved forward, meeting halfway when their lips connected.

It was not like they write it in the books or how you see it in the movies or not even how you imagine kissing someone you like.

It was their first kiss together and yet, there were no sparks, no electricity, no butterflies in the stomach.

No.

Nothing so obvious and, well, spectacular.

And yet, there was something more to this display of affection.

The deep sense of doing something right.

Something pure and perfect.

Feeling of finally belonging somewhere.

With someone.

The inner peace.

It was….natural, but it didn’t take away the wonderfulness of being in the bubble together with that person.

Getting out all those emotions they were trying to hide.

And at this moment Y/N knew she was fooling herself. She did like him more than friends.

“Y/N…..?” he pulled back after a second, both pair of eyes closed, foreheads connected.

“Hmmmm?”

“I like you.”

“Yeah, I kind of notice……”

“Y/N……?”

“Yes, I like you too.”

“So what do I have to do to make you laugh again?”

She pulls back, opening her eyes and smirking teasingly.

“You can just be yourself. I swear sooner or later you will do something silly or stupid enough to make me laugh. At you…..”

“I think you and I have very different definitions of liking someone.”

“Maybe….but if there’s anyone I want to work towards creating joint meaning…. It’s you , Todd.”

“Oh….” He cooed “don’t give me diabetes with all that sweetness.”

“enjoy it while it last, Todd…..” she laughs and hearing that sound after a few weeks of silence he couldn’t help but grin widely.

Like a man in love.

Who he was.  

[goodolddumbbanana]

Nexus to Moon: dramatic, mysterious, evil.

He is the monster. He forced me kneel, he hurts me, he makes me relived of all my mistakes. I couldn't fight him and the worst of it..... I. Scared. Of. Him.

Nexus to Sun: Bitch wants me to work for him and gets mad when I say no. Also... Cringe.

I am sorry but, has anyone felt a really drastically shift tones between Moon and Sun when they interact with Nexus?

Like Nexus really wants to hurt Moon, badly. He does not hesitate to cram his hands inside Moon's head, and mocks Moon for everything he did. It was intense, and we can feel it is Nexus the one who is in the control. And that Moon will not do or can try anything.

Also Moon gets kneel down and tortured pretty quick after that. Also he seems very scared of Nexus after each time he interacted with Nexus.

But Sun... I don't know man... I think I had made Nexus cooler in my head.

He is just so cringe. (THE GOD thingy makes me die a little bit whenever I hear him screaming that name)

I couldn't see the monster who hurt Moon with the way he was chasing Sun around and Sun just kept running like it is no ends tomorrow.

(Lmao dude just straight up pulling Naruto run on Nexus, really reminds me back then, of the times when Sun doing something stupid and Nexus just angrily yelling ran after him.)

And even when he had Sun at the corner, he couldn't say anything 'emotional damage' to Sun.

"What ... Are you insane?!"

"Yeah. I thought it was pretty obvious."

And baby girl is so obsessed with the fact he is no longer Moon, he thinks it is him who is still the one Sun calls for help. Which is sad and funny both at the same time.

Like we can feel a tiny small hesitant in Nexus's voice when Sun keeps saying 'Moon', like he thought Sun wants him to stop.

And how the issue gets dragged on the surface. Sun always feels like he couldn't help Nexus and Nexus also feels like he couldn't let Sun help him. (Because the same old story, Sun got hurt and kidnapped whenever he came with Nexus.)

"So now I have value for you?"

"Yeah, for once in your miserable life, you have value."

It is sad when they come back at each other like this. Especially when Nexus always says that he needs Sun back in the day.

"You had friends, you had a family. They love you."

Sun loves him. He still loves Nexus. He didn't want Nexus dead is one thing, but he seems so worried about Nexus (accidentally calling him Moon when seeing him got shot) and tries to make Monty stop shooting. Even after Nexus runway, Sun - the one who gets so infected by Negative Star power, still wants to know if Nexus is okay.

And when he was back at home, he wasn't even scared of Nexus, not like how he used to be terrified of Eclipse or Killcode or even when he interacts with Dark Sun. He seems just pissed and done at himself, and not even with Nexus.

"I didn't have friends. I was a replacement."

Nexus didn't consider Monty his friend. I mean it is totally understandable, especially when they hijacked his head before. But replacement... Really? Sure maybe at first with Sun, but what about Earth? She didn't know jack about you?

"Maybe at first, but I liked you."

Haha... Remember when Nexus said he was very appreciative of how Sun loved him more than Moon? Haha... Good times ...

"oh my..., cuz I was nicer to you."

"because you are nice."

"because I didn't beat you.... Guess what Sunny, you are nothing but a tool for me..."

He throws away any good things he did for Sun. He burned all their memories, and saw himself as a monster. He tried to make himself a monster towards Sun, and when seeing it didn't work, because Sun doesn't care about how horrible he is now, he straight down Sun with the 'I don't care about you' attitude.

"You know what... You are not worse than Moon. Hell you are not even better..."

'You are just exactly like Moon. ' I think it is what Sun wants to say. They are both so stuck in their own minds, never wanting to hear what other people say, what people are trying to prove they are so much better than this.

"I am me! NONE OF YOU COULD REALISE, I AM MY OWN PERSON!!!"

"I tried."

"No you didn't. You USED me. And now I am going to use you."

"I am sorry."

His voice seems so small. He sounds so heartbroken when he says sorry to Nexus, like we can feel the thought process behind Sun. He truly thinks everything happened was his fault, it is Sun's fault leading Nexus to become like this.

"Your apologies don't mean anything to me."

And Nexus sounds so wanting to move one, to get done with his job, to stop talking about the past. It doesn't matter if Sun says sorry or not, because he doesn't care. He doesn't want to care.

And the term he used... Dragging Sun into his lab and plug he into the machine, to let him never do any of his own will ever again....

What does Nexus think Sun will do with his own will? Like what exactly can Sun do? Yapping at his ears until it bleeds? Sun doesn't have any manipulated skills at all, he is so straightforward and honest to actually harm Nexus from behind, like, Nexus just needs to highjack Sun's head like Moon.

From my perspective, I think there are a lot of methods to let Sun do as Nexus plead, but Nexus only wants to stop thinking about Sun. Like if he fully controlled over Sun, he will not have to think about how Sun is disappointed in him anymore, He will not have to think of Sun as a human being, as his ex brother, as someone still cares about him.

And when Sun says he will not do as Nexus says? Nexus sounds didn't surprise at all. They understand each other too well to know even Sun sometimes a coward, he will not give up like that for Nexus.

Also... Why did he not just threaten Moon? Or Dazzle? Or Jack? Just like how he mocks Solar?

Did he not want his older brother to think of him lower?

"...I have you kneel at me, right ? So look at your superior being."

The way Nexus said that, it makes me feel sad. Like, Nexus so wants to cut off Sun, to make Sun think of him as a monster, to hurt Sun not even in the way it matters.

He still couldn't hit Sun at his lowest, I mean, back then, Old Moon even worse with Sun both emotionally and physically back in the days.

Even after so much nonsense craps, Sun still unharmed. He tortured Moon, he mocked Solar, but Sun.... There is no win in this fight.

Their fighting still looks so much more than their so used banter before... I wish Nexus and Sun will be still brothers ;.;

Sidenote: I love that Ruin tries to convince Nexus to think more with his head but just ends up giving up like : oh right, screw you then, asshole.

Very baby girl behaviour of him.

[crownmemes]

Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 15

(Angry and irritated sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Are you intentionally trying to get me to dislike you?"

"Can't we just agree that you're incredibly annoying?"

"Who I know and who I don't is no concern of yours."

"Why do you have to analyze things to death? Why can't you just let it be nice?"

"I can see what you're doing, and I'm not going to fall for it."

"What the devil have you been up to?"

"You know you're a nag? A very pretty one, but a nag."

"I can't just break into someone's house!"

"This is really stupid."

"Oh God, you don't dance as well, do you?"

"Why don't we just kill him?"

"Are there no depths you won't sink to?"

"I'm not going to get caught because of you or anyone else!"

"You know, I've got to tell you, there is bossy - which can be sexy - and then there's bitchy."

"Don't make assumptions about me!"

"Are you going to ignore me all day again?"

"Oh, I’m sorry, I thought we were having a state-the-obvious contest."

"You're an idiot! You nearly killed yourself!"

"I said no, so stop asking me!"

"Your very presence irritates me!"

"So somebody killed somebody. How is it my problem?"

"I'll talk to you any way I like!"

"Do you know your problem? You're insensitive."

"How far do you expect to get in life with an attitude like that?"

"You're behaving like a stubborn idiot!"

"You don't suppose you ought to be thinking about a proper job?"

"Are you thinking of doing something that has an outcome you can't live with?"

"Such a hero; always righting wrongs. Who cares who you have to manipulate?"

"You're not nearly as delightful as you think you are."

"That's an incredibly inappropriate question!"

"You know, when you're interested in something and nobody else is, the polite thing is to keep it to yourself."

"People think you have no inner censor. The fact is, you hold yourself back, because when you want to hurt, you know just where to poke a sharp stick. "

"Why are you so worked up over this?"

"I can’t believe you authorised this!"

"You know what's wrong - you're just too stubborn to admit it."

" 'I say what I think' is just another way of saying 'I'm an asshole'."

"So, when you say 'call me if you need anything', you mean 'don’t call me'?"

"Is the yelling designed to scare me? Because I'm not sure what it is I'm supposed to be scared of."

"I assume you have a reason beyond wanting to make me completely miserable?"

"You're sitting in my chair."

"You really think you can lie your way out of this?"

"You always were a terrible liar."

"Is that rhetorical?"

"Does your voice always get that high and annoying when you're angry?"

"I get that you’re not a big believer in the ‘catching flies with honey’ approach, but do you honestly think you’ll collect a jarful by cleverly taunting them?"

"I'm alive, and I want to remain with the living, understand?"

"What's it take to get you to fight like a man?"

"You always get your way, don't you?"

[misschinablue]

welcome to the UK, where world leading healthcare is free at the point of use! hopefully you don't need it though. underfunding and shitty management of the public health sector by non clinicians mean you could wait up to six months for an urgent referral. hope all your organs are in good working order because you could die waiting if they're not :) and god forbid you should need to see a GP or a practice nurse for something more minor - the demand highly outweighs the supply and you'll be engaging in the hunger games to maybe get a 10 minute telephone appointment in September 2026 :) mental health suffering? well you are shit out of luck my friend - again, demand far outweighs supply - everything has been cut down to less than the absolute bare minimum - and the criteria for services is sky high now. make a cup of tea and take the crisis line number. you'll be fine right?

welcome to the UK, one of the richest economies in the world! how is it then that living standards are as low as they were in the 1970s, what with the old cossie lives and wages that were already laughably meagre now completely out of sync with how fucking expensive everything is?? i know you worked hard to get your education and onto your graduate scheme and did everything society asked of you to make it in life, but things are different now so here's your mouldy room in a shared house where the rent is a million pounds a month and lol what disposable income aren't you just happy to have a roof of your head?? stop going to Costa every morning for your soy triple shot vanilla latte you entitled little shit! it's not like we've had 14 years of complete mismanagement of the economy or anything! ps. aren't you so tired of hearing that it's all your fault?

welcome to the UK, where we have a welfare system designed to help people.in need, I.e. those out of work and those too sick to work! but good luck accessing that too. and if you want to try - LMFAO! oh honey no one LIKES working. but all this pretending to be too unwell to work ain't fooling anyone! come on mate drop that defeatist attitude and get on indeed.com. none of your conditions are even real. stop using your multiple sclerosis/depression/long covid/terminal cancer as an excuse. fucking sickness culture in this country. the high rates of mental illness especially have no obvious cause at all do they?

welcome to the UK, a tiny country that prides itself on tolerance and has historically seen great benefits to the economy and culturally from immigration! but god forbid we make this an easy place to live for trans people! this Woke has gone too far! and oh my GOD aren't all these refugees SO annoying?! they clearly just want to come here for the free healthcare (you know that non existent thing) and to get welfare benefits (you know asylum seekers aren't entitled to benefits apart from a pittance allowance from the home office right?) and they're absolutely not braving a life threatening journey to escape horrific conditions and persecution in their own country. but whatever. not our problem. off to Rwanda with you. human rights are stupid lmao. empathy? compassion? never heard of her.

welcome to the UK, where we support genocide and saying certain things in opposition of it is actually fucking illegal. i wish i was kidding.

welcome to the UK, where nothing works and everyone is sad.

welcome to the UK. god i fucking hate it here.

british tumblr - even if you don't think it will make a difference, even if you recognise there is just a lesser of two evils here, even if you don't trust any of them, even if you're fucked off and burnt out, i am BEGGING you to vote to get these absolute cretins out of power. we cannot have another five years under tory rule. there will be nothing left.

[via-rant]

Leo stood in front of his burnt house in despair. He spent months building it and now it's in complete ashes. There was nothing left - he checked - because of the stupid Chimera attack. He could try to rebuild it but that would take more time, more energy on a house he's wanted since forever. Another few years collecting the money for the same materials as before to rebuild it. Another few years... Hasn't he waited enough? Hasn't he worked hard enough?

Isn't it obvious? Haven't you learned by now? You'll never be enough. Everything and everyone you love will always leave. He sobbed, not bothering to stop himself. It felt pointless to try again. He worked so hard for nothing. Everything he does always amounts to nothing if he's not sacrificing himself. It only works if it's for someone else.

He fell to his knees crying into his hands. He thought of telling someone but remembered he had no one. He ran away after everything. Calypso broke up with him, Jason was dead, everyone else ignored him completely or didn't know how to handle him. He wanted to start a new life. He knew he was better off alone, that Nemesis was right. He was alone and he always will be. No matter how much he missed Piper. And Hazel. And Frank and Nico and Annabeth and Percy and Reyna and Jo and Emmi... But reminded himself of what Nemesis said every time he feels that way.

When he stopped crying the moon was out and, remembering his bed was gone, just fell asleep right there.

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"Leo?" Thalia asked and the boy groaned.

"Oh my Gods, it is you!" She yelled and he sat up rubbing his eyes. When his vision cleared he groaned again, this time in exasperation. Of course.

"What the hell?! Where have you been?! We've been looking everywhere for you!" She yelled pointing and accusatory finger at him. He just pushed it away and glared.

"Obviously not, since it took you this long to find me." He said and she scoffed. "Gods, I forgot how selfish you were. You run off without telling anyone, and when we find you your only thinking about your dam self!"

"Maybe I'm not and you only think that because you're mad at me. For some reason, I don't know why you even care. Piper, Hazel, Nico, and the rest understandable, but you? We were never close."

"Doesn't mean I don't care." Leo laughed out loud.

"Yeah, right. I was weird back then, your attitude back then was understandable, I don't care if you like me or not." Thalia sighed her expression softening.

"Leo, if anyone understands being a runaway, it's me. Whether you ran away because you were scared, or because you felt alone, or thought you didn't belong there, we looked because we care. Even if you don't believe it." Leo sat there pondering her words. Then he glared.

"CPS says the same thing. 'We wanna help' and they never do." He said. He took a breath. "You shouldn't be worried. I'm fine. I'm an adult, I can take care of myself."

"You're 19."

"Legally, an adult. I have a job, looking for a house-"

"Yeah, sleeping on grass by a giant pile of ash is totally normal for a house."

"I'm not trying to convince you to come back. I joined The Huntress' for a reason, but just... visit? Piper really misses you."

"And as soon as she sees me again, I'm dead."

Thalia snickered. "Probably." Leo smiled at the thought.

"Just... think about it? At least?" She asked and he didn't answer before she left. He looked back at the pile of ash that was his house and sighed.

[writer-in-theory]

☁️👀🛏️ Steddie

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prompt: ☁️ enemies to lovers , 👀 forced proximity , 🛏 only one bed

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When Dustin asked Steve to chaperone their Hellfire Club field trip, he should've said no.

"C'mon, man, you don't need a chaperone," Steve huffed while he rewound tapes behind the Family Video counter. "You're high schoolers, what's kind of trouble could you get into?"

"It's because of you and your stupid ex-friends we need an adult anyway," Dustin snapped back. Sometimes Steve wondered if his own attitude had been transferred to the kid. "Something about 'the Chicago incident'?"

Oh. Oh yeah, that was absolutely his fault. Steve shook his head, and despite all the bad that had turned up between them Steve still smiled fondly at the memory of his shenanigans with Tommy and Carol.

"Fine, whatever," Steve said, conceding to the blame. "If you need an adult, why can't Munson be the chaperone?"

Steve hated the fact that the kids hung out with Eddie Munson. They were familiar with each other, considering Steve had once been one of the more popular athletes in the school. Even after he'd graduated, Munson had made a point to show up to Scoops Ahoy to see the fall of Steve Harrington with his own eyes. It was safe to say they didn't get along once Steve stopped throwing parties that Eddie could sell at. And now Steve's group of monster-fighting kids had chosen to latch onto said dealer, the same guy who'd relentlessly ridiculed Steve at every opportunity (not that Steve hadn't done the same).

"Because, Steve," Dustin said with the same know-it-all tone of voice Steve hated, "Eddie's a student. We need an adult who's not a student to sit in the hotel. You don't even have to do anything."

That was how Steve got roped into driving half of the little shits to Chicago. At least Eddie was driving with the Corroded Coffin crew, so Steve didn't have to make small talk with a bunch of guys he'd never been friends with in school. Steve really didn't know how the guys got ComicCon cleared as a club field day, but the one time he questioned it Dustin had ranted for so long about sports tournaments that Steve resigned himself to never asking again.

It was fine, he told himself, and he believed it all the way up until they were pulling up to the hotel. Eddie was talking emphatically to the lady at the desk.

"What's going on?" Steve had asked.

"We're one room short," Eddie said, sighing. "It's fine, I'll stay with Gareth."

"Actually," Steve piped up. He hated being the babysitter, the rule-follower, but when he'd signed all those forms accepting responsibility for the entire group he took that responsibility. "You're 20. He's still 17. We could get in trouble for that."

"What? Dude, we've crashed on each others' couches all the time."

"Maybe, but this is a school-sanctioned event."

"Yeah? Well tell me, Harrington, where the hell am I sleeping tonight?"

Eddie had a point. Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose when the answer became obvious. "With me, man, you're sleeping in my room."

They both fought it, but ultimately, this was the only answer that would fly with the school. So Steve and Eddie packed up their bags and headed up to the hotel room—where only one bed awaited them.

"I'm not sleeping with you," Eddie says automatically, flipping his bag up onto the bed.

"Then have fun on the couch," Steve snaps back, shoving the bag back off of the bed.

"I'm older than you."

"I'm the one in charge."

"You sign one piece of paper and you get a God complex? Leave it to Harrington to be that desperate to feel important," Eddie says, every ounce of vitriol he can muster up slipping through with his words.

"Just go the fuck to sleep, I don't care where. It's been a long day, man," Steve sighs finally, shucking off his shirt and tossing it somewhere in the general direction of where he'd dropped his bag.

It would be a long weekend.

[hoosurdaddy]

Chapter 7.

Pairing: post covid! Stan Marsh x Reader, post covid! Kenny McCormick x reader.

Triggers: 18+, cheating, smut,gaslighting, fighting.. Reader is married to Stan, bad grammar, short.. Rushing this so I'm finally finished a series

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It was nice having you home for the two weeks. Stan at first was shocked by the sudden holidays but nonetheless happy. He was busy with his whiskey company, while you were busy helping him on the side. You both spent most of the time in bed, working, having sex, and overall being happier than you both ever been. Today, Stan had decided to send you over to Heidi's to help her with some project she was doing, while Stan had decided to meet up with his friends; Cartman, Kyle, and sadly, Kenny at iHop.

Stan was having a great day until he arrived to see it was only Kenny and Kyle there. He sat down in the booth beside Kyle and across from Kenny, who looked annoyed that he was here in the first place. Stan ignored him and began catching up with Kyle. Stan was used to chaotic things happening around him, especially growing up with a father like his. But you both were happy now, in a better place than ever. And Stan was so grateful. Even when Cartman arrived, Stan greeted him with such happiness, Kyle was sure he was dreaming.

However, there was all but one person who was happy, and that was Kenny. Everytime Stan opened his mouth, or even so much as breathed in his direction, Kenny wanted to jump across the table and strangle him till his face turned blue. Kenny wasn't making it half obvious. The two men had been glaring at each-other throughout their brunch.

"Is there a problem, Kenny?" Stan asked as the waitress cleared up their plates.

"Nope." Kenny replied automatically as he pulled up his stupid packback onto the table. All Kenny had to do was leave, but no, Stan and his untouchable attitude wasn't getting away so easily. Instead, he unzipped his packback. He took out your vest, throwing it across the table at Stan. The one you forgot when you came over to his that blissful Saturday night. "I forgot, make sure you give this back to your wife, she left it at mine."

Stan picked up the vest, analyzing it. He felt his whole face heat up before looking back up at Kenny. He couldn't even hear Cartman making some comment about what was going on. "What the fuck are you doing with Y/N's vest?" He asked as Kenny stood up nonchantly and shrugged.

"I just told you stupid. She left it at mine." Kenny wasn't afraid of Stan, nor was he afraid of the consequences of his actions. He was done. This time, Stan stood up, vest still in hand. "Don't even look at Y/N, don't even speak to her. She's done with you."

Kenny shrugged. He didn't care if Stan beat the shit out of him, there was nothing that could hurt Kenny anymore. You called him a mistake and that hurt more than any type of abuse or neglect Kenny faced growing up. Kenny's heart was broken.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing dude, just saying." Kenny rolled his eyes when Kyle and a waitress both came up to tell everyone to chill the fuck out and to pay and leave. Just as Stan went to follow Kyle up to the till to pay, Kenny had one last trick up his sleeve.

"Oh Stan." Kenny called out to him with a smirk on his face. "How did my dick taste?" He heard Cartman bursting out laughing beside him. "I mean, you've clearly kissed Y/N since the party right? How does my dick taste in her mouth? She enjoyed it, she swallowed every drop I gav-"

Stan powered his way through Kyle to get to Kenny and began beating Kenny's face to a pulp with customers watching a free show.

--

Kenny had been destroyed by Stan. People had gathered to watch this fight in the middle of iHop with Stan ontop, throwing and slapping punches into Kenny's face while Kyle and other's tried to pull Stan off, but to no use. From the look of things, Kyle was sure Stan had split Kenny's lip open, bringing him closer and closer to seeing God. Kenny, who made no effort to stop Stan, just laid there. He was enjoying the pain he had caused Stan. The same pain you caused him.

It was only when Cartman, who was stronger than both men, managed to lift Stan off Kenny before he killed him. It was a struggle but Cartman managed to lift Stan out of iHop while he screams echoed about how he was going to kill Kenny, leaving Kenny and Kyle in the restaurant. The excitement and buzz in the restaurant had died down, and the manager had told Kenny and Kyle that they won't press charges if they paid and got the fuck out, which they did straight away. Kenny needed some help getting out, which Kyle offered.

--

You had left Heidi's about an hour after the fight, you had no knowledge that a fight had even occurred or that the secret was out. As you drove, you decided to stop into a little StarBucks to treat you and Stan. As you lined up, you heard someone calling your name. It was Sophie Grey with Bebe and Red. "Hey Y/N." She giggled, taking in how unnoticed you were. "How does Kenny's dick taste?" she asked before all the girls started giggling.

Panicking, you glanced around the starbucks to see others from highschool, staring. You quickly walked out of the StarBucks and back to your car but not before hearing Red shout something along the lines of you being a slut. Shit, shit, shit. You thought as you started the car, driving back to your house. You seen Cartman's car parked outside your house, but not Stan's.

You quickly ran in, seeing Cartman and Stan, who was supporting bruised knuckles. He didn't even bother to look at you, but Cartman did, he glared before paying attention to his friend again. The tension was thick and scary.

"Stan." You whispered, who scoffed at you in reply. He was angry and pissed. Cartman had leaned over and whispered something to him before getting up to leave, but not before giving you one last glare and a slam of the door.

"Please talk to me, what happened?"

Stan had gotten up to run cold water on his bruised knuckles, while you slowly inched towards him. "Stan."

"You're a lying piece of shit slut." Stan bellowed out, and even though it was just the two of you, you swore a thousand people were watching you. "You fucked Kenny. You sucked his cock. All those 'meetings' were you sucking his cock."

You paused, knowing there was no point lying anymore. "I didn't suck his cock.."

Pulling his hand out from the sink, he glared at you with disgust over your actions and comments. You were his wife for God Sake.

"What the fuck is wrong with you."

Stan stepped past you, grabbing his car keys. You reached out to stop Stan from leaving, but from the look of his face, you knew better. "Stan, I am so sorry. It.. It just happened. I hate myself for lett-."

"You hate yourself? Imagine how I feel." Stan growled. Cheating was a choice, and Stan knew that better than anyone else. Wendy cheated on him in the past, and now you? his wife, the woman who took vows on the day you got married, to love one and other, and to be loyal to only eachother. "You chose to fuck him, you chose to go to these 'meeting', you chose to bounce on his dick whenever you got the chance and blew me off. You're not a wife, you're a God-damn whore." Stan was shaking in anger right now. He would much rather be in denial than angry, he didn't really know how he was going to fix this. How you were going to fix it, but as far as Stan was aware; he was out of here.

"Stan, I'm sorry. Please. I am so so sorr-"

Without another word, Stan left. You wanted to follow him and beg for his forgiveness, get down on your knees and kiss his feet and say you're sorry forever, but you couldn't move. Your feet wouldn't let you. You didn't even flinch at the sound of the door slamming. Stan, on the other hand, had no idea where he was going or what he was doing. He just drove. His eyes filled with tears as he drove. Stan was heartbroken. He loved you so much it was maddening. Stan done everything to make you happy.

Stan couldn't believe the pain you would put him through.

[sparatus]

Sparatus? 🙂

🥺👉👈

Sexuality Headcanon: painfully bisexual. somebody please stop surrounding this old man with hot people his heart can't take it. also very much not xeno in the slightest

Gender Headcanon: turian gender stuff is complicated and doesn't fit into human binaries, so while he's generally understood to be and is fine with being perceived as a cis man because he's perfectly happy with the body he was born with, a closer approximation is masculine nonbinary, just... not the way humans understand nb to be

A ship I have with said character: i mean. [gestures vaguely to entire internet presence] do i even have to specify teia at this point.

aside from the obvious, sparatus/quentius is also a fave, i do so love boss and loyal dragon dynamics, and the two of them are that plus a flip side out of work where they're just best mean girl friends hanging out being catty old men together. plus for bad end it makes it so much juicier that not only was sparatus quentius's friend but also a sometimes-lover, bad end hurts but it's so so deliciously messy

plus also @thetrashbagswasteland put sparatus/desolas in my head and it bops around from time to time, just like, suave but chaotic military man with the personality of a mob boss "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you stupid" vs prickly by-the-book law boy "i hate that you're actually as charming as you think you are you charismatic asshole" i think it would be fun okay someday ill write it teia and abrudas can also get in on it for fun or they can bang on the side it's fine

A BROTP I have with said character: sparatus & quentius, for reasons listed above. the more i dabble around the more sparkyteia and quentilea are becoming just a platonic polypile, oopsie, they're all good friends. also quite fond of sparatus & saren, because saren is very well-trusted and the council's golden boy and not every spectre is going to have shepard's experience with the council so it only makes sense for saren to have that sort of loyal right hand kinda dynamic with sparky. sparatus & valern is also fun for my usual political intrigue reasons but we don't have time to get into the complicated bullshit fueling the turian-salarian alliance rn

A NOTP I have with said character: sparatus/shepard, for reasons i should hope are obvious by now. guys idk how to explain this but sometimes characters just hate you without secretly wanting to fuck you. he has legitimate criticisms of shepard and ill die on this hill, there's no ust he isn't into you and mad about it he just doesn't like your fucking attitude. and you can't convince me your shepard somehow turns it around into genuine love, i don't fucking believe you, it's ooc some characters will simply never grow to truly Like you more than respecting your ability and that's fucking okay and normal

also sparatus/saren, because while i adjust saren's age in my work to bring him up to 70 in me1 (and closer to sparky, 76) the main works i know of for that ship have sparatus more than twice his age (in his 60s while saren was EIGHTEEN) and taking advantage of the age gap and saren's emotional turmoil after his brother's death to groom him into the perfect partner, which... oh my god no. and it was presented as romantic! as saren's first real love before nihlus!! i am calling the police!! and pretty much everyone ive seen who talks about that ship got it from that fic so. yeah that author is my parasocial enemy

A random headcanon: despite how closely they have to work together, and sparky being a prosecutor pre-politics (thus allegedly on the side of the cops), he and pallin have a rather... antagonistic relationship, mostly because of how sparky responds to pallin's complaints about spectres ("i'll let them know" which usually means nothing will be done and the spectres will continue treating civil misdemeanors and traffic violations like a game) but also because sparky himself has personal beef with like 7 different prominent cops, is from a "fuck the cops they're imperial shills we can police ourselves" background, and is so so good at being pedantic and annoying when he's feeling petty which is any time pallin isn't talking about an actual serious issue. he wants pallin to stop bothering him about traffic stops. pallin wants to fuck the smug look off his face. they're not allowed to have face-to-face meetings without quentius present because they WILL go straight to childish squabbling.

General Opinion over said character: he's my grandpa. he's Me. nobody in this fandom deserves him y'all need to remove the main character pov blinders and think about shit from his perspective and stop just assuming he's racist and stupid because he tells you no. the man has his position for a reason, and if you listen to what he's actually saying he's DEEPLY empathetic and concerned with how the public at large will be affected, he fucking cares about people it's canon it's canon it's CANON he literally goes behind his colleagues' backs to try to help you save palaven and stop the war right away that's not what a selfish heartless bureaucrat who only cares about his own small circle does i have ESSAYS dammit

.... oops i care about this old man So Much

send me a character

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼𝑠 𝑊𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔, Part 1

A/N: I changed the original story line a bit in here, so just beware! Also, writers-block is a bitch and when I sit down to write something after ages... I have at least 20K worth of a work which I had to divide in 2 and even that isn't enough...

Warnings: Bill and Frank being parents, Bill is not dead, I know it was unfair for him but I love sadness, Bill being soft with reader, found family trope at its best, mentions of death, mentions of pregnancy in apocalyptic world, infected children, mentions of killing infected children...

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Joel Miller was a certaifed stupid, and how he left with Ellie only further proved this even when you clearly warned him about everything.

When you left the morning before, now it had been two days or maybe three, you wished and hoped that Joel would listen to you for once. After everything you did together, everything you told him about... You thought he wouldn't go with his plan.

But sitting down on a chair in Maria's home, while the woman was cursing at Tommy for also going with them, you couldn’t agree more with her frustration.” Those Miller boys and their stupidity! Who do they think they are when their women told them to sit their asses down?!” she hissed angrily, throwing her hand up in the air while you chuckled awkwardly and made her sit down to cool a bit.

“For your info, I’m yet to be the woman but I completely agree with ya.” You meant for the words to comfort her, but by the look of disbelief and even more anger on her face-if that was possible- she scoffed at you.

“Oh, come on! Don’t be ridiculous, we all know you two had sex 3 days ago and confessed.” She said, surpessing a smirk at your shocked gaze. “When- How did you-“

“Ellie and Addy told everyone... God damn it, if they weren’t such shits, we could have been celebrating this!” you weren’t surprised the two noisy kids who became best friends quickly told them about it, but it didn’t make it any less embrassing for you to hear it so plainly and clearly.

You slept with Joel the fucking Miller, the town’s new Eiffel Tower.

And you were so god damn smug and happy about it.

Especially remembering how painfully shy he had become after seeing you naked next to him was a sight by itself.

“Yeah, I did. One of the best nights of my life, and I intend to have them for more yearsto come so, if you excuse me... I will go and fetch their asses.” You said with a smile, remembering how his calloused and warm hands felt against your body, how you boldly made a move

“I’m comin-“ you raised a hand to stop Maria, pointing to her slightly obvious bump with a serious look.

“I know that you can hold yourself, Maria but the baby in you can’t.”

“You can’t go there alone, Y/N...”

“Who said I would?” you quirked your brow at her teasingly, her tilting her head in response. It wasn’t for long that she understood what you meant, and looked after you with her own knowing smirk.“Oh, you sly woman...”

Catching up to them, with a few days ahead of you, wasn’t hard. Being the Night Killer, the vicious killer who killed more than let alive, you were good with finding your way through the tunnels and forests.

But Bill wasn’t.

And Addy was obviously making it hard for him with her sassy answers which was a product of yours.

“God damn you, and your stubborn ass woman! Why the hell are we following after them?!” he yelled over, making Addy throw a funny face to him instead which made him grunt and raise his gun for any attacks. You rolled your eyes at both of their childish attitude, knowing Bill actually held a soft spot for the girl but since she was the living copy of you who had gotten the sassy remarks from him...

It made it hard for him.

“To save their sorry asses, old man. I didn’t tell you to follow me, just told you that I would be going after them. You were the one who came-“

“Yeah, because I made a promise to Frank!”

Frank, the name that made both of you bleed painfully. Bill, for the lover he lost, and you... For the father figure you lost. You gulped with tears sitting at the corner of your eyes, and Bill’s gaze softened at the way the love and care still was somewhere in your heart. Even though you were a killer for most, a hero or the villain who sacrificed everything...

You were still a little girl deep inside.

You were the reason why Bill didn’t kill himself that day, making a promise to Frank...

You were his new purpose now.

“I’m sorry for yelling, Y/N... I didn’t mean-“ he started regretfully, even for an ecantric man such as himself, he knew when he was wrong and needed to apologize. You knew it was a sensitive topic for him still, and you also knew what your true purpose was when you told him you were going to follow Joel and Tommy.

You knew he would come after you, and in a way, you used that against him.

“you don’t have to keep that promise anymore, Bill. You don’t have to pretend like you care either.” You said harshly and wiped your tears and continued walking through the empty, full of fungus streets while Bill was left speechless. Your story of meeting with the two was a strange one. It was one of those times that both he and Frank got out to kill the infecteds that entered the town. They stuck together but in the end, the Runnerz were a lot to handle and they accepted death...

Only to be met with the cold, black veil of legend herself.

The cold-blooded killer, Jack the Ripper in a female body...

The Night Killer.

After that, it was a constant loop of Frank trying to make you get out of your shell while Bill told him that it was the worst idea ever crossing his mind. But for some reasons unknown to Frank, you reminded him of himself.

Of how scared he was before meeting Bill.

And deep down, in your wild and cold eyes... He saw the potential to be more.

And he made it his mission to make it come true.

“I never said I didn’t care, Y/N...”

“Says the man who wanted to kill me at the first chance given... Seriously Bill, it’s not like I’m gonna blame you. I was the most horrible person and you had-“

“Shut up and listen for once, you woman!” you stood frozen at where you were, turning to him with a face that told him to go on. “It’s true that I didn’t like you at all, and even went as far as trying to hunt you in your sleep...” you rolled your eyes at his frustrated ramble, turning to leave and keep walking. You already knew about it all, knew and saw how... serious he was about killing you at that night. You still remembered the chills you got at the look in his eyes and the knife he held in between his hands, how you calmly continued to lay on your side and waited for him to finally kill you.

Kill you so that you could finally be free.

But for some reasons, he didn’t and instead widened his eyes, taking several steps back as if the sight of you and the knife in his hands burnt him. He then left without saying anything, and ever since then... You wondered why he didn’t kill you when he had the chance.

“If you trully wanted me dead... Why didn’t you do it when you had the chance? When I did nothing to stop you?”

“Because... I also saw what Frank did. How there was still a good part in you, an innocent and fragile side you never let anyone see... And suddenly, the feeling of caring for another being overtook me, made me scared. And I ran away, never talking about it to anyone, but deep down... I wished I had a child like you, even when I was being a douche and always said I hated the mere idea of them.” He tenderly took your hand in his, the young skin contrasting with his older and veiny ones, and with that simple act came the tears you had been keeping to yourself, making you stop and bow your head in silent agony.

You never knew he felt like that, never knew that two men you had come to care for as if they were your parents also saw you like their kid.

 The kid they never had.

You always thought the soft, caring touches of Frank on your hair was just meant to tame you. The way he would make the best meals and bring them to you was only to keep you alive, and the way he insisted on teaching you how to take care of plants was a play to get under your skin and use it against you...

When all of them were done out of love and care.

I was so awful to Frank... The first man who treated me with kindness... And now, he is gone.

“How can you love me after all the shit I did to you? I was such a bitch to Frank, and now he is gone and I couldn’t even tell him that I, too, loved him like a dad...”

He watched you with his own sad ones, a soft smile pulling his lips up at the sight of you crying, feeling and seeing you as a little girl who injured herself. He didn’t know the answer why he was so protective of you, why he always stuck around you or even followed you here-barrelling out his house and coming as soon as possible- He often asked himself why, even after realizing that he started to feel like Frank about you.

He always silently watched over you, thinking that he was protecting Frank. Took more food to bring, time out to make sure there was nothing else that would come after you.

Even if you often walked in the most awkward times, such as mornings when you couldn’t find Frank who you grew used to easily.

“Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

“I am hungry and didn’t want to mess with anything in the kitchen... But I see that you had your fill.”

“I swear to God, if you don’t get out in 10 seconds...”

Or whenever you caught them in quite sensual ways, like a kid always following the parents. But they were like the kids being scolded in front of you with blushes all over their cheeks, with you standing before them with an agitated look.

“If we live in a house, there needs to be rules... Rule number 1 includes stop getting handsy.

He always thought what he felt deep in his heart, the flutters and the twitching, was because you irritated him. Before you,  he did everything he wanted any time. By himself, and with Frank. He wanted that life, and often avoided you since he “saw” you as an obstacle...

He didn’t understand what it was until you went away one day, and never returned. He remembered how Frank was devastated, and how he begged him to find you and take care of you. Not for himself, for Frank was already dying.

But unknown to Bill, Frank put a radio in your bag before you left and kept in contact... Until the day he was dead.

And remembering Frank’s last words, there is someone that will have a part of me with Y/N, Bill saw what he meant by them.

Frank’s love and care shaped you into a better person, brave and strong. And you shaped the little girl running in front of you curiously, looking around without touching anything per your warning.

“I think he knows, dear... Frank is already here, with us. In the shape of that little girl. He changed you, thought you to love and care again, and you raised an amazing girl with your love.” You smiled at his words, deep down knowing that he was telling the truth. You weren’t related to any of them by any means, it was impossible after all, but you swore that Addy had Frank’s soft eyes, caring yet brave side that always protected those close to her.

And you hoped that Frank was trully watching you three, hopefully proud of you.

“Mom, I’m gonna go and look if there is something useful for us, okay?!” Addy yelled to you, pointing to one of the tall building ahead. You briefly looked to where she was pointing and nodded your head to her way.

“Okay, don’t get too deep inside!” she yelled something in response, excitedly going to the building you three would get in to look around more closely while you abruptly turned and gave Bill a hug.

A crashing hug that made one loose all the breath uet warmed them.

He chuckled at your unusual soft side and hugged you back, hands raking through your locks with his cheek smushed against the top of your head. He felt the tears come to his eyes slowly, having missed the feeling of having your loved one between his arms, and swore for his life to protect uou and Addy even if it costed him his life.

He would do it for you, for Addy, for Frank...

But above all, for himself and the lover you had lost.

He remembered Frank telling him one day that you found a man to love, brave and good-hearted, which made Bill feel jealous. Then he went on telling him everything he had learnt from you, what you guys did what you were doing, how everything was... Until his voice dropped at telling Bill what happened...

How Michael, your lover, was dead and you were left pregnant... Seriously, how long had it been?

“How old is she?”

“You mean how old did you get?”

“Y/N...” he warned you softly, which made you sigh and take his hand to get inside the building Addy disappeared into, on guard with your gun out.

“14...”

“That means... You gave birth to her when you were still the Night Killer.”

“I am always the Night Killer, Bill... I just keep that blood-thirsty, dark side of me controlled, hidden.... I didn’t want to let her go because I selfishly wanted someone I could love and drop that shocked attitude, I’m not a monster that kills children for no reason.” You giggled, slightly on guard after what you said. You knew that child infected ones were... disturbing for even a man like Bill.

And it definetly was.

“No reason? What could be the reason of such shit?!”

“Being infected... When they’re infected... There’s nothing you could do but end their misery. Even if it kills you inside.” You kicked one of the doors open with your gun, lowering your mouth to the radio to reach out to your daughter.

“Addy, where are you? Are you safe?” you waited for only a few seconds before she picked up. It was the deal between you two. When you would let her come with you, she always had to reply back to you and if she didn’t?

You would come to give Hell to the stupid asshole who tried to take your daughter.

“I’m safe mom! In the second door from your left, the door you kicked I mean....” you smiled in return and pointed to Bill where Addy was, both running inside to see the girl looking out one of the windows carefully with a stern, serious face.

Way to serious for her.

“Addy, what’s wrong?”

“Uhh...What I am seeing won’t make you any happier...” she said without looking, waiting for a few seconds before she spoke again innocently. “Not that grandpa here is happy at all...”

“Goodness, Y/N, did you have to raise your mini-me so perfectly?’

“My mom is amazing, of course she raised someone as perfect as she is!”

“Okay, okay! Stop simping over me and let me see!” you leaned over to see whatever it was that made your daughter get nervous, curious if it was some rookie raiders...

But the sight that welcomed you, was trully not a good one as Addy said.

“We need to go down and help them! They will get killed!” Addy quickly moved to head out, fierce in her own way to go and kill whoever threatened her family, whoever dared to hurt them. It was something she had seen from you, something she took after you and used at every chance given.

But you knew where that would go if you didn’t set some boundries.

She would go as far as sacrificing herself for others, with no single care for her life.

And you weren’t ready for that.

Ready to let her go, your little baby go, especially in a world like this.

“Addy... Be careful. I’m not loosing anyone today.” You held her wrist thightly, eyes shaky with fear for the girl before you, stopping her in her track. It had been days that you’ve been observing those fuckers, cannibals, and the last thing you wanted was to loose her when you were trying to save others.

She gave a beaming, reassuring smile, knowing how much you worried about her given to the circumstances, nodding to your words before hopping down and walking out the building alongside Bill. “We will, mom! You have our back after all!”

“Always, my dear... Always.” You whispered while looking at their backs sternly with thight lips, rounding up the corner to settle on the roof where they were keeping Tommy, Joel, Ellie and two other kids. Seeing them all tied up, Ellie screaming to be free while her tears poured down her eyes like waterfalls, Tommy struggling in his chair while screaming Joel’s name...

And the sight of Joel’s bloody torso...

They all ignited a fire deep inside, all burning and destroying, causing a rage that was far too dangerous even in this world. A rage that made you who you were...

They would pay, for the tears on Ellie’s face and the blood that was shed of your lover.

Entering the building with the girl a few steps before him, Bill shivered harshly. It was like those sudden shiverings when you knew trouble was close but deep down... He knew it was the effect of you.

The Night Killer’s effect, an affect that promised blood-shed.

Looking at the girl who was already resembling you a lot by the way she acted, he sighed and thought about Frank for what seemed like a hundreth time. He probably would love to learn that you didn’t run after revenge anymore, even going as far as calling the kid his granddaughter. He wondered if she knew, if she was aware of who her mother was...

But yet again, those days were no more for you. You said it yourself: I’m done with all the killing, Bill.

So, if you decided that it would stay hidden... Then, it would stay hidden.

But if there was one thing which stayed the same with you and passed on the girl...

That was to act on urges.

“Hi, hello- Oh, damn! Sorry, man, you having some problems?” she exclaimed when she saw a man hold the gun to Ellie’s face and her jaw thightened in anger for someone threatening her best friend’s life. The man in question, one of David’s followers, aggresively turned the gun to her and Bill behind, Ellie’s eyes widened at the sight of Addy holding her hands out so that the man wouldn’t shoot, yelling at him and insulting.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BITCH AND LAY WHERE THE OLD MAN LIES!” both Addy and Bill gasped silently at the sight of Joel’s bloody body, impaled and bleeding. Addy could feel the slight tears come to her eyes while Bill’s hands twitched at his sides at the state he was in, with Ellie pressing down on the wound so that he wouldn’t bleed out more.

There were so much blood, more than normal and definetly more than Addy or Bill ever saw on someone.

“DROP YOUR GUNS AND SIT AT THE CORNER! THE FUCK YOU WAITING FOR?! DO IT!”

“Okay, okay... Calm down.” She nudged Bill to do as she was doing, dropping their guns on the ground and setting themselves down next to Joel who opened his eyes slightly and groaned in pain at the sight of Addy, in a way asking what she was doing here, trying to get up to shield her even in his state but, Addy’s hand stopped him softly making him lay down.

“It's okay, old man... She is here.” She whispered slowly, both Ellie’s and Joel’ eyes shining with hope. Joel already felt bad at not being able to keep his promise to you, the promise of coming back in one piece, and now, your life was in danger because of him...

Again.

And you were here to save his sorry ass... Again.

Seeing her whisper down, the man shot his gun which the black guys flinched and tried to protect her. He yelled profanities at her, shooting like a maniac with a grin when one, clear shot rang through the whole place...

And the man dropped dead with that bloody smile.

Addy slowly raised her head beneath the arms that was protecting her, seeing the worried eyes of the older guy look at her, asking if she was okay. She nodded and checked everyone, no one had any bullet wounds which was a relief and slowly got up to look out the window to see you cleaning your rifle and preparing to get down.

“Addy, be careful! Whoever is there might-“ exclaimed Ellie worriedly, fearing that she would be shot too but Addy only smiled wide out the window, turning to her with a happy face and hips cocked to the side sassily.

“do you think some measly hunter or something could shoot that clean? It was mom... She is coming here.”

“But, there are more of that men! She could get seriously injured!” before they could continue arguing the raspy, struggling voice of Joel spoke, having a hard time with speaking with the wound in his stomach. Even in his state, he didn’t back down from worrying about you, about everyone in the room. It was his fault that he didn’t hear their group sneak up on them, it was his fault he was stabbed and the tears on Ellie’s face was also his fault.

And now that you were coming here... It would also be his fault that the disappointment and fear sat your face he loved so much but never said anything.

“She is... though... She would give ‘em hell.” said Tommy, as if he heard Joel’s silent dilemna while Addy sat him free from the ropes holding him down thihhtly on the chair, eyes catching your fast figure down on the street which was... killing everyone that came across you.

“Heck yeah, she would. So be prepared and make your prayers because she is coming right here to whoop your ass.”

And whoop their asses you would.

Sometimes men could be so stupid. Tommy, for not having an eye out, especially at this part of the city; Joel, for thinking of himself to be invincible and Bill for freezing. Ever since you knew those three men, it had always been you who saved their asses, help around clearing the infected.

“They should stop calling themselves fighters if I’m always the one protecting them. Seriously, I was done with killing and now... I have to deal with those fuckers.” You huffed out while putting the rifle on its respective place and yanking out your gun and axe. At least 12 of them was standing before the building they were held captive and there could be more of them inside but now that you saw the state Joel was in...

Nothing could stop you.

It was like a red button was pushed, suddenly seeing all red. They were all your enemies, obstacles to reach to those you cared about. They were cannibals after all, they didn’t care about humans or anyone in general...

They didn’t have to live...

But they didn’t have to die swiftly too...

When it was all done and clear, all that was left of those who was unfortunate enough to stand in your way was... Unrecognizable, with blood and other organs sticking out. You played with the axe you held, turning it to either side and with a hard look, you went in, careful for any sound.

From Clickers and humans.

Yet, your feet carried you upstairs quickly to where Joel, the kids and Tommy were. Your heart beated hard, with fear and adrenaline at the sight that would welcome you. The man you loved, laying there almost motionless, maybe even dead. The man who was fine 2 weeks ago, laying next to you under the sunlight hitting your bare skins and warming your bodies as if your hearts didn’t already do that job...

Everything was fine...

And that was why you insisted on them never leaving because even when the Fireflies weren’t there...

They always brought chaos.

Finding the room they were in wasn’t hard, with Bill’s constant yelling and Ellie’s insults, it would be impossible to miss it. You sighed heavily under your breath, cursing at their loud voices and relaxing when you spotted no Clickers. Entering the room by opening the door slowly, the two young black boys raised their gun at you, thinking of you as an intruder when Addy jumped up and made them put the guns down.

“It’s okay, it’s okay! She is my mom, she was the one who saved us!” you watched the kids heave silently, dropping the guns slowly and you watched them with a hard, threatening look. For several seconds, you three watched each other, trying to see what the other would do. “I don’t bite, kids. You may relax.”

“it sure as hell didn’t seem like that a few minutes ago...”

“It’s the way of living, kid. You gotta do what you gotta do for surviving.” You mumbled and took out a cloth from your pocket to clean the axe, momentarily making the young man flinch and touch his gun. You chuckled humorlessly, putting your axe on your back and walking up to him. “You’re a tough kid. Name is Y/N, what’s yours?”

He seemed to hesitate with trusting you, having an arm around the little boy when Ellie interfered. “She is a good woman, really! She is not like that motherfucker.”

“Good? I’m not sure... She is tough as a nail...”

“That was a shit tone, man! How in the-“

“That’s the pain talking, kid. He always is like that, and Joel? Shut up before I kick your family jewels!” You threatened Joel and he, being high on pain, chuckled and looked at you with a lovesick gaze, muttering a wow which you let out a groan and turned back to the boy before you.

You knew the look he had, the look of fear.

For both his life and the young boy’s, but the sight of Joel in need of your help was enough for you to sound so hostile and you didn’t have much time.

“Look, I know seeing new people when the world is like this ain’t the ideal way but if I wanted to kill you, I would have done that already... You wanna know what happened to those fuckers who kidnapped you?” he hesitantly nodded and you pointed to the window, where he moved with the boy clutched to him thightly and looked down... to see the nassacre you left behind.

“I would have exactly done that shit if I didn’t trust you. If Ellie says you’re friend, then you’re friend.Now, are you gonna tell me your names?” you clapped your hands and waited for them to talk, seeing the clogs run in their minds when the older one dropped his gun made the younger one do the same while using sign language.

So, the younger one is deaf  huh? That must be why he is so overprotective of him.

“ My name is Henry, and this is Sam... my younger brother.” You smiled down at the kid clutching his brother genuinely and signed nice to meet you, Sam in sign language which made the boy beam at you and Henry gaze at you shocked.

Damn, I never thought I would be using sign years later...

“You know sign language?”

“Learnt when I was young, when shit didn’t happen. I remember some words, not so extreme shit... You hungry? I brought food.” You set your back down and took out a few food and a medical kit to treat Joel, scolding yourself for forgetting about his wound when these two had guns pointed towards you. You gave the bag full of some crackers and cooked bean to them, Henry and Sam’s eyes widened and they took it gratefully from your hand. “You... Thank you, but what are you gonna eat?”

You waved your hand dismissively, kneeling down next to where Joel laid wounded and sweeped his hair back softly, worried eyes raking through his face while he watched you fondly with a sad look. “No need, kids. You need to eat, and you too Addy, Ellie. We’re fine right now, go and settle down for a few days. We will have to stay in here.”

“What do you mean we’re staying here?” The kids settled down a bit away from you four, letting the adults do the job when Tommy suddenly appeared next to you, eyes worriedly looking at his brother. “Joel can’t move with a wound like this one, Tommy. We need to stay for some time, lay low and hope that he will be fine enough to walk.”

“I'm fine, Y/N- aghh!” he whimpered in pain when you jabbed at the wound with steril gauze, a disappointed scowl setting over your features. “Yeah sure, like I believed you.”

“Keep going-“

“If you tell me this one more time, Joel, I swear to God I will make you suffer with my hand.” You voice shook slightly, the sight of him in pain was too much after not seeing him for weeks.

Remembering the last time you had the man you loved bloody in front of you...

Bill and Tommy sighed at the sight, knowing that you two needed to talk privately. “Okay... We’re staying here. There are snow everywhere, it would be hard to move. In the mean time, you get well brother and Y/N? Don’t blame yourself.”

You nodded at the meaning behind his words, how he pointed to what you knew about the Fireflies and how you failed- in your words- at protecting them. “I... can’t promise that but I will try. Go and watch over for tonight, no? Me and Bill will take care of Joel.” He nodded and went out, Bill going after him to find something to make Joel lay on while you two were left alone .

Joel’s eyesight was hazy because of the pain, but he could still make out your soft features even when it was covered in blood. He frowned at the sight, thumb slowly stroking the drying blood. “Is that yours?”

“You’re wounded, probably in pain and still asking if I’m okay?” you chuckled without humor and he grinned at you, though it was cut short by a cough and gave a smile that made you fall in love with him a bit more. “When I see blood on the woman I love, I’m gonna worry over her..  That’s the deal with me...”

“Yeah? Well, I guess you gotta trade that with me because when the man I love is in danger, all hell would break loose with me.” You let your forehead drop to his, both of you closing your eyes at the feeling of having the other right next to each other.

“Don’t go yet, please.” He begged, voice suddenly vulnerable and you nodded immediately, setting a hand over his chest and rubbing it comfortingly while mumbling I’m here continously to soothe his worries. Joel liked to pretend that he was strong, mighty enough to take whatever was thrown at him, always ready to put himself in danger if it meant he would die.

But right now, he was just a slightly scared man who relied on the person he loved, and trusted himself with.

And though his words failed him once again, his eyes spoke a million of them. Don’t leave me, I’m scared, Is everyone okay, Are you okay..?

And the most valuable one… I love you.

“I know, Joel… You don’t have to say it if you don’t feel ready… But know that I feel the same.” You smiled at him while taking a bottle of alcohol out to pour on his wound, preparing the needles and gauzes you brought and Tommy found. Joel looked at you with his shaky eyes, eyes that had tears in them. So long he had gone without love and care, and so long it had been ever since he felt them.

The last one was from Sarah, and ever since her death… Joel thought that he didn’t deserve anything good in his life, fort hey would be ripped apart from him.

And he didn’t want to, couldn’t let you be one of them. It would kill him, loosing the woman he loved… But it would sign his death penalty, knowing that a little girl who had no one except her mother would be left all alone.

But…

“Yeah..?” he asked, hopeful and selfish, wanting to hear you say the words over and over again even if he was scared to utter them. Utter the words that seemed like a curse to him at this point.

You nodded your head at him giddily, him chuckling at the enthusiasm behind your eyes. He put his hand above yours, giving it a reassuring and thight squeeze to make sure that you knew how important you were to him. No, not only him but to everyone.

He wouldn’t use his words, but perhaps one day… he would.

“You settled for an old man like me, sweetheart? Must have done something good…” he attempted to joke to lighten the mood, and he was successful in that when a snort left you.

“You aren’t that old Joel, and I’m not 20 or something. I’m almost 40.”

“ Doesn’t change that there is an almost 15 years of age gap…” he tried not to show it, but it was one of the main reasons why he was adamant on not telling those words, fearing that it would make you settle for him when you didn’t want it in reality. He knew it was silly, if you trully didn’t want him. You would have dumped him a long time ago.

Hell, you wouldn’t even come after him.

The thoughts made him frown cutely, a sight you weren’t ready to witness. It was probably because he was high on pain, nonetheless, it was a welcomed sight. But behind those words and frown, you saw what he said ate him alive slowly, the same insecure look of his eyes told you enough.

And you had a good idea for a punishment that wouldn’t go to waste.

“Hmm, too bad then. All I want is you..” you muttered softly after kissing the corner of his lips, slightly dry yet very warm. Joel smiled into your mouth, momentarily forgetting where he was when the burning feeling of alcohol made him groan loudly.

“You are a minx, you know that*”

“No, I’m not. I needed to punish you and what best way then pouring the alcohol that suddenly was in my hands?” you asked innocently, with Joel giving you his famous dead-pan look when Elli elet out a groan from the corner, Addy cooing softly.

“Oh God, they are being lovey-dovey, mushy-goosey again…”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it, Ellie”

“Well… It would be better if they didn’t-“

“Excuse me but Is someone gonna explain how all these people except me and Sam kow each other in this room?”

Three mixed voices made both you and Joel look up startled, Joel silently flushing under Addy and Ellie’s stare while you eyes squinted at Henry and Sam. You didn’t feel much about the kid, except wanting to protect him.

But this Henry… He seemed somewhat familiar to you.

And if there was one thing you knew… It was that if you felt like you knew someone, you always had to be on guard.

[darlingkairos]

Oh boy I Hope the murder we committed won’t irreparably damage and effect us!

(Love how Lucky is amused beyond comprehension)

Just two Padawan's enjoying life (dear GOD, get them away from each other!)

[Cant stop thinking about this scene but its too much to draw]

"You are ugly."

There's a strange sense of easiness to Lucky's words, like these words are a statement of fact akin to proclaiming something as obvious as "there are stars in the galaxy!" A nonchalant pronouncement of reality rather than a harmful wound inflicted on Jae-Mari's very psyche.

Jae-Mari looks up from her readings as the message of Lucky's words awakens her brain. Rousing her lazy mind from the boring pages of galactic history papers, she is met with the echoing remnants of—

You. Are. Ugly.

"W...hat?" She manages to whisper in an offended tone that couldn't have been more explicit in its disapproval. Her expression twists into bitterness and then anger. She gathers her things, knowing that when Lucky begins to act like this, there is nothing she can do. Quickly, Lucky snatches her wrist in his grip, pulling her back to look at him.

"You were complaining about how you looked." Lucky shrugs away Jae-Mari's chilled glare. "Your flaws do not bother me though," He states, letting go of Jae-Mari's wrist and picking through the books piled up almost as high as the archive's ceiling. "I do not mind your hideous hair, bad volcanic acne, crooked overgrown teeth, or that unibrow that always grows back. These are things you can not control, so it is stupid to judge you based on them. You are still as ugly to me as the day we met Mari, but....I do not care because you are my Mari, and I'll never leave you...."

Jae-Mari goes quiet, chewing at her Padawan braid as thoughtful anxiety slaps her across her face. Lucky's attitude is different. He says this fondly. His usual demeanor of superficial and forged charisma is gone. It is replaced only by a ghastly gleam of the real Lucky....

Jae-Mari doesn't like it. The exposed connotation, as well as the reverence of Lucky's words. His sharp searing eyes are too much. She knows that the real Lucky is seldom ever seen.... Maybe for good reason. She sits back down.

"Let's get back to work on these papers..."

[audible--silence]

Heard abroad…

I finally feel like I’ve been seeing what I’ve been looking at, appreciating what I’ve been seeing and feeling what I’ve been experiencing.

He just thought I was a new best friend that he also wanted to kiss

Oh would you look at that, I’m the bastard now.

“I’m pants on your knees type fucked”

“She’s positively buoyant”

“That pig is smarter than I”

The irony of seeing somewhere out the window of a bus that reminds me of bassendean, in Nicaragua

“Let me be delusional it’s great for my mental health”

“Take care of yourself and dont do anything stupid”

“What if i just do the stupid thing safely”

“Yeah mate wear a helmet”

Get used to it or die tryin

“I feel like we’ve seen other signs of madness already, like hanging out with you for three weeks”

“Before god/the devil puts his shoes on” - before the sun is up and things are happy

“This conversation proudly brought to you by spanish dictionary and pacifico”

What a weird way to live, with friends everywhere, who each individually mean the world, but all have their own worlds revolving around them.

How special it is to be able to collide worlds for a brief, beautiful, ballistic moment.

Only to pass each other by again,

And carry on

Why is the hamburger in space?

“When you cast your fate to the winds, you gotta learn to sail” - Bob McTavish

“Yesterday you we’re a real cunt so i get to spit on you”

“Dont cry! Just get on the bus! Get on the bus!”

Even if its an orchestrated con, it really does pull on the human in me seeing street boys peering in the windows of bars to try ask for money. Again and again, night after night.

Somehow even with less than $1 in my pocket, the excuse of “I dont have any money” doesn’t seem to land with them. The boys who have no more than the clothes on their back, the donated coins in their pocket and their street smarts.

It’s a developing problem that will only get worse for all involved but as is often the case, a solution is never obvious or easy.

“I picked myself the wrong passion” - on working with people

“I should’ve been eating a mango in Guatemala”on bad sex”

“Rich gypsy?”

“Just tipsy”

“I cannot miss somethin that i still have” - Davide

“She’s like a ferrari with a fiat engine”

“I can get drunk in Spanish”

“Im not alcoholic, they go to meetings. Im just a drunk”

“My brain isn’t braining”

“I’ve always wanted to fuck a bowl of soup”

“If I’m taking you to a nice restaurant, please dont fuck the food”

I know where im going, not whats going on

“I hate planning but i also hate not knowing whats coming next”

“Those fuckers better shut up or im gonna beat the belief in god out of them”

“Fuck off! I am affectionate!”

Lessons learned from not getting a job in a shit bar in a tourist town: be humble. Nobody cares what you can do. They care about your attitude.

I think you need an open mind so new ideas and ways of living can get in but not so open that your brains spill out.

If i learned one thing about traveling its that everyones your friend, u just havent said hello

yet

“I have beautiful family still so why should i get old yet” - wisdom from my 88 year old nan

[mrsmaybank]

I Still Hate You - JJ Maybank x Reader

ENEMIES TO LOVERS 

Summary: You hate JJ and JJ hates you, but after he’s forced to give you a ride home, words are exchanged and your issues are resolved.....in your bed. 

cw: smut, daddy kink, hatefuck, JJ being annoying, cursing(a lot), shitty writing

Rivalries and curses between teenagers were anything but rare on the Outer Banks. Honestly, there was a proper war on the island. I’m not talking about Kooks versus Pogues, though. This war is much more….personal. This is the war between me, and JJ Maybank.

His blonde head turned for a second to look behind him before swiftly, but not at all smoothly, speeding up to cut-off the Toyota Camry in front of us.

“Wow. You even drive like an asshole.” I scoffed.                                        “Huh?” He pretended not to hear me.                                                                   “I said, you’re an asshole.” I almost shouted into his ear. “Can you hear me now?” I mocked.

“Are you done? ‘Cause I could just leave you on the side of the road.” He retorted with the same nonchalant attitude he always spoke to me in.

“You wouldn’t.” I shrugged.

“Oh yeah? Give me three reasons I shouldn’t make you fucking walk home.”

I couldn’t tell if he was serious. He might’ve been.

“Um...for one, John B would kill you. Two, Kiara would kill you. And let’s see…. three, Pope would kill you.” I beamed at my own delivery of the very obvious reasons JJ would never leave me anywhere, no matter how much he might want to. Our shared friends would make him pay if he ever crossed that line.

He just rolled his eyes. I sat proudly in my seat as a comfortable silence overtook the truck.

Five minutes before we would get to my side of the island and our destination, JJ spoke.

God, we were so close to just being done with this shitty drive.

“Do you just not get any dick? Like at all? Is that why you’re so uptight?” He sounded genuinely curious.

“Oh my fucking god!” I slapped him over the center console. “What is wrong with you?!”

He just smiled his stupid cocky smile. “Sooo...yes?”

“What goes on in your head that makes you think that’s an okay thing to ask?”

“Kie tells me about her endeavors.” He laughed as he drew on. “....of the sexual kind.”

I just shook my head, “Yeah, well Kie tolerates you. I don’t.”

He tried to speak but I cut him off, “Anyway why are you so concerned if I’m getting any?!”

In an almost inaudible tone he muttered, “I could fuck that out of you.”

My brain malfunctioned and I swallowed hard. “What?”

“That horrible fucking attitude and smart ass mouth…” He looked away from the road and at me. “I could fuck it out of you.”

In the most pathetic display of wit ever, I tried to stand my ground. I just couldn’t think. I was beyond flustered. I mean..I mean! Was he propositioning me?! Or was this his new method of torturing me? 

“Yeah..right.” I got out.

JJ just laughed.

“Pff..” I looked out the window to avoid making eye contact. “No.”

“No, what? Did you start thinking about it or something?”

My eyes bulged out of my head. Maybe I did!?

“Shut the fuck up. And slow down. This is a residential area.”

We pulled into my driveway and we both got out. I turned around when I realized he’d followed me to the doorstep. “I’m not inviting you in.” I looked up at him with my arms crossed.

“You have the keg.” He replied in the most annoying, know-it-all way he could.

I shook my head, “Right.” I unlocked the door and stepped in.

“Your house is nice.” He said looking around and putting his hat on the front mantel. “Your parents still out of town?”

“Thanks.” I led him to the kitchen. “And yeah. They get back next week. Kegs in here.”

“Right.” He said softly.

“Right.” I replied even softer.

Was the AC on in here?

Why was I so hot?

Why was JJ looking at me like that?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I screeched when I noticed his weird ass pensive stare into my eyes. “Did you start thinking about it or something?” I mocked.

“No.” he said dryly but convincingly, picking up the Keg to take back to his truck. I began walking him out.

“See you later?”

“Obviously dumbass.” I rolled my eyes. “I bought the Keg. I’m going to the party.”

He threw the keg into his backseat and waved as I closed the door.

“Bye.”

“Bye.” I flipped him off before shutting the door.

I sighed and began to replay the events of the car ride again. Okay, the thoughts were less about the actual conversation and more about what it would be like to have JJ’s hands in my pants. It could never happen. I could never let him win. But I could think about it in the privacy of my own head as much as I wanted. And honestly, I did. Quite often. Even before today. Did I hate him? Sure. But was I immensely attracted to his stupid hot face and stupid hot abs and hair and…

“Fuck!” The knock on the door scared me but I rushed to open it. It was JJ.

“What?!”

He laughed at my frustration and grabbed my face, crashing his lips on mine. He kissed me hard, with purpose and with a force so strong it was like he’d been waiting for years to do just this.

I kissed him back softer. Completely, and utterly submitting to him and the overwhelming desire I felt.

We were like that for a while. Heaving for breaths in between harsh, sloppy kisses as it got hotter and hotter and hotter. My hands had found a place entangled in his hair but his wandered. They pinched my waist and caressed my back. They pulled me closer and closer. I tugged at his shirt in a silent beg for him to do what he said he would. Fuck me.

He took it off almost instantly, kissing me again as I caressed the skin of his bare shoulders.

We both kicked our shoes off and without separating mouths I tried to start for my bedroom. In the blind rush there, I knocked over a vase.

He tried to stop and address it but I didn’t let him.

“I don’t care.” I whispered before kissing him again.

“You’re that desperate?” He smirked back. I took the opportunity to discard my shirt.

“Shut up.”

For the first time, he completely stopped. He grabbed my cheeks with his hands forcing my lips to pucker saying, “Watch your mouth.”

He went to kiss me again, now grabbing my hair into a makeshift ponytail to kiss down my neck. “Say you’re sorry.”

He was still him and I was still me though, so I didn’t. But also…. I couldn’t. Not while he was laying wet kisses all over my chest. He bit down on a particularly sensitive patch of skin and I couldn’t do anything but let out a pathetic mewl. He took advantage of that. “Say you’re fucking sorry.”

“I’m...sorry..” He smiled against my skin when he heard it. Leading me closer to my bedroom door with strong hands on my hips he teased again. “Atta girl.”

I began undoing the button of my shorts, sliding them off and he stopped me as I stepped out of them. “Where’s your room?”

I grabbed his hand and led him to it, “Over here.”

When I let go of him he sat down on the bed and began giving me instructions.

“Close the door and come sit.” I did as I was told and shut the door.

When I sat on his lap he kissed me again, “I like you so much better like this.” His hand slowly creeped into my underwear. “Any last words?” He teased me.

“I still fucking hate you.”

He responded by entering me with his fingers as I desperately searched for something to grab onto. “Shut the fuck up.”

I unfortunately did. Simply experiencing way too much pleasure to speak.

“You’re so wet.” He let me know graciously, continuing his ministrations inside me like it was the last thing he’d ever do. I felt drunk on his touch and I wanted more. I palmed him through his shorts, getting up and kneeling in between his legs. He hummed in satisfaction and I began undoing his pants. “I want it.” I slurred.

“‘Course you do.” We worked in sync to remove the constraining fabric.

I bit my lip and kissed the tip ever so gently. His eyes never left mine as I continued to softly taste.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He pulled me up off the floor. “Just sit on it.”

I agreed and began to slowly sink myself down on him.

“Look at that.” he started, “You’re not so tough when you're on my dick.”

Every word that left his mouth made my hips rock a little faster.

“You’re so cute like this.”I moaned as his hands made their way to my boobs, the slow fondling a contrast to the desperate pace of my hips.

“So quiet and pretty.”

“You just wanted my attention, huh? Is that why you were so mean?”

I nodded my head as the knot in my stomach tightened. “Wanted to be a little whore for me?” He enunciated by fucking up into me harder and harder. “Hm?” One hand left my chest to rub circles on my clit.

“Yes!” I gasped, “Yes, yes, yes. Please--Daddy!” The Freudian slip left my lips before I could think, but JJ did not seem to mind one bit.

“Oh fuck me….” He let out, bucking his hips and thrusting up impossibly harder. “I should’ve done this sooner.”

My legs started to shake as I felt myself getting dangerously close to the edge. JJ must’ve felt it because he placed his hand right under my chin and told me, “Ask me.”

I laughed and threw my head back, “Ask you what?”

“Ask me if you can come.”

I whined, “Can I come, Daddy?”

“No.”

He flipped me over so he was on top and began pounding into me with even more force than before. “This is for every time you were a total--Fuck!” He shook his head “You’re so tight.” He stayed fully inside of me and gave me a wet kiss before spitting out, “For everytime you were a fucking bitch.”

“I’m soo sorry,” I droned sarcastically in between moans. If I was close before, now I was just seconds away. Tears were pooling out of my eyes at the sheer intensity of how hard JJ was fucking me. I guess the rumors were true. He was good at this. Really good at this.

“Come inside me.” I whispered in his ear. “I’m on the pill.”

“Yeah?” he smiled, as one hand went to hold me down by the shoulder. “You first.” The other hand rubbed my clit with care.

“Fuck Jayj! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna-”

“Come babe, go ahead.” My vision went white and he kissed my open mouth. There was a symphony of kiss-drowned out moans and the violently loud slapping of skin as he sheathed himself as far inside me as he could and filled me. The orgasm was otherworldly.

“Holy shit.” He panted and rolled off me. To my suprise, a sweaty arm wrapped around me and held me to his chest. Looking down slightly he asked, “Did I fuck the physco bitch out of you?”

“Shut up, you like me.” I responded. “Just a little.” he kissed my forehead and it was sweet. He was a sweet boy.

“What’d you come back for?” I asked, thinking I knew the answer. 

“My hat.” 

We laid there for a while in a different type of comfortable silence.

“I have to get ready.” I said, getting up. I tossed him his shorts, “Let’s go get the rest of our clothes.”

He got up and followed me out, kissing me again as soon as we were in the living room.

“Who is desperate now?” I asked.

“I can’t help it. You’re so-”

“Hi guys.” John B said, smiling from the couch as Kie and Sara bursted out laughing from the loveseat. Pope’s mouth was hung open.

“Oh fucking great.” I exasperated.

JJ in typical, shithead JJ fashion, just smiled.

[skyesdaisys]

it is now time my my usual live me reaction of rushing to this fic asap

now time for me and sunny's favorite thing. my comments!

“Hank.” Dawn says his name sharper this time, capturing his attention as he stares at Dick with fire burning in his eyes. She nods toward Rachel, who is staring at all of them with confusion.  -> Dawn: hank. there is a child in our presence right now, let's not get into love triangle bullshit (though that triangle hardly exists atp)

“You’re an asshole.” Dick replied, still feeling the ache of a fight or flight response tearing through him as he tried to calm down. -> And you're still a dick (pun intended), but I don't judge

“Y/N,” Dawn smiled, walking over to give you a hug after you had set everything down. You embraced her tightly for a moment before she pulled away with a smile. Dick rolled his eyes at this - still annoyed at your presence. He would never admit it, but he was upset that Dawn was much happier to see you than she had been when he had arrived. -> I would've - out of pettiness - kissed Dawn in front of Dick to piss him off, but I also wouldn't out of respect for Hank (rip king 🙏)

“Rachel. Hi.” You cut off Dawn as she made the introduction, giving a gentle wave toward Rachel while she nodded shyly at you. -> RACHEL, MY BELOVED <3333 SWEETEST ANGEL THAT CAN KILL YOU (my best girl, tbh. well, it's either her or kory, depending on my current mood)

“A large black coffee for grumpy pants.” You said, holding out a cup towards Dick. -> YEAH. TELL IT HOW IT IS.

“Dawn, I got your stupid fru-fru coconut ice cream. I had to go to three different stores for it, and-” -> get yourself a man like hank who'll go to multiple different stores to get your favorite ice cream. a true man (take notes, dick)

“Well, isn’t this a real goddamn-” “A real goddamn summer camp.” You cut him off, literally stealing the words out of his mouth. “God, I fucking hate it when you do that.” Hank sighed -> and you should be used to it by now but you know....... I get it

“You know, you always were my favorite.” He replied, quickly changing his tune as he came to grab the treat from you, a snarky smile spreading across his lips. -> of course I am, who wouldn't like me (don't answer that)

You almost added on ‘apparently they like me more than they like you, anyway’ - but you didn’t feel the need to kick him so badly when he was already down.  -> and as they should,I'm a goddamn delight to be around. also also at least I didn't get with his ex not long after they broke up, dick (violating bro code)

“Okay, okay, I get it now.” Dick smirked sarcastically, crossing his arms firmly over his chest, making his biceps bulge inside of his button down shirt in a way that was far too appealing. -> literally the description of how he's looking right now like... you wanna fuck him so bad

“You don’t like me spending time with Dawn.” He declared, continuing to smirk at you as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. -> OH....... the idea of me being jealous of you and Dawn turns you on? ofc it does, you fucking hornball

You were never going to tell him - but Dick and his controlling nature had gotten people killed before. -> *cough* Jericho *cough*

You liked Dawn. She was one of your best friends. -> Yeah.... sure.... "friends" (at least in my mind, we aren't just friends)

No matter how angry you were with him, you couldn’t let him die. -> Yeah. She's gonna lose her mind when he dies in season 3, huh?

“My mother - she died when I was about your age.” You told her, knowing that it was likely something she needed to hear. -> Yay! Bonding with Rachel over dead moms <3

“So, wait - are these kinds of powers… genetic?” She asked eagerly, seeming to perk with interest at this. -> She's just like me fr, I would also be intrigued as well

It can always be comforting to know that you’re not alone. -> FOUND FAMILY <33333 (we just need kory and gar, and we'll be all good)

“I don’t appreciate the attitude.” You ground out, looking up at him to find nothing but pure fear staring back at you. “Now - Shut. Up.”  -> yes babe, put your man in his place

“What kind of voodoo bullshit is she doing?” Hank huffed out, having just made it down the fire escape himself. “Be quiet and let her work.” Dick told him, waving a dismissive hand in Hank’s direction. -> Yes, babe, defend your girl

AGH. SOOOOO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART (will still try to be patient, of course, I respect your process)

One Moment Per Episode With Dick Grayson

Season One, Episode Two: "Hawk and Dove"

Summary:

Even though Dick denies that he needs your help, you can't let other innocent people - like Hank, Dawn, and Rachel - get caught in the crossfire of his stubbornness and annoyance toward you.

So when you have a vision of Dick fleeing back to some of the only friends he knows, you don't hesitate to chase him. And yes - you make sure to bring coffee this time.

Dick Grayson x Fem!Powered!Reader. Childhood Friends/Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst and Bantering/Humor. Set during Season 1, Episode 2.

Word Count: 6,000

DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: the reader uses she/her pronouns - I still want to warn that some people might accuse this character of being an OC/might consider this an OC, but the reader received a great reception in the last chapter, so you guys might like her uniqueness if you read this; as usual with my stories, the majority of pronouns used in the fic are you/yours; and other than clothing style and a scar that informs her backstory, the reader's looks are not described and are left vague (as far as race, body type, hair colour, etc. - those things are not described); the reader character does have powers - the reader character is psychic and can see glimpses of the future in dream-like visions; the reader actually has a vision in this one (and there is more descriptions of her visions in general) (looking back, I wish I would have opened the first chapter on a vision of the apocalypse but oh well); the reader and Dick are 'exes' - their relationship was never official (they never explicitly called each other boyfriend/girlfriend), but they used to have sex often (and they both have feelings for each other that they never openly spoke about), and they are childhood friends, so there is a lot of emotional history there; this fic uses Y/N; this whole chapter (and this whole series, really) involves intense criticism of Dick's character - the Titans version specifically - so if you don't like that and if you don't like the Titans characterization of him, then turn back now; mentions of canon-typical violence; non-graphic descriptions of Dick having an infected wound as a child (speaking to his characterization); mentions of non-canon character deaths - happening in non-canon branching paths in the reader's visions (things that don't come true, but have the opportunity to come true if she doesn't interfere); mentions of gun violence; lots of stereotypical monogamous jealousy going on here - some canon, and some not (not the kind of thing my poly ass typically writes, but it does well with Dick's toxic personality, so I like it) - Hank being jealous of Dick and Dawn's reunion, and Dick trying to evoke jealousy from the reader over his past relationship with Dawn (though I have made it clear in the text that Dick doesn't have feelings for Dawn anymore); Dick accidentally pointing a gun at the reader (because of mistaken identity); this time there is equal pining and horniness between Dick and the reader (mostly because I am a simp for Dick in that navy button down shirt, unf); mentions of Dick's past trauma (the death of his parents) and his PTSD reactions because of it; mentions of Dick and the reader having sex in the past and their sexual desire toward each other and some mild sexual themes, but there is no explicit smut in this chapter (there might be some in future chapters); the reader gets injured in a fight with The Family; mentions of Dawn's canon injuries and subsequent coma; I believe that's it for this part.

A/N: I actually wanna say that this chapter was complete and ready to be edited in my drafts, and because of the comments and feedback I got on the last chapter, I actually went in and made some additions to this chapter. People really seemed to like the banter between Dick and the reader character, and there wasn't much of it in this part, so I made sure to add more of it - because if you guys tell me that you like a certain aspect of a fic, I will play up that aspect in future chapters or in future fics. That is why commenting matters. Writers listen to your detailed feedback and put it into future stories - we aren't just looking for comments to stroke our egos. So if you guys like this chapter and the banter in it, know that you helped shape it from what it originally was!

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Dick had basically told you to fuck off - he didn’t want to be involved, but he already was. 

The events were already set into motion around him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it now. So - rather than turn around and go all the way back home, you had simply gotten a hotel room in Detroit, waiting for him to ask for your help, or waiting for some signal that he would truly need you. 

You fell into an easy sleep, and soon - that signal came to you. 

… 

A rooftop. Two old friends. Tense smiles under a beautifully bright day that didn’t suit them.

“She killed someone?” Dawn nods toward Rachel, who is sitting beside the large dove house that Hank built, looking at the gentle animals in quiet fascination. She feels peaceful in their presence. “She’s just a kid.” 

That’s what he wants. He wants everyone to underestimate her. 

“Whoever they are, they’ve got people in the department.” Dick replies. 

He’s talking about the people who kidnapped her right out from under his nose - the ones who nearly succeeded in making her a ritual sacrifice. Just one of many forces that were coming after her. One of many forces that seek to harm her. 

“We needed somewhere safe to regroup.” He adds on. “And think about what I’m gonna do.” 

Somewhere safe? 

“What about Bruce?” Dawn poses. 

Of course Dick wouldn’t go fleeing back to him. Daddy issues. He thinks of Dawn and Hank as his true family. The Titans have always been his true family. Since losing the Circus, it’s the only family that he’s known. 

Oh. Somewhere safe. Of course. 

Dick visibly shudders at the thought of going back to Bruce. “He’s no good with kids.” 

That's an understatement. 

“A cop, huh?” Dawn gives him a small grin. “That’s one I never would’ve figured.” 

Well, he seeks out order. But he's a stubborn, bull-headed person who demands to be the leader at all times. He’s terrible at following rules that he hasn't made - terrible at falling under someone else's authority. He thinks that being a police officer is bringing forth real justice. 

It was never meant to last. 

Dick knew this. He doesn’t like admitting his own faults. So, he rushes to change the subject. 

“How are you?” He asks Dawn, clearly curious. 

It’s almost as though he wants her to say that her life has been notably worse without the Titans. Just like his has been. 

It's been too long since he's spoken to her. He loves running without looking back. It’s something that he’s very good at. 

“We’re great.” Dawn answers, flashing him a smile. She's insistent on this ‘we' - reminding Dick that she's not alone. She's not a single person anymore. “Hank’s feeling the life a little. Age waits for no man, and all that.”

Of course. This should have been obvious to him, but he’s a little too absorbed in his own problems to consider it. 

“How bad?” Dick asks the obvious question. 

“Two fractures, three concussions in the last year, and a herniated disc.” Dawn replies honestly. 

Dick has been through worse. He acts like it’s nothing, but it’s not. He’s the type of man to attempt to put a band-aid on a bullet wound. While traveling with the Circus, he stepped on a nail once, and tried to hide it from his parents - pulled it out himself and only told them when the wound began to fester and get infected. 

Fiercely independent and stubborn, even back then. 

“Jesus, Dawn.” 

Yet, he acts as though this is surprising. He acts as though this isn’t the norm when you exchange your bodily safety for the safety of others. 

“We’re still good out there, Dick.” She presses, sounding as though she is trying to convince herself. They need the team. That’s what’s missing. The downfall of her confidence. “Really good. But one slip-up-” 

“You should quit.” Dick declares this firmly, confidently. He always believes his own authority as fact. “You both should.” 

Deep down, he knows that both Dawn and Hank will never quit. Like himself, they do not take well to ‘retirement’. They will die doing this job or they will find quieter ways to keep doing good - but they will never rest. Rest feels too selfish. 

“That’s the plan.” Dawn replies. It feels like a lie coming out of her mouth, and she smiles around the discomfort of it. “As soon as we take out these gun suppliers he’s obsessed with. One more chance to do some good and then he promised he’s out.”

Suddenly, there was a flash of something else. 

Guns. Piles and piles of guns. Dawn being shot in the head from behind. Bright red blood soaking into white hair. A sneak attack while they have their guard down. Hank, overwhelmed by grief, unable to consider his own life as enemies surround him. 

He is forcefully pulled off her limp body. 

His screams bounce off the concrete walls as he is chained up and tortured. 

Things never go according to plan, do they? 

Dick gives her a sharp look as he considers the possibilities. Almost as if, due to his paranoia, he too can see the future. 

He wants to offer his help, or tell them simply not to go, but Dawn steals the words off his tongue. 

“You could help us out.” She remarks brightly. 

Yes, he could. He should. 

Another flash of similar events. 

This ends just as bloody. Similar howls of pain echo through the warehouse. Hank is limping as Dawn supports him, but all three of them are alive. They all make it back to the apartment alive. 

Dick is working on his personal definition of justice. It’s not exactly clean. (But it works.) 

But still, he hesitates. 

“I’m out of the life, Dawn.” 

Liar. 

Suddenly, Hank appears. He is surprisingly quiet for someone so large. 

“The hell are you doin’ here, Dick?” He barks out the name like poison - in a harsh, jutting way that many others have done before him. 

Everyone becomes tense. It’s an unwelcome reunion. 

“Hank.” Dawn speaks his name curtly - a reminder. Mind your temper. 

“I had a situation.” Dick tries to explain himself, being far too vague. 

But again, how does one cleanly summarize encountering a young girl with powers like Rachel’s and being so unsure how to handle it? And of course, Dick hates to admit being unsure of himself. He hates to admit needing help. He prefers to phrase things delicately - as though this were a choice, a fun day trip, rather than the desperate fleeing that it truly is. 

“Nice little reunion you got goin’ here.” Hank says sarcastically. 

“You know it’s not like that.” Dick replies. 

He is right, but poor at defending himself against Hank’s flare of jealousy. He is so walled off that he doesn’t dare to admit he doesn’t have eyes for Dawn anymore, even in the slightest. That relationship was nice, but those feelings died out long ago. He simply can’t see her in a romantic light anymore because his heart belongs to someone he believes could never want him in return. 

Follies for another time. 

“Sure looks like it to me.” Hank grunts in return. 

“Hank.” Dawn says his name sharper this time, capturing his attention as he stares at Dick with fire burning in his eyes. 

She nods toward Rachel, who is staring at all of them with confusion. 

It’s her. She’s the reason why we’re all here. She’s the reason we’re all going to be alive years from now. 

“What the fuck?” Hank is confused. Reasonable. 

“Can we just go back inside, please?” 

Good idea. 

… 

You woke up in a cold sweat, fumbling around numbly to turn on the lamp of the hotel room that you were staying in. Having your mind widen across the astral plane could be absolutely exhausting. 

Of course Dick had gone back to them. 

Looks like you were headed to DC. 

…

“Dawn, you can’t hit this job. Look at the number of security contractors here-” 

“Come on, don’t change the subject.” 

Dawn was cut off from speaking any further by a loud thud coming from the front door. Something almost akin to a knock. Hank (who had gone out to pick up some beer) had a key, so - that definitely wasn’t him. Rachel was in the guest room watching Game of Thrones - 

Dick and Dawn exchanged a look, both thinking the same thing. 

There was someone at the door. Someone unannounced.

And whoever was at the door might be someone looking for Rachel - someone seeking to harm her. In the kind of silent communication that had only been developed over years of working together as a team, Dick gave Dawn a nod and she calmly raised from her chair to go and check on Rachel. And then he grabbed his service pistol, flicking the safety off and cocking it - he swiftly walked to the front door, and while pointing the gun at whoever was outside. 

It was a clear warning, and also ready to fire if the person tried barging in. Dick opened the door slowly, and peered into the hallway, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he waited to see who it was. 

You. 

It was you. 

He let out a sharp breath of relief when the information fully penetrated his brain - the fact that it was you standing there, and not someone intending to do him or Rachel harm. Not an enemy. 

You were standing there as innocently as ever, wearing a red dress with a beautiful paisley pattern on it - still sporting those same brown leather boots and that same cozy jacket. Again, you looked so damn beautiful, and it shouldn’t have been comforting, and Dick shouldn’t have been filled with want. You were holding a paper tray full of coffee cups - which you had pressed against your breast for balance, and in the other hand, you had a large brown bag that seemed to be full of pastries from the smell. 

“Fuck.” He swore sharply, his arm still holding the gun up stiffly - his body still filled with the conflicting fight or flight response pumping through him, unanswered. 

You let out a bright laugh at this, seemingly amused by Dick’s tense aura. 

“Your greetings get more pleasant everytime I see you, Dick.” You said, nodding toward the gun that was still extended in your direction. 

He let out another tense breath, and forcefully unlocked his forearm then, in order to put the gun down. He put the safety back on and tucked it into the back of his waistband as he opened the door fully to let you inside. 

“You really are such a warm and welcoming person.” You added on, sarcasm ripe in your voice. 

“You’re an asshole.” Dick replied, still feeling the ache of a fight or flight response tearing through him as he tried to calm down. 

He knew that you hadn’t meant to scare him - or maybe you had, seeing as you hadn’t apologized, and seemed to find the whole thing entirely amusing. But at least you weren’t someone that he actually needed to shoot. So that was a plus. 

“I am not.” You replied snarkily, stepping past Dick and making your way into the apartment. “I’m nice. You told me that next time I should bring coffee, and I did. That’s the farthest thing from being an asshole.” 

“Dick, what’s going on?” Dawn called out, stepping out from the guest room with Rachel hot on her heels. 

Realization spread across her features when she saw you placing your goodies on the counter as Dick closed and locked the front door. 

“Y/N,” Dawn smiled, walking over to give you a hug after you had set everything down. 

You embraced her tightly for a moment before she pulled away with a smile. Dick rolled his eyes at this - still annoyed at your presence. He would never admit it, but he was upset that Dawn was much happier to see you than she had been when he had arrived. 

“Another friend?” Rachel asked, hovering at the edge of the kitchen, slightly hesitant of you. 

“A good friend.” Dawn confirmed, shining her smile toward Rachel. “Rachel, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is-” 

“Rachel. Hi.” You cut off Dawn as she made the introduction, giving a gentle wave toward Rachel while she nodded shyly at you. 

“A friend who’s not supposed to be here.” Dick added on gruffly. 

“Grumpy grumps don’t get danishes.” You said, holding up the large brown paper bag. 

Dick sighed and rolled his eyes, wanting to protest about you distracting from the larger point with pastries - but technically, he had asked you to bring them. 

“We’ve got… a medium vanilla latte for Dawn,” You pulled the cup out of the tray, now doling out the coffee orders. It was something that you knew partially from memory, and partially from the omnipotence that came with your powers.

She took it with a quiet ‘thank you’. 

“A small black coffee with extra sugar for Rachel.” You offered her the paper cup, and she loosened up on her hesitance toward you, eagerly leaning in to grab it. She smiled at the fact that you knew her preference and didn’t question her for drinking coffee at such a young age. 

“Thanks.” She said brightly. 

“A large black coffee for grumpy pants.” You said, holding out a cup towards Dick. 

When he reached for it, you teasingly swiped it back before you actually gave it to him, and he heaved out another sigh. 

“Are you gonna tell me what you’re doing here?” He asked sharply as he popped open the lid on the cup and took a sip. 

You decided to ignore him. 

“And an Americano for Hank.” You went on speaking about the coffee, rather than answering Dick’s question. “What kind of sociopath drinks watered down espresso anyway?” 

“He-” Dawn spoke up, about to tell you that Hank was at the store, not even there to enjoy it while it was still hot. But then, there was the sound of lock and key in the door and it came bursting open. 

“Dawn, I got your stupid fru-fru coconut ice cream. I had to go to three different stores for it, and-” 

When Hank saw everyone gathered in the kitchen, including the surprising addition of you, he glared as he kicked the door shut behind him. 

“Well, isn’t this a real goddamn-” 

“A real goddamn summer camp.” You cut him off, literally stealing the words out of his mouth. 

“God, I fucking hate it when you do that.” Hank sighed, a visible stiffness running through him - similar to the way Dick looked when you said ominous things. He was creeped out and defensive at the same time. 

“Would a pecan cinnamon roll make you feel better?” You posed, pulling a smaller bag out of the bag of pastries and offering it to him. 

“You know, you always were my favorite.” He replied, quickly changing his tune as he came to grab the treat from you, a snarky smile spreading across his lips. 

Dick reached for the brown bag sitting on the counter to get one of those danishes you had mentioned. You saw this out of the corner of your eye, and you snatched it away from him. You had meant what you said. He tensed up visibly but didn’t argue. 

Dawn giggled, pointedly looking between the two of you before she reached into the bag herself - of course, only for you to slide it closer to her. 

Dick sighed harshly and tried to move on from the subject. “Now, are you gonna tell me what you’re doing here?” 

…

It wasn’t long before Dick sequestered you away, demanding answers. He dragged you into Dawn and Hank’s bathroom, actually. This left Dawn to awkwardly fill the space with Rachel, who was wondering who you were, and was asking more questions as she sensed the tension between you and Dick. Meanwhile, Hank scarfed down his pecan bun without a single care about the circumstances of your visit now that he was fed. 

You sat on the edge of the bathtub with your arms crossed, looking at Dick with firm calculation, just like you always did, waiting for him to speak. He shoved his hands in his pockets - something that made his whole stance tense and broad and horribly appealing. It was something that reminded you that he had stayed perfectly fit since you had last seen him - and he had nothing but fine, firm muscles under that shirt. 

You forced yourself to focus as he stiffened his jaw and stared right back at you. 

“Well?” He scoffed. 

“‘Well’ what, Grayson?” You nagged back, knowing fully well what he meant. 

He sharply rolled his eyes. That seemed to be a reaction that you invoked from him quite frequently. 

“Why the hell did you follow me?” He sighed, his breath too tired to be as fully demanding as he intended. 

You wondered when the last time he had slept was. He was someone who wore insomnia strangely well, especially considering that Bruce had driven him to be sleepless since his teen years. It was something that he was accustomed to by now, so he never got the ‘bags under eyes’, ‘half dead’ thing that most other people did when they didn’t sleep. He simply looked like himself. 

You hated how much internal destruction and self abuse suited him. 

“Who says I followed you?” You replied, your natural instinct toward snark acting up again. “Maybe I just felt like dropping by. Dawn and Hank are my friends, too.” 

You almost added on ‘apparently they like me more than they like you, anyway’ - but you didn’t feel the need to kick him so badly when he was already down. 

Dick let out a quiet growl, reaching up to firmly pinch the bridge of his nose with his finger and a thumb. 

Already, you were wearing his patience thin. 

You knew that you couldn’t tell him the truth. 

One thing you knew for certain - Dick Grayson was a control freak. It was something that had been carved into him by trauma and fully solidified by years of training with Bruce. 

That night, so long ago - having his parents slip out from his grasp when he had been so young, while performing a routine that they were known for courageously doing without a safety net. A routine that they were so certain of and knew so well, having never factored in the act of murderous sabotage that ultimately killed them - it made Dick want to obsessively control every single aspect of his life and everyone else’s around him. 

Not only did he want to help those around him avoid danger, but he wanted the people around him to behave exactly how he imagined that they should at all times. 

He was constantly on the lookout for frayed ropes - for the unexpected variables that might be the downfall of someone that he loved. He felt that his parents’ death had been his fault, that he hadn’t been diligent enough that night, so he needed to be hypervigilant in every other aspect of his life to keep more people from dying. 

It was part of the reason that you bothered him so much. You were always unexpected - always a wild variable that he had to chase down. Whether it was your actions, your words, or your reactions to the things that he did and said - he felt like he could never predictably nail you down, and he absolutely fucking hated it. (It was probably also one of the reasons that he got such a fantastic release from fucking you - but that was a box of emotional issues he was not yet willing to open.) 

But - being the control freak that he was - he liked to try and control the outcome of your visions. 

Yes, you did see the future in your visions. And yes, the version of that future that you saw could sometimes be changed. It was part of the reason that you tried to interfere to stop bad things. You had seen many things before that had never come true - both good things and terrible things. 

But you had warned Dick time and time again that the future is not random. You never saw simple flashes of random possible outcomes and one of those realities might come true. No - you saw people’s intentions. You saw the results of the choices that people make. 

If someone intended to commit a murder - you would see death. If they changed their mind - you would see life. If someone interfered to stop that murder - the future could change in a lot of strange ways because of it. 

Life is a winding path with a lot of branches to it, and when someone makes a choice, some of those branches die off. 

Dick Grayson’s controlling, all mighty, ‘need to interfere’ mindset certainly had a way of changing the future. He constantly felt the need to use the information from your visions to force people into making the ‘right’ choice. But sometimes, on the path we choose to avoid our fate, we run headfirst into it. 

You were never going to tell him - but Dick and his controlling nature had gotten people killed before. 

You had discovered over time that it was better to simply not tell him things - to hold back information until it was the right time for him to hear it. 

“Do you actually enjoy being irritating?” Dick rasped harshly at you. “Or is it just something that you’re good at?” 

You shrugged. “Probably both.” 

He let out another stiff breath. 

“Look, I’m here for Rachel.” You said, trying to correct course. “She’s mourning, she’s confused, her powers are out of control. She needs someone to help guide her. Someone who might be able to show her how to keep her powers under control.” 

“O-kay.” Dick said, clearly dubious, not fully convinced. He looked at you with his brows firmly knit, and you felt the need to further convince him. 

“Look, I’m not stalking you if you think that’s what it is.” You added on. “I had a vision, I saw you and Dawn on the roof-” 

“Okay, okay, I get it now.” Dick smirked sarcastically, crossing his arms firmly over his chest, making his biceps bulge inside of his button down shirt in a way that was far too appealing. 

Focus - you reminded yourself. Focus. 

“What?” You replied, genuinely confused. 

“You don’t like me spending time with Dawn.” He declared, continuing to smirk at you as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

More than anything, this left you utterly fucking confused. 

“What?” You chuckled, repeating the word like a gaping parrot - a nervous, awkward edge in your voice. 

You liked Dawn. She was one of your best friends. 

And you didn’t give a rat’s ass if Dick and Dawn spent time together. Especially because you knew that Dick coming here was him fleeing to a friend while in crisis, not him looking for a hookup. Especially not while Dawn and Hank were together. Dawn was nothing if not intensely loyal. 

And nothing would have happened while Hank was in the apartment. You had never seen Dick and Hank fight - but Hank was just a bit bigger, and because of his upbringing, he had absolutely no qualms about fighting dirty, even when he was fighting a friend. So you knew who you would bet on in that fight. 

So - what the hell was Dick talking about? 

Even with your strange sense of omnipotence, you couldn’t tell at the time - Dick was baiting you. Hard. He wanted you to flip out, to get jealous. 

It was the emotionally stunted thing to do, but he wanted to see some sense that you cared. 

At least Hank going full cave-man mode upon seeing Dick meant that he thought what he had with Dawn was precious and worth protecting. It meant that he saw Dick as a threat. 

When you continued to stare at Dick with nothing but confusion, gaping like a fish, he flailed, realizing what a terrible move this was. And for some stupid reason, instead of dropping the subject altogether, he dug himself deeper into the hole. 

“You know, the thing with me and Dawn is all in the past.” He said, mentally squirming, waiting to see how you would react. “There’s really nothing going on between us.” 

“Yeah.” You smoothed your lips into a firm line, completely uncaring about this line of conversation. “Good for you.” 

Perhaps mistaking the annoyance in these words as the jealousy that he was so urgently seeking, his tone completely changed then. Like a child throwing a tantrum, he had gotten the negative energy that he wanted from the interaction - so he kept on digging in. 

“Okay, you know what?” He snapped. “If you’re not gonna tell me why you’re really here, then I’m just gonna have to assume that you’re bullshitting.” 

“Oh, I’m bullshitting?” You replied, resisting the urge to break into a grin. 

He had seen solid proof of your powers on many occasions. He had seen you do things that couldn’t be proven by science. So why was he only accusing you of ‘bullshitting’ right now?

“Yes.” He replied stoically. “You didn’t see anything - you don’t actually know anything. You don’t know shit. You’re probably just guessing, and making shit up as you go along and hoping people will believe you.” 

“Okay.” You shrugged. 

You were unphased by this declaration. You knew by now to trust your visions - even if Dick was revoking that trust. You knew that you had solid information, and if you didn’t follow it, the lives of the people that you loved were at risk. 

You guessed that this was just Dick throwing a tantrum because you wouldn’t share that information with him. 

Dick ground his teeth. Unconsciously, he was still intensely frustrated that he hadn’t gotten more of a reaction out of you. Whether it was the information that he was looking for - or some greater sense of anger or urgency that he felt when you were around. But he needed something. He needed to know that you still felt something because of him.

You were always so damn calm. Far too calm for his liking.

“You’re just guessing.” He pressed on. “It’s not that hard to know I would come here. You just fucking followed me because-” 

“So you’re saying that all the military tactics Bruce taught you never paid off, and you’re intensely predictable when fleeing under pressure?” You chuckled, pointing out the flaws in his own logic. 

Dick flinched. 

He hated how uncomfortable your words made him. Squirming in that discomfort - he went low. 

“And you’re admitting that you’re just a bullshit carnival psychic like your mother was?” 

It was a tender wound. 

The moment that your face fell - shifting from mild amusement at your own joke to intense pain and hurt - Dick’s insides recoiled with regret. 

“Y/N-” He sighed. 

“Nope.” You cut him off sharply, shoving past him. 

He let you, finally allowing you to escape the tense air of the bathroom so you could go out and properly catch up with Dawn while drinking your coffee. 

… 

No matter how angry you were with him, you couldn’t let him die. 

Even as you laughed and chatted with Dawn, and got to know Rachel a bit, you couldn’t get the flashes of horrifying possible futures out of your mind. 

… 

Where is Dick Grayson? Where is Dick Grayson? Where is he? 

A crazed family singing showtunes. A skipping rope being used as a whip - knives plunging through flesh. Torture. Pain. Screams. 

You saw Dick fleeing with Rachel in the night, believing that he had made the right decision to protect her. Believing that he was keeping you, and Dawn and Hank safe. You heard a sharp screech of tires as he was cut off on a dark backroad by an old-fashioned station wagon with wooden paneling. A car crash. Dick flew through the front windshield - and as he bled to death, his last moments were spent hearing Rachel’s cries for help as she was dragged from the car. 

Bad decision. 

Dick spoke about ‘some job’ that Hank and Dawn were planning and instantly, there were flashes through your mind of Dawn shot in the head, laying on the floor in a pool of her own blood - Hank’s screams of anguish as he was chained and tortured. 

They need his help. 

Why were you there? 

To stop those bad decisions. Hopefully. 

You couldn’t explain it all to Dick - you couldn’t play it all out for him so simply. He was a control freak. If you told him all the details, then he would insist on making a choice. He would insist on running the play. And he might make one of those stupid choices. You had to avoid making the same mistake that your mother had. Don’t give those stubborn, powerful men too much information and trust them to use it wisely - because they most likely won’t. 

“You should go with them.” You told Dick, your voice curt - the first time that you had acknowledged him in hours. 

He seemed shocked by you even looking in his direction, let alone speaking to him after the comment he had made. 

“Look, Y/N-” 

“I’ll stay with Rachel.” You added on. 

When Rachel eagerly agreed to this, it seemed to seal the deal for him. 

He acted as though it was his plan all along. 

Whatever made him feel better about it. 

… 

You and Rachel ended up on the rooftop. She gravitated toward the doves - she found them calming, as she told you. 

“How do you know Dick?” She asked you, clearly unable to keep down that curiosity that was naturally biting at her. 

With the cool night air whipping at your cheeks, you found it easy to be vulnerable with her. 

“We grew up together.” You told her. 

“You were a part of the Circus?” She asked, giving a small amused grin at the thought. 

“Yes.” You confirmed, mirroring her smile. Sometimes the nostalgia was painful, but unlike Dick, you didn’t try to forget it. “My mother was a fortune teller - a psychic. She was considered one of the best. People would come from miles around, or even follow the Circus from place to place just to have their palm read by her.” 

Rachel laughed at this, clearly amused. 

“So what - she had a big crystal ball, and she would read the lines on your hand to tell you how long you’re gonna live?” 

You shrugged. 

“Something like that.” You confirmed.

There was a beat of silence. Knowing what Rachel was going through, you felt the need to confess something to her. 

“My mother - she died when I was about your age.” You told her, knowing that it was likely something she needed to hear. 

It can always be comforting to know that you’re not alone. 

Rachel looked at you with large, piercing eyes - heavy grief still dancing there. It was still so fresh. Your heart ached for her. 

“What happened?” She asked. 

With her powers, you were surprised that she didn’t already know. 

But you thought it apt to explain it to her. 

“My mother didn’t just do card tricks and read palms.” You said. “She was special. Special like us, special.” 

A distinct look of dawning came across Rachel’s features. 

“She had powers.” She said softly. 

You nodded. 

“So, wait - are these kinds of powers… genetic?” She asked eagerly, seeming to perk with interest at this. 

Suddenly, a million long-dead questions about a father she had never known overtook her like a tidal wave. 

Obviously, her mother had been perfectly normal. Had she gotten her powers from her father? If she found him, would he be able to tell her who she truly was? 

“I suppose so.” You answered meekly, hating that you didn’t know for certain. “I hate that I can’t say for sure.” 

Rachel’s face fell at this.

Then, something occurred to her. 

“How did your mom’s powers kill her?” She asked. 

“It - it wasn’t really her powers that killed her.” You began to explain. “It was more… the way she used them.” 

Rachel looked at you expectantly, and you continued. 

“Before she died… she saw what happened to Dick’s parents in a vision. How they died.” You explained. “She tried to stop it, and the people who were intent on killing them weren’t too happy about it. So they killed her too.” 

It was a fate that you were constantly trying to avoid - stumbling into death while trying to save those that you loved. It was one of the reasons that you put up with so much attitude from Dick Grayson. You would much rather have him alive and giving you lip than have him dead because of some mistake that you made. 

Rachel looked pensive for a moment - watching the birds as they rested in their large cage. 

“Is that why you’re helping us now?” She asked quietly. “You’re trying to keep us from getting killed?” 

“I’m doing my best.” You remarked, anxious hope ripe in your voice. 

…

Clustering voices. A tense argument. 

It was broken up by - 

“Hello there.” 

The faux sweetness of a dangerous stranger. 

Fear shook you. The sound gave you a sense of deja vu. You recognized them from a far off vision. 

Before you could warn the others, it broke into a brutal fight. 

You used all the training you had, but you were distracted by Dick being thrown off the roof. Something hit you in the head, hard - you heard Dawn cry out for help, and you saw a cluster of blonde hair and limbs as she went flying. 

Rachel screamed and reached out for you and you desperately reached back - you were dizzy and blinking heavily and didn’t even remember being knocked down. 

“Dawn! Dawn!” 

You heard Dick shouting urgently and then you realized in horror that she might be dead. 

Dawn. 

You were sluggish and felt wetness on the side of your face that must have been blood, but you forcibly peeled yourself off the ground, stumbling toward the sound of Dick’s voice - toward the fire escape. You tripped down a few of the stairs, your blurred eyes only focused on the shape of them - him crouching over her body, blonde hair splayed across the pavement, limp legs. 

She’s not dead. 

She can’t be. 

When you made it to her, you fell to your knees beside her. With the last of her energy, she locked eyes with you. 

Fear. Anxiety. Terror. Trust. 

She knew that you would help her. 

Her eyes drifted closed, and Dick panicked. 

“Dawn, Dawn!” 

“Be quiet.” You barked at him. 

You needed to concentrate. 

“You’re telling me to shut up?” He griped back, his fear and panic foaming up through his lips as intense anger directed towards you. “Shouldn’t you have seen this coming? What happened to-?” 

“I don’t appreciate the attitude.” You ground out, looking up at him to find nothing but pure fear staring back at you. “Now - Shut. Up.” 

You placed your hand gently onto Dawn’s forehead - you concentrated hard, focusing your powers on her. You couldn’t do anything about her physical injuries, but you could preserve the parts of her that mattered the most. You could keep her spirit alive. You could lock her memories away in a safe place so that she would be whole when her body healed. 

“What kind of voodoo bullshit is she doing?” Hank huffed out, having just made it down the fire escape himself. 

“Be quiet and let her work.” Dick told him, waving a dismissive hand in Hank’s direction. 

For once in their lives, both of the men sat in silence, actually deferring to you and following your lead. 

They trusted you to do something good for her, rather than doing more harm.

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