#cause he *knew* where she was coming from

[nakylvr]

— BACK TO ME

daniela avanzini x fem!reader

summary જ⁀➴ after an argument breaks out and hurtful things are thrown, you leave for a few days, and daniela realizes just how much she needs you

warnings/tags જ⁀➴ angst with happy ending, language, established relationship, dealer!dani au, arguments

now playing જ⁀➴ back to me by the rose

things had been straining recently. with tax season coming up you spent most of your days after work trying to figure out how to not get completely fucked over and get a ton of money taken out. you also got promoted at your job, which was both a blessing and a curse. more money was always a good thing, but your patience was already wearing thin when the argument started.

you had just gotten home, wanting nothing more than to relax when you realized daniela wasn't in the apartment. too tired, you shrug it off and lay down on the couch, still in your work clothes, not bothering to change. you ended up falling asleep faster than you anticipated.

when the front door opened, it was dark outside. you could hear it, but you couldn't find it in you to get up.

"yn?" daniela's voice is heard quietly. "what are you doing on the couch?"

you hum, opening your eyes groggily and looking up at her. "where were you?" you mumble.

"had to run out real quick," she answers. "come on, let's go to bed."

"for hours?" you say before you can think.

daniela's expression changes at your words, but you don't notice past the dark in the room. "i needed to do some stuff," she responds. "i'm sorry." she doesn't know why she's saying it. most likely out of fear that this conversation will spiral out of control after all the bullshit that happened earlier in the year. she doesn't want a fight right now, and she's trying to keep it from happening.

"who were you with?" you ask, slowly sitting up.

"minji," daniela answers truthfully. "she needed some help getting a gift for hanni, then she came with me for a deal that i had to do on the way back."

your eyebrows furrowed together, looking back at her. "you let her go along with you?" you inquired.

"yeah?" dani replies, but it comes out unsure. "i knew you were getting off work late and i didn't want to bother you."

"but you let minji go with you?" you press. "you told me i was the only one."

"well, yes. but minji's my close friend, i–"

"didn't see anything wrong with it?" you cut her off. "cause it looks a little weird when all your clients know me and then you show up with some other girl that's not me? let me guess, you saw keeho?"

"how did you–" daniela gets cut off again by you talking over her.

"he texted me," you tell her. "asking, and i quote 'who this random chick' is with you instead of me. so it's not just me thinking i'm crazy."

"i didn't say you were crazy," daniela quickly says, shaking her head. "baby, please, this isn't that serious. you know minji."

"but other people don't," you respond. "what if it wasn't keeho?"

"i-" daniela stops herself, taking a breath. "this is the only time i've brought someone other than you."

"but why?" you stand up from the couch, making daniela take a few steps backwards. "you're the one who tells me that you don't let anyone go because you don't want them to see, but minji is just a different story or something?"

"it's one time!" daniela says, her voice raising slightly. "why does it matter?"

"why does it matter?" you repeat. "you tell me, daniela. you tell me." you cross your arms over your chest.

daniela is quiet for a minute, trying to think of the right thing to say to not upset you more. "i know what you're thinking, but this isn't a big deal. i let her come along because it was keeho. nothing else, no other reason," she tells you. "i promise."

"not a big deal, you keep saying that," your voice turns sharp. "what's not a big deal? that i'm reasonably concerned when you're out hours past when i got back and tell me you were doing some stuff, helping minji get a gift for hanni, and do a deal? because those are multiple different answers."

"oh my god," daniela mumbles, looking around before back at you. "yn, seriously, it's nothing."

"give me your phone," you demand.

"what?" she looks at you confused.

"consider this a phone check. give it to me." you hold your hand out.

"you're serious?" daniela asks. when you don't answer, just stare at her, she pulls her phone out of her pocket and hands it to you. "jesus christ," she grumbles under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest.

looking through the recent messages, your fingers hover over one specifically, and when you glance up from the phone to look at daniela, she feels her heart drop to her stomach at the expression on your face.

"so what? you have clients wanting to get you shit for valentines day? is that the excuse you're going to give?" you say seriously, tilting your head to the side.

"what?" daniela lets out. "no one has–"

"what's this about then?" you hold the phone towards her, showing a thread of messages.

"that's jaehyun!" daniela exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air. "he's my friend!"

"and you know i don't like how close he is with you!" you retort, your voice raising. "every time we go to his place it's like i don't even exist! he's obviously hitting on you!"

"he literally isn't! he's gay!" daniela scoffs, shaking her head. "plus, he literally has a boyfriend!"

"well that didn't stop you the first time, did it?" the words come out faster than you could think.

"right," daniela scoffs again, nodding her head. "right, because it's always my fault, isn't it? i'm always the one fucking up, right?"

"yeah!" you nod. "you're the one who says you can pull anyone, and then you act like i'm fucking crazy when people are all over you and i don't like it! like it's not right for me to feel upset even though i'm your girlfriend!"

"i've never called you crazy! when have i once said that?!" daniela's voice starts getting louder, nearing the edge of yelling.

"but you look at me like it!" you end up yelling first. "like-like it's a problem that i get jealous! you're allowed to have your hands all over me when i'm with my friends when you're jealous but when you have three different girls who give you thousands of dollars each month all over you it's weird when i get defensive and jealous!? that's not fair, daniela!"

"so what? i'm supposed to just sit there while girls eye-fuck you or try to get all close?!" daniela retorts. "you don't even know! you're so fuckin' naive that you think everyone just wants to be friends!"

"naive? i'm naive?" you let out a laugh, shaking your head. "right, sorry for being nice enough to make friends who don't just want to fuck me for some shit!"

"they still want to fuck you!" daniela yells. "look at sophia! you ran to her when shit got hard and look what happened! who's telling me that you won't go run off to some other 'friend' of yours only for them to fuck you while you were still mine!"

you stop once sophia's name is spoken. daniela knew better than to bring her up after the events that happened, knowing how much you regretted your stupid decision and how bad you felt about it afterwards. but in the heat of the argument, the second the words leave daniela's mouth you're standing there in silence.

"you know what," you eventually speak up. "maybe i will."

"will what?" daniela asks, seemingly not realizing what she said and how you took it.

you shake your head, letting out a scoff. you toss her phone on the couch and walk into the bedroom, not saying another word.

"yn?" daniela sighs. "yn! what are you doing?"

a few minutes later you walk back out with a bag in your hands, making daniela's eyes go wide.

"what're you doing?" she asks.

"i'm going to jungwon's for the night," you answer simply. "or, the rest of the night, i guess."

"what?" daniela looks at you confused. "why?"

you stare at her with a deadpan expression, waiting to see if she'll notice what she said. when she clearly doesn't, you shake your head again. "because he's a friend who won't fuck me while i'm still yours. those are your words," you tell her before starting to walk to the front door.

your words make daniela realize what she said, and she immediately starts following after you to the door. "yn? yn, baby, don't be like this! i didn't mean to bring her up!"

"but you did." you swiftly turn around, causing her to abruptly stop. "you did even though we talked about it and you knew how fucked up i felt afterwards. but if this is what comes out of your mouth when we argue, then i know you're still pissed about it. so, i'm leaving for the night, or maybe a few days, i don't know." you shrug. "i know i fucked up with what i did. i regret it. but you told me it was okay. when apparently it isn't if you're bringing it up. so while i'm gone, you think about what you want, daniela. because you are on thin ice, and it's cracking. so figure it the fuck out."

you leave the apartment before daniela can get a word out, the door slamming behind you echoing through the place. she stands there for a few minutes, waiting to hear you come back, but you never do.

"god damnit," she sighs, dragging her hands over her face.

the whole remainder of the night daniela kept texting you, telling you to come back, that she was sorry and didn't mean it. but, that's how she always was whenever you two fought. and you were tired of everything right now.

when you got to jungwon's, he was surprised to see you, but when you explained the situation he immediately brought you inside and talked with you about the whole thing. he was always good with comforting others and advice. plus, he could tell you were straining yourself recently.

while daniela sat inside the apartment, moping around waiting for you to come back, still texting you as the day passed and you didn't return or respond. she knew you were upset with what she said, that was obvious. and she couldn't lie and say that the event didn't gnaw at her every fiber since she found out, even if sophia got what she deserved in the end, because it did. she knew it shouldn't. that it was a moment of vulnerability for you, that you had no one else to go to. it all spirals back to her regretting what she did in the first place to start it all.

for the whole day daniela thought of what to do, how to fix this. she sat on the couch for hours thinking of what will make you not mad at her anymore. when she got an idea.

it was day three and you still weren't responding, so daniela took matters into her own hands and texting jungwon asking if you were there. he answered truthfully, saying that he wanted her to figure it out with you so he was trying to help the most he could. so she drove over to his place.

standing in front of the door, daniela shifts her weight from one foot to the other anxiously, biting her lip in hopes that this would work. the door opens and jungwon is revealed, who smiles at her.

"hey, dani," he says. "she's in the guest room."

"thanks," daniela replies, walking past him when he opens the door wider for her.

approaching the guest room, daniela knocks on the door a few times, hearing you hum on the other end. she slowly opens the door, making you turn and see it was her. your expression hardens, and dani notices, knowing she's still in deep shit.

"hey," she says awkwardly, pulling the flowers from behind her back. "i got you these." she holds them out, looking at the ground.

you can't help the way your eyes soften at the tone in her voice, quiet and hesitant compared to the confident loudness you were used to. she looks like a kicked puppy staring at the ground, and you let out a short sigh before getting off the bed, walking over to her and taking the bouquet from her.

"i'm sorry for what i said," daniela mumbles. "i didn't mean to say it i just...i still think about it sometimes and i don't know why. i know you didn't do it to hurt me on purpose but sometimes i...i worry that you're going to leave once you realize i'm not the best for you."

her words shock you as she still stares at the ground, finally speaking the thoughts that had been eating her up inside. "dani..."

"i-i know i'm not the best," she quickly adds. "i know you can find someone who will treat you better like it's nothing. but i don't– i can't lose you. i love you so much, so fucking much, and it scares me so much when we fight because i know every time it's another tick gone and that eventually you'll get tired of me and leave. i don't want you to leave. we fight, we have our ups and downs, but you always stay. you always stay and i know one day y-you won't." daniela's voice cracks at the end, tears filling her eyes the longer she talks. "i'm sorry." a few tears fall.

carefully setting the flowers on the bed, you take another step towards her and cup her face in your hands, making her look at you finally. "it's okay," you tell her softly. "you're right, i always stay. i always stay because i love you. i wouldn't if i didn't. dani, i don't think you know that you are the best relationship i've had. all of the other ones ended like shit. you prove to me time and time again that even if you fuck up, you own up to it and you don't run away. i won't ever get tired of you, i promise." you wipe away the tears falling from her eyes. "i love you, and i love the flowers. you always know what to get me."

"i try," daniela responds quietly, nodding slightly.

"i know." you nod. "and i love that about you." you lean in, pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

parting from the kiss, daniela's arms snake around your waist and pull you close to her as she puts her face in the crook of your neck. "i love you," she murmurs against your skin.

"i love you too," you reply, petting her head gently.

[hearts4mica]

Darling never grow up

Imagine l Jon looking up to Batsis like an older sister and her reciprocating and Damian not liking sharing his sister.

Platonic! Jon Kent and batsis

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——————————————————————————— The first time Jon went to the Wayne Manor was after school. Alfred drove them home to “do a proyect” to hang out.

The first time Jon met you was in the kitchen where you were grabbing some ice cream.

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You felt someone watching you, so you turned around expecting that someone to be Damian cause that person was silent but when you turned around-

It was a small child well not that small- a short child around Damian’s age.

He looked at you. He had big blue eyes, he was staring directly into your soul. Just like those people with blue eyes do, he had a baby face.

You had never seen him in your whole life.

“Hello there uhm what is your name hun?” You ask curiously.

Was he another child Bruce adopted?

“Im Jon! Damian’s bff- ‘BFF’ means Best Friend Forever if case you didn’t know!” He said excitedly.

Wow. He was a really extroverted kid quite the opposite of Damian he reminded you somehow to Dick. Big blue eyes, extroverted- maybe being extroverted was a rule to have blue eyes?

In Jon’s side well he had never met you before. He didn’t even know that Damian had an older sister! He only knew his brothers.

You blink you didn’t know Damian had friends. Not in a mean way obviously but he always seemed so closed about this subject.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Jon. Are you perhaps looking for Damian?”

“Nope just looking for water!” He answered happily.

“Oh well let me help you then”.

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In that moment Jon decided that he was adopting you as his older sister.

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Some time after Jon flew home, you went into Damian’s room.

He was laying down on his bed reading some random book he probably stole from Jason.

“Soo?” you ask with a small smile on your face

“So what?” [name] be specific.” He says in a bored tone not taking his eyes off his book.

“You have a friend! Dami you listened to my advice! Im soo happy for you” you throw yourself onto his bed and hug him.

He sighs annoyedly and hugs you back. You knew he wasn’t annoyed tho. He loved you as much as you loved him

“It’s not a big deal-“ “Yes it is Dami! Now tell me everything!”

“You’re as annoying as Grayson when he found out”

“So everyone already knew but me?!- oh! my poor heart!”

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The next time Jon came over was for a sleepover.

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There was a knock on the door. You were the closest to the door so you went to open it.

There was Jon wearing his superman pajamas holding a small plushie and a blanket, you let him into the Manor and welcome him.

You tell him that Damian is currently showering so he decides to hang out with you in the meantime.

“So how’s school Jon?”

“It’s really good! And everyone is nice and teachers teach well and- lunch is well eateable i guess” he starts rambling but you don’t mind he somehow reminds you of your brothers

“Im glad you like school” “Yeah me too!”

“Jon what are you doing here?” Damian walks into the room wearing his themed pajamas Dick bought for him.

“Oh im just hanging out with [name]! Telling her sbout school and teachers and food and work an-“

“yeah okay we get it Jon let’s go we have things to do” Damian grabs Jon’s hand and drags him to his room

“Bye [name]!” He frantically waves his hand goodbye.

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“Your sister is really nice Damian! I really like her!”

“Mhm”

“Why didn’t you tell me like ever you had a sister! We could share sisters?!- i mean i don’t have one but yeah why don’t you share?”

“Share? What?- No.”

“No what?”

“I am not sharing my sister Jon.”

“Why not?!” Jon pouts

“She is my sister get one yourself!”

“Sharing is caring!”

“I don’t care for you”.

“So not true! We are BFF’s”

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The next time he comes over to the Wayne Manor he brings you a small gift

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“Hello [name]! I made this for you!” He gives you a small bracelet that said ‘Sis KW’.

“What does Sis KW mean Jon?”

“It mean Sister Kent Wayne!”

“Oh?- That’s really cute Jon! Did you make it yourself?”

“Yes i did” he says seeming really proud of his creation.

“Sister Kent Wayne?!” Damian grabs the bracelet “Jon! she is my sister! Not yours you idiot!

“Damian don’t be rude! I already have 4 brothers 1 more wouldn’t make a big difference!.” Grabs the bracelet back. “Its a nice gesture. Thank you Jon i’ll definitely wear it.”

Jon smiles “Thanks [name] you’re the best!.”

“Jon . A word.”

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“You can’t give my sister a bracelet! And even less one that says Sister Kent Wayne! And you dare to put the W of Wayne on the second place! After Kent?!”

“Why not? It’s not like it says [name] Kent! I added Wayne there!”

“Because she is not your sister!”

“Three words! IDC!”

“Those are letters!”

“IDC!”

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[astraeus-tree]

Chapter 4

『Everything Begins From There』

Disparities Between Our Souls You finally reunite with (some of) your family and ask them for help Disclaimer(s): N/A

Chapter 3 <- Chapter 4

Cass had arrived at the rooftop where Damian was at not even 30 minutes after she had said she would. The two had thoroughly inspected the house as best as they could from the distance they were at. Not much was revealed, it had looked almost the exact same as it did before you disappeared.

Hours had passed since your first appearance and when you had gone into the house, many theories about what happened to you were said but none had made sense. The two had stayed on the rooftop, even as they saw the sun peek through the horizon. Their patience was wearing thin, but if this waiting could lead to at least the smallest hint to what happened to you, then it would be worth it.

Finally, when the sun had fully risen, barely visible through the smog, out you came. You were not alone either, the other vigilante was at your side, carrying the rogue that Damian saw last night. They saw you nod at your partner before a silk-like substance come out of your wrist, using it like ropes to jump from one building to another.

Cass and Damian stealthily followed you around the city, utilising the skills they were taught in the League of Assassins. The route you took had been familiar to them, but they had disregarded the thought, focusing on not losing you to your speed instead. Yet, as mere minutes went by, and great distances were covered, they could ignore it no longer. Not when you had stopped in front of the Wayne Manor, their home.

Your home.

You felt your heart beat in your chest and your mind race as you swung through the streets of Gotham. You moved through alleyways that you knew were always empty of thugs. Every once in a while, you would swing high enough to see the city, and every time, you would make sure to take in the scenery. The view of Gotham would never fail to calm your nerves, even with all the pain it had caused you.

As you crossed the Robert Kane Memorial Bridge, you knew there was no turning back. The manor made its way into your sight not long after. You didn’t know if you felt relief or dread, or maybe even both. You wanted so badly to turn around and go back to your aunt’s house, but you had no other choice.

You easily jumped over the fence and walked up the stairs to the door. Just like at your aunt’s place, you had hesitated to knock on the door, but one look at your husband was all that you needed to steel your nerves. Alfred had opened it almost instantaneously, something inside you was telling you that he had been expecting you. You were right of course, he had been waiting since he first heard of your appearance last night.

“Master [Name]. Welcome back.” You weren’t surprised to know that even through the mask, he knew it was you. That’s just how he always was.

“Hi Alfred. How are you?” You asked him, attempting to not make this reunion any more awkward that it has to be.

“I have been well. Please enter, master [Name].” The gap between the double doors widened and he bowed down as you entered. You quickly thanked him as you walk inside. “Please follow me into the cave. I’m sure you have plenty to say.” You nodded, your footsteps echoing as the three of you walked down the hallway and into the Batcave.

The Batcave thankfully had an area that held many cells, and that’s where Miguel had put the anomaly. Had it been a normal cell, you wouldn’t had trusted to put him there, but this was your family and you knew their security was top notch.

In another area, sectioned away from the basically-prison area and the main, a couch was set, a coffee table in front of it and TV across from it. You didn’t remember this room, but you knew time inevitably changes things, and this was one of them. You sat on the couch, Miguel sitting beside you, silently taking in his surroundings.

Alfred offered both of you tea, which you had gladly taken up and you husband cautiously accepting. You were thankful for the silence, it gave you time to collect your thoughts, to think about what you wanted and what you should say.

This peace did not last for though. Three familiar figures had barged into the room, and from their frazzled looks, you could tell they had ran. It was your siblings—or at least some of them. Questions and statements had rushed out of their mouths, a cacophony of voices filling the room. It was safe to say, you were overwhelmed. You were thankful when Alfred silenced them, pointing out how panicked you had looked.

“I’ll answer your questions later. I just want to know, where’s everyone else, especially Bruce?” You asked them.

“The other’s are busy right now, they said they’ll come when they finish what they need to. B is on a mission with the JL.” Cass replied. You inwardly sighed, a part of you had hoped B would be here so you could see his reaction, but perhaps this was for the best.

“Alright. Ok. That’s fine.” You muttered under your breath, your disappointment was immeasurable, but you knew you should’ve known better. After all, you had arrived here out of no where. Even if they hadn’t neglected you, dropping everything and coming back to the manor in such short notice was an almost impossible task. Miguel clasped your hand is his, silently comforting you. That was when Tim spoke up.

“Who is this man with you? Oracle and I have scoured everywhere for anything but nothing.” Of course your family’s first words to you would be an interrogation.

“He’s my husband.” You state plainly.

“And why is there no records of this conjugation?”

“Because it didn’t happen in this universe.”

The silence was loud. Just those few words had explained everything. The family was no stranger to multiverse problems, so it was almost astounding how this realisation had never been made until now. Until you were the one that was saying it to them.

“So why return now? It seems like you’ve already made a life for yourself in this other universe, so why throw it away to come back here?” Damian questions, and for once, his voice isn’t filled with contempt at you.

“We don’t even want to be in this universe. Hell, it’s detrimental for us to even stay here for too long—well not for me but for Miguel and the anomaly.”

“Anomaly?” They all asked, in sync.

“A being that doesn’t belong in this universe.” Miguel had spoken up. You let him continue his explanation of the multiverse and the anomalies, with him being more verse in the topic than you were. Once again, they were quiet at the end of his talk, processing the info dump they had just received.

“Ok… Enough with that though. Have you been well in the past years? Are you going to leave me again?” Cass spoke up. You were taken aback by her words. You didn’t expect for someone in the family to actually question your wellbeing.

“I’ve been doing great. As for the second question, that’s the reason why we’re here actually. We need your help fixing our gizmos so we can go back to our universe. We tried earlier but no results came out of it, so we’re hoping you guys could help us.” You could see Cass’ face drop, you were leaving her again, and this time, voluntarily.

“What do we get out of this?” Tim questioned.

“More knowledge of the universe and gadgets that could help you travel it, if you wanted to.” They all had contemplative looks on their faces, and you knew they were all debating on if this was a worthy deal or not.

“I believe we should help master [Name].” Alfred spoke up. You were grateful, this was probably the one factor that they needed to make their final decision, Alfred’s approval. The three of them nodded, yet you could tell Cass and Damian’s were hesitant. You stood up from the couch, and so did Miguel.

“Great. Let’s get started then.”

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This chapter is kind of a filler chapter, so I apologise for that guys

I lowkey got addicted to binary puzzles when I was writing this and that's why it took so long lmao

Also, a little rant but oml my physics teacher actually makes me hate the subject so much, which is so sad cuz we're doing a cool topic this term, which is nuclear physics

Anyways, mistakes are free to point out and will be fixed immediately

This week's title doesn't come from the lyrics of a song, but does come from an MV! Wiege recently released on Valentines and I felt I had to include it somehow

Have a nice day/night everybody <3

Also the next chapter of DBOS will be delayed since it is the week of my birthday!! Yippee

[rieamena]

operation dasher ꩜

doordasher!takuma and cosplayer!reader

word count: 1.1k

riea's comments: i might make this something long running with spontaneous additions so we don't get another full throttle (sorry about that one....)

you order in one evening because all the leftovers were done due to an impromptu visit from your nephews and nieces and with so much to do, you simply didn't feel like cooking anything (or had the time to). you had to finish your makeup, put on the costume, record and edit a video, and the list goes on and on. so yeah, no way you're cooking. yes, your heart did shatter a bit seeing the price but cravings were cravings and cravings need to be satisfied! 

with haste, you started on your to-do list and just when you were finished putting on your outfit, a notification pinged on your phone and the doorbell rang. speed walking to the door, you yelled out a coming! before they could ring it again. unlocking the door, you greeted your dasher. it was a guy who looked about your age, maybe a little older, so you guessed 22 or so, with brown hair peeking out of his black beanie that went with his all black outfit. you two stared at each other for a while, making you wonder what was wrong. until you remembered what part of the to-do list you were on just before you came to the door. 

"oh! s-sorry!" you scrambled to cover yourself with something anything, but to no avail. not even a blanket was near enough. he chuckled, looking you up and down before speaking,

"saiki, right? the character you're dressed up as?" the man in all black handed you the bag after taking a picture of it

"oh, yeah, haha..." you forcibly laughed, embarrassed due to your appearance at the moment (and the fact that your dasher was so...... let's not finish that thought.)

"cool! my little sister cosplays too. for the last con we went to, she cosplayed as sakura kinomoto and she made me sakura's older brother, toya."

you physically felt the air get lighter with his confession, "aww thats cute. does she have any socials where i can see?"

not missing a beat, he navigates to his sister's tiktok account and flips the screen to face you. typing the username in, you found her account and was shocked at how intricate her outfits were

"does she... make this all herself?" you asked, gasping with every scroll

the man wore a proud smile as he recalls the dedication of his sister. "yeah, she spends weeks, usually months, planning and making every little thing for her cosplays. it's tiring but she loves it!"

"my god... this is insane..." it was impossible to think twice when hitting the follow button. she was amazing, like simply incredible

"maybe you'll get to see one of her cosplays in person soon," he smiled, adding a second later,

"and maybe i'll get to see you again."

with that, he winked and jogged back to his car, driving away within seconds, leaving you frozen at your front door

"yeah... maybe."

you stood at the door, still holding the takeout bag in one hand, heart pounding in your chest. what was that? what the hell was that??!?! the thought replayed over and over again in your head as you slowly closed the door behind you. his wink had been so casual, like he did it all the time, but the way it affected you was anything but. not that it affected you though. cause it definitely didn't. like no, there wasn't a flutter in your heart when his eyes glistened and twinkled under the glow of the setting sun. no, you didn't feel anything throb or your knees buckle when you felt his eyes drag across your frame. no, you didn't— just no!

you leaned against the door for a moment, replaying the brief interaction in your head. his sister's cosplays, his smile as he talked about her, and the way he knew who you were cosplaying as without hesitation. it wasn't every day someone recognized saiki on the spot, let alone complimented your look without a hint of awkwardness. and, well, the guy was cute. very cute. society would say he's conventionally attractive but to you… there's just something else about him that makes you wanna— woah. that's too much to get into right now

after a few more moments of contemplation, you finally peeled yourself away from the door and made your way to the kitchen. the takeout container was warm in your hands, a comfort you didn't know you needed after the hectic day you'd had. setting it down on the counter, you opened the bag to reveal your meal, taking in the scent with a content sigh. maybe tonight wasn't so bad after all

as you plated your food and prepared to settle in for the night, your phone buzzed. you picked it up, expecting another reminder about your to-do list, but instead saw a notification from tiktok: [inodaisies] followed you back

your lips curled into a smile. it was his sister. she'd followed you almost immediately. not only that, but there was a new comment under one of her cosplay posts: "hope you two meet at the next con! :)"

you blinked. had he gone and told his sister about you already? the thought made your stomach flip, and not in a bad way. you scrolled through a few more of her videos, impressed yet again by her level of craftsmanship. the girl was seriously talented

and then another thought hit you

maybe you would run into him again. the con scene was big, but it wasn't that big. it was entirely possible your paths could cross if you kept attending. and judging by the way he'd spoken to you, he probably wouldn't mind seeing you either

"get it together," you muttered to yourself, shaking your head with a self-deprecating smile. you weren't the type to get swept up in a random interaction like this, but tonight had definitely thrown you for a loop, and damn you didn't mind it at all. dare i say, you even enjoyed it. oh, you definitely enjoyed it

you unlocked your phone to send a text to your friends. you told them about everything, a small interaction like this could blow up into full scale delusion, and god you needed that right now

my dasher is so hot

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the girl who i just dashed to was so pretty

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One of the cats my parents had when I was really little was the same way about ice cream. He could tell the difference between the sound of ice cream being taken out of the freezer and anything else. When he did, he'd come running, doesn't matter where in the house he was.

And my baby boy Larry was OBSESSED with yogurt. He also had an excellent way of getting me out of bed when he wanted breakfast, which was to crash around loudly on my desk. He knew it was one of the few places he wasn't supposed to be, and that eventually I would get up to chase him off so he didn't a pin in his foot from one of my sewing projects.

I must stress it was LOUD when he did this, because once I woke up in the middle of the night to hear a little 'tick tick tick tick tick' sound. I lay there thinking, "what on earth is that? Surely it can't be the cats they're always loud when they get in trouble, especially Larry." But I pulled my bed curtain aside to check anyway, and sure enough, just barely illuminated by the faint orange filtering through the blinds from the streetlight outside, there was a dark shape crouched on my desk.

His head was buried up to the ears in the yogurt cup I'd left on my desk after my nighttime snack, and every time he licked it the spoon would tap ever so lightly against the screen of my drawing tablet. I sat there for a moment it groggy confusion, cause if that little 'tick tick tick tick tick' was enough to wake me, then SURELY I would have heard him knocking everything on the desk over to get there right?

That was the moment I realized he was being loud on purpose all the other times to annoy me out of bed so I'd fix him breakfast, even though he always had a free-feed toy with dry food in it he could bat around for snacks (my other car was rescued from a hoarding situation, so if food wasn't always avaliable she'd eat so fast at meals she'd throw up and start losing weight. It took us forever to figure out a set up where she wouldn't lose any and Larry wouldn't overeat and gain too much). Bastard.

This is the face of a beast who'd stare through your soul while you ate yogurt, licking his silly little chops the whole time. You couldn't look away from your yogurt for a split second or he'd have his face in it.

have you ever had a cat who, for some reason, was really obsessed with a specific human food???

my old roommate’s cat was Such a fan of anything crunchy. if you dropped a piece of cereal she’d be on it immediately, and she would steal chips sometimes! ive never met a cat who was so into crunchy human food,,, did she think it was kibble due to the crunch? was she just a fan of chomping on something crunchy? so many questions

Chloe loved human food in general but she was RELENTLESS about ice cream. No idea why, but she would knock over garbage cans to get at an empty ice cream container or milkshake container.

Kenny is awful when it comes to frozen pizzas. My sister used to always give him a little piece of the frozen cheese and he’s insistent we continue that tradition

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Aiming For Her

This is my first Gladiator imagine for General Acacius x reader, I hope you will all like it. Inspired by a lovely anon asking for some protective Acacius imagines.

Please let me know what you think.

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Summary: When Acacius comes back from war, there are games held in his honour. But when he and his wife attend the games, a gladiator with a vendetta tries to harm (Y/n).

Enjoy.

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"We don't have to go."

"The games are held in honour of Rome… of you. I dare say your absence would be noticed." (Y/n) arched a brow as she looked across the room towards her husband.

She could see the unease hiding within those dark eyes that could never quite mask his emotions no matter how hard he practised and tried.

The General wasn't always one for games, especially when the sport always involved death. He could kill in battle, he could maim and attack and bring an unholy amount of death because it was for the glory of Rome and for his people. But seeing his own people attack each other for sport, for the thrill of others, it was something Acacius couldn't abide by.

He didn't want to go to the colosseum and witness the games, he would rather remain here in their home, where he had been absent for almost four months. While he and his army had been on a voyage to secure more territory in the name of Rome and its Emperors.

"You think so?" Acacius's voice was quiet and held a little humour as he managed a smile.

Something warm flashed across his face when he turned in his wife's direction and he watched as she reached one hand out for him. Her other hand pressed down into the mattress, propping herself up so she didn't fall flat on her back on the bed. Although she looked like she was about to lie down with how reclined she was at an angle.

Her fingers twitched and danced through the air like she was casting some kind of spell, beckoning him over to her. He obliged within an instant and crossed the room to take her hand and sit down beside her on the bed.

A genuine smile pulled at his lips when (Y/n) entwined their fingers together. He loved the way she rested her cheek on his shoulder and pulled his hand to rest on her lap.

"The Emperors want you there to celebrate." (Y/n) began gliding her thumb across the back of Acacius's hand while her feet softly tapped against the marbled floor.

She knew both Emperors would want Acacius to be at the colosseum all week for the games. They would want him there to show support, to be a united front and show the people that this was indeed a cause and time for celebration. If Acacius wasn't there, the people of Rome might think something was amiss or that he didn't revel in their victories. His presence was required, no matter how uneasy it might make him feel.

A sigh parted past his lips as he turned his head to the right and smothered his lips in the top of her hair.

"Then we must attend." He didn't sound pleased and (Y/n) grinned knowingly while she squeezed his hand. "How are you feeling?"

(Y/n)'s teeth sank down into her lower lip, obscuring her smile as she sucked in a deep breath when she felt Acacius move their entwined hands so the back of his fingers and knuckles brushed over her stomach. She watched his movements for a moment as his hand moved across her stomach, ruffling her dress. A dress which (Y/n) had needed the threads loosening on and the belt removed to make room for her growing bump.

"Oh no, you're not using me as you're excuse not to attend. We're just fine."

She could feel him groaning into her hair as his other hand moved around to cup the back of her neck and he reeled her in closer into his embrace.

(Y/n) knew what had crossed his mind. If she said she wasn't feeling well or didn't feel like attending the games, then Acacius wouldn't attend either and he would have the perfect excuse not to attend. No one would deny him if he said he needed to stay and attend to his pregnant wife rather than watch the games at the colosseum.

But (Y/n) felt well in herself, her health was just so and she wouldn't enrage the Emperors or disturb the people of Rome. And she certainly wouldn't be the excuse her husband used to get out of official duties.

"You know me so well." Acacius murmured into her hair before he leaned back just enough so that he could move both hands to her stomach. His fingers roamed her curves and that charming smile pulled at his lips as his eyes creased when he looked down at her.

Sometimes it still surprised (Y/n) how Acacius would look at her like she was a Goddess amongst mortals. He stared at her like she was the only beauty in Rome, and she hoped he would never stop looking at her like that.

"As I should." (Y/n) whispered before she closed the space between them and kissed his lips. Her arm curved around the back of his neck and her fingers toyed with the collar of his robe and brushed against the short hairs at the base of his head, causing him to shiver against her.

Perhaps he didn't want to attend the gladiator games, but at least he would be in the company of his wife.

After being parted from her for near on four months, Acacius was finally back in her company and he would go anywhere and endure anything if it meant being back by her side again.

(Y/n) did her best to form a calming smile while she discretely took a step to the right until she was pressed flush up against Acacius's side. Her right hand was looped through his elbow and her other hand stretched across her front to grip his forearm as if she thought he might just walk away and leave her here.

Her cheek pressed against his arm, feeling the smooth silk of his crystal white robe drag along her skin which contrasted to the cold metal of his golden armour.

It was soothing to feel Acacius's hand overlap hers and his elbow tightened, pinning her arm into his side to silently reassure her. They would endure these games together and as soon as politely possible, they would excuse themselves when the games were finished and retreat home.

When Acacius motioned his hand to the two seats on his right, (Y/n) felt a large wave of relief wash over her.

It was always curteous and righteous for everyone to sit below or behind the Emperors. They were the highest authority in Rome, after all. And (Y/n) was glad to be sat behind them both right now as it meant she and Acacius weren't at the front of the royal box in the colosseum. It allowed them to sit and behold the games without feeling like they were spectacles themselves or that they too were being observed and watched.

(Y/n) never liked people paying any attention to her, not unless it was Acacius.

She felt Acacius's arm slip from her hold so his hand could move to the small of her back. And his other hand moved to take her hand so he was holding onto her as they both sat down.

Once they were sat down, (Y/n) smoothed her hands along her pale golden dress that fanned out towards her ankles and hung on her shoulders with thin straps and golden hoops. She pulled at the crinkles and ruffles, patting them down and making sure the material wasn't bunched around her stomach that seemed to get in the way of most things these days. Less than two months, and her growing size wouldn't be a problem anymore. There would be a baby in her arms to show for her ever changing shape over these last seven months.

Her eyes seemed to cast around the entire colosseum as if she were looking for threats or for anyone who might be watching them and paying them any attention.

She couldn't help but try to adjust her dress again, becoming nervous made (Y/n) find things to fiddle with and straighten out. An old habit she gained from her mother who imposed on her the need to 'always look your best.'

Her fingers hooked into the strap on her shoulder but she felt her husband's hand curl around hers and bring her hand to rest on his lap before she had chance to start straightening the straps. He knew what she was doing.

Acacius leaned to his left and hovered his lips near (Y/n)'s ear, close enough to whisper "You look lovely." and ensure that no one else heard.

She didn't need to fiddle with her dress or try and pull up the straps to adjust the length and position of the fabric. The dress was cut rather daringly over her chest and cleavage but not so much that anyone would think it was inappropriate. (Y/n) didn't have to worry.

(Y/n) nodded and leaned over to press a soft kiss to his cheek which seemed to ignite his smile and make him relax. His head and body inclined to the left towards his wife; he would always gravitate towards her.

Acacius could well indeed get through the games today if (Y/n) was glued to his side like this. He could let his mind wander and ignore the games and focus on the woman sat beside him who seemed to cloud every one of Acacius's senses.

A smile flooded his lips when (Y/n) tangled her hand with his and her head leant on his shoulder as she cosied up into his side.

When the crowd roared as the first announcement bellowed out, (Y/n) tried to cast her eyes back down to the arena and try to focus, but it was hard. It was hard to focus when she wasn't entertained by these events and she didn't wish to see people maiming and murdering one another in the name of sport. In the name of Rome.

She could see that her husband wasn't truly entertained by the events either. The look on Acacius's face was plain and unmoving and if any of the gladiators happened to look at him for approval or encouragement, they would be highly disappointed.

"You might at least try to look amused," (Y/n) dug her chin into his shoulder so she could look up at him, taking in the profile of his face and those hardened features that looked as if they were carved from marble.

She watched the way his lips curved up at one side just enough to show her a smile, but to the rest of the audience in the colosseum, he would still look blank and stoic. Acacius cast his eyes down towards his wife while he gave her hand a squeeze.

It was hard to pretend these games were entertaining or that he thought they should be rejoicing when it didn't feel like a victory. The amount of lives they had taken and the amount of men in his troop which he had lost made Acacius feel like the land they had acquired in the name of Rome wasn't truly worth it. How could they truly celebrate when hundreds of men in their troops were no longer here?

Acacius would celebrate if this victory would have been enough for the two Emperors. If they had been satisfied and weren't already planning another campaign then Acacius would have given in and let himself bask in the victory they were so proud of.

"I'll smile when it's over." He muttered against her temple where his lips rested for a while. He would look more amused when they could leave and he could take (Y/n) back home.

(Y/n) hummed, smiling at his words as she went back to resting her cheek on his shoulder, leaning into him as much as she could with the arm rests of their chairs being in the way. She kept her right hand entwined with Acacius's while her other hand began tracing the various scars marring his tanned arm. It gave her something to focus on rather than the games which were now taking place before them.

"The gladiators, and their barbarian leader."

(Y/n) felt the way her husband tensed beside her when the announcement was made. She cast her eyes back up to him and sat up straight in her chair when Acacius leant forward. His right hand gripped the arm of his chair and his brows narrowed as he inclined to try and see the boat that was sailing into the arena.

Acacius wanted to watch the inferior ship sail out into the centre of the colosseum that had been flooded with salt water and filled with the deadliest of sea animals. He wanted to see if the barbarian was the one who he had seen when he seized the latest colony. If it was the same man who had stared at him like the plague when Acacius and his men had broken through the walls surrounding their city.

"What is it?" (Y/n) knew that look in his eyes, she knew that concentration and slight unease that was written across his face.

"We took that one prisoner and brought him back… he's smart, knows how to survive."

"And you don't trust him." It was more of a statement than a question as (Y/n) turned her head back to try and figure out which one her husband was referring to. It didn't take long to find him.

It was hard to miss the one the rest of the gladiators were looking up to, the one they were waiting to take orders from. The one with the brown, torn robes that looked more like a sac than any proper clothing material. (Y/n) wondered if he bared his teeth if they would be filed down and razor sharp. The gladiators who did that always made (Y/n) uneasy.

It took a lot of time and strength to chomp filed teeth like that into flesh and tear it apart. It was ungodly and unnaturally gruesome.

"I wouldn't trust any of them, but there's something about that one. He's trouble." Acacius dragged his free hand along his lips and down across his beard as he tried to relax and lean back in his seat again.

His eyes cast over to his wife when she began tracing her hand up and down his arm, something she often did to calm him down and make him feel at ease. He loved how much of a Goddess she looked when she tilted her chin high and inclined her head towards him with her eyes fully focused on the two ships sailing in the arena.

"I wouldn't trust him. A smart survivor like that, you never know what they've done to stay alive."

Acacius found himself muttering "Indeed," as he nodded at her words which were very true and to the point. He had no idea what that barbarian had done in his life or what he was willing to do in order to get through these games and keep his life. And if he had an ulterior motive, that would make him doubly dangerous.

When the game officially began, (Y/n) leaned forward a little to watch the entrance.

She found herself observing the colour of the water more than the ships that were slowly turning to face one another. But when she turned to look to her right, staring at her husband felt more compelling than staring at the water which was undoubtedly going to be tainted crimson at any given moment.

Of course gold was the colour of royalty and while that was what both the Emperors were wearing, no one else in this viewing box should be wearing too much of that same colour. But seeing Acacius wearing pure white with only streaks of gold and silver threaded through, it made (Y/n) think that her husband looked more regal than the rest of them.

His robes were white and glistened in the midday sun and the armour over the top of his robes was as white and pure as crystals. The embellishments and creatures in the centre of his armour were glistening in pale gold that verged on silver unless the sun was shining directly onto his armour. And the thread and tassels on his cape that sat loose on his shoulders was pale yellow like daffodils in the spring.

(Y/n) wasn't sure how anyone could look at the Emperors when her General was sat right beside her like a beacon.

The roaring of the crowds brought (Y/n) out of her thoughts and made her sink back in her seat. She didn't slouch or shuffle down, it wouldn't do her any good to give off an uninterested look or seem rude. She was wife to a General, looks had to be maintained. She kept her posture but still leaned towards the right so she was pressing against Acacius's side.

Her eyes trailed along the arena but when she realised why the crowds were uproaring and cheering, her lips curled and a disgruntled look passed over her features which turned away from the arena and in Acacius's direction instead.

"How horrific," She murmured in distaste, refusing to look towards the water which, as she had anticipated, was now tainted with blood.

The beautiful sapphire blue was now plagued with red that was tinged black and made her stomach churn. (Y/n) didn't want to look and see the creatures that were devouring a poor man that had been launched off the side of one of the boats. And she certainly didn't want to see any floating remains or broken pieces of bone or ripped chunks of flesh bobbing in the water.

Her gaze constantly switched between the scene and her surroundings, trying to find different ways to amuse and occupy herself to distract from the massacre. (Y/n) knew when they eventually got back home, her head would be splitting from the noise that seemed to echo around the colosseum. She didn't know how Acacius and the Emperors could endure such noise like this and such pandemonium on a larger, more frequent scale like they did.

When the inferior gladiator ship crashed into their rivalling ship, (Y/n) quickly looked back down towards the arena.

The breaking of wood and the groaning and creaking was enough to shake the walls of the colosseum and the roars of men falling into the clutches of sharks and becoming snagged on barbaric teeth made (Y/n) shiver. She tried to steel her expression and hold herself steady when she wanted to shake and wince at the sight and sounds.

After a while, the atmosphere became one and the same and (Y/n) did her best to drown it out. Every now and then her hand tightened around Acacius's and her eyes were mainly watching him rather than the arena, not that he minded at all. Acacius found it endearing.

He liked how he was like a muse to his wife, how she preferred to watch him than the massacre down in the arena. He could feel the love burning through her gaze and onto him and it made a warmth spread through his bones.

When he tore his eyes away from the arena that closely resembled Acacius's everyday sights when he was away at war, he looked towards his wife.

Her eyes were cast down to their entwined hands, although she looked like she was far away in her mind. But Acacius smiled when he noticed her other hand was now dragging along her stomach. She wasn't smoothing out the creases anymore like she had been earlier, she was simply tracing her stomach like she was trying to soothe or connect to the baby. And it made Acacius's heart soar.

Both their eyes glanced ahead of them when they heard the Emperor Caracalla eagerly bidding the warriors on. His fist smashed down into the arm rest which (Y/n) was sure caused the goblet in his other hand to shake and cause wine to dribble along his hand, not that he seemed to care. He was too caught up in the fight to notice anything else.

(Y/n) couldn't understand how anyone, whether it be the Emperors themselves or the crowds in the colosseum, could eagerly want such carnage and gore. The people of Rome seemed to love the sight and the rage laid out before them, whereas it was pointless and silly to (Y/n). Fighting was one thing, but to fight to the death for nothing more than sport simply seemed like a waste.

And she knew her husband felt the same. Acacius had to watch his men die when they went to war in the name of Rome and its Emperors. To then see people murdering each other like this without cause or justification, it was an insult.

When the ships were merged into one mass of broken wood and water and fighting men blurring together, Acacius tightened his hand around (Y/n)'s.

He couldn't help the way he leaned forward and his brows furrowed as he stared down at the gladiators. They seemed to be getting too rowdy. Too close to the edges of the arena and with the elevated water levels, they were too close to the audience. To the Emperors. They were getting out of control.

Acacius didn't like this, something didn't feel right about this situation.

An arrow shot through the air.

The noise of the crowds drowned out the sound of the arrow cutting through the atmosphere like a whip. (Y/n) barely recognised what it was that she saw out the corner of her eye; a flash of silver, something glistening in the bright midday sun like a beacon.

But when it hit her chair and sent the wood trembling, (Y/n)'s head whipped to the left to see what it was.

A violent scream tore past (Y/n)'s lips and her hand yanked out of Acacius's grip as she bolted up from her seat.

"What? Love, what-" Acacius stretched his hand out and grabbed (Y/n)'s arm before she could step away as his eyes followed her, frantically trying to assess what was wrong.

She had jerked out of her seat and pulled away from him without a word and her scream had pierced through Acacius's heart and sent him shivering. He was trembling and his heart was pounding against his chest before he even knew what had spooked his wife.

But when Acacius looked to the left, his nose scrunched up and his lips curled into a sinister snarl.

One of those barbarians had shot an arrow- which had almost hit her. Less than a foot higher and that arrow would have been in range of her head. One inch to the side and his wife would have been killed.

He bolted to his feet just as both Emperors stood up, unsure what to do as the gladiators continued to fight and get closer and closer to the edge of the arena. And he heard Emperor Geta shouting and raging "Pretorians!" while Emperor Caracalla launched his goblet down into the scene as if it would help or prevent them from trying that stunt again.

Acacius found his grip on his wife's arm tightening until he must have been hurting her and cutting off her circulation, but he couldn't let go. He couldn't do anything but grip and pull her arm to get her beside him rather than stood in front of him like she was.

Her body was trembling and a sheen of sweat glistened on her skin as her panicked eyes flitted about the arena to try and decipher who aimed that arrow and if they were about to do it again.

But as (Y/n) tried to find the one responsible, she realised she couldn't really see the gladiators properly, or at all. Not with how fuzzy her head was starting to feel and the adrenaline coursing through her veins was making her vision blur. The only thing her eyes could focus on was the sandals on her feet when her head tilted down to try and prevent the lightheaded feeling from overtaking her.

"Enough!"

"Get them caged!"

Acacius narrowed his eyes as he stepped forward to try and look through the wreckage of ships to see the gladiators. He had a sickening, twisting feeling in his gut that he knew which gladiator had taken that faithful shot. The one who had been lucky enough and smart enough to make it this far with his life.

Their eyes met. Acacius's gaze interlocked with that one younger gladiator who had so much hatred and malice in his eyes that he looked like an inferno. His lips were quirked into a sickening smile as he stood on the edge of the ship, braced near the wall with hunched shoulders and a heaving chest.

He looked away. Acacius tried to control his breathing and focus on his wife who looked like she was going into a trance. But he just happened to look back down to the arena. He wasn't sure why, it could have been intuition or simply paranoia.

But the moment Acacius looked back down to the arena, his body turned cold and rigid and a strangled sound gurgled at the back of his throat.

The gladiator was poised with another arrow.

"Get down!"

Terror ransacked (Y/n)'s system when her husband's hand left her arm and instead deadlocked at the base of her neck. She felt his other arm grappling for her waist but before she knew what he was doing, he lunged forward, pushing her until her balance was lost and she toppled down to her knees.

Her knees crashed into the stone floor and sent shockwaves pulsing through her blood and she gasped for any bubble of air that she could gain.

(Y/n)'s left hand splayed out against the back of Emperor Caracalla's chair but her right hand stabilised against Acacius's thigh. Every part of her began to shake and when her vision blurred she felt like she had no choice but to snap her eyes tightly closed.

Her chin tucked down into her chest as the back of her neck ached from where Acacius had tried to push her down in haste. His hand was still pressing down on her neck, but not nearly as harshly and powerfully as when he ushered her to the ground.

She could feel his other hand which had found purchase on her arm but it was the feeling of his armour pressing into her back that started to ground (Y/n) more than anything else.

He was curled around her. He was becoming a suit of armour for her. He was protecting her.

The feeling of each harsh breath Acacius took fanned against (Y/n)'s shoulder and she tried her best to copy his pattern of breathing, but it wasn't working very well. She couldn't get herself to breathe when her body felt like it was shutting down and becoming overrought with panic.

It took all of Acacius's strength and willpower to be able to turn his head to look behind them.

Another arrow. This time, lodged into the centre of the chair (Y/n) had previously been occupying.

That gladiator had been aiming for her; both times.

What had Acacius done? What crime or action did he commit against that Gladiator to warrant this? Was this revenge for Acacius taking him and the other men as prisoners of war? Was this his way of retaliation and seeking action because he had been bested in his home town and couldn't defend it?

Acacius didn't know that gladiator, he only recognised him as a face which had been taken as prisoner and not killed. He had been spared when the city was surrendered, that gladiator could just have easily have been killed. Granted, Acacius's actions had led to him being put in the arena, but that wasn't by choice. Acacius hadn't chosen for him to be a gladiator and put in the arena, he hadn't caused any of this.

And why not just kill Acacius if that was the case? Why create such torment and anguish as to try and murder his wife instead?

"Are you okay? Love, love talk to me."

(Y/n) couldn't speak, she didn't feel like she had enough control or any words to come up with something to say.

She tried to focus on Acacius's movements when his hand left the back of her neck in favour of pressing against the small of her back. And his other hand reached over to squeeze her thigh, gripping tight like he wanted to pierce through the flesh.

Her trembling hands both deadlocked around his wrist that was resting against her thigh and she managed to crane her head to the right to look up at him. But she couldn't see him through the tears beginning to stream down her face. Bells were ringing in her ears. Her body was trembling like an invisible force was rocking her back and forth. Her skin had gone cold and clammy and she could feel her dress sticking to her skin with sweat.

In almost every sense of the word, (Y/n) was not okay; but at least she wasn't skewered on an arrow.

Lifting his head, Acacius took a look around. Both Emperors had moved towards the corner of the viewing box where guards were now rushing towards them to make sure they were both alright and unharmed. Lucilla and her husband who had been on the other side of the box had both been ushered out as they were closest to the doors.

Acacius looked down towards the arena. Clearly filling the arena with water made it troublesome to get the gladiators back into their cells underground and keep them all in line and in control. But most of them were either being grabbed, shackled and ushered onto a boat controlled by guards. And some were taking the risk of jumping into the water where they would most definitely be maimed by whatever creatures were swarming beneath the water.

It looked safe enough to get up now, to usher his wife out of here and get her back to some sense of safety.

When Acacius locked eyes with one of the guards, he moved his hand from (Y/n) to wave towards the doors. "Get the Emperors out." He hissed in such a gruff tone of voice that the guards visibly trembled. It seemed the most basic and obvious thing to do yet they hadn't done it yet.

"We need to leave now." His words were oddly soft when he whispered them against the shell of (Y/n)'s ear.

Both his hands moved to grip either side of her waist and he tried to pull (Y/n) up along with him, ushering her to move rather than to stay curled up here. He had a feeling that if he didn't move her or quite possibly drag her, she would stay here for an eternity.

Once they were both up on their feet again, Acacius watched with a growing sense of panic as his wife started to tremble. Her hands shakily latched themselves around Acacius's forearm when his right arm bound over her waist. While his left arm secured around her back and his hand found purchase on her hip, pulling her against his chest in case she felt unstable or like she wouldn't be able to walk out of here in one piece.

A quiet mewl left (Y/n)'s lips and tears began to streak down her face when Acacius practically dragged her out and into the secluded halls of the colosseum. Her fingers scratched down into his exposed forearm and her head dropped onto his shoulder. She hated how much she was leaning into him and how he was holding her weight up for her.

She was barely moving her legs at all, her feet were shuffling against the dusty stone floor as Acacius powered down the hall, steering her along with him like she weighed nothing more than a feather.

"It's okay, you're okay my love." Each word was whispered in a rush against the side of her temple and (Y/n) tried to focus on those words and that feeling.

The feeling of his lips against her burning skin, the sensation of his beard tickling her otherwise clammy, numb skin. And the feeling of each breath he took which caused his armour to press into her back and arm as his arms tightened around her and his fingers almost punctured into her hip.

There was an internal debate inside Acacius about whether to go back to the palace with the Emperors or go home. He knew which his heart was telling him to do and which would be better for (Y/n). Going home would be better. But when he looked ahead as they exited the colosseum, it seemed the choice had been made for him.

The carriage waiting to take the Emperors both back to the palace still had the door wide open. They were waiting for them.

Well, the safest place to be after something like this was at a palace where there were guards on every floor, on every door, watching every person who walked the halls.

And he could tell that (Y/n) didn't register where they were going or indeed what they were doing. The moment they were sat in the carriage, (Y/n)'s eyes fell closed and her head flopped onto Acacius's shoulder like all the energy and life had been drained from her.

The ride to the palace was silent and uncomfortable. The only sound was each of their laboured breaths and the odd huff here and there.

Acacius kept his lips pressed against (Y/n)'s temple, his body turned to the left to he facing her which also allowed his eyes to focus out the window behind her. Watching the passing scenery stopped Acacius from going mad, from wanting to turn the carriage around and go find that gladiator who thought he had the right to harm (Y/n) like that.

His hand moved to cup the back of (Y/n)'s neck and he was relieved when he felt her hand reach up to grip his wrist. Other than that touch, she barely moved at all and it was worrying Acacius to no end.

(Y/n) didn't feel like she had the ability to move when the carriage finally stopped. She was glad when both the Emperors stormed out of the carriage, followed by a procession of guards who were ready and waiting to escort them.

The moment they were gone, (Y/n) let go of Acacius's wrist in favour of looping her arm around his neck to bind herself to him. Her face smothered against his neck and she leaned in closer until she was pressed up into his chest.

"Do you feel alright?" Acacius knew he was asking a variant of the same question over and over, but she hadn't given him an answer any of the times he'd asked.

Both arrows missing (Y/n) didn't mean a thing when she was clearly in distress and could very well be unwell or suddenly overcome with illness and shock.

(Y/n) didn't want to answer, partly because she felt numb and partly because she didn't want to say she felt unwell when she hadn't technically been hurt. She could have ended up a lot worse, she could have an arrow through the heart or her head or her arm.

Not to mention the fact that if the arrow had gone anywhere around her torso, they would certainly have lost their baby.

The very thought of that arrow harming the baby caused more tears to flush down (Y/n)'s face and soak into Acacius's neck. She felt silly for crying, for feeling so fragile and panicked and shocked, but those arrows had come close to ending her life and the life of their child.

"I don't know." It seemed like the best and most truthful answer to give, and (Y/n) could tell it unsettled her husband by the way he tensed and gripped her tighter.

"Then we should get you inside."

"Not yet. I- please?" (Y/n) wasn't sure what or even why she was pleading, but she tightened her arm around his neck all the same and leaned herself further into the cold armour cladding his chest as if to persuade him.

She didn't want to go inside and be surrounded by guards and infuriated people and raised voices and questions and shouting. She wanted to stay here for a while, a moment, even just a second longer and be with her husband and him alone.

"Okay," He hummed against her temple, closing his eyes as his hand began to feather up and down her back. "You're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you."

(Y/n) nodded against his neck, trying her best to calm her breathing by inhaling his scent and focusing on each deep breath he took and the thrumming of his pulse. It didn't work so well when she could feel the baby kicking and squirming and making her stomach twist and ache. And when she felt Acacius's hand move, (Y/n) gently held his wrist with her free hand and moved his palm round to her stomach to feel how shaken the baby was.

She hoped the shock hadn't done anything to the baby. They still had another two months to go.

[anemhoez]

Love Struck…

Blade/AFAB!Reader

WARNINGS: language and unprotected sex

A/N: whyyy did i think of him as i was writing for Mydei….glad it happened though cause ive been meaning to write for him for a while now 🥴 *hiccup* please enjoy, thanks 😀

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

You gently removed the dirty bandages from his arms, doing your best to not agitate his skin any further. “Do you feel any kind of relief at all?” you asked, inspecting the deep wounds that seeped with mara. Blade scoffed, “Never.” His voice was calm, as if this was all too normal for him. And unfortunately, it was.

“Kafka can help once she gets back.” He said with a wince as you applied the cool herbal remedy. Hearing the woman’s name alone was enough to make you sigh audibly. Blade chucked, “You must be thrilled knowing she’s only a few days out.”

“Ecstatic.” You deadpanned as his hands reached out to you. You moved from his needy grasp, standing up from where you knelt before him to grab the fresh clean bandages. His intense crimson stare fixed on your hands swiftly rolling the white cloth up his forearms once you turned your attention back to him.

You finished without a word and stood up quickly, once again avoiding his hands that reached out to you. He was so used to thanking you with a kiss, that not receiving it this time made whatever he considered the heart in his chest to twinge with pain.

“The herbs I applied only help with the pain so, hopefully you don’t completely lose your mind before she gets back.” you explained pretending to be worried to no one, for Blade already knew that you kind of liked it when the mara took over. Sometimes.

You hurried to collect your items as he came up behind you, his arms wrapping around you from behind. “Thought you liked it when I got a little, crazy.” he spoke in his usual calm way, but he made his voice even deeper, the vocal fry sending a shiver up your body.

You watched in the mirror before you as his large hands moved up your body, cupping your breasts through your shirt. “Don’t tell me you’re still worried about Kafka?” His voice was gentle in your ear as he trailed his hand down your front, his thick fingers rubbing against your clothed core. You inhaled deeply and let out a small moan as he turned you to look at him with his free hand.

His gaze threatened to melt you. His inviting lips tempting you through your current hateful thought about her to kiss him passionately and forget about everything. “She’s gorgeous of course I’m-.” Your sentence came to an abrupt halt as he crashed his lips onto yours, the rhythm of his hand between your legs more intense and rough.

In all your years of intimacy with people, you had never encountered a lover like Blade. He was rough but gentle at the same time, and oh so tenaciously deliberate with every move. The man has even made you come just from his stare alone, he was that good.

“If i have done anything right in our time together, I think its been showing you, quite intimately might i add, about how much you mean to me.” He finally slipped his hand into your pants deftly. A deep moan emanated from his throat as he felt how wet you were, the moan soon swallowed by your kiss. You turned to face him, your teeth pulling at his bottom lip roughly as you pulled away. “I hate the way she calls you, Bladie.” you said with a cringing face. “With that annoying, grating voice of hers.” you spat and he only chuckled softly.

His fingers curved inside of you as he moved closer, your eyes rolling back as he pushed you to sit on the counter. “I’ll tell her to stop then, will that help?” his voice was so much softer suddenly, your eyes coming to look at his, despite the downright debauchery that was currently going on between your legs.

You put your arms around his neck, opening your legs for him to slot in comfortably. You whined against his lips as his thumb rubbed against your clit, “Okay, but there’s one other thing.” you sighed before kissing him hard.

He hummed as he pulled his hand from you, stuffing his slicked fingers into your mouth, “Why do I have a sneaking suspicion about what you’re about to say?”

Your heart sank as you sucked your slick off of him, your saliva making a mess on your chin. His free hand was busy undoing his pants, his erect cock finally free from its prison as he pulled it out.

He took his fingers out of your mouth and used their wetness to coat himself. You pulled your pants down, letting them pool at your feet as you watched him pump himself lazily. “I don’t see how you would, we’ve never even talked about our relationship seriously before.” you said as you turned your rear to him, waiting for his thick cock to enter you, but he just stood behind you without moving.

“That’s exactly how I know darling.” his voice sounding a bit too cold for your liking. After all, how could someone like him, merciless and evil, ever say the words to you? Was he even capable of that feeling? Did all the years of mara running through his veins make him a complete emotionless shell?

You were always too scared to ask him, not that he’d hurt you in any way, but that you might just send him into some kind of mara-spiral that he’d never get out of. You knew that he’d rather hurt himself than hurt you, and that’s exactly what scared you the most.

Blade’s hands took you by the waist, pushing up the long shirt you wore to expose your waiting backside to him. He squeezed on the flesh hard, pulling you closer to him. He hissed as his dick rested hotly against the middle of your ass and rolled his body against you.

You looked at him through the mirror, the smirk on his face spreading, giving you a hint as to how he would move next. He let his dick slip from your ass to your folds, warm and inviting. “Do you see that bitch in the mirror?” he growled as you looked at yourself, the name he gave you hitting your core and making you seep around him even more.

“Y-Yes.” you whispered as his tip prodded against your entrance. Blade smiled as he began pushing into you, your walls accepting him immediately, “They’re the only one I need.” He slammed into you hard, the loud smack that echoed in the bathroom making him laugh. He picked up his pace, the need between the two of you growing in seconds. The need for him to make you come undone taking over any horrible thoughts he had of himself in his mind as the mara constantly threatened to take over.

Your mouth opened wide, gasping for air as Blade’s thick cock filled you so perfectly, the sensations igniting every nerve in your body. He shoved his fingers into your mouth again, “What more do I need to say to you? Do you simply need to hear those three words?”

You weren’t even sure anymore, about anything. You only felt him and your pleasure in that moment, almost not caring about the feelings that grew to their limit over the past year. He growled in your ear, biting down on your neck as he sought his release. He bent over you completely, your face on the smooth porcelain of the counter as he thrusted into you over and over again roughly. Your thighs shook as you started baring down on him in pulses, begging him to bring you over the edge.

Blade groaned and pulled you up by your hair, making you face him as he spoke, his dick buried so deep inside of you that you felt it wrecking your guts. “If you must hear it at least once, then fine. I love you.”

“Fuck, Blade,” you huffed as his words threatened to make you crumble in his very arms. “I love you too!” you yelped as he pulled your arms behind your back, using them to buck into you harder and faster. Your orgasm washed over you like a wave crashing on the shore, your body limp and writhing under him as he continued. You cursed out loudly, spewing lewd phrases to him as he used you like a sloppy sleeve. “Mmh, another thing I love, making you go absolutely berserk on me.”

The man behind you fixed his gaze on the reflection of the two of you in the mirror, the tears falling from your eyes and the way you begged for more sent him into his own intense release.

His moan was like music to your ears as his dick released its load into you, his fingers quickly coming to rub at your clit desperately needing to make you come again while he was still inside. “Yes, mmh-fuuck!” you screamed out and you soon climaxed again. This time however, with how he was nestled in you and the stimulation to your bundle of nerves, you squirted viciously on his hand.

“Messy little bitch.” he sighed in your ear before kissing it and moving your face by your chin to kiss you roughly. “Shut the fuck up.” you said in response against his lips, feeling his hand slow down against you even though you didn’t want him to stop.

Just then his phone rang from its position on the counter and he groaned before kissing you again. “What?” he said as he answered, his dick slipping out of you unceremoniously. “Understood, Kafka.” he said as he turned to look at you with a smile. You just rolled your eyes and put your pants back on, finally taking your things and leaving the bathroom.

He quickly came up behind you once he finished his call and the two of you walked down the hall and to your shared common area with the rest of the team. Silverwolf turned to the two of you from her position on the couch as you entered, “What took the two of you so long? I’ve been waiting in the game lobby for-oh.” her last word sounding more like a sigh of annoyance than anything. “You could have just said you needed some time alone, I’ve got shit to do you know.”

Blade came up behind you and pulled you into a hug. “What are you-? We didn’t-? We were just-!” you tried to feign ignorance but the clever hacker before you just shook her head. “Save it, your hair’s all messed up and Blade’s got that look in his eyes.” she sighed and started the game without the two of you, quickly getting immersed and ignoring you for keeping her waiting.

“What look?” you asked as you turned to him, but he quickly closed his eyes. “I sincerely don’t know what she’s referring to.” He gave you a quick kiss and moved from you, walking towards the couch and not once looking back. “Kafka called, said her departure is delayed for another two days.” Blade’s voice indifferent as he spoke to his comrade. “Oh no! What ever will we do?” Silverwolf responded just as indifferent, but adding her own tones of sarcasm to her statement.

He turned to you, his dark red eyes void of any emotion as he waved you over. You came over and sat next to him, the two of you enjoying being comfortably silent while Silverwolf played her game loudly. You know you loved him and you believed he loved you too, truly. You decided on having to be ok with not hearing it as much as you would like as long as he showed it in other ways. But just then he pulled you closer, kissing you on the cheek before his attention turned back to the screen. “I love you.” And you practically melted against him, his words making your heart flutier to the point of bursting. “I love you too.”

A/N: i honestly don’t have words cause i wrote this and posted it in one day?? does that mean i like him like him?!?! 😳 send help…

[crustyfloor]

Honestly, I had questions when HyunA died, most of them just being why. After everything, after the pain Luka left her with, and the immense guilt over Hyunwoo's death, knowing what she's been through, why would she willingly take a bullet for Luka or even embrace him? It felt contradictory for a while, but now that I think about it, it feels very true to what we know about her for HyunA's character to have gone in this direction because of the person she is.

HyunA is the character who lived the "freest" life after escaping Alien stage. She got to experience what living freely was like outside of that environment and learned how to grow beyond being a pet human into her own person.

She was determined to keep pushing herself to move forward with each day because she would not let the struggle or her past stop her from continuing to live. Luka might've thought of Hyuna's rebellion as avoiding the situation, but she was building a life for herself, and we can see just how much HyunA grew during her time with the rebellion, how much she was loved and loved in return

HyunA didn't dwell on her past too often. Even so, her attachment to her childhood is significant; naturally, it makes her who she is today. The happy memories from her time in Anakt Garden that shared space in her heart with her moments with the rebels show she's reluctant to let that part of her go. But alongside this comes a burden she has to carry for years because she's constantly reminded of Hyunwoo's death; the child in her was still, always grieving him, feeling to blame for something that wasn't her fault. The pain of remembering it all weighs on her heavily.

Luka is the last living symbol of her past and her trauma that she couldn't let go of. The lasting sentiments and fondness she has for him clash with the complicated feelings he left her with after her brother's death. She couldn't bear being close to Luka anymore because knowing he was the cause of her brother's death hurt her. She regretted ever even getting close to Luka. She resented herself even more because she didn't want to let go of him

HyunA is brave for having worked so hard to get to the point where she could laugh again after escaping. There was a time when she was overdrinking and smoking to cope with the full force of her emotions when she first arrived at the rebellion.

After time passed, she could act as if she were confident and already resolutely moved on on the surface.

But really, Luka remained an everlasting and lingering presence in her life. The way Luka haunts her brings her back to the past she doesn't want to address. The way she used to see him as this harmless lonely boy who'd cling to her and follow her around. Now, she avoids his gaze or freezes when she sees him. He's a constant obstacle in her journey. She resents that undeniably. But she's guilty that despite that, and after everything, she still cares about Luka enough that he is a weak spot for her.

HyunA isn't a vengeful person. She is a justice seeker, but she isn't angry. She wants peace; she wants peace for herself and the people she cares about, and you can't find that in anger or hatred. Many people's first response in her position would've been to be angry, and rightfully so. But HyunA doesn't let anger dictate her next actions no matter how justified she would've been. That isn't the kind of person she is. This doesn't mean she accepts the pain she went through, but she always wants to keep moving forward in the right direction.

HyunA's humanity and love are strong aspects of her character; they've guided her to this point, and since she is effortlessly compassionate and selfless, always putting what she cares about before herself no matter how foolish it may be

It didn't even take her a minute's thought to save Luka the moment she realized he was at risk. She just moved. Despite her appearance of disinterest moments before, when she realized what he was doing, that look in his eyes (she knew him better than anyone there did anyway), that part of her from childhood that was always caring for and looking after him naturally resurfaced instantly. And like the impulsive, self-sacrificing person she is, she protected him.

Even with HyunA's extremely mixed feelings and lingering affections for Luka, it is not acceptance of all he did to her or forgiveness that makes her save him. The pain and discomfort Luka put her through is inexcusable. Regardless of however much she might disregard/dismiss it, she still suffered. She never forgot that, that's why she can't forgive him.

But it is HyunA's love, compassion, and humanity that have always guided her. At heart, she has a beautiful and kind soul. She fights for others because of her many experiences and the death of her closest loved one. Even though she 'could've' let Luka die, her strongest core values override the resentment she has in her. She doesn't forgive him, but it represents how HyunA cares about humanity. It represents how HyunA has always cared about Luka no matter what happened between them.

Love is twisted in every aspect of this series as it is fully intertwined with humanity. and it shows. Despite her complicated feelings that are deeper than even terms like love or hate can accurately apply, Luka is still HyunA's biggest weakness, despite the moments when she was angry with him and maybe even wanted to hate him; it's a testament to how much she cared about Luka. She couldn't. In fact, her love was so great that she wanted him to live.

It's incredible how this is her most selfless and selfish act yet. There was so much on the line. The rebellion still needed her, and Mizi still needed her. She still had a life to live for. but she died for Luka because she couldn't see him die. After all, she still cared about him so deeply. She even sees that Luka should still have a chance after everything and passes down her soul to him through the words she'd been told before, urging him to find peace within himself and live on without her, knowing he has never had that chance. And that is so fittingly human of her.

But really, why does he deserve it? Why does HyunA think Luka deserves it?

HyunA didn't want to live in self-hatred and anger over things she couldn't change. She wants to look beyond it, grow, and experience life to the best of her ability while she's still alive and working with the rebellion.

-

"HYUNA is the kind of kid who carves out a path for herself that she thinks is right."

"She doesn't look back when she feels weak or hurt; she keeps moving forward, and that's what HYUNA is today."

-

It's because of the person she is that she even rescued Mizi. Because HyunA recognized herself in the lost, distressed girl who was carrying a burden like no other and needed guidance. That's why she rescues Luka. Because she recognizes him as a human who deserves a life worth living with happiness and peace like any other. The narrative doesn't excuse Luka simply because HyunA feels that way for him, but it does provide insight into her reasoning for saving him. Optimistic or foolish as it may be, it's very HyunA in its way of execution

do you know how hard I prayed hyuna would say Sike and revive at the church today... its been a whole 2 days I've been crying nonstop

[kaxserlvr]

Can you write a scenario where reader falls for bakugo maybe after the part where he d!es?? If not it’s okay!

Hii thanks sm for the request(my first one woww) I tried my best on this I hope it’s what you wanted!!

Ps I was listening to this song when it writing so that’s kinda the vibes!

New feelings

You, Bakugo and Kirishima were studying as usual in the common room this was a usual routine that never seemed to stop, something that you’ve come to appreciate over time despite you not really needing it anymore.

“Hey guys I’m gonna get us snacks cause,whew all this studying is really tiring my brain” Kirishima says just only 5 minutes into the session.

“I’m surprised it still works” Bakugo muttered looking to the side with a followed “Hey!” from Kirishima not appreciating the insult “bro it’s the first day back cut me some slack” he cries out. You giggled at the red heads silliness.

You missed this.

“Kiri get me the usual please” throwing some money towards your friend who was heading to the door.

“Me too” Bakugo piqued up throwing some coins at the red head too.

“You gotcha” and with that he was gone

Now it was just you and Bakugo alone in the room. This wasn’t unusual as the pair had grown to get closer over the last year.

Silence was usually welcomed between the two but this one was uncomfortable

Y/n were staring at her friend,more so the stitches on his face. She had saw what had happened to him in the war and how he…

No she didn’t want to remember that it’s in the past now

“Are you going to say something or just continue staring at me like a weirdo?” Bakugo questions slightly feeling creeped out

“Oh sorry it’s just…how long do you need those stitches for? ,do they hurt, can you still wash your face , are you actually going to be able to keep quiet with-“ she’s cut off with a groan

“Jeez what with all the questions you sound just like my old hag” he says while turning away, irritated remembering how his mother was when she saw him.

She shrugs “just curious”

……..

“Wanna touch em” he asks glancing back at her

You’re surprised by his request but refuse quickly “no way I am not going to be the reason you start crying if they come off”

“What’re you so scared of? They won’t trust me”

You think,you do trust him but you still don’t want to hurt him so hesitantly you answer“fineee”

Y/n moves across the table to Bakugos side and stretches her arm out to his face to cup his cheek. She looks down to his face and notices a glint of something she can’t put her head around but she forgets this when she feels how soft his skin is. She makes a mental note to ask for his skincare routine later though she doubts he has one.

As she is still touching Bakugo suddenly pulls back with an “ow” grabbing his cheek in his hand with his head down.

Alarmed y/n pulls back and starts to panic “I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to oh my gosh I knew this was a mistake-“

She cuts herself off as she sees Bakugo twitching in the corner of her eye. She furrows her eyebrows trying to see what’s wrong with him.

“Hey Bakugo please say something you’re scaring me”

Suddenly he bursts out laughing as if he’s been holding it back for years.Y/n feels like she might’ve popped a nerve ‘how dare he scare me like that’ she turns to knock him in the head but stops

“You should’ve see the look on your face it was priceless no way you fell for that” Bakugo says in between choked laughs with his eyes closed and a big smile (do you get the picture?) Y/n is struggling to find the funniness in the situation not because it’s not funny but because she feels as if she’s stuck in a trance, as if time stopped

‘I’ve always known he was good looking but now..he looks like the prettiest boy ive seen and my heart- what am I saying..’

She snaps out of her gaze, stands up and snaps at him for his ‘funny joke’ “you’re so stupid” and rushes out of the room only to be met with Kirishima.

“Woah where are you going in such a hurry”

“To my dorm!” she shouts out

“But I got your snacks” Kirishima says confused

With this she stops in her tracks and turns around to grab the food with a small thanks and hurries off again.

Kirishima only looks at Bakugo who only shrugs leaving him confused on what happened.

What the pair didn’t know a poor y/n was sitting against the door of her dorm hands in head questioning her feelings for a certain blonde boy.

A/n: this is probs ooc for bakugo but I’m a sucker for him being soft

[empressdede]

The Secretary- 5

Chapter Five

Previous

The next morning, Serena felt like she had barely slept. Her conversation with her mom played over and over in her head, making it impossible to think about anything else.

She couldn’t keep running from this. She needed help.

And she knew exactly who to turn to.

After finishing up some emails, she made her way to the SmackDown locker room area, knocking lightly before pushing the door open. Naomi was inside, tying her boots, but as soon as she saw Serena, her eyes lit up with curiosity.

“Well, well, well,” Naomi said with a smirk. “Look who finally came to me.”

Serena sighed, closing the door behind her. “I need help.”

Naomi leaned back, arms crossing over her chest. “Lemme guess. This is about you-know-who?”

Serena groaned. “Yes.”

Naomi grinned like she had been waiting for this moment. “Oh, girl, this is about to be good. Spill.”

Serena took a deep breath, then sat down across from her. “I… I think I messed up.”

Naomi’s brow furrowed. “How?”

Serena hesitated. “I admitted it.”

“Admitted what?”

Serena swallowed hard. “That I like him.”

Naomi’s expression shifted from amused to intrigued. “Wait. You told Roman?”

“No,” Serena said quickly. “I told my mom.”

Naomi’s face lit up. “Oooooh. So, it’s real real now.”

Serena groaned, dropping her head into her hands. “I know! And now, I don’t know what to do.”

Naomi scooted closer, her voice softer now. “Okay, first of all, breathe. Second, tell me—what do you want to do?”

Serena chewed on her bottom lip. “That’s the problem. I don’t know.” She met Naomi’s eyes, frustration clear in her voice. “Part of me wants to run in the opposite direction and pretend this never happened. But the other part?” She exhaled shakily. “The other part doesn’t want to ignore it anymore.”

Naomi nodded, considering her words. “And Roman? What’s he doing?”

Serena let out a short laugh. “Waiting. He’s not pushing, but he’s waiting for me to stop running.”

Naomi grinned. “Of course he is. That man ain’t gonna chase, but he also ain’t letting you go that easy.”

Serena rubbed her temples. “So, what do I do? How do I figure this out?”

Naomi studied her for a moment before leaning forward with a knowing smile. “You don’t gotta have all the answers right now. But I do think you need to talk to him.”

Serena tensed. “Naomi—”

“No, listen,” Naomi interrupted. “Not about feelings or relationships or any of that yet. Just talk. Lay everything out. Tell him your fears, tell him where you stand, and let him decide what happens next, too. ’Cause right now, you’re carrying all of this alone, and that ain’t fair.”

Serena let Naomi’s words settle in.

She had spent so much time trying to push this down, to control it, that she had never considered just… talking to Roman about it.

“I don’t know if I can,” she admitted quietly.

Naomi smiled knowingly. “Yeah, you can. And you will. Because whether you like it or not, you already know how this ends.”

Serena looked at her, heart pounding. Because deep down, she knew Naomi was right.

And that terrified her more than anything.

_

Naomi found Jimmy in the catering area, laughing with Jey over something on his phone. She slid into the seat beside her husband, giving him a knowing look.

Jimmy arched an eyebrow. “Oh no. I know that face. What you up to, baby?”

Jey looked between them, grinning. “Yeah, what kinda trouble we gettin’ into?”

Naomi smirked. “We’re finishing what y’all started.”

Jimmy blinked. “Huh?”

Naomi leaned in, keeping her voice low. “Serena came to me for help. She finally admitted she likes Roman, but she’s too scared to do anything about it.”

Jey’s face lit up. “Oh, we so got this.”

Jimmy chuckled. “Aight, what’s the plan?”

Naomi grinned. “We get them in a room alone. Lock the door. No interruptions. No excuses. They don’t come out until they get everything off their chest.”

Jimmy let out a low whistle. “Damn. You really want this to happen, huh?”

Naomi shrugged. “I just want them to stop running in circles. Roman’s waiting on her, and she’s too in her head to see that.”

Jey smirked. “So, you tryna trap them?”

Naomi winked. “Exactly.”

Jimmy and Jey exchanged a glance, then nodded in unison.

“We’re in.”

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Later that night, Naomi pulled Serena aside before SmackDown started. “Hey, girl, I need you to bring these papers to Roman’s locker room.”

Serena frowned, confused. “What papers?”

Naomi waved a hand. “Just some travel itinerary updates. He’s expecting them.”

Serena hesitated, that uneasy feeling creeping back in. She was getting major déjà vu. “Naomi…”

Naomi grabbed her shoulders. “Trust me. Just go.”

Serena sighed and took the folder. “Fine.”

She made her way to Roman’s locker room, knocking lightly before stepping inside.

Roman looked up from his seat, his expression shifting the second he saw her.

“Serena.”

She swallowed. “Hey. Naomi said you needed these?”

Roman frowned. “What? I didn’t—”

Before either of them could react, the door slammed shut behind her.

Serena whirled around just as she heard the unmistakable click of a lock.

“Hey!” She banged on the door. “Naomi!”

From the other side, Naomi’s muffled voice came through. “You two aren’t coming out until you talk!”

Serena’s stomach dropped. Oh, she did NOT—

She turned to Roman, who was now standing, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Of course they did this.”

Serena groaned, pacing. “I cannot believe this. I knew she was up to something.”

Roman watched her carefully. “And you still walked in.”

She stopped, glaring at him. “I was set up.”

He tilted his head. “Maybe. Or maybe this is exactly what needed to happen.”

Serena froze.

Roman took a slow step toward her. “We gonna keep pretending? Or are we finally gonna be honest?”

Serena felt her pulse spike. There was no escaping this. No distractions, no running.

It was just them now.

And there was nowhere left to hide.

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Share With Me One Love, One Lifetime Part 5

We are now in the latter half of this story and hooboy is going to worse before it gets better. Again this story is done, I'm just putting out the remaining chapters I have.

We have the Forrest talk, The Wheeler House, and Wayne blows a gasket. Poor, poor Wayne.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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“Dustin looks up to you so much, Steve,” Eddie murmured. “It’s all he talks about. Hell, it’s all they all talk about. If Jeff and them didn’t know you before they joined Hellfire they would have gotten psychic damage with how much they talk about Steve the hero.”

Steve snorted. “Yeah, well. I wish he’d tell me more to my face instead of all the bullshit I do get from him. Like he had a bag filled with flashlights and I asked him where he got them, do you want to know what he said?”

Eddie let out a pained sigh. “Something snarky and rude?”

“Right in one,” Steve groused. “He said that I was an adult and shouldn’t have to be told everything. Like no one else gets that amount of disrespect. Including you, who is older than I am.”

“That little shit head,” Eddie said with another sigh. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Thanks.”

They walked in silence for a moment or two before Eddie spoke up.

“I’m learning this week that I’m coward,” he murmured, poking and twisting his hands nervously. “I didn’t think I was until Chrissy. But when I saw her raise up to my ceiling...I–I just ran. I could have stayed. I could have tried to help. I knew that this place was and I couldn’t help her.”

Steve shook his head. “Do you remember the first comic I ever drew for you?”

Eddie’s eyes widen and his hangdog expression cleared. “The gun, the boy running to his car before dashing back into save the day, the fear...”

“Yeah, Eds,” he murmured. “It was always about that. Running in is okay as long you know that when the time comes you’ll do the right thing in the right time.”

Eddie ran his hands over his face. “God, Stevie,” he murmured. “I hesitated. To jump in after you. You had just been dragged in and Nancy went in right after you, Robin merely a second later. But I paced that god damn boat before following suit.”

“So what?” Steve said, reaching up to guide Eddie’s face to meet his head on. “I bet I can tell you what your thought process was.”

“Steve...” Eddie whined. “Jumping in after immediately was the biggest sign of true love I’ve ever seen.”

Steve shook his head. “I don’t want her, I want you. Because I know you hesitated to jump because you weren’t sure if you should go back to sure and let everyone know what happened or to jump in and protect me and the girls. You chose to protect us, Eddie. Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? I love you.”

Eddie closed his eyes and let go of all the jealousy and envy he had over Nancy and what they had before Eddie came along. He knew Steve was gay. He knew that Steve had chosen him and had kept choosing him, time after time. But when he saw the way the two of them teased each other, the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head, causing him to throw his vest at Steve.

He nodded and then accepted the kiss that Steve gave him. They might be in a hellscape running for their lives with an evil wizard and all his minions chasing after them but they had each in other in this.

And they would make it. Together.

~

“They’re gone!” Nancy cried. “They aren’t here. They should be in this shoe box, but all that’s in here are the shoes that I ruined my junior year. I broke the heel on the one and had to toss them both out.”

“What do you mean they’re gone?!” Eddie bit out through clenched teeth. “How could they be gone?”

“It doesn’t make any sense!” she cried gesturing wildly. “They should be here!”

Steve wandered over to the wall and looked up at the poster. “Nance, when did you exchange your Blondie calendar for the poster?”

“Steve is that really important right now?” she snapped and then she turned around to see said calendar on the wall. “Oh!”

“What does that mean?” Robin asked, trying to break the tension that suddenly ramped up in the room.

“I think the Upside Down is stuck in 1983,” Nancy murmured. “But since the revolver isn’t here either, I’d have to guess November 6th.”

Robin and Eddie shared a confused glance.

“I don’t know what that means,” Eddie admitted, sticking his hands in his back pockets.

“That’s the day Will disappeared,” Steve said absently. He poked the calendar a couple of times. “What is so important about that day...?”

Nancy just shook her head. “What are we going to do now?”

“Well,” Steve said with the shrug of his shoulders, “we can always make my weapon again.”

Nancy raised her eyebrows and then grinned. “That will certainly help, yes.”

~

They thundered down the stairs, but Steve stopped. Nancy and Robin kept going, but Eddie slowed down and looked back.

“What’s up, Stevie?” he asked as he watched his boyfriend strain as if he was hearing something the rest of them couldn’t. “Hey, guys wait up!”

Nancy and Robin turned around to see Steve inch down the stairs, his head cocked upwards.

“Can’t you hear it?” Steve asked. “It’s Dustin, I’m sure of it! And I think...Max.” He shook his head. “I can’t quite make it... out...”

Before Nancy could scoff again, Robin giggled.

“I can hear them too!” she said excitedly jumping up and down and clapping.

It didn’t take them long to figure out how to communicate with them and they found out that they had picked up Erica and she had been read in.

“How many times do I have to be right before you believe me?” Dustin barked angrily.

“Jesus Christ. This kid's gotta get his ego in check,” Steve said twisting his lip and shaking his head ruefully.

Eddie leaned over to look past Nancy and Robin, “It’s his tone, right?”

After everything was decided that they all meet up at Eddie’s trailer, Eddie grimaced. “How are we going to get there? It’s like seven miles from here.”

Nancy looked around for a moment. “Well if it is the 6th, then all the kids would have had their bikes here. I mean it might be a little tight for the boys, but it’s better then walking.”

~

Once they were back top side, Wayne bullied the four older teens into showers and changed before sitting Steve down to do a proper stitch job while everyone caught up with what everyone had learned, but especially Nancy’s vision.

“We have to attack now,” Nancy said. “We don’t know who he’ll pick next and Max shouldn’t have to live on borrowed time.”

“Yeah,” Dustin said, nodding along with her. “We know that while Vecna is in the void his body is vulnerable to attacks. If we can lure him into attacking someone to open the fourth gate then we can attack his body in the Upside Down?”

“Oh is that all?” Eddie sneered, rising to his feet.

“Yep!” Dustin said cheerfully and Eddie slowly said back down in disappointment.

Wayne crossed his arms in front of his chest and sat back, allowing Steve to stand up. His back arms had been cleaned and properly bandaged, his sides had been sterilized, stitched, and re-bandaged, his neck cleaned and bandaged to keep further dirt out of the wound.

“Yeah?” Wayne said, “And who’s gonna be fighting this evil wizard of yours? Steve? The fella I just spent the last twenty minutes putting back together? Or the two ladies who are still in high school? Or any of the other children here, present?”

Dustin opened his mouth, but no words came out and everyone shifted around nervously as for the first time an adult put their foot down and said they shouldn’t be doing this.

Max came back into the front part of the trailer. “I tried reaching the Byers again and it’s a busy signal again.”

“Which means we have even less time then we thought,” Nancy insisted, putting her hands on her hips. “We need to take him out now before our friends get hurt, especially since we don’t know who his next victim will be.”

Wayne licked the bottom of his lips slowly. “Well you ain’t doing it with the eight of ya.”

Everyone looked around in confusion as it seemed like they were all counting their numbers.

“Before we get further,” Steve said quietly. “We do know who his next is. I read the files from Ms. Kelly’s office. I know how they all started. For Fred, Patrick, Chrissy.” He paused and then looked up. “Max.”

She froze in place and fought the urge to look over at the person she knew he was talking about, trying to look everywhere else.

“Yeah, Stevie?” Eddie asked gently. “Who’s next on the evil wizard’s hit list?”

Steve sat down hard between Lucas and Eddie and propped his chin on his knuckles. “It always starts off with visions. Visions of things he thinks you’re guilty of. I’m guessing in Max’s case it was Billy, like it was Nancy’s siblings in hers.”

Nancy wrapped her arms around her waist and looked down at the ground, rocking back on one heel of her shoes.

Both Wayne and Eddie tilted their head in the same direction at the same time as they regarded Nancy.

“Something tells me,” Eddie said wetting his lips, “that she knew that. Didn’t ya Nance?”

Max looked back and forth between Eddie and Nancy. “I was about to suggest using myself as bait, because if we can distract him long enough for a strike team to destroy his physical form, we can get rid of the Upside Down for good. But you’re telling me that she knew she was the next victim and was still going to let me be the sacrificial lamb?”

Steve shook his head. “Good ole Nancy Wheeler, only looking out for herself. We could wait a week and have Nancy be bait. Hell, we all have Walkmans. We get enough batteries and enough tapes I’m sure Max could last that long. But she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to go through the visions and guilt. Because she knows deep down Vecna, Henry, whoever is right. It is her fault Barb died.”

“Uh...” Lucas said into the resulting silence. “So are we going with Max or Nancy because that is really something we should decide before we get any further...”

“I’m all for taking the bastard out now,” Wayne said with a shrug. “But not with just us. We need more people.”

Steve turned to Eddie. “Are the boys still in town?”

Eddie got up and started waving his hands. “No. Nope. Absolutely not, Steve. We aren’t dragging them into this. Ignorance is hella bliss in this case. You know it is!”

Dustin shook his head ruefully. “If you’re suggesting who I think you’re suggesting, it couldn’t hurt. I mean Jason is amassing a lynch mob and we need all the help we can get.”

“I’d want to know,” Lucas said softly. “After what Jason and his goons did to Gareth. If I were them, I’d want to know.”

Eddie turned to glare at him. “And what did they do to Gareth?”

Lucas explained why he was no longer with the basketball guys to Nancy, Robin, Wayne, and Eddie.

“God damn it!” Wayne cussed. “That’s how they found out about the lake house? And Chief Powell just let them go? I’m going fucking sue this whole incompetent asshole county!”

“Well,” Nancy said, “I’m against it. We need a small strike team not a god damned army.”

“The hell you don’t,” Wayne snapped. “I saw the beast that damn near took out the mall and if it’s Henry Creel like we think it is, then we’re going to need everyone we can. And since we’re spread pretty thin on the ground right now with the Cali crew in the wind and Hopper dead... we need people. I would rather it not be children, but I’m out of options right now.”

Eddie pushed his fingers into his eye in frustration. “Fine.”

They all turned to him in shock.

“Fine,” he bit out again, flopping back onto the sofa. “I’ll round up the Hellfire crew. Shit, I’ll even see if Marty and Janice are in town for the week, because if we’re dragging people into this shit, we’re getting the whole band back together.”

“We’re going to need weapons and supplies,” Steve said with a sigh. He didn’t like the plan, but it was all they had. “And way to get all us of there.”

“The weapons are easy,” Wayne said with a huff, “War Zone. They’ll have everything you need. For both.”

“If we’re trying to avoid people from town,” Erica said, rolling her eyes, “maybe we should avoid a store called War Zone.”

Wayne snorted, “And you got somewhere else we can load up on supplies, little miss?”

Erica opened her mouth but no words came out.

“That’s what I thought,” Wayne said smugly.

“That takes care of one,” Robin said with a nod. “But what about transportation?”

“I have something,” Eddie said with a grin.

Steve came up to stand next to him. “You got some hidden car we don’t know about?”

“It’s not exactly a car,” Eddie said smirking at Wayne, “and it’s not exactly mine, but it’ll do.”

“Boy...” Wayne said warningly.

Eddie willfully ignored him. “Hey, Max you got a bandanna or mask I can use?”

~

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Niú has lived a long life, has come to be known throughout the world for his achievements ad the Demon Bull King, or DBK as some liked to shorten it to, and has only ever faced true defeat at the hands of one person. His own younger sworn brother Shihou, better known as Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven. The Bull King does not remember much about that fight over 500 years ago, but he does remember that Wukong had been the one to defeat him, and that in his rage he had vowed vengeance. And then all he knew was darkness and the crushing weight of the mountain he had been buried under for the next five centuries, and the occasional muffled voice of those around him on rare occasions where he was aware. His family.

Unfortunately for DBK, when he is eventually freed it is not to a world he knew. And his vengeance would become stale and meaningless with the news his beloved wife had brought to his attention. Sun Wukong, his precious little Shihou, was missing. Had gone missing shortly after their fateful battle, never to be seen again, and those who ever reached the sanctity of his island home would only be met with an astral vision the younger king had left behind explaining his motives. Of his regrets and the fearful and terrible misunderstanding he had come to realize a out himself. A conclusion that broke the elder bull's heart to realize.

Shihou believed himself a danger to those around him. And when his younger brother was suffering, Niú had been busy seething in hatred and rage towards his precious only brother remaining for simply acting as his duty as a celestial diety and demon god bound to protect the mortal realm by stopping his rampaging brother to realize or help! And although his rlease meant that the powers of old would come back into the world, that one would have to take up his brother's staff once more, it was not Wukong who lifted the ancient weapon of legend. It was a mortal boy, one with a soul and character so similar to Wukong when he was younger it ached to see him, a little thief that had taken up the Great Sage's mantle as a guardian protector for his people and his home. After many conflicts with the child, the Bull King had began to fear the worst. That it truly was too late for him to find and reconnect with his precious younger brother.

But then those blasted spiders attacked. His son ad gotten away, thanks to the Bull King's efforts, if Niú himself had been overwhelmed, brought to distraction by the resurgence of a divine power and chi energy he never imagined he'd ever feel again. It was similar to the child's no doubt, but Niú would be a fool not to recognize Wukong's chi blanketing the city in his protective and passionate aura that burned like the sun itself! The distraction of realizing his brother was alive, that Shihou's in the same city even, was enough for Niú to falter.

Which leads him to where he is now, groaning as his head pounded and consciousness returned to him. When he became aware of his position, bound within a web at the centerpiece of a mech, his immediate reaction was to fight. However lighting jolted and lashed out form the webs, sapping his strength and cursing considerable pain with each pull until he king was forced to concede and slump over, panting in the effort and strain the webs' draining of his powers caused.

"Who dares..." He growled to himself, anger simmering in his breast. To steal one's chi is a sickening practice that only weak minded and cowardly demons resort to, when he learns who did this he will be sure to make them pay! He did not need to wait long to get a face for the culprit, as the Spider Queen's laughter rang through the mech. The would-be queen appeared in front of him, hanging upside down from her website as she gave him a wicked and smug smirk. Gloating. She waved her arms about her, showing off her collection of minor demons that she had managed to capture to drain for her mech. Proud of herself. As she did so a thought crossed his mind.

His wife! She had been enjoying the festivities on her own, separate form he and his son to give them time to bond! She would have been right near the epicenter of the attack when the spider demon had made her move! Desperate and terrified, he looked about, hoping she wasn't there. Sensing what his concern was, Spider Queen assured him that she was safe.

"I have found your wifey... yet!" The Spider cooed, and despite himself Niú felt himself let out a sigh of relief. One he very quickly took back when she moved closer, continuing in her softly mocking voice, "I did manage to find and old friend of yours, however! A very, very old friend who's been gone for way too long!"

Before the king could fathom what she was speaking of, one of her sharp legs forced him to look to up, higher than any of the other demons, and tied up in a separate web. Niú's heart froze as he caught sight of ginger fur, a heart shaped facial marking covered in dirt and oil, and freckled cheeks he knows all too well. It couldn't be! Not him, he had felt him outside and he had felt that power just a short time agi before his capture, it was just as powerful as it had been 500 years ago! Sure enough, however, it couldn't be mistaken.

"Sun Wukong!?" DBK cried out in shock and barely concealed horror, conflicting emotions of fear and joy wsrring in his breath that only grew more concerned as he realized the figure was limp. Unmoving.

"Yes indeed!" The Spider cackled in glee, moving up to cradle the monkey's face, turning him to face the Bull King. Though his eyes were closed, Niú just knew that had they been opened his eyes would ahve been a glowing red-gold. "Boy, I was so excited~ to learn the source of that delicious thing out there was none other than the long lost Monkey King, thought to have been gone forever! It was like my birthday came early, nabbing a prize like him! I didn't even mind that his little chi stunt caused most of my spider bots to malfunction and target him instead of going after the Monkey Kid and his crew!"

"Why isn't he moving!?" Niú growled deeply, taking in every inch of his little brother's face. Wukong's brows were pinched, the only sign of discomfort on hai otherwise slack face, he had clearly been unconcious for a long while but otherwise had few injuries that the bull demon could see from where he was.

"Oh that? It's nothing special.~" Spider Queen continued with her patronizing coo, "The poor dear was overwhelmed by my spiders and I've kept him sedated. I don't need any monkey shenanigans ruining my day!"

The Queen hissed the last sentence before suddenly her tone shifted, becoming less patronizing and softer as she ran one of her hands through Wukong's mane, Niú feeling a seething rage at the act, "I have to admit, however... he is awfully cute when he isn't being an annoying little pest! Maybe I'll keep him like this, always precious little sleeping prince, completely unaware of the world around him!~"

"DON'T YOU DARE!!" Niú's steadily building rage finally boiled over as he tried to lunge at the upstart queen, he himself torn between ripping her to shreds and simply trying to get Shihou away form her clutches! The Queen just cackled and taunted him before one of her minions came in, revealing Redson and the Monkey Kid had escaped. Niú felt pride bloom in his chest at the words, THAT'S his boy! Always resourceful, and if he was as smart as DBK knew him to be, Redson would likely have come up with a plan to combat the upstart and save him, likely constricting the Monkey Kid and his little raging group of friends into helping him along the way! The Queen, enraged at the interruption, stormed off and left her captives to their own devices.

Leaving the Demon Bull King alone with a room full of captive demons, Sun Wukong among them. Niú began to think of an excape plan, one that would preferably end in Wukong no longer in that creepy spider upstart's clutches! Redson had gotten his brains form his mother, of that there was no doubt, but the Bull King was no fool either. As he was testing out the integrity of the webs, he heard a soft groan and a tiny chirp that simultaneously froze him in his tracks and brought back many memories of a sleeping cub curled up in his arms just waking up after overdoing it in training or battle. His eyes fixed back to where Wukong was, the monkey stirring as his eyes finally began to blink open, those red and gold orbs a sight for sore eyes as he blearily looked around in confusion, no doubt going through the same Rollercoaster of thoughts and emotions DBK himself had when he had first awakened in the web. This all stopped the moment their eyes met, the other king stiffening as though he were turned to the namesake of his species, before his eyes widened like dinner plates and his jaw dropped in disbelief and... fear?

"D-Demon Bull!?"

Oh dear... things have either become considerable easier or a lot more complicated with Wukong's awakening.

Grease Monkey AU Bull!!

DBK initally wanting revenge for his defeat, only to discard it as he worries that his worthy little brother hasn't been seen since their last battle.

I just LOVE his internal dialogue, esp when he praises his son's intellect, and his snap recognition of Wukong even after so many years!

Getting captured only because he recognised his little brother's burst of chi/life energy. Internally referring to Wukong as "Shihou" since thats the name he knew the King by when they were both very young.

Bull freaking tf out when Spider Queen dares to keep Wukong hostage as a living trophy/pet.

And most of all; Bull not understanding why his little bro looks so scared of him. :(

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The Silent Hero

Chapter One

Piltover, The city built on innovation. Born are its people who strive to better their cities' future, but like with any future there is also a past.

Nine years before chaos fully ensued, affecting Piltover. A Vastaya Hybrid is still trying to figure his place, mourning the loss of his father. He knew from a young age that he wanted to be an Enforcer like him, and he also loved to travel, but now he was definitely unsure about it after the mysterious circumstances surrounding his father's death. He sat quietly on a chair in his father's study looking at the family photos, and documents stacked on his desk. He begins shorting through all the important documents and in doing so he comes across a strange black envelope unopened with no sender or return address, with only his fathers name on it. Confused and curious he begins to look around the desk, then opens a drawer finding a letter opener taking it out, then going back to the envelope in  his hand and cuts it open. He begins to read the contents on the paper, his frills on his cheek rose, eyes widening. 

The Letter…

Lucello, You need to stay out of this, I cant keep covering for you. If you keep sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, the next time I'll be talking to you is at your funeral… So “Please” let it go, Think about your Wife & Son. 

 Final Warning!

After reading it he stood up quickly causing the chair to scrap loudly against the floor, slamming his hands down on the desk as his heart began to race, anger rising within him, tears rolling down his cheeks. He began to hyperventilate with the realization that his father's death was indeed a Murder. His eye began to shift back and forth rapidly as he tries to process what he just read, he throws his head back letting out a loud hoarse scream with his nictitating membrane covering his eyes as he began to swing his hands across the desk throwing everything off the sides, Then falls back into the chair with one hand over his face as he cries, while the other hung off to the side. He looks around slightly as he wipes away tears when something red catches his attention. It's another envelope, and he picks it up but this one is much nicer with gold trim around the edges with a sweet scent he can’t quite place. Unlike the other one, this one has a name and address. Tavarez Zartienz, from some place called The Honey Pot, located in Shurima. With his anxiety all ready in high gear he quickly rips open the envelope and reads the letter inside. 

The Letter …

Hola señor Sillo,

I've been thinking about our visit the other night. I definitely do enjoy your company Dulzura(Sweetness)... But I do have concerns from what we've discussed and I understand you might require my assistance but unfortunately, I must return to Shurima as I have other business to attend to. If something more comes up and you do end up actually requiring my help, don't be shy... Keep in touch.  

Tavarez 💜

He was a bit flustered after reading the letter, confused and wondering if his father may have been having an affair and just who the hell is this woman… Tavarez?! And if so, how long has his Father been seeing her? He didn't want to bring it up to his mother as she is in enough pain as it was. He sat there deep in thought wondering what he should do so he decided to pull out a map and look it over. He looked back at both the letters and then made his decision that if he's going to get any answers he needed to find this woman. He grabbed both letters and ran out the office slamming the door behind him. He runs to his room and packs a bag, then quickly rushes down the stairs. In doing so he runs into his mother stopping abruptly. He looks at her hiding the letters behind his back. She can tell by the look in her son's eyes, and with his bag in hand, that he's going to go traveling again. She smiled and nodded. He smiled and hugged And kissed her cheek and as he ran and stopped he looked back at his mother and smiled then closed the door behind him as he's making his way down the path he hears a voice. “Hello, Steb.” a lovely young short hair brunette with big brown eyes says as she walks up to him with a big smile. It was his neighbor's daughter Lucia. He always thought Lucia was beautiful and thought about being with and his dad kept telling him about her all the time, but he was indecisive whether he wanted to date her or not. Blushing, he nodded and waved at her. “ I was hoping to see you.” She giggled. “So what are you up to?” She asked, twirling her hair on her finger. Steb looked around, then pointed to his backpack, as he blushed lightly. Lucia smiled. “Oh that's a nice backpack, is it new?” He furled his brow, and looked off to the side then shook his head. 

She walked up closer to him and touched his forearm, rubbing her hand up and down. “Well if you have nothing to do, would you like to come over for dinner?” Steb shook his head no, gesturing again to his backpack and pointing to town. Lucia stepped into him more, placing her hand on his chest, standing almost eye to eye with him… At this point he was becoming uncomfortable. “So is that a yes?” She asked while batting her lashes. Steb, frustrated at this point, finally spoke with a deep gravelly voice. “S-sorry… I.. I can’t. He paused for a moment before speaking again, sounding more hoarse. “U-urgent business to attend to.” he pointed to town once more. Confused, she smiled and said softly. “Oh, well I’ll see you later today then?” He started to roll his eyes a bit, but caught himself as to not be rude. Steb smiled politely and nodded his head and waved, turning around walking away quickly as he could. He felt bad but he was on a mission, he had to find this… Tavarez. Steb finally made it to the port and got a ticket to Shurima. Before he knew it, he was on his way to his destination. He sat down, got comfortable and got out a book. Enforcer book on Rules & Regulations, as he settled in he opened it and began to read. After a few hours passed he fell asleep with the book resting on his lap. The book then started to slide off to the side, hitting the floor with a loud thud, Jolting him awake causing him to stand up quickly, he began to scan his surroundings.  There it was… Shurima.

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request!!!

hello love! i was wondering if you could do a min ho x female reader where min ho is rude to reader and says smth and he doesn’t know how much the reader is going through and she actually has a crush on him, and they fall in love at the end ofc but we gotta add a little angst in there ofc so min ho will find her at a bridge trying to put out the pain and he stops her and i’m not sure what else so i suppose it’s up to you maybe you could make multiple parts idk, anyways love you lots!💋💋💋

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 | minho (xo,kitty) × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | emotional distress, suicidal thoughts, feelings of inadequacy and loneliness, vulnerability and personal struggle, a turning point where the reader finds support and connection

word count | 1.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The day had been long, longer than you could bear. You were on the brink of despair, the pressure from school, the expectations others had of you, everything had piled up in your mind, leaving no room to breathe. But there was something else suffocating you, something you couldn’t share with anyone. Something related to Minho.

You didn’t know how it had come to this, but whenever he was near, something tightened in your chest. Maybe it was his arrogance, or his cold attitude, or maybe you just couldn’t ignore what you felt. It was more than just admiration, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Today hadn’t been any different. In class, he had ignored you as usual, but this time something had been different. During a discussion, his words were harsher than usual.

"Are you going to keep hiding behind that facade?" he said, his eyes cold and sharp, as if your insecurities were a spectacle he enjoyed watching. "You don’t have what it takes to stand out, so you might as well stop trying."

His words stuck in your mind, like a wound that wouldn’t heal. It hurt more than you would like to admit. You knew you shouldn’t let his attitude affect you, but you couldn’t help it.

You quickly left the classroom, trying to escape the feeling of inadequacy he had caused. You walked aimlessly, lost in your thoughts, until you found yourself on a solitary bridge on the outskirts of campus. The sunset was beginning to darken the sky, but you didn’t feel the cold that was already taking over the air. In your heart, there was only emptiness, a sense of not being enough for anyone.

With your face buried in your hands, you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to escape. Maybe, just maybe, if you could end all the pain once and for all, life would be more bearable. The thought of disappearing lingered in your mind, and before you could think it through any further, you began to walk toward the edge of the bridge.

It wasn’t an easy decision. Not at all. But in that moment, the idea of escaping the pain seemed to be the only thing that made sense.

But before you could make any move, you heard a voice behind you, a voice that made you freeze in your tracks.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

You turned around quickly and saw him. Minho. It wasn’t what you expected. Instead of his usual indifference, there was something in his gaze, something you couldn’t read, something that made you feel a little more vulnerable.

"What are you doing here?" you responded, trying to stay calm, but his closeness threw you off.

Minho didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, watching you, as if he were assessing something in your expression. Finally, he took a step toward you.

"I don’t know what the hell is going on with you, but you can’t keep doing this." His voice was softer than you expected, but still carried a layer of discomfort. "You’re not someone I can ignore much longer."

You felt like the ground beneath you was giving way, but it wasn’t the bridge that terrified you. It was him. His gaze was still intense, but something had changed. He wasn’t treating you with contempt, like in class. Now, there was something that almost seemed like... concern.

"You don’t know anything about me, Minho. You don’t know what I’m going through." Your voice cracked, about to break, and the tears you had been holding back finally found their way down your cheeks.

Minho remained silent, watching you. He didn’t fully understand what was happening, but he could see the pain on your face, and though he didn’t know how to deal with it, he couldn’t ignore it.

"Then explain it to me," he said, his tone softer, more serious. "If you really want me to understand, explain it. I’m here."

For a moment, the idea of opening up to him terrified you. You didn’t want to be vulnerable, not with someone who had never shown any interest in your well-being. But something in his voice, in his gaze, made you decide to trust him.

"I feel alone." Your voice was barely a whisper, but the words were enough for him to take another step toward you. "No one seems to see who I really am. No one knows everything I go through every day. And you... you’re just another reminder of how insignificant I am."

Minho didn’t interrupt you. He just listened, and for a moment, something changed in his expression. He no longer saw you as the annoying girl who got on his nerves. Now, he saw someone hurt, someone who just wanted to be seen and understood.

"I don’t know why I’m getting involved in this," Minho sighed, his voice low, as if he were fighting something inside himself. "But I’m not going to let you do something stupid. Not after everything you just said."

He looked at you intently, and for the first time, you couldn’t see disdain in his eyes. There was something genuine there, something so out of place for him that it took you by surprise.

Minho stepped closer and, without thinking, gently took your hand.

"You’re not alone, you hear me?" he said, more serious than ever. "Whatever you’re going through, we’ll get through it. Together."

You looked into his eyes, searching for a lie, but found none. Although you didn’t fully understand it, something in his gaze made you feel that, maybe, just maybe, he had suffered in some way too.

In that moment, you realized Minho wasn’t just the arrogant, distant guy who made you feel invisible. He was someone with his own demons, someone who, deep down, needed someone like you. And maybe, just maybe, he had started to see something more in you.

Finally, a small smile appeared on your face. It wasn’t a full smile, but it was a start. A start that gave you hope that maybe, just maybe, not everything was lost.

"Thank you, Minho," you said, your voice a whisper, but with more strength than you’d had all day.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like pain wasn’t something you had to face alone.

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SPOILERS FOR ONYX STORM BELOW

This is your last warning to avoid spoilers!

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I have so many questions and thoughts about Onyx Storm and I thought I'd make a post about them. If you know the answers to any of the questions or just want to have a discussion, feel free to comment, DM me, or reblog!

First, I'm laying out the groups that were together at Draithus during the final battle:

Group 1: Imogen/Glane, Dain/Cath, Quinn/Cruth - the tower/walls

Group 2: Xaden/Sgaeyl - south

Group 3: Rhiannon/Feirge, Maren/Dajalair, Cat/Kiralair, Sawyer/Sliseag, Neve, Bragen, & Ridoc/Aotrom - helping the civilians evacuate at the Medaro Pass

Group 4: Brennan, Mira/Teine, and Tairn - escaping to the cliffs

Bodhi is a weird case because he starts off with Violet, then Cuir carries him away towards the cliffs, but then he is spotted by Cath to be with Xaden and then leaves Xaden to help Imogen at the tower. He doesn't actually speak after Cuir takes him away and RY doesn't explicitly state that the wound on Cuir's chest is ACTUALLY from a wyvern. That part I could be looking too much into, but we know Bodhi met up with Xaden at one point before Xaden took off on his own which is highly suspicious and the vagueness concerning him afterward is also strange.

Anyway, here are a list of questions I have and they are all out-of-order:

Who is Berwyn's son/sons as he mentions having another?

Why can't venin kill their Sages?

Why did Andarna come back so quickly? Was the bond actually severed or did she know what was going to happen on the battlefield? She didn't contribute to the fighting, did she? What did she learn with the irids?

Who is the new venin? The biggest suspect is, of course, Bodhi because of the strangeness surrounding him during the battle, the fact that Violet is now Duchess and he's not Duke of Tyrrendor, and the fact that he knew about Xaden's condition since the beginning. Garrick is also a contender, but I highly doubt it. I also wonder about Lindell or Lewellen. It isn't stated that they knew about his condition, but they are his adoptive fathers, so who knows? I'm also wondering about Kaori because of his obsession with Andarna and the venin seem to revere irids. Hear me out, but what about Tecarus? Theophanie was going on and on about giving Violet what she wants most and Tecarus has the ability to see someone's greatest desire... Queen Maraya is also now dead and he has the throne. It seems pretty ... coincidental.

How can alloy-hilted daggers kill dragons? And how was a Sage able to wield one? I thought they killed venin?

What is Berwyn's signet? He seems to be a dream-walker, too.

What power was Panchek given by Berwyn? The venin are overtaking the Continent, so it must be a personal power. Is he venin, too? His dragon died, but RY never mentioned Panchek dying with his dragon, right? Also, do we even know Panchek's signet? He seemed to know where Violet was at all times, so it may have something to do with location or maybe knowing particular people's futures/thoughts? Without touching? Did the venin give him a special signet?

Why did Jack call dragons villains? They've also been called gatekeepers of magic. Why are the Empyrean really? Are dragons actually bad? Why did the irids leave?

Why does only the Continent seem to have magic? Is it because that's where the dragons live? But they seem dependent on it, not the cause of the magic, so it has to be something else. The Isles have muted colors which makes me think venin are somehow involved, even though they never ran into one on the isles.

What is the connection between the Isles and the gods. Are gods connected to dragons? There are six gods and seven breeds of dragon, unless the irids actually aren't dragons in the traditional sense. Is there a seventh god? They may not be related at all, but it's interesting to think about. Six gods, six traditional breeds of dragons, six people with the most powerful signets all walking the Continent at the same time...

Xaden mentions that he knows of one other initiate that wanted to or tried to kill their Sage. Who is it? Jack?

Sages/Mavens can hide their eyes and veins, so I wonder who in Basgiath could be a Sage or Maven? I don't know why, but my bet's on Felix lol

What exactly is the interpretation of Violet's promise to Xaden? It's implied that she's to protect Tyrrendor and the end of the book seems to support that, but what did Xaden mean by "sound the alarm"? Wouldn't they just know he's venin because of his eyes?

What is the difference between being touched by a goddess and dedicated to a goddess? Are they compelled to follow the god/goddess's wishes like initiates are with Sages? Are Sages like some kind of dark god?

The irids mention being aligned rather than being bonded with dragons. What does that mean? It's these one-off comments that make me suspicious.

In the end, Violet wakes up with no memory of what happened after the fight with Theophanie and waking up in the courtyard of Riorson House. Here's what I think happened:

Xaden approached her with some sort of plan that involved stealing eggs from the hatchery (again, the number six: one of each breed?). Of course she joined him and some riders and elders tried to stop them and ended up dead by, apparently, Xaden. I'm inclined to think that other venin may have made it as far as the Vale and they were the ones to take out the riders and elders and Xaden and Violet (along with the other four riders) fought them off. Venin completely disappear when they're killed. Of course, wyvern don't, but maybe there were just venin involved, I don't know. Or maybe the Empyrean are the enemy and now there's going to be civil war between dragons. Anyway, then Violet asked Imogen to erase her memory so they couldn't read her mind and figure out what happened and Xaden and Sgaeyl fucked off to who knows where. Tairn is not going to be happy about that. It sounds like he was injured, too, or maybe his bond with Sgaeyl was broken? Can that happen? They can't be away from each other for long before feeling pain and Xaden left, so...

Anyway, Andarna says that she won't let 'them' burn Violet, so I'm assuming she's going to be charged with treason.

It's going to be an interesting 4th book, that's for sure.

Let me know your thoughts!

[techhiz]

I need to know how will the Terrains,Autobots and Decepticons react to a cybertronian having a fox as there altmode lol :3

I love your writing so far can't wait to see more in the future :3

"The Fox in the Midst."

The moment you arrived, things changed.

It wasn’t every day that Cybertronians encountered one of their own with an altmode so… unusual. Cars, jets, motorcycles, and even construction vehicles were the norm. But you?

You transformed into a fox.

Not a mechanical, quadrupedal scout drone. Not a battle-ready, feral beast. A sleek, agile, vulpine form that moved as naturally as any organic predator. Small but fast. Sharp but evasive. A perfect balance of grace and danger.

And no one knew how to react.

When you first arrived at the Autobots’ base, the silence was deafening.

Twitch blinked rapidly, optics flickering as if recalibrating. “Uhh… is that… a real altmode?” she asked, glancing at Thrash for confirmation.

Thrash’s optics widened. “I mean, it’s awesome, but—how? You could’ve picked anything, and you went with that?”

Optimus Prime, ever the composed leader, examined you with unreadable optics. “I have seen Cybertronians take on many forms,” he mused. “But a fox is… unconventional.”

Bumblebee folded his arms, lips curling into a half-smirk. “I gotta admit, that’s kinda cool. You could sneak around anywhere.”

Elita-1 nodded in approval. “Stealth-based altmodes have their advantages. Your size and mobility could be an asset in battle.”

Then there was Megatron.

He studied you, expression unreadable. His servo lifted, tapping his chin as he considered your form. “A fox,” he finally said, voice low and contemplative. “A creature known for cunning, adaptability… and mischief.” His optics darkened slightly. “I hope this is not a reflection of your loyalties.”

You met his gaze without fear. “I could ask the same of you, ex-warlord.”

A heavy silence settled over the room.

Then, to everyone’s surprise—Megatron chuckled. A deep, genuine sound that rumbled from his chest. “You have nerve, little one. I respect that.”

The tension eased, but the curiosity lingered.

Nightshade was the first to break the silence. “Oh, this is fascinating!” they exclaimed, optics practically sparkling. “The engineering required to shift into a quadrupedal form while maintaining structural integrity—tell me, how does your transformation cog handle the spinal realignment? Does it cause strain? What about balance?”

You blinked. “I… uh…”

Hashtag gasped. “Wait, does this mean you can do, like, those crazy fox jumps? Y’know, where they leap straight up and dive into the snow?!”

You smirked. “I can.”

Thrash practically vibrated with excitement. “Okay, okay, but can you, like, run up walls like those parkour vids? That would be so sick!”

Twitch, however, frowned slightly. “But… aren’t foxes kinda small?” she asked hesitantly. “Wouldn’t it be harder to fight Decepticons?”

Before you could answer, Megatron cut in. “Size does not determine strength,” he said firmly. “I have seen warriors half my size bring titans to their knees.” His optics locked onto you again. “Do not underestimate the power of a smaller frame.”

That was… oddly supportive.

Mo stepped closer, her head tilted. “So, like… are you fluffy?”

Your expression remained neutral. “…No comment.”

Facing off against the remaining Decepticons was another story.

Soundwave was eerily silent, his visor flashing as he scanned your form. He tilted his helm slightly, then gave a slow, calculated nod. Approval? Curiosity? Hard to tell.

Swindle burst into laughter the moment he saw you. “Oh, this is rich! You mean to tell me—out of all the altmodes out there—you picked a woodland critter?”

You smirked. “Coming from the guy who turns into a Jeep?”

Swindle’s laughter cut off. “Hey! My altmode is practical!”

Skywarp and Nova Storm exchanged glances, the Seeker duo visibly unimpressed.

“A fox? That’s just a fancy way of saying small,” Skywarp scoffed, arms crossed.

Nova Storm nodded. “Not much use in a fight. No wings, no armor. Seems like a liability to me.”

Rather than respond, you transformed.

In a blink, you were gone—nothing but a blur of movement weaving through the shadows. Before Nova Storm could react, a sharp tap landed against the back of her helm. She spun, only to find… nothing.

Then, just as quickly, you appeared behind Skywarp, claws grazing the sensitive plating along her side.

She yelped, jerking away as you smoothly shifted back into your root mode.

“Speed.” You gave them a pointed look. “Stealth. Precision.”

Skywarp bristled. “I let you do that!”

“Uh-huh,” you said, voice dripping with amusement.

Starscream sneered from the sidelines, arms folded. “Hmph. Impressive parlor tricks, but let’s see you take on a Seeker in the air.”

You smirked. “Why would I fight you head-on when I could just outmaneuver you?”

Starscream’s wings twitched. “That’s—” He scowled. “That’s beside the point.”

Soundwave let out a single, quiet ping. No words, just… acknowledgment.

Skepticism faded.

The Autobots came to respect your skills—Optimus trusted you with intelligence missions, Elita saw you as an invaluable scout, and Bumblebee found himself impressed by your evasive techniques.

The Terrans outright adored you. Twitch and Thrash constantly sparred with you, Hashtag recorded your movements like a sports analyst, and Mo was still convinced you were fluffy.

Even Megatron, who had initially been wary, acknowledged your cunning.

And the Decepticons?

They learned not to underestimate the fox.

Because while you might not have been the biggest or the strongest…

You were always the smartest one in the room.