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crowinkwriting · 4 months ago

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Lin Kuei Members Headcannons

This is more based on the 2nd timeline. Not MK1. This is kind of a what Kuai Liang has managed to restore Bi Han and Tomas. I will not explain myself.

Kuai Liang:

While Bi Han is the more powerful of the two, Kuai Liang is the more disciplined.

He likes to read a LOT. If he’s not on a mission, training, or hanging out with Tomas, he’s reading. Especially books about science.

He’s a massive chemistry nerd. His fascination started when he was a kid and started using his ice powers more. He loved seeing how his cold power affected things around him, and it just kind of spawned off into an interest in chemical reactions.

When he was a young man he was really interested in the use of technology when fighting and working with Sektor, however after the cyber initiative he’s more like Bi Han. He’s not quite as bad as his brother but anything more advanced than a landline is a no.

Very strict about being viewed as professional and expects all his students to be on their best behavior whenever someone is visiting the Lin Kuei. Even if it’s only the Kombat Kids dropping by, everyone damn well better behavior. He has a reputation to keep up after all.

Acts annoyed with Johnny Cage but does secretly appreciate his friendship.

He used to get annoyed with Johnny Cage’s ice puns and jokes because they reminded Kuai Liang of Bi Han’s jokes when they were younger.

Has all the confidence in the world in a fight or when leading, but could not flirt to save his life. The second anything romantic comes up he just freezes (hehe) up and isn’t sure what to do. If he does come up with something it’s usually the cheesiest ice pun pick up line any man has ever said. He grew up in an environment where romance wasn’t really allowed so he has nothing to go off of, but he can always fall back on ice puns like his brother taught him.

Bi Han:

Has claustrophobia but tries really hard to hide it since he thinks the other members of the Lin Kuei will view it as a weakness. The only person that knows about it is Sareena and that’s only because she figured it out on her own, he never actually told her..

He loves his mother a lot and is the only one of the three kids (him, Kuai Liang, and Lisa) that actually remembers her.

His mother and his childhood before he joined the Lin Kuei is a sore spot for him and he almost never talks about it.

Sometimes, rarely, when something triggers an early childhood memory for him he talks to Sareena about it, but other than that he won’t talk about it. Not even if asked.

“Bi Han” was not his birth name and he knows this. He also knows Kuai Liang’s birth name but never told Kuai Liang what it was and Kuai Liang doesn’t remember his birth name.

Has a very low social battery. Can maybe go an hour or two before he starts getting annoyed or antsy when in social environments. This is another one of those things he tries his best to hide cause he thinks he’ll be mocked for it. Kuai Liang and Tomas know but never bring it up cause Bi Han will just deny it.

Do. Not. Touch. This. Man. There is a very very small group of people who can put their hands on him without getting immediately punched.

Very technophobic. To the point that this man doesn’t even own a phone. If anyone wants to talk to him they can either speak with him in person, send a letter, or if they insist on a phone call they’ll have to call Sareena or Tomas and ask to speak with him. He just doesn’t want anything to do with technology and is very open about this opinion. He’d even mock Sektor for his reliance on technology.

He is a cat person and had one as a kid, but kept it hidden since he was afraid it would be taken away.

Sonya is the only member of the Special Forces that Bi Han actually likes.

Very protective of the women in his life, even if they’re just a friend. This mainly stems from him being unable to protect his mom as a kid.

Tomas:

He is the youngest among the group (Bi Han, Hydro, Kuai Liang Sektor, Cyrax). Although he and Kuai Liang are pretty close in age.

He doesn’t remember his life before being taken by the cult but does know he’s Czech and he remembers his name.

He likes to listen to rock music and was the one who got Sareena interested in it as well.

Frost:

She is a lesbian.

Confident fighter but this woman has 0 rizz. The second a pretty girl is put in front of her, her brain just goes blank and her fight or flight kicks in.

She is a ferret person. If she could she’d have 10, but Kuai Liang only lets her have 3 at the most at one time.

Little tech nerd. Even reminds Kuai Liang of a young Sektor, which does worry him sometimes. She’s not as extreme as Sektor though and not nearly as reliant on technology to fight.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #bi han #kuai liang #tomas vrbada #frost #mk frost #mk tomas vrbada #mk bi han #mk kuai liang #sub zero #sub zero kuai liang #bireena #bi han x sareena #my headcannons #my writing #lin kuei #mk lin kuei

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autisticrosewilson · 6 months ago

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In Trouble

Um. This is a joke that's not a joke that spawned from a conversation with @perseus-jackass about Nurse! Jason and Red X! Grant, that spiraled into a Miraculous Ladybug style love square situation lmao. OG's will remember when this was an ML blog, you could say I'm going back to my roots. Also this story is omegaverse! It's not really mentioned till Jason's pov but I don't want to blindside anyone

"Scream if you have to." Robin says gently, before wrenching his shoulder back into place. Grant does scream, he jerks and writhes but gloved hands hold him in place while his bones shift under the skin. There's a white hot pain that spreads through his arm, an aching relief as everything is realigned, and then everything goes prickly and numb.

Grant lays there panting, staring up at the smoggy night sky. Gotham doesn't even give him the courtesy of stars after subjecting them all to her madness. Robin had at least been kind enough to lay down his cape before his impromptu field med session, but goosebumps are spreading up his arms the longer his bare torso is in contact with the New Jersey air. At least Robin had helped him remove his shirt instead of cutting it off, as he'd threatened to.

"Good job," Robin praises, "you took that so well!" He grins, a certified Robin smile. Suddenly, Grant knows where all the stars went.

"Uh, thanks." Grant says absently, eyes tracing over the glint of too-sharp canines peaking out from cracked lips. Robin's a lip biter, he notes, the flesh has been scraped off. They'd probably bleed with little to no effort.

Grant wants to try, wants to taste it.

Slade clears his throat, and Grant remembers that his family is in the room, among several other hostages, and about twelve previously armed men who are now very unconscious. Robin himself has moved onto taking stock of everyone in the room, likely doing a head count and checking for any other injuries, but he signals for Slade to wait. He tilts his head slightly, finger coming to rest on the communicator in his ear.

"Okay folks, police are en route and the parameter has been cleared. I'm going to lead you all to the nearest exit, keep your head low and try not to make any noise. Listen carefully and stay behind me." Robin pops out of his crouch, helping Grant up as he gives the group orders.

"Look, kid-" Slade starts, and is promptly cut off by multiple snorts from the other hostages. The Gothamites, Grant realizes when he notices how calm they are. The collective reaction seems to throw his father off for a moment, but he continues. Grant feels a flash of second hand embarrassment. "Shouldn't you let the professionals take care of this?"

Robin smiles placatingly, it's got customer service written all over it. "I understand this is an upsetting situation, especially for a tourist, but we have everything handled." He assures.

Slade goes to say something else but Robin doesn't spare him a second glance, pulling out a handful of zip ties from one of the pouches of his belt. He gets to work ridding the men of weapons before tying their hands behind their backs, and then looping more zip ties through those to fix them all firmly together. None of them would be going anywhere anytime soon. He kicks all their guns to a far off corner anyway for good measure, but pockets a hunting knife one of them had been carrying.

"Secured," Robin chirps to whoever is on the other side of his comm, "Where to next?" He rolls his shoulders, resting his hands on his hips. After a moment Robin nods to himself. "Got it, meet you outside."

Grant watches as he heads towards the door, most of the hostages easily following his orders, they stay close together and seem to default to herding the omegas and pups in the middle. He almost gets swept up in it, shielded by the crowd, but then Slade's big hand is on his back bringing him and Joey to the front of the group just behind Robin.

He's shorter than he seemed earlier, when he was looming above Grant, backlit by flashing red lights like a blood soaked angel. He's slimmer without the cape wrapped around him, but with his gaze stuck to the muscle flexing in Robin's thighs he can tell the dark haired boy is stronger than he looks.

Robin leads the way, crouched low and keeping to the wall. The crowd does the same, unusually calm as they gently shush the children and tourists who aren't quiet enough. The implicit trust is breathtaking, the easy way that Robin commands the crowd with a cocksure smile and easy confidence. They only run into trouble once on the way to the exit and Grant barely has time to flinch before him and Joey are both shoved behind dad. Grant strains to see how Robin reacts to the two guards rushing at them but all he can make out is a flurry of movement and flailing limbs. There's the cracking of bone and then Robin's ringing laughter and then the hallway is still and quiet again. Slade's grip on his shoulder is still tight, Joey still pressed to Slades back. Grant nudges forward in time to see Robin securing the unconscious bodies.

He turns back to the crowd, hair a little messy and cheeks a little red but hardly even out of breath, and motions for them to keep going. They do, the group easily parting around the crooks before clustering back together. Like fish, Grant thinks, absently reminded of a trip to the aquarium not long ago.

They all file out in a straight line when they reach the exit, Robin holding the door open and checking behind for any stragglers before breaking away from the group to stand beside Batman. He looks even smaller next to the imposing figure of the Bat, but the cops seem to take his orders seriously.

Grant is pulled away by Slade and he barely realizes where they're going until he hears his mom's voice. She pulls him into a hug, all warm tobacco and vanilla but it almost doesn't register. She pulls Joey in next, peppering his face with kisses and surely staining it with her dark lipstick in the process. Her and Slade are talking about something over his head, but everything sounds like it's underwater. His attention is pulled back to Robin, sitting with some of the younger pups who are having their statements taken, someone's chubby toddler being bounced on his knee. He assumes the man in the nearby ambulance is the child's mother if his intent gaze and round belly are anything to go by.

Without thinking he clutches the fabric around his shoulders tighter. It's heavier than it looks, soft but tough. The outside is plastic-y, like a raincoat, but the inside is silky fabric slips pleasantly over his skin. He feels a tug on it from behind him, tuning back into the immediate conversation.

"Now what is this?" His mother frets.

His mouth opens but he doesn't say anything at first. "Robin gave it to me." He manages, the first thing he's said all night. He clutches the cape tighter, unwilling to let it go. It's a comforting weight, it feels like all that's keeping him on the ground, like if he lets go he'll simply float away.

His mother reaches for his face, tilting towards her. Her eyes are sharp but not angry, studying his expression and the look in his eyes carefully. Whatever she sees makes him purse her lips and glance towards the ambulance. "Oh my baby, you're in shock." She tells him, but the meaning behind the words doesn't register.

"First time getting his shoulder reset, he'll be fine." Slades voice, an attempt to be reassuring. Grant tenses before the words fully compute.

"WHAT!" His mom's voice is loud and shrill enough to make his ears ring and he knows they're going to start a fight.

He's shaking, he realizes, gaze dropping down to the trembling of his good hand where it's resting on her elbow. He doesn't remember moving it. Her skin is warm under his hands, he can feel the way her muscles are tensing as the voices around him raise.

He turns back to Robin, but the boy is already staring at him. At least Grant thinks so, hard to tell where he's looking with the white lenses, but he's facing Grant's direction. His lips are twisted, displeasure or concern maybe, and Grant wants to soothe him but he doesn't know how. Then his head tilts, just slightly, and Grant realizes that Robin had been looking at his parents. He can feel Robin's attention on him fully now, settling over him like sunlight. It's warm and grounding and he can feel his body again. Robin smiles, small and proud and encouraging. A secret just for Grant, to keep and cherish and own. And then Robin is turning, attention maddeningly taken by the others that Grant has just remembered. He feels cold, the kind of cold you feel in the early morning when you've just slipped from your warm blankets, the kind that settles on your skin and then sinks into your bones.

Grant's eyes don't leave Robin until the car pulls away, and as he's craning his neck to catch one last glimpse he sees Robin standing on his tip toes to wave Grant goodbye. He waves back, but the windows are tinted and they're already too far away.

Jason has a secret, and an embarrassing one at that. He knows if anyone ever found out he'd never be able to live it down. Jason doesn't even know how it started really, it's not like he's ever been interested in the latest trends or celebrity gossip.

Jason will blame Rena, because it's easier than analyzing the alternative. Technically it started with a routine hostage situation, but for deflection purposes, it starts with a link to an app that's trying too hard to be Vine. He'd squinted at it, toothbrush still in his mouth, half convinced it was a rickroll.

Jay: Why are you up?

Ren: Why are YOU up?

Jay: I asked you first.

Ren: I messaged you first

Jay: Not how that works.

He had rolled his eyes at the time, finishing up his nightly routine, reluctantly chewing on the multivitamins he's supposed to take every night before bed. The gummies only, never the pills.

Ren: did you watch the video

Jay: I'm not clicking an unknown link, Rena.

Ren: wow full name

Jay is typing...

Ren: Not an excuse for you to use my real full name

Ren: seriously watch the video!!

Jason remembers huffing, he probably put it off till the last second, until he was curled up in bed and on the cusp of finally getting some rest. It's all secondary to the video though, the familiar face split into a wolfish grin, those pretty eyes catching the flash of cameras and sending a wink towards the viewer. It's obviously some kind of rich person event, paparazzi lined up and a carpet laid out on the damn ground, but you wouldn't know it from how the boy is dressed. The orange and blue jacket over the button up would probably make him snort usually, but all he can think about is broad shoulders and warm skin under his hands. Unwarded he remembers what Grant's bare chest looked like, and then the image of strong shoulders wrapped in Jason's cape. He doesn't know how many times he watches the video before the next message comes through.

Ren: isn't he hot?

Jay: Who is he?

Jason already knows of course, but Rena doesn't know that, and he's not keen on informing her. She might start getting ideas.

Ren: Grant Kane, he's some old money CEOs son from New York or something

Jay: And?

Kentucky, Jason corrects mentally, Adeline Kane is from New York but the Wilson family lives in Kentucky.

Ren: I heard his mom is coming to your charity gala next week

Jason's heart skips a beat, teeth sinking into his lip to bite back the giddy grin trying to break through.

Jay: Once again, and?

Ren: And? C'mon when do we get to see new faces at these things? Especially ones as pretty as his!

Jealousy twinges in his chest, churning hotly in his stomach for a moment before he's hit with a flash of guilt.

Jay: oh? You interested

Ren: Pft nah

Ren: this is for you

Ren: my ducks are in a row

Jay: Hurtful, but whatever. I don't even know him. Maybe I don't want that duck in my row.

Ren: Start being real with yourself rn

Ren: I'm coming over tomorrow so we can decide on what you're wearing<333

Usually he matches with Bruce, or Dick if he shows up. He can only imagine what Rena is going to try to talk him into. Technically, Jason is unpresented, even though everyone else his age has already. Most pups present around thirteen, Jason is turning sixteen soon. Leslie says it'll be any day now, that with time, and love, and a steady three meals a day Jason will come into his own in no time. Jason isn't so sure.

Rena herself is a beta, but she's always been a bit of a rule breaker. More so than Jason anyway. She always goes above and beyond with her outfits for these things, with the kind of passion obviously bred from living with the biggest fashion mogul in Gotham. He can only imagine what her plans to play matchmaker are going to entail.

Ren: I've enlisted Eddie to help me

Jason stops, fingers hovering over the keyboard, jaw slack. The indignity! He doesn't need a- an intervention to help him get a date!

Jay: When did you guys even start talking?

Ren: YOU gave me his number

Jay: That was a courtesy! You weren't actually supposed to use it!

Ren: 😜

Jason scowls at his phone. He switches over to his chat with Eddie, certain the omega is still awake watching a terrible obscure movie he's going to tell Jason all about when they see each other again.

Jaybin: I've been betrayed, forsaken, abandoned.

KD: Ok edgelord lmao

Jaybin: STOP laughing I've been the victim of a conspiracy!

KD: Are people on Twitter calling you guys vampires again or do they have something more interesting?

Jaybin: Not that kind of conspiracy.

KD: ???

There's a pause as Eddie stops typing, Jason assumes to go Google it, before his speech bubble pops up again.

KD: Is this about me and Rena wingmanning for you

Jaybin: SO YOU ADMIT TO IT! FIEND! SCOUNDREL!

KD: Weird way to say thank you but okay

Jaybin: I don't need help.

KD: ok well we would LIKE to help

KD: please let us

Jason purses his lips. He hates when Eddie does this. Like he's the one being difficult here. Sometimes he feels like everyone treats him even younger than he is. Just because he hasn't presented doesn't mean he's a baby. He can't wait to be sixteen, hopefully by then he'll know his designation too.

Jaybin: Fine, but I retain full rights to veto anything you pick or any plan you make.

Eddie's response is a gif of a cat doing a happy dance, and though he rolls his eyes he likes the message. He's added to a new chat immediately, one with the three of them in it. Rena sends the video to this new chat, apparently named Operation: HONEYPOT. Jason finds quickly that his lack of admin rights means he can't change it.

He huffs, watching the two messages back and forth. Sending photos he's already seen and telling him information he already knows about Grant. The screen slowly goes dark as his eyes flutter closed, burying his face in the milky hazelnut scent just barely managing to cling to the shirt he's been using as a pillowcase, the MCTC logo pressed against his cheek.

It's a guilty pleasure, he supposes, Grant's smell in his nose as he imagines what his voice sounds like, of Grant pressing into his touch instead of flinching away. He switches to an app easily passing as a calculator, inputting the password without thought to pull up the tracking grid.

He skims over everyone else's - Bruce and Alfred are in the manor, Natalia is in her manor on the boundary of Little Italy and Summerset, Dick's phone is at least in his BludHaven apartment, Barbie is still staying at her dad's house until she gets used to her wheelchair - the one he's looking for is marked with the Robin symbol, blinking steadily, somewhere in Kentucky. The sky is probably clear for him, a star filled sky unobstructed by the pollution of the city. He imagines Grant staring out at the sky, red lip caught between his teeth, thinking about Jason. What he might be doing as he does.

Jason nods off, eyes fluttering shut, matching his breath to the gentle pulse on the screen.

#jason todd #Grant Wilson #dc #my writing #love square au #jaygrant #crack treated seriously #Ask me about my lore for this au. please. PLEASE.#70% chance I respond with a snippet because that might be the only way I post content for this again #Red X #don't ask me about timelines or ages that's not what this is about #Rena cameo!!#oh hey I think I made Jason more of a freak than Grant for once #there's no out stalking a bat okay if you go Stalker 4 Stalker you're gonna lose #btw this is the prologue of sorts so it takes place in the past #this is circa like 2016 or so #if it wasn't clear the Robin cape is what had the tracker on it not Grant himself #Trouble verse

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tobeywobey · 1 year ago

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this is me asking about your grandberry pirate gillion au :0

YESYAYYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this spawned cuz of a swordfish supercut and also the joke lizzie made abt "you come on this ship you're my crew"

ok SOOO its canon-compliant UP until 53/57, around there ! gilly takes Not Ferin Well a whole lot worse, especially the almost jay betrayal! hes basically the same as he is in canon (atleast to jay and chip) but hes so upset over jay lying to them this whole time even after what theyve been through together. lizzie and caspian roll up on the half a ship and yk yk, gill goes to help and lizzie makes the "hes on my ship, hes on my crew" and. gill just thinks shes serious and hes shocked and then kind of relieved? he didnt know how to confront chip and jay about what happened on block and now he doesnt have to! and so he just. says goodbye to jay and chip and lizzie is like oh shit youre fr? ok welcome aboard. LOL .

jay and chip take this as well as youd expect! theyre obviously very betrayed and upset, and chip is mad at both gill but also Lizzie cuz in his mind she has just taken his best friend away from her :( they go their separate ways after an argument between all of them (mainly gill, lizzie and chip) and jay keeps trying to convince chip to go back, chip keeps trying to sail them forward and is even more deadset on finding arlin now (they drop off ollie way sooner, as soon as they get to zero-- which they leave for after allport)

gill would start to feel guilty but also the training hes doing with caspian and lizzie starts to help him, and hes also coming to terms with being in the oversea and in his mind the grandberry ship is helping him a lot!

anyways a lot of time passes, both ships go on canon-compliant adventures (HOWEVER. grandberry pirates fight off against the navy a lot more than riptide crew does in canon, so gill is also dealing with that .)

since it starts out near ep 50ish, its near ep 100 where they are reunited (in the black sea!) niklaus tempts lizzie (and by proxy the rest of the crew) by saying if they go and help him with what he needs (which is uh. gillion. its the same thing he wants gill to do in canon) that he will bring ava back (he can Totally do that guys.) and then he gets A BIT SILLY and goes to riptide pirate crew (atp theyd have all the normal npcs minus queen cuz that was all gillion's doing) and is like. Do you Want your Fish Guy? Hes somewhere in the black sea. find him for me and ill make sure he comes back to you guys . :D (he can also Totally do that.)

they meet in the black sea, have the same battle they did when they first got there (both albatross and grandberry together) and gill is still the one who saves jay which leads to sillyness ^_^ gill and jay . talk it out and whatnot, chip (once he stops refusing to talk to gill) and gill argue about it and have. surprise. another ice arena moment. theyre so insane.

---also extra notes--- :D

i dont exactly think hed say hes happier on the grandberry ship than with chip n jay i just . think hes definitely less worried about being the main protector? he knows caspian and lizzie can hold their own (not saying jay and chip cant its just .. you know..) and is living with a lot less stress and also has worked through undersea trauma like how he does in canon except with lizzie and caspian so . hes definitely living a better life, and if offered a place back on the riptide crew he wouldnt just abandon lizzie and caspian after all that especially cuz he still has lingering pain from jay betrayal ^_^

has lizzie/ava (past), swordfish QPR (i love them), liz/casp (QPR) (have you heard how caspian talks abt liz?), and uh........ yeah thats it.

also little idea idk where to fit in here . thinking abt gill missing ollie and chip (once theyve made up) being like "the three of us can go back to Zero and see him!" and gill is just like .. "chip this is my family now, im so much happier here than I have been (OUCH.) I can't in good conscious rejoin you as a riptide pirate after i've spent so long with as a grandberry pirate. However I would Like to see ollie." but both ships go and see ollie bc. yeah ^_^. chip is. devastated :(

hes much stronger and also slightly crazier! the navy trying to kill you will do that to you ^_^

i feel like i had something else to say but i forgot it.

#sorry for this absolute beast of a post.#THE VOICES #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #grandberry gillion au #tobytalks

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starrbar · 2 years ago

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Alright, I was encouraged by the smol family of HeroKel shippers on here, so now that I have my ass in order, here's the Headspace Abuse AU I spawned out of some horny energy last month. xD

CONTENT WARNINGS: Physical abuse, neglect, gaslighting(?), spiders, brocon/incest if you choose to see it ;3 Also spoilers for Omori!

If you stumble across this post as someone who despises this kind of content, I sincerely apologize for that. I don't intend to main-tag this, but I'm not 100% positive how tagging works on Tumblr anymore. The Read More should cover that though. Have a nice day!

In one of the playthroughs of Omori I really like, they have this ongoing joke where Kel is just bullied all the time, especially by Hero and Aubrey. Every time Kel says anything, Hero says stuff like, "Kel, I'm going to BEAT YOU when we get home" or "Ohh Keeeel, I'm getting the BELT!!" and it's just met with Kel screaming, "NOOOO NOT AGAIN PLEASE!" and everyone's laughing about it and stuff. And man, I'm REALLY not usually into any kind of incest kinks (just personally not my thing), but I'd lowkey be fine with an rp/fic where Hero just abuses Kel all the time and has him basically trained to obey and cower out of fear. x'D

Adding onto that, I also had so much fun with the Basil deaths in Black Space, so now I just imagine like Basil is the Kenny of the group, and he just dies horrible deaths all the time and comes back later, and no one even bats an eye beyond giggling or saying, "Oh wow, he's gonna feel that in the morning, tee hee!"

And then when Basil goes missing, Hero and Aubrey start putting Kel through a lot more shit because even they they don't really notice it, Basil's constant deaths and pained screaming do keep them pretty entertained.

Omori isn't phased by any of it ofc, since he's kiiiind of the one pulling the strings here.

I'm not sure how Mari would respond to everything. Maybe it would be funny if she just acted like she always does and almost as if the stuff happening is just silly goofy bickering or stubbed toes, and she'll say stuff like, "Awww, don't worry, Basil! All you have to do for a spider bite is (I don't even know, but like generic advice for a single, non-venonous spider bite)!" And Basil is just like, "-gross sobbing- O-okay...!" while being devoured alive by a billion spiders or chomped in half by a giant one ahahaha.

Then she'll tell Kel, "Aww, Hero got mad at you? Well... you did step on his foot after all. But just apologize and talk it over and I'm sure he'll come around in no time! ^u^" and this is like, what you tell someone if all the angry person did was snap at them or get upset and leave for a bit. But Hero literally broke a branch off the nearest tree and beat Kel with it until it broke lmao.

It's like... ultra horrific tbh? But I kind of love soaking in more of that type of freaky shit. It's almost appealing BECAUSE it's the absolute last thing that should ever be happening??

Kel is an absolute sweetie and deserves the world, Hero is a kind and patient big brother who immediately apologized and improved himself the one time he was ever really mean to Kel, and Aubrey is honestly a very good person despite putting on an edgy face when she got older and trying to push people away. She's never out to truly hurt anyone.

So it's kinda fun to twist them up in this awful way, especially since the game itself kind of already did most of the work for me and all I did was enjoy that and also take a meme from a video series and run with it.

I mean holy shit, there's legit a whole scene in Black Space where Basil's DW friends all beat him to death and then act like everything is normal and fun. It's CANON, and everything I wrote here is of a similar caliber, just with the invitation to view it as abusive shipping if the reader desires.

Basically I'm roleplaying with myself and enjoying the sadistic story I end up with x'D

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years ago

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Here’s the Ineffable Husbands one-shot based on the prompt I mentioned.

Warning: I dunno, imaginary friend is actually a tulpa???

On with the fic!

Day thirty-seven, and Crowley was beginning to wonder if he shouldn’t have taken up this mission.

Oh, sure, everyone had praised him for being the only one willing to do this, hell, people hailed him as a fucking hero because he chose to go up all by himself. He only did it because, really, no one else was going to do it, and he was already a lonely guy. Now he got to be lonely in space.

The mission itself wasn’t bad, it was a research project of growing plants in zero-gravity for longer missions. Another reason he took up the job was because, honestly, he was the only person involved with the project that knew a damn thing about plants. He wondered if his cousin, Muriel, was taking care of his plants back at his lonely, cold flat.

Not much different from the ship he was in, except that had his giant bed that he didn’t need to be strapped down into every night so he didn’t float off.

Crowley heard the sounds of his music player filling the space with the sounds of The Velvet Underground, filling the space with a calm noise instead of the silence of his home for the next seven months. He sighed and glanced out the window, where he could see the beauty of the universe. At least this view was something he enjoyed, something that brought him joy every day. It always changed, the ship drifting and allowing him to see stars and objects at different angles.

As he stared out into the sky, he saw something zip through the darkness, a shooting star. When he was a little kid, Crowley’s very religious family didn’t like his interest in the sciences, especially space. Something about lies trying to corrupt good people into believing the universe didn’t revolve around the Earth.

He remembered his grandmother told him that shoot stars were not chunks of ice, but actually angels passing by Earth to bless it.

“Heh, maybe she was right, maybe this is an angel coming to check up on my lonely ass.” He scoffed, watching the sky out the window. Then he sighed, gently knocking his head against the glass. “Would be awesome if it really was an angel, then I wouldn’t be alone out here.”

While Crowley had left religion behind when he was kicked out of the family for coming out as bi, he still had a lot of stories ingrained in his brain. His grandfather, who wasn’t too much of an ass to him like the rest of his family had been (sadly, the old man who actually was cool enough to get him ice cream at the park and not call him the spawn of Satan for his red hair died when he was only five), told him a story about an angel in Eden who shared kindness to the First Humans, and even to the Serpent.

He was a guardian and a protector of all creatures on Earth, even if said creature was the first demon who came to Earth. Apparently, that angel had a name.

“I’m gonna call you... Aziraphale.” He said, looking out at the space where he had seen the comet. “You’ll be my guardian, right? Protect me from things out here, keep me company? Gonna chat with me and help me with my only little slice of Eden here? Maybe even shelter me from a meteor shower with your wing?”

He let out a pitiful laugh and shook his head, pushing away from the window to drift off somewhere else in the ship.

Crowley found himself in front of his garden of different plants, greens, veggies, berries, checking to see how everything was going in the lack of gravity.

He stared at some of the strawberries, which were looking good on their growth. He jotted down a note about that. “Think these will be ready to be dipped in chocolate by next week, Aziraphale?” He asked, talking to no one but that comet he saw a few days ago.

It had started as a joke when he had gone to find something to eat and had just loudly asked ‘Think that a tasty rack of lamb or maybe a truffle and duck dish would be best to night’ as he pulled out one of the ready-made meals, a joke on how shitty the food was. He had found that... as crazy as it sounded, there was a comfort in cracking a joke at the empty place to his right when he had turned.

Now, Crowley found himself doing that, asking questions and pretending that there was a conversation happening. As he continued to do this, Crowley found himself thinking that his angelic comet, Aziraphale, had a stuffy, posh voice. Maybe there was a hint of Welsh to his accent, for certain words? He seemed like he would have that. He also seemed like the sort of angel that spoke with silly words, like scrummy, or tickity-boo.

“Ah, you’re right, best to give them another ten days. We want them big and juicy.” Crowley nodded, as if his question had been answered. “Now, the blackberries, you’re right about those! Perfectly plump, ready to devour!”

He plucked one off and sniffed it, before holding it out to the empty space to his right. “Tell me what you think? Juicy? Tart? Excellent, just how they should be.”

He popped it into his mouth and smiled at the angelic void.

“It’s not bebop! It’s classic rock! Or somethin’, can never remember what the true genre was for this band. And Queen is not bebop either, stop thinking that, angel!” Crowley laughed as he tried to find a good playlist to workout to while Aziraphale ‘sat’ in the room with him.

“Oh, of course you’d think that. Any music that came before the release of LPs is what you would deem as real music! Live a little, enjoy the classics of the 20th century! Can’t all just sit about listening to the classical greats. Who, mind you, are probably in Hell.”

He snorted, thinking he heard the stuffy response of ‘Well, be that as it may, at least Heaven has all the best choreographers!’

Crowley snorted again and laughed, throwing back his head. “That’s not the same! Alright, alright, how about some Beatles? Lots of people like ‘em, you might too.”

“You know, I’ve never eaten an oyster.”

‘Oh, well, let me tempt you!’

“Ah?”

‘Oh, well, that’s your department.’

“Hahaha, still think I’m actually a demon in disguise. You and my parents and siblings, ha! Nah, I’m just a bloke who sometimes wears a cute dress and heels.”

‘I bet you look lovely in them, dear.’

“Aw, thanks, angel. Tell you what. When we’re done with this mission and we get back to Earth, I’ll put on my favorite, little black dress and you can take me out for oysters.”

‘That sounds marvelous!’

“It does, so, it’s a date then?”

‘Very much so, my dear.’

“When I was little, I remember running away from home and found myself at the library. I wondered about the aisles and found a big book on astronomy. It was like nothing I had ever seen or read before. I saw pictures of astronauts and knew right then and there, I wanted to be one.”

Crowley looked at the person to his right, angelic and human all at once. “I wanted so badly to go up and see the universe with my own eyes. I wanted to find heaven among the stars.”

‘And did you?’ Aziraphale asked, smiling at him.

“I think I did.” Crowley smiled in return.

“It’ll take a few days to get back to Earth, and they want me in stasis.” Crowley frowned, looking at the special pod that he had slept in when first shot into space for this mission. It took five days to get to his locations, and it would take five days to get back to Earth.

“Will you be alright?” Aziraphale asked, worry in those multiple hazel eyes.

“I’ll be fine, angel.” Crowley smiled, touching his cheek. “I’ve got my own, personal guardian angel to protect me, don’t I?”

Aziraphale put his hand over Crowley’s own, leaning into the touch. “Of course, I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’re alright, dear.”

“Thank you. And when we get back, remember, we’ve got a date.” He winked at the angel, who smiled brightly, illuminating the small space.

Crowley stepped back and got himself strapped into the pod. The lid closed over him, and a sweet-smelling gas filled the space, making him drowsy. “See you in a few days, Crowley.” He heard Aziraphale say as the darkness took over. “Dream of whatever you like best.”

“Sir? We have a problem.”

“What is it? Was the landing bad? Had something gone wrong?”

“No, it... it actually went perfectly, as if something guided it down with ease.”

“Then what’s the matter?”

“Well... scans indicate that Dr. Crowley is alive and perfectly healthy. However...”

“However?”

“There’s... another life reading inside the ship with him. And it’s unlike anything we’ve ever seen before.”

The ship was still where it had safely landed, and people waited outside, nervous and worried. The reporters and journalists waited with baited breath, having no clue what had the scientist and officials worried, then again, no one did.

The door opened, and out stepped Dr. Crowley, looking exhausted and a bit unsteady, but he seemed perfectly healthy, even more so than an astronaut should for such a mission. He blinked, squinting at the camera flashes, before giving a tired wave.

Someone approached, one of the scientists. “Dr. Crowley, how are you feeling? Was the mission alright?” There was an unasked question, but Dr. Crowley didn’t seem to notice.

“Fine, everything went perfectly well and I feel great. All thanks to my guardian angel.” Dr. Crowley smiled and the poor scientist looked confused and alarmed.

“Guardian... angel?”

“Yeah. Hey, Aziraphale, come out and see the Earth! It’s a beautiful, sunny day, you should see this.”

The crowd watched in horror as something moved from within the darkness of the ship. A hand grabbed the side of the entry, then another, followed by another, and another, and another...

Then eyes glowed in the darkness, and a smile could be seen.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #john's drabbles

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mythvoiced · 7 months ago

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-. here lián-core (pt.1) hyello~ i'm working on inbox (there aren't a lot bc my inbox is busted and some of them are for rainy days heartus i intend to keep, but... i forgot how to write KLDSGJDFLH) but because i needed to spawn on dash--

I CHANGED HIS FC I'M SORRY DFGKLDJHG but look: here and here, like, he looks problematic which is exactly what lián is supposed to look like

sensible chuckle king, you will never not catch this man laughing or chuckling when the person in front of him wants him to

will literally stare at someone getting beat up while walking past the scene, will not stop

i need him to be the kind of character people will go 'gosh you're such a bastard but damn it if you aren't enjoyable to watch fuck shit up'

get ready to be lied to~!

fucks. that's it, that's... how do i put it... uhm... uh... he... well... so... he kind of...

he's one of those creepy motherfuckers who smiles if you slap him across the face

i cannot stress enough how much he enjoys people losing their cool

he needs attention, do not give it to him

i mean it, if you give him attention too often he won't want it anymore from you and will abandon you, i'm not joking

it's an issue, he wants attention from those he considers somewhat interesting and especially from those he figures aren't likely to give him attention, but it needs to be difficult to obtain, if it's too easy? nah

has developed a nasty dislike for straight women (i am so sorry)

if you sniff out astarion vibes you would not be too wrong (i just realized there are some, like, right after writing that last line)

no, haha, don't sacrifice yourself for me because you think i'm a sensitive and defenseless beauty haha it's gonna reveal to everyone how righteous you are but also that i'm a villain who's been manipulating you all along haha

he eats goody-two-shoes for breakfast and spits them out at lunch

in a world in which queer marriage was as granted as early as straight marriage, lián would get entire tv specials detailing how he'd black widowed 6 husbands before he got caught

if you punch him in the face and his nose starts bleeding he'll be so delighted

he's not a masochist, mind you, he just thinks provoking people is fun and if you hit him he's usually just right about whatever he's accusing you of (in his head, at least)

suddenly so very interested in toxicology haha (nobody tell his father)

it was very fricking obvious that there was foul play in his mother's death, she died of suffocation after all but hey! whatever~

bonus-core for liú shùn (劉順) a lil scholar kind of guy i wanted to make

all i have in mind for him is this visual of him standing somewhere in brown robes (or dark blue ones more likely i think) while holding a bunch of books and listening in to someone of a higher rank than himself say stupid things and he's just staring at this person and even though there's not a shift to his features you can tell he thinks whoever he's listening to is full of shit

very duty-bound, so to speak, honestly, he hangs onto that 'nope sorry gotta do my job' shit with white knuckles and a clenched jaw, okay, it's all he has!!!!!!!!!

to put it in some pop culture tropes perspective, he's the strict intellectual kind of character, yknow, the one someone else would want to try and get out of their shell except that he's actually respected for staying inside his shell (for now)

but fuck lián would fucking hate him, they're the same brand of useful except that lián has advantage on all charisma based rolls and shùn has advantage on all intelligence based rolls, they might be mortal enemies, actually

his family was likely well-off for a while, but then something happened!! and while they didn't fall into disgrace exactly they don't hold the same social status they used to have, it's probably a relatively minor shift considering they're still more privileged than others, but they bemoan it anyway

i'm thinking this guy could do it

will reject advances SO FAST!!! 'uhmmm??? no, sorry????? thank you, also your clothes are wrinkled, bye'

like he's got that rom-com potential of being held hostage by some villain more powerful than him but he hates how that some villain is running shit in their own abode so he just Fixes the entire household staff and the empire real quick

villain voice: STOP finding the errors in my tax returns i WANT them to be false!!!!!!

#;ooc #the smile;about #i cannot stress enough i've written a bunch of things and they feel and sound SO OFF #i'll post them anyway? because maybe my writing style is just changing and i need to get used to it #BUT HELLO~ and bye again i just jumpscared the dash to force you to look at my cute lil dash icon #also i was just reading something about stab wounds on pinterest and ye olde pinterest suggested i save it to chén's board #which is dsklgjSFDKGLASKLDGFH nice~#ANYWAYS gotta go back to doing some other things ♥ i wore my cute lil hat today HEHEHEHE~#without being mortally embarrassed by the supposed femininity of the lil bow on it which is CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

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twisting-roads · 3 months ago

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okay coming back to elaborate some more on this because I do have something I really want to say. This post was mostly just a shitty joke to lead into some kind of Actual discussion around RW's design, or at least what I think about it.

Excuse this- it might be a bit of a mess. Though what I say has less to do with this image and more WHY the creature placement is the way that it is

I think the increased number of predators around the world is done really well, in both vanilla and DP. It's RW's main way of challenging the player, alongside trying to navigate and use the terrain to your advantage. I don't think there's an issue with the balance between hostile and neutral creatures.

You get plenty of interactions with creatures like scavengers and squidcadas who are plentiful in some regions of the game. With centipedes and lantern mice and other creatures who are secondary consumers- on your level.

These creatures usually eat batflies, who seem to be the main primary consumers of this world. That and maybe the background insects. And that's it.

IDK when I first played rain world I never thought about the trophic pyramid, I was more focused on trying not to fucking die. But I've been playing this game for a bit now and its been long enough for me to want to pick apart how these things interact with gameplay

With rain world they don't really tell you whether or not the gunk that covers the architecture around you is alive, and if it's even an autotroph. And its not really important for the most part. Who knows what those batflies are eating, but there's enough room for you to shrug it off

The problem here isn't the lack of plants or bugs at the bottom of the food chain, or even in the middle of it. I can imagine a million explanations and headcanons to where all the producers really are

No, the problem is infact the apex predators. The lizards and the giant centipedes and the vultures

In vanilla the creature placement was a lot more thought out, even for Hunter. The red lizards and king vultures and such you see at the "start" of the timeline disappear and seem to have died off. Which makes sense.

Because of this previous point I'm going to exclude Artificer, Spearmaster, and Gourmand from this point because I think they're FINE. The problem of an overuse of predators DOES get somewhat of an explanation as they start to disappear near the end, and are necessary as the slugcats are much more combat focused anyways.

No. This is about Rivulet and Saint (Mostly Saint). This shitpost and all of this is just to lead me into one of my BIGGEST problems with downpour.

Rivulet's campaign is fun. It's a race against the clock between exploring and navigating through 2 new regions (Submerged was always there but now you can actually... EXPLORE it). It's done really WELL. With having to fight the rain timer getting to Pebbles, with a break in the middle, and then having to go through Submerged Superstructure and fight the clock against your own breath timer

But you really only explore half the RW map. Rivulet isn't about the creatures outside of Rotten Maw and Submerged, since you're likely just jumping over and running past them anyways

Because of this restricted campaign pathway, it feels as if all the other regions were neglected, especially in terms of creature placement and what not. Not like you're required to go there, so why bother?

It's not a huge issue here anyways. Hey, I like the addition of centiwings in some of the other regions. There still is some lizard variety around, and the influx of salamanders and eels makes sense with heavy influx of rain. I don't blame the DP devs, it's a hard balance to get

But Saint?

In Saint, there's no green or pink lizards. There's no king vultures.

But there's yellow and caramel lizards.

So. Many. Yellows.

It doesn't make any sense. Yellow lizards come in packs of 2-5 and they're EVERYWHERE. Every previous lizard spawn has a 75% chance of apparently being a yellow lizard now. They're being placed in rooms not DEIGNED with these lizards in mind!

They're so thoughtlessly placed that I often saw yellow lizard colonies mixing in with each other in places like outskirts or industrial, which isn't a forbidden rule but it feels WRONG.

Yellow lizard packs were spaced out enough and placed in a variety of areas where their unique ability could benefit the most from it.

It's like the developers didn't know what to do after designing a tongue ability for Saint, and needed to make their campaign more difficult.

There's no way there's enough food in this frozen hellscape for all of these yellow lizards.

And then in undergrowth- a place intended to be thriving with life- there's 3 lizards. 2 blues and an eel. That's all you get.

It makes a lot of Saint's campaign just feel the same.

I think RW has a fine ecosystem. Infact, I believe the reason it's like that near the start of the timeline is because its an UNSTABLE ecosystem. It's chaotic and messy and still in the process of balancing itself out.

I just don't understand how at the end, it somehow returns to this chaotic feeling with Saint. It's ridiculous.

TL;DR this post was not about the lack of producers (as much as I joked about it), it was about the Saint yellow lizard problem.

this is what rainworld's trophic pyramid looks like

#itref #godddd sorry I've been wanting to get this point across for a while.

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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years ago

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The Bakugou Kids - Bakugou Katsuki

(Dad)Bakugou x (Mom)f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Cursing

Summary: Bakugou and Y/N love their son with their entire beings, but sometimes, parents need a break. Especially when those parents are responsible for creating a literal demon spawn. He is kind, well behaved, and cute of course! But he does have Bakugou blood in him. With Y/N already away on a girls trip, Bakugou has to find out how he’s going to deal with his (now) many, many kids.

A/N: You passed down your duplication quirk down to Katsuo.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” You asked your husband as you stood at the doorway. “Katsumi may be a calm baby but she’s still a baby. And Katsuo’s quirk just kicked in and it is mine. I would know how difficult it can be to manage.”

“Stop worrying, Babe. It’s just a duplication quirk. And he’s only 5, how powerful can it really be?”Katsuki said, wrapping his arms around you. “Just go on your little girl’s trip with Ponytail and Racoon Eyes. I can handle the brat.”

You looked at your husband with a raised brow and smile before rolling your eyes and giving him a kiss. “Alright then. I’ll see you in a few days!”

With that, you walked out of the house and into the cab to meet your friends at the resort. Katsuki chuckled before walking back into the house to find his son napping on the couch. His spiky, blonde locks were all messed up with bed head while his E/C eyes he inherited from you remained shut. Katsuki walked over to his newborn daughter and picked her up while he took a seat next to Katsuo’s sleeping form, rubbing at his soft hair until he woke up.

“Can’t be all that bad, right Katsumi?”

The baby girl merely cooed with sparkling ruby eyes that mimicked her father’s.

—

Wow. Wrong. He was so wrong! It had only been 2 days since your departure but things had already gone so wrong! When you said your quirk was difficult to manage, Katsuki thought it would be difficult for Katsuo to manage. Not him!

Katsuki should’ve known his son would’ve taken the opportunity to act out while his mother was away. He had always been your little angel while Katsuki saw him as his little gremlin. With Y/N gone, Katsuo has been pushing all kinds of limits. Limits that had Katsuki beat.

Katsuo had been fortunate enough to inherit a quirk. And not just any quirk, but your quirk. Duplication. Basically, he can create copies of himself. When you were his age, you could only create 4, max. Katsuo was different though. He had Bakugou blood flowing through him. He was advanced the second he was born. So now, Katsuki was stuck looking after Katsumi, Katsuo, and Katsuo’s 16 other copies.

“Aye! Number 15, you’re gonna break that lamp! 11 and 8! Don’t wrestle in the mud! Go take a bath! NUMBER 3 GET OFF THE KITCHEN ISLAND! KATSUMI!” The adult blond screamed, looking for his infant daughter, eventually finding her sleeping in her little rocker on the living room floor. “Oh right, you don’t talk yet.”

Katsuki sighed as he slumped down next to his daughter, and leaned his back against the couch. He looked around the room and saw the 17 Katsuo’s making a ruckus around the house. All he could do was question how the hell is 3 month old daughter could possibly sleep through all this.

Katsuki almost lost all hope for humanity until a knock was heard on his front door. Knowing exactly who was there, he quickly got up from his place on the floor and ran to the entrance. “You idiots are finally here!”

Katsuki pulled in his 3 friends, the boys of the Bakusquad, and slammed the door shut. The 3 friends all stood in shock at the sight of the house. Not that it was overly messy or anything. It’s just that there were about 16 more figures in the house that aren’t usually there.

“You gotta help me!” Katsuki said, running infront of them, shaking his best friend’s shoulders. “I love my kids! I do! I love Katsuo, I swear! BUT I DIDNT SIGN UP TO BE A FATHER OF 18 FREAKING DEVILS!”

“Okay! Okay, relax man. We’re here.” Kirishima said, patting his friend’s shoulder as he wept. “How the hell are we gonna take care of 17 little Bakugous?”

“Right? We thought 1 Kacchan was a lot. Then you brought another one into the world, who apparently brought some unannounced friends.” Kaminari joked.

“They’re demons!” Katsuki exclaimed. “This has to be some fucking Karma for the shit I did. I knew I should’ve listened to my old hag better. Now shits came back to bite me in the- HEY! PUT YOUR SISTER DOWN! SHE’S NOT A FOOTBALL!”

Katsuos number 7 and 5 placed a sleeping Katsumi back in her rocker with an annoyed pout before running off to play something else.

“Welllll, there’s nothing that 3 cool uncles can’t fix!” Sero enthusiastically said. “Hey kiddos! Who’s ready to have some fun?”

All the mini blondes stopped their movements, some freezing mid-air, and looked to the slim man. They all shouted in joy at the sight of their uncles and ran to pounce on the 3 men, including their father. From the point of view of the boys in the Bakusquad, it looked like a Bakugou stampede.

“Run, run, RUN, RUN, RUUUNN!!!!” Kaminari screamed as the boys all ran for their lives to escape the herd of Katsuos. This was going to be an interesting day.

—

Safe to say after the day had passed, the boys of the Bakusquad were completely exhausted. Sero had half his clothes torn, Kirishima’s hair fell from it’s great spikes and even lost some red hues, Katsuki’s eye bags had never been heavier, and Kaminari was just straight knocked the fuck out. They were all thrown across the couch as Katsumi rested in Katsuki’s arms.

“What do we do?” Kirishima exclaimed.

“I don’t know.” Katsuki said, looking at his scrambling son(s). “There’s just too many.”

“And we’ve already lost a soldier.” Sero said pointing to Kaminari’s sleeping form. Katsuki and Kirishima followed his gaze and bowed their heads in respect towards the defeated Kaminari.

“Well now what? Is Bakugou just supposed to live like this for the next 3 days?” Kirishima asked.

“Hell no. If I do, there’s not gonna be anymore Katsuki. I’ll just be some body without a soul because my damn gremlins sucked it outta’ me.” Katsuki said with his head dropped down.

“Well how do we get them to calm down?” Sero questioned.

“I don’t know. They’re all mini me’s. Nobody could get me to relax.” Katsuki said in defeat, but that’s when Kirishima had a lightbulb go off for him.

“Except for Y/N!” The red head said, popping up from his seat on the couch.

“Uh, if you haven’t noticed Shitty Hair, this all started because she’s away on her trip.” Katsuki said with sarcasm as he looked at his friend as if he was an idiot.

“I know that! But Y/N wasn’t the only one to tame you, Bakugou!” Kirishima said in excitement.

“So then who else?” Katsuki asked.

“You know,” Kirishima smirked. “Denki’s favorite person. Y/N and.........”

It took Katsuki a second before his eyes popped when he finally got it. “No!”

“Yes!” Kirishima said.

“No way! We’re not going to her!” Katsuki complained.

“Who?” Sero asked.

“Nobody!” Katsuki screamed.

“Oh it’s somebody alright! Somebody who was able to tame the beast in Bakugou the second he was born!” Kirishima said.

“Who?” Sero asked. Katsuki finally sighed before he gave in, realizing this was his only hope for sanity. He grabbed his phone and made a quick call before explaining to his dark-haired friend.

“The demon of all demons...”

—

The door opened to reveal a tall standing brunette and an elder feminine blonde.

“...My mother.”

—

The boys of the Bakusquad all sat lined up on the couch as Mitsuki stood at Katsuki’s end and smacked her son’s head.

“You idiots! Y/N leaves for 2 days and all hell breaks lose?!” Mitsuki screamed at the 3 young men.

“You old hag! Quit hitting me! Ima’ grown man for crying out loud!” Katsuki screamed as he rubbed his head. Masaru simply bounced the sleeping Katsumi in his arms as he watched the scene play out.

“Well if you’re such a grown man then why can’t you manage your own kids without your wife’s help?!” Mitsuki argued, leaving Katsuki silent as he grumbled. The eldest blonde sighed before continuing. “Alright listen, I’ll watch these little devils for the next few days until Y/N comes back. I’d love to spend some time with my grandbrats. Why don’t the 3 of you go take a break and-“

“THANKS! Let’s go losers!” Katsuki said dragging his friends to the exit. Mitsuki and Masaru only laughed at their son’s behavior as they began tending to the kids.

The boys of the Bakusquad all quickly walked out of the house and headed for their cars as they all walked together.

“So, where to?” Sero asked.

“We could go head up that new resort in Tokyo!” Kaminari suggested.

“Naahhh. That’s where Y/N’s having her girl’s trip. Wifey would kill me if she saw me there instead of at home with the kids.” Katsuki said with his hands in his pockets. Kirishima raised his brow at this.

“Oh? So then, maybe we should go back and-“

“You know, on second thought,” Katsuki said with wide eyes once Kirishima made the suggestion. He took his hands out of his pockets and placed them behind his friend’s backs to keep them moving. “Maybe she won’t kill me..if I’m lucky..and wish..upon a shooting star....a million times over. Hah.....yeah. TO THE RESORT!”

As they walked, Kaminari attempted to look at the house once more, prompting Katsuki to turn his friend’s head back around. “No, no, no, don’t look back, they can smell fear.”

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heheheee i am excited now, can i please get a BoB ship please

i am also totally that person that copy and pastes my description of myself because i can only think about what i do for so long before my brain feels like it's going to explode, for someone who has a big ego, i cannot for the life of me remember what makes me me sometimes

anywayyy I'm 5'4 with long dark brown hair and brown/hazelish eyes. I'm extremely extroverted and love socialising and talking to people and flirting hehe. I can come off as a little cocky sometimes but i am just highly confident in myself and what i do (even if sometimes i am bluffing for the sake of bluffing it till i make it hehe). I'm currently studying psychology and am going to be an officer in the army one day (i'm already an infantry reservist so already starting a little). I spend a lot of time at the gym and focusing on eating well as i strongly believe in keeping fit and treating myself right so naturally, i am on the muscular and not super skinny side. I am the mum/dad of my friend group cause for some reason i give those vibes off, maybe it's just cause i'm good at herding all of my mates together and telling them to sit down and shut up. Probably also because i'm extremely empathetic, like to the point where i kinda unconsciously take on other peoples emotions. In past relationships i've been pretty chill and independent but most of them haven't worked out because i need a man who shows me he want to be with me and if i don't get that then i kinda lose interest. I am also extremely chaotic, like just 24/7 even when i feel like shit you will catch me being spontaneous as hell or laughing my ass off at my own jokes and just always gotta be using my brain for something. I have been described by a lot of people as intimidating or a 'spitfire' cause i'm small but very outspoken and prepared to fight a bitch if they try me or especially my friends. I've also been told i'm scary by a lot of my guy mates cause if you try talk shit i'll put you in your place pretty quickly. Just generally like first glance and chat i'm an angel but later on you realise i'm the devils spawn idk

hello dearest I am soooo sorry this has taken me so long to get to, life's been chaos for the last while but I'm enjoying writing today and I'm on a roll! Anyway enough rambling

I ship you with Ron Speirs

Somehow the two of you trademarked sarcastic flirting and made it your thing. Like you actively search each other out just to do it

He loves getting into psychology talk with you because he finds it so fascinating and loves debating things and ideas with you.

Literal parents of the company. When everyone's acting the idiot there's no duo better than the two of you to gather the troops and whip them into shape.

His favourite thing about you is how kind and understanding you are. Like he'll see you having a deep conversation with someone who's clearly upset and it melts his heart.

He doesn't mind that you're a bit chaotic and always have to be doing something, in fact he thinks it's great cause you usually drag him off to do something fun.

But he somehow always knows if you're putting on a brave front and are actually having a down day.

Everyone knows that if they piss off one of you, they've actually inadvertently pissed off both of you and they're in big trouble cause nobody does a double death glare like you and Ron Speirs. Luz swears he saw someone actually collapse from the weight of those glares.

#band of brothers #bob #hbo band of brothers #bob ship request #bob ships #ron speirs

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beforecreation · 24 days ago

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This was most unexpected. His assumptions were that there were no more than the three types of people he had spotted in his earlier venture: servants, husbands, and hooded figures that kept to themselves. This little girl had fit none of those descriptors by looks alone, and certainly behaved much unlike any human child he had seen before. Messy and unsavory, she has the gall to drool all over the place, disrupting his current activity of reading as his eyes adjust to meet his latest visitor. A frown firmly across his face, he shuts the current book and sets it aside, he did not spend hours navigating the halls of this wretched kingdom and gathering snippets of information for a nosy child to interrupt him.

But she spoke unlike any ordinary child, she spoke as if she were a predator, waiting to strike and gobble him up with those sharp teeth of hers. A confusing and visceral thought, one he did not care to wonder about how she would go about doing such a thing. Whether or not this child merely trying to scare him, or disgust him, he realizes that her loyalty laid with the avaricious queen given her speech about catching betrayers.

However, the thought of someone so young and small supposedly being put in charge of punishing the malcontent causes him to snicker briefly. He couldn't help it, for all his years alive, he could never take the words of the youth as a serious threat, even if the world he now occupied was far different than his own. If she truly was a predator of some kind, there would be no fear for her to feast upon by threatening him.

"You must be joking." He utters without a thought, sarcasm as dry as it can be slipping from his lips. "Save both of us some time, and spare me your threats."

With that, his ashen eyes are taken off this mysterious, messy brat, and grabs a tome to study the language of. To think, she proclaims herself some kind of enforcer to be weary of. how laughable, how pitiable for someone so delusional to think that they possess power over him. Delusional... just as the woman who started this whole mess to begin with. His eyes shift back to the girl who had yet to leave his side, and with a sigh, he forces a smile upon his face once more.

"Why... don't you worry, little one. My interest is purely so that I may admire her more. She is woefully closed off after all, my heart simply... cannot handle it. I fear for our connection, should she keep this wall between us."

Nothing but lies have been spewed, but if this child was the daughter of the queen as he suspected, then his attitude would surely be reported back at some point. If not now, then at some point in the near future to be sure. This facade of a lovestruck and hopeless fool was important to keep up, regardless of how much he had to bite his tongue. Patience was an essential tool, and even though the destroyer's moods had been subjected to swinging around on even minor provocation, exerting control over himself was of the utmost importance.

This wasn't a situation he could simply wield his power around without consequences.

"And to answer your earlier questions, you are correct in that I am no beast. I am divine in nature."

He supposed that hanging onto his identity as a god posed no harm. The ever insatiable queen had stated her refusal to acknowledge him as such, but that meant nothing to Beerus himself. He knew who he was, and no one would take that away from him. Especially not his supposed partner to be.

But perhaps the current situation wasn't all bad. If he may gain a repertoire with this child of hers, perhaps her assumed mother may give even more leeway to appease the desires of her spawn. Engaging with someone who had in no uncertain terms voiced a voracious desire towards him did not appeal in the slightest, but if things may turn in his favor, he would have try to grasp any opportunity that presented itself to him. If nothing else, he hoped to gather the basics from her.

"And now that I've answered one of your questions, why don't you answer one of mine? You and your queen, what are your names?"

Something felt off, a subtle shift in the air that hinted at an intrusion. Someone had slipped into the library, an unwelcome presence that had somehow navigated the labyrinthine depths of this vast sanctuary. The library itself was a sprawling expanse, far larger than it had any right to be, housing countless volumes from every corner of the globe. Some books contained mere whispers of knowledge, while others held captivating tales of the cult's origins and the immense power contained within their pages.

Here, too, lay the entire documented history of every nation the cult had laid waste to, alongside the names of every victim they had claimed—those they had slain, those they had enslaved, and those they had resurrected as soulless soldiers for their dark army. This place was a stronghold for the cult, ruled by power, yet brimming with secrets.

As he settled into his chair, ready to delve into another tome, an unsettling awareness crept into the room, as if something unseen was observing him.

She could already taste his essence, a tantalizing hunger stirring within her as she yearned to consume such a being. Yet, the rules were clear: husbands were off-limits. They were not to be touched, not to be taken, and nothing could be done to them unless the command was given, releasing them from their titles and allowing them to be devoured or toyed with. As he lifted his gaze from the pages, he caught sight of her—a girl, a child, perched on the table beside him. Her golden hair cascaded down, spilling over the edge like a waterfall, and in an instant, her head snapped up, locking eyes with him.

“Now here is a presence unlike anything I have ever encountered loomed before him. What are you?” A formidable beast, a force of nature that she couldn't recall summoning. “You radiate the essence of a great disaster, yet you are not one of my three beasts.”

The girl grinned, revealing a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, glinting like daggers in the light. With a predatory gaze, she rose and glided toward him, her elegant white dress flowing around her. Her small, bare feet made a soft tapping sound against the table as she approached, stopping just inches away, looking down at him with an insatiable hunger. Drool dripped from the corners of her lips, splattering onto the pages of his book. Though she couldn't devour him whole, she yearned to consume his name. If she could feast on his name, she could savor his memories, transforming him into the perfect partner—docile and uncomplicated, another one of the foolish ones who followed her every whim.

She had done it before, and she could do it again. This one was a delicacy meant for someone of her caliber, and the thought of having him sent shivers of delight through her. She fought against the overwhelming urge to leap upon him, to sink her fangs into his skull and devour his name, or at the very least, some of his memories, erasing them from existence.

“You’re not the first to wander into this place, and you certainly won’t be the last. If you think you’ll uncover something valuable here, you’re sorely mistaken. Just like those who came before you, searching for treasures or secrets, you’ll find nothing but the insatiable hunger of Greed. I’ve devoured all who try to betray one of us, and I won’t hesitate to feast on you too if you dare to threaten them, especially before the wedding day. Keeping them content is the key to keeping everything in motion. “

She stood there, they were all part of the same insidious cult, with Greed reigning supreme. It was far wiser to align with them than to oppose them. She played her part, hoping for the scraps that might fall from their table, for that was the essence of her existence. In this wild world, a wealth of food was everything; the more you possessed, the more fulfilled you felt. It was a love affair with abundance—an insatiable craving for flesh, for meat, for names, for memories, and for souls. She could never get enough.

“You’re squandering your time. By the end of the week, you’ll be wed, and if you dare to act against her, she’ll either end you or mark you as prey. When that happens, you’ll be trapped in her with me, and I’ll relish the thought of devouring you alive.”

#long post cw #fallesto #// smh smh beerus you can't just make assumptions like that they don't even look alike

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bunnimew · 3 years ago

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TheJackestFrost is Live Ch 1

Rating: T Fandom: Rise of the Guardians Relationship: Jack Frost/Pitch Black Tags: Twitch Streamer au, Youtuber AU, Modern AU, They play video games and flirt, Humor, Fluff Summary: For @rotg-hope-week : Day 1 Marshmallow Peeps

Jack and Pitch are video game streamers who know of each other, but never had a reason to cross paths...

Until now.

On AO3 here.

“Well,” Pitch said as his player spawned on the map again, “I must apologize to all, what, twenty of you? For the…” Pitch glanced at the corner of his screen, “thirty-seven minutes I have spent in this maze so far. I can only hope the sheer number and vast creativity of my deaths has been sufficiently entertaining for you.”

He laughed at the sudden influx of morbid jokes in the live chat. “Oh, yes! I’m definitely doing this on purpose. I’m discovering every possible way to die in this maze so that all of you don’t have to. The cost of my sanity is a small one.”

Amidst the teasing jokes that Pitch had no sanity to speak of, the chat absolutely exploded.

“What?” Pitch glanced over, but had to look away to steer his character. Still, he couldn’t help but check it every couple of seconds as name after name that Pitch didn’t recognize at all scrolled through the chat. “Who— Where did you all come from?! Thank you for joining! I—”

Pitch had to stop talking. An enemy emerged from the floor and Pitch, despite the evidence of the last thirty-seven minutes, did not actually want to die in front of so many people.

“Shit, Ah—Be cool, be cool. Hello, everyone! I am definitely, absolutely, on purpose discovering just how many times one person can die in this maze. That’s totally what’s happening here!”

Pitch made a face and attempted to dodge with his whole body, when only the buttons his fingers pressed mattered. His regulars in the chat were making their usual comments about Pitch’s skills and the occasional, “We liked him before he was cool,” joke.

It was sweet of them, and some of the newcomers were getting along well, but the sudden speed of the chat meant Pitch was unable to read the messages and reply like he usually could.

It was… nice to have so much attention, especially with how generally positive it was. The number of viewers did taper off, but many stayed, and Pitch felt popular for one night, even though he knew it was temporary.

These were Jack Frost’s subscribers. They were only here tonight because Jack raided him. Tomorrow night, it would be someone else, and Pitch’s fame would fade.

-o-

PitchesBeLike: Good evening. I wanted to thank you personally for the raid last night. I’ve never had so many people in a stream, and probably never will again. It was very kind of you.

Jack stared at his screen, excited and nervous in equal parts. Pitch was messaging him? In DMs? All private and shit? Jack bit his lip, puts his hands on his keyboard, then pulled them away again.

Obviously, he needed to say you’re welcome. Obviously. But what else did he say? He wasn’t really being kind. Jack raided people all the time, and Pitch was just playing an interesting game last night. Jack liked him, yeah, but it seemed weird to be thanked for a dice roll.

Jack took a breath and put his hands back on the keyboard. If he was honest, he didn’t know what to say because Jack wanted to say everything at once. He thought Pitch was so cool and he would love to chat in DMs with Pitch more often but if he just said you’re welcome and moved on, Pitch wouldn’t ever message again. But if Jack went too hard, Pitch would never message again because he would find out the deepest darkest secret of Jack’s life which was that he really wasn’t cool at all.

Jack chewed on his lip and at least wrote the “You’re welcome!” part out. He could start there. After several starts and stops, some ctrl+x’s of the whole message and some actual banging of his head on the desk, he finally wrote:

TheJackestFrost: You’re welcome! It was no problem! I really like the game you were playing and thought everyone might like to see you play it. I hope the stream went well?

Jack patted himself on the back for ending with a question. Good on him for keeping the conversation going. Now all he had to do was not say anything too incredibly embarrassing and he might survive.

PitchesBeLike: Better than I would have expected, but I’ve been told I’m a pessimist. I did gain some subs out of it, so I very much appreciate it. Thank you again.

TheJackestFrost: I was happy to do it! I hope more people check you out. You’re a lot of fun to watch and I’m glad I could help some people see that.

PitchesBeLike: I had no idea you’d ever seen one of my videos. It’s an honor. Do you mind if I ask how you found me?

Jack was very glad for the probably thousands of miles between them right now because his face felt so hot. He was probably red as a tomato, but Jack didn’t have his cam on right now, so he couldn’t see it.

Jack had been struggling in a game that he was playing just for himself several months back. When he got frustrated, he looked online for someone else’s stream in the hopes of learning a thing or two. What he learned was that Pitch’s voice felt like velvet in his ears and that Jack could listen to him for hours and not give half a fuck what he was saying, as long as he kept talking.

Jack was not going to tell him that. Maybe ever.

TheJackestFrost: A game I was playing a while back had me stumped. I ended up watching your playthrough. It was really helpful, and I remember laughing a lot. You’re definitely worth watching. It was just coincidence that you were playing something I thought my viewers would want to see when I signed off last night! But I’m glad it happened.

PitchesBeLike: I struggle to believe I got through a game that you couldn’t figure out on your own. But if that is what happened, then I’m glad I could help. I’m truly flattered that you think so highly of me. Thank you.

Even Jack’s ears were feeling hot by this point. He placed his hands on his keyboard to respond, but before he could, another message popped up.

PitchesBeLike: You’re the one out here making people think peeps are a good thing!

TheJackestFrost: Just found those videos, huh?

PitchesBeLike: I have been so confused for a whole week wondering where all these peeps and fire references were coming from. It’s you. You’re the bastard.

Jack couldn’t help himself. He laughed out loud at the accusatory tone that came through so clearly in text.

He was also thankful that the topic was suddenly so much less formal. This was the kind of conversation Jack could pick up again tomorrow and keep going. And… he wanted that. He wanted to message Pitch every day, get to know him, maybe learn all about him, and eventually…

TheJackestFrost: Guilty as charged. You found me. I’m the bastard.

TheJackestFrost: But to be fair, peep smores are awesome.

PitchesBeLike: Impossible. Peeps are vile.

TheJackestFrost: Have you tried a peep smore?

PitchesBeLike: I have not and I will not.

TheJackestFrost: C’mon, they’re great!

Jack hesitated for just a moment, then threw caution to the wind and went for it. If he wanted this, then he better act like it, or he’d lose his chance.

TheJackestFrost: Let me make one for you. I’m really good at it. No idea when we’ll get the opportunity, but if I make it, will you try it?

The next message took forever to arrive. Jack tapped impatiently at his desk, chewed nervously on his lip, checked every other screen he had up for updates, then just stared at the little gif image that told him Pitch was typing until the message finally, finally came through.

Jack nearly collapsed on his keyboard in relief.

This was the beginning of something amazing, he just knew it.

PitchesBeLike: ………Alright, I will. I’ll trust you.

#TheBunni #Rise of the Guardians #rotg #rotghopeweek2022 #blackice #blackicerotg #blackice rotg #jack frost #pitch black

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catxsnow · 4 years ago

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BRUISES D.W.

Request: Hey honeypot! how are you darling? are you comfortable with writing older damian kinda smut? because i just had this idea where he has this super sweet girlfriend and one day batfam sees her with bruises on her neck and they think mayb damian hits her or something? and Tim mentions that he has seen bruises on her hips as well and they confront him and her and they tell the fam that's from sexy times and they are like "two days ago you were a baby. how are you an adult now?"

Warning: mentions of sex, bruising from s e x, Older!Damian

A/N: since someone wanted a requested post, here ya go :)

Word Count: 2.1k

Damian's brothers always saw him as the child of the family, even when he had grown up to be a fully functioning twenty-two year old. He was still treated like a kid when he saw his family and it drove him crazy. His whole life he had been just as old as them mentally and now that he was, they still treated him like a twelve year old.

When you came into his life, it was refreshing to have someone treat him as the adult he was. You respected him and he always showed the same to you. Your friendship was grand and always full of surprises. The biggest was the night that you no longer realized you wanted to be just friends, you wanted to be lovers.

Damian met you at the library on a cold night in Gotham. You were studying for an exam and he was looking for literature that his father didn't already own. He bumped into your table by pure accident and was thankful for his single moment of being a klutz.

You were a kind, quiet girl. Most people over looked you while those who got to know you knew that you were nothing like your facade. Damian of all people learned that the most. The more he got to know you, the more he saw that you were hiding a whole other side of you. You could be wild but only around those you trusted.

When you began dating, he saw yet another side of you. Damian thought you were wild when he got a few drinks in you - but in bed? He was amazed.

When you learned about Damian's secret life as a vigilante, he made sure to start training you. There was no way that he was going to leave you defenseless in case he wasn't there to protect you. So, at least once a week he would bringing you back to his father's home and teach you everything that he knew.

Most times the two of you worked in the background while Bruce did his own thing on the computers. Sometimes his brothers and sisters would show up and tease him. You never understood the nick names - demon spawn, baby bird, even little D. They must have been from when he was younger.

His family liked you. Dick was always excited to see you and had some sort of conversation to spark. He came to visit you and Damian quite often. Jason found you to be kind, reserved - not the kind of person he expected Damian to be with. Tim, Duke, Cass, and Steph thought you to be the sweetest person they had known.

You held a shy smile around them, hesitance in yours eyes. They were all so tough, it was hard not to be intimidated by them. Even Damian at first was difficult to look past his height and muscles. They never saw the other side of you that Damian got to see all the time. He always teased you for it.

For the first time in a long time, both Dick and Tim were at the Manor. They were supposed to be helping Damian and Bruce with a case but kept reaching dead ends. To pass the time, Damian got you back on the sparring mat to continue your skills. You came a long way since you first started, but no where near ready to take any of them down.

This was the third day in a row that you were down there, sweating your ass off and learning what it meant to truly have sore muscles. Damian had been staying at the manor all week and by the second night there he asked you to join him. He missed you in his bed. Of course, you couldn't deny his request.

You had already shed your shirt, the material was drowned with sweat. Damian was much the same with only his shorts and his ankle being tightly wrapped in a tension bandage. He always feared bruising you when you dueled like this, but with the litter of blue and purple already on your skin he couldn't do much about it.

Damian had suddenly kicked your ankle out from under you and you landed against the mat with a thud. He stuck his hand out to help you up, but you only tugged him down. Damian acted fast and instead of letting you get the upper hand, trapped you below him. A smirk was on your face.

Damian gazed down from your sweat beaded face, to the small bruises he had given you the night before. Five faint little circles were on your neck, all lining up perfectly with the pads of his fingers. He matched your smirk, thinking about your incredibly hot sex from last night. He was sure that there were still residual scratch marks down his back.

"Another round?" You toyed, knowing exactly what was running through his mind. He knew that you meant another spar, but his mind was stuck on the idea of dragging you up to his room and giving you more marks for him to admire. "Or did I tire you out this time?"

"Try to keep up, beloved," Damian narrowed his eyes. Teasing him like that wasn't fair - especially when his brothers were right across the room. He peeled himself off of you and bounced back up for another fight. You followed his lead, arms up and light on your feet.

Dick and Tim were watching from afar. The computer was running in the background and there wasn't anything that they could do until them. Bruce was at work and Alfred was somewhere in the Manor doing things. Titus napped by the mat where you and Damian were, his snores could be heard from where the two men stood.

Tim narrowed his eyes at the couple. You had been around for years, keeping to yourself and never really speaking up until necessary. It made him wonder about you; not in the fact of your loyalty, but if you were maybe too loyal. Every time you were over, some sort of bruise was visible on your skin.

At first, he chalked it up to you bruising easily - or that you were just a klutz. Then, they got more common. They were darker, bigger, often times in the same places that should have been hidden by your clothes. You never talked about them, and if someone brought it up, you changed the subject.

Tim was worried about you. Damian had always been a violent person, he was raised that way since birth. Sure, Bruce had changed him, Dick too, but old habits ran strong. It made Tim wonder if it was Damian purposefully leaving the bruises on you. Was he taking all of his hate and anger out on you?

"If you squint any harder you might get stuck like that," Dick joked. Tim turned away from you and Damian and up towards his older brother. "Damian's a good teacher, maybe she'll be as good as us one day."

"That's not what I'm worried about," Tim confessed. Dick raised his eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. "You ever notice how (Y/N) is always covered in bruises? Her legs, her wrists - she has bruises nearly every time we see her. I just... I wonder what Damian does behind closed doors. I'm not saying Damian would do anything terrible, but he was raised by Talia. Restraint hasn't been his strong suit."

"You think he hits her?" Dick suddenly became worried. Tim hesitatingly nodded. It wasn't something that he ever wanted to accuse Damian of, but the thought had crossed his mind more than once. "Damian would never do that... would he?"

"I would rather be safe than sorry," Tim decided. Their attention went back to the two of you. You had Damian's wrists pinned and the both of you were laughing so hard about something that tears streamed down your face. Looking at them, it never seemed like Damian would do such a thing. Tim also knew that you were too quiet to ever speak out about it if he did.

Damian pecked your lips and the two of you called it enough for the time being. You wiped a towel down your face before slinging it over your shoulders. Hand in hand, you walked over to Dick and Tim who were looking nervously between each other. There was no good time to ask such an intrusive question.

You wished to jump straight into the shower, but Damian insisted to check in to see if there was any process. "Is the computer done downloading th-"

"Are you hitting (Y/N)?" Tim blurted out. Your eyes widened at his sudden question and you felt Damian tense beside you. How dare he accuse him of ever laying a hand on you? Even when sparring he made sure never to hurt you. There were accidents, sure, but never intentional. To have Tim assume something like that? It was unfathomable.

To try and explain himself, Tim pointed towards the bruises on your neck that he had just noticed upon your approach, as well as the ones visible right above your shorts. Damian grunted beside you, understanding why Tim thought the way he did. You on the other hand, felt your face flare up with embarrassment.

Dick and Tim looked between themselves at your unexpected reaction. Damian gave them a look, hoping that they would understand without having to say it out loud. Unfortunately, they didn't pick up on it. Damian wiped a hand down his face, not believing that he actually had to explain this to his older brothers.

"I got them during sex," you muttered out. Their eyes widened at your answer and a flush filled their cheeks. However, Tim still wasn't satisfied with the answer of the bruises on your neck. There was no way that they were hickies - they weren't the right color or shape. Damian sighed, cringing as he perfectly placed his fingers were the bruises were.

"Oh I think I'm gonna throw up," Tim made a disgusted face. Damian had a smug look on his own. Not only did he prove him wrong, but he also made him extremely uncomfortable. Two birds, one stone.

"You're like twelve," Dick exasperated. Damian was still the same little boy in his mind. In no way should he be old enough to be having sex, especially by the looks of it, frequent sex. Seeing the two of you dating, it always seemed like a cute middle school couple - in no way did he think about you as adults.

"I'm twenty-two, Richard. You're a decade off."

"Decade or not, I still know too much now," Tim shuddered. You were thankful that Damian tugged you away from his brothers. You were still flaming with embarrassment from the encounter. Now, every time you would see them that would be all they could see: the bruises that Damian left around your neck.

Even if you were adults, like Damian said, you still didn't like the idea of his brother's knowing what happened between the two of you behind locked doors. Damian didn't seem to mind. Maybe because it showed how old he really was or that he got to prove that he was getting laid consistently.

All you knew, was that you were grateful that they didn't bring Bruce into this little theory and him finding out what you did to his son - or what his son did to you. Though, as the world's greatest detective, you feared he already knew the truth.

"Join me in the shower?"

"You're seriously thinking about sex right now? After that?" You raised your eyebrows. Damian's sex drive was impeccable - sometimes a little too impeccable. Dragging you from Gala's, pit stop on patrol, he even caught you between classes one time. Now, after his brother's teased him, he was still ready to go.

Damian shrugged. "You're saying you aren't? After all that teasing while we trained? I felt your heart rate when I showed them what the bruises were for, beloved. You got excited." You glared at him, knowing damn well that it was true. He squeezed just enough to get you thinking about your previous night.

"You're game better be good if you want to distract me from that shit show that just happened."

"When is my game ever not?"

#damian wayne #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne oneshot #older!damian #damian wayne x fem!reader #batfam x reader #batfam imagine #batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #dc imagine #dc one shot #dc #fluff #robin #robin imagine

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llemonteaa · 4 years ago

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Your daily dose of angst

No one deserves to be second best. That’s something you learnt the hard way.

Pairings: Oikawa x f!reader & Iwaizumi x f!reader

WC: 1,769

Warnings: swearing, angst (with a little dose of fluff at the end :)

You always wondered, even to this day, why Oikawa had chosen you in the first place. When asked what his ideal type was, Oikawa would laugh and say, “Someone who makes me look greater than I already am of course,” Cue Iwaizumi smacking him in the head.

“Mean Iwa-Chan! Fine, my ideal type would preferably be someone with fair hair, an adorable smile and a lovely ass to rest my head on. Oh, and she must also love milkbread.”

None of those boxes would be ticked for you unfortunately. Your hair was jet black and curtained part of your face, which only added to your supposedly mean aura. Your resting face was somewhat frightening and your smile could be described as Kageyama’s Cheshire Cat grin. Not to mention your ass was almost as non existent as Oikawa’s (oops), and you much preferred pork buns to milkbread.

Yet despite that, Oikawa had asked you out one humid Friday afternoon, exactly 7 months ago today. But you realised, maybe a bit too late, that a lot can happen in 7 months.

Oikawa of course, was infamous for having fangirls practically glued to his hip wherever he went. And dating you didn’t change that in the slightest. In fact, his fangirls, especially one in particular, seemed to go up and above their way to spend time with your boyfriend, even when you were inevitably stood by his side.

“As I was saying-” you began.

“Oikawa! I was just hoping to bump into you!” someone swatted you aside, your vision now platinum curls.

Reni. She practically threw herself onto Oikawa, bending over slightly so that he’s have a clear view of the lace panties underneath her unbelieveably short skirt.

“Oh hey Reni. What’s up?” Your boyfriend turned to face who you called his number one, entirely devoted, fangirl.

“So, about our History project, would it be too much trouble to ask for some help? I’ve been racking my brains trying to figure it all out, even sacrificing much required beauty sleep, but I’m still yet to make any progress. And seeing how you are quite the History whizz...”

“Of course Reni, you’re the first person who’s complimented me on my brains. When would you like to meet up?” It was almost a joke how YOUR boyfriend seemed to be spending more time with a girl who had nothing but the audacity, than his s/o herself. And History whizz your ass, everyone including Iwaizumi, who had overheard that particular part of the conversation as he passed and scoffed, knew that it would be a miracle if the teacher graded him on History at all.

“If you could, now would be a great time.” Reni fluttered her eyelashes which reminded you of rather hairy caterpillars.

“Well I’m not doing anything as of now, apart from talking to y/n, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Right y/n?” Both pairs of eyes seemed to acknowledge you for the first time. You, the girlfriend, but at the same time you the thirdwheel, apparently.

“Well in fact I do mind but...” you hadn’t even managed to get out before Reni used her large boobs to push you out of the way.

“You see Oikawa, y/n doesn’t mind at all. So come on now, my books are in my dorm.”

And with that, she grabbed your boyfriend’s arm and dragged him down the hall in the direction of the girl’s dorms, Oikawa throwing a sheepish glance over his shoulder.

“We’ll resume our conversation in a bit y/n~”

Yeah right. You’d probably forget what you were even talking to him about by the time he came back from the spawn of Satan’s hellhole.

In the weeks that followed, you found every minute of your time alone with Oikawa accompanied by Reni. No matter where or what you were doing with your boyfriend, she always seemed to find an excuse to but it. And Oikawa was nevertheless, just as oblivious to Reni’s attempts to jump in his pants as he was to your blatant annoyance.

“But y/n you have to understand. Reni hurt her ankle yesterday during her cheerleading practise and being the kind friend I am, I had to help her make her way around school.” Your boyfriend attempted to reason with you, after you had pulled him behind the school gym where he was moments from entering. This was partially because you had desperately needed to confront him about how much time he seemed to be unnecessarily spending with Reni and also in an attempt to prevent the devil herself from seeking you guys, Oikawa specifically, out.

“No, I don’t have to understand. Reni dropped the sprained ankle act the moment she thought my back was turned. God you can be so blind sometimes.” You rubbed your eyes tiredly.

“y/n, now you’re just being unreasonable. You know I only ever spend time with Reni when she’s in need of my help. I’m simply doing what any decent friend would do.”

“Except she needs your help all the goddamn time. You could ask anyone, anyone, and they’ll tell you how Reni’s been crushing on you since way before we got together.”

“Yes, I know that, but she’s stopped liking me since I asked you out. y/n what’s so hard for you to understand?”

“Everything Oikawa, everything is so hard to understand. And yet I think you’re the one who doesn’t understand the most. Reni doesn’t ever need your help, she just wants it. And she wants it to the point where she’s willing to make up any crappy excuse to get alone with you. I’m starting to think you guys are the ones dating and I’m just the ‘friend’.”

“y/n you know that’s not true...”

“Do I know that? Do I? Because if I did, then I wouldn’t constantly need to be fighting for your attention knowing it’s always going to be a losing battle. Your there for Reni more than you’re there for me, and we’re the ones in a relationship. I’m not stopping you from seeing Reni because that would just be wrong on my behalf, but at least put some effort in Oikawa.”

“Put some effort in? Oh you must be fucking kidding me. You should be grateful I even asked you out in the first place instead of telling me to put some effort in. The difference between you and Reni is that she’s not a jealous and clingy bitch who can’t even handle her own partner from seeing his friends without kicking up a fight. I could easily dump you anyday y/n and yet I haven’t, so how about you put some effort in and stop being so fucking controlling.”

It seemed as if everything came to a standstill the moment those venomous words left his mouth. It made your eyes water and your heart clench, every syllable of ‘jealous’, every syllable of ‘controlling’, stabbed your heart to the point you wondered if you’d ever be able to piece it back together.

Yet through the darkness a tiny flicker of light fought its way through. And that tiny flicker of light is what reminded you that not a single bit of this stupid argument was your fault. Blinking a few times, you forced yourself to bite back your tears that threatened to tumble, before clenching your fists to the point your knuckles turned white, and glowered up at your soon to be ex boyfriend.

“I lowered my fucking standards for you Tooru. Lowered my fucking standards to be with someone who only sees me as second best. Who’d rather let some bitch with a skirt shorter than your hindsight to drag you around like a doll with no brains. All this time I could’ve been with someone who wouldn’t let their ‘friend’ control every minute of their life and completely disregard the fact that they were taken. Well lucky for you Tooru, Reni’s all yours now. She’s won, that bitch with the cockroach eyelashes has won. So now you can get the fuck out of my way because we’re over.”

And with that you shoved your way past your ex, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your blazer, your hair framing your face now slick with fresh tears.

It was his loss after all. His loss that he wasn’t able to decipher friendliness from flirtiness. Or maybe he didn’t want to. Maybe Oikawa knew ignoring his relationship status to spend time with someone who was quite blatantly ready to jump into his pants at any given opportunity was wrong. Maybe Oikawa knew he’d have you forever, he’d have you to come back to when everyone else left him for the same reason his last girlfriend did. Except this time he was wrong. He didn’t have you forever. And it was all his fault.

Deep down he knew you had every right to shove past him, he knew you had every right to be furious with him, yet admitting that would’ve been the last thing he’d do. So instead Oikawa just scoffed before heading in the opposite direction that you had disappeared in, and into the gym. Completely oblivious to the fact that his best friend had just heard the entire event go down.

2 months later

You giggled as you let your boyfriend Iwaizumi drag you along the school halls. Similar to how you used to watch her do to him. Except in this point in time, you could honestly care less about_ them._ Now you had found yourself a perfect boyfriend who saw you as nothing but the best. He’d see through any girl’s lame attempts to buy themselves alone time with him and would certainly cherish every moment spent together. Hajime knew just how easy it was to let someone slip through your fingers when you took advantage of them just being there, after seeing the exact situation enravel in front of his best friend only a couple months ago.

“Babe are you even listening to me?”

God was her voice annoying.

“Babe.”

Oikawa sighed before finally glancing down at the girl who spent every second possible hanging off him like the school tie he wore.

“Hm Reni.” He zoned out the moment she began rambling on about God knows what. Probably something to do with how he seemed to have gained more fangirls or whatever. But he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was you. You, who was currently skipping along with his best friend, happier than you’d ever been with him. You who was never like this. Never like Reni who was jealous, clingy and so fucking controlling.

Oh.

a/n: We all know that both Oikawa and Iwaizumi would be the best boyfriends ever despite Oikawa being a piece of shit in this.😌

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Don't Hold Me -15- Carter Hart

A/N: Hi things are wild now. Are things, talks about sex. Like...a lot in the first part of this chapter. And um the very end of this chapter could be triggering? No harm comes to anyone, but it’s the start of it all. So please be aware of that moving forward. Other than that, all previous parts are linked in my master list and I hope you enjoy.

Your whole body was warm. Carter was still next to you, looking at you with something more than just love. There was love, so much love. The two of you said it time and time again in the previous hours. His fingers danced lazily across the bare skin of your shoulders and back. You felt nothing but content in his arms, in his bed. It was like everything was just as it was meant to be. You were right where you were always supposed to land.

“This is nice,” You whispered, feeling like any sound would ruin the perfect morning.

Warm light was coming in from the windows, the sun still working its way up the morning sky. Though the two of you had been awake for hours, you still felt like the world was waiting for one of you to make the first move. Almost as if everything outside was frozen, just waiting.

“Yeah, it really is,” He replied, voice soft and deep.

“A girl could really get used to this,” You smiled and shifted closer to him, wincing a bit as your muscles protested the movement.

Carter seemed to take notice, worry flooding his face, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You smiled softly, oddly comforted by his worry. But Carter was arguably the gentlest person you knew, he’d rather hurt himself than hurt you. You ran your fingers through his messy hair. Your heart seemed to ache at the thought that he believed that he hurt you.

“You didn’t hurt me,” You said softly, “Far from it actually. Trust me.”

“Y/N-”

“Carter, that was arguably the best sex I’ve had. I’m more than fine.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the shock that took over his face. You knew that was the last thing he expected you to say. You were always so quiet and shy, he didn’t expect you to be so bold. You leaned over to kiss him. You hadn’t imagined at the start of the school year that you’d be here, but you couldn’t say that you were mad about it, not in the slightest.

“I don’t think you’ve ever been that direct before,” He marveled, still not entirely sure he heard you right.

“You should’ve known me before, I was nothing if not blunt,” You laughed, “Got me into a lot of trouble.”

You tried not to think about exactly what kind of trouble. Exactly why you weren’t that fearless girl anymore. Or who made sure you weren’t that girl. You tried not to think about the fact that he was still in the city. He promised he would be back, and one thing about him was that he never broke his word. No matter how vile it was.

“So,” Carter said, breaking the silence and pulling you away from your thoughts, “Best sex?��

Your face burned with a blush as you attempted to hide your face in his chest. He laughed, wrapping his arms back around you. You felt like this was normal, like this was how life was meant to be. You were meant to wake up next to him, joke around with him, live this life with him.

He held you tighter and kissed the top of your head. You couldn’t understand how this felt so normal. Like you’d been spending all of your mornings like this. Like nothing was ever any different. Now you really wished that nothing ever had to change. You’d be happy if you woke up like this every morning.

“It was amazing,” He whispered to you, “You’re amazing.”

“Shut up,” You groaned, trying to cover the strange sense of embarrassment that you felt.

“I love you,” His hand gently ran through your hair, soothing you.

“I love you,” You didn’t even have to think about a reply. You loved him, so much. Why try and hide that now? He knew. And you were more than happy about that.

In the warm light of the morning, you were both able to say it, without having to feel like you had to hide it. You could snuggle into that feeling and never let it go, you’d be more than happy to do that. You almost wanted to follow him anywhere because of it. You weren’t sure if you could make it an entire summer without seeing him.

“I like hearing you say that,” You could hear his smile without even having to see it.

You smiled. You could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong. You decided that it was one of the best sounds in the whole world. Everything about him was just addicting to you, his voice, his smile, his laugh, all of it. You didn’t want to change anything about him. You didn’t want to change anything about being with him.

Your phone started ringing from the nightstand next to you, no doubt Kora trying to figure out what time you were going to be back on campus. The two of you had to meet up with a couple other people from one of your classes for a group project, which you weren’t exactly looking forward to.

“No, turn it off,” Carter protested, “You’re staying here all day.”

“Cart, I can’t,” Even you were disappointed about that fact, “I have a project I have to work on.”

“What if I just don’t let you get up?”

“Do you want me to fail my class?” You questioned, knowing he was joking with you.

“If it meant I could keep you in my bed all day, then maybe.”

“Says the man who never went to college.”

He laughed, almost snorted in fact. You were too comfortable with him, far too comfortable. But you didn’t hate it, you savored it in fact. You only wished you found him sooner. You wished you would’ve allowed yourself to open up to him before now, things could’ve been like this all along.

“I have to go.”

“No.”

“Carter, I’ll be back. It’s just a couple of hours,” You laughed, poking his bare chest.

“Ugh, fine. Leave me,” He groaned, dramatically joking.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you leaned up to kiss him again. You felt heat spread through your body,and for a moment you considered just staying in bed with him. You could call Kora and claim you were sick, and she could make up a better reason as to why you didn’t show up. But you also knew that you couldn’t exactly afford a bad grade on this, especially given that the professor was a hardass.

You sat up, wrapping the blanket around your naked body. Your legs shook as you stood, taking the blanket with you as you did. Behind you, Carter protested to you taking his blanket, grabbing for the sheets. You ran into the closet to grab some clothes. You could hear his laugh as the blanket drug behind you.

You came out a few minutes later, dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants that were Carter’s. He was scrolling through something on his phone, a soft smile tugged at his lips as he typed out something.

You leaned against the doorframe and just watched him for a moment. A few moments of just pure peace. A mundane morning, simple, normal. Something you’d craved for years.

“Travis told me to tell you to ‘get off your ass’ and go see him,” Carter nearly snorted, “Said you haven’t replied to his texts this morning.”

You smiled and walked back over to him, dropping the blanket back onto the bed, “We’ll, I was preoccupied.”

“Yeah don’t think he needs to know that.”

You laughed, knowing Travis would likely have a heartattck and then try to murder Carter. You leaned down to kiss him again, wishing you could just stay with him, because that’s truly all you wanted to do.

“I’ll be back later. I promise.”

“Tell Kora I said hi,” He waited until you were almost out of sight before he added, “You look good in my clothes.”

“Shut up,” You laughed, grabbing your bag and the few books you brought over.

The ride back to campus seemed shorter than you remembered. The whole way, you just kept replaying the previous hours you spent with Carter. The thought of every gentle touch, every kiss, every movement...you didn’t think there could be a moment more perfect than those you shared this morning.

Kora was buried in her course notes when you got into the dorm. She didn’t often look disheveled, not in a way that wasn’t intentional, but she looked like she’d been up all night. Her whole body was moving to the beat of the music that was playing in her headphones.

When you walked bay, you pulled back one of her headphones, “Honey I’m home.”

“Hey,” She said not phased, “Oh hey, wait something fell out of your notebook yesterday, it’s on your desk.”

“Oh, probably one of my thousands of notes from Hartman’s lecture on Monday,” You waved it off and jumped on your bed, “I swear I have to take notes at the speed of light to keep up in that class.”

“Hold you Hartman was the Devil’s Spawn.”

You shrugged and grabbed a pillow to hug, feeling the need for something, “How was your night?”

“Spent a lot of it on the phone with Ethan while I worked on a paper,” She finished writing something and then turned around, “How was your night?”

“Carter played great, and we just kinda hung out.”

“Did you tell him you love him?”

You shrugged, “Something like that.”

“Oh my god, you? Wow, okay. Do we need to talk about this? Are you okay?” She instantly shifted into a big sister mode, sitting down in front of you on your bed, “You’re okay right?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” You replied honestly, “I’m happy. Kora...I’m really really happy.”

She smiled, like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders, “Thank God. I really like Carter.”

There was something about finally saying that you were happy, finally at peace that made your heart kind of soar. You were happy with him. Happier than you thought you could be. You didn’t understand how you’d gone from trying to keep him as far away from you as possible to this in a couple of months.

“We need to go,” She said, rounding her up her bags, “We’re going to be late and we all need that A.”

Later on that week, you were happily sitting on the couch at Travis’s place with Nolan while Travis dug around in the fridge for a drink. None of you were really paying attention to the movie playing on the TV. Instead, you were all just enjoying the company.

“Hey! Don’t touch my food!” You swatted at Nolan’s hand.

“You said I could have some!”

“That is not what I said and you know it!”

“No, I’m pretty sure you said you would share,” Travis chimed in, grabbing a chip from you.

“Damnit you two, let me eat!”

They both laughed and settled back into their seats. You felt bad for not spending more time with them. There was a time when Travis and Nolan were the only people you had in the city. So much had changed since the first time Travis called you after you moved here. Hell, so much had changed since the start of this season alone. None of you were the same people. You certainly weren’t the same.

“Oh yeah, can I draw you guys for my final project? We have to do a portrait series, and a bunch of other things,” You told them, “It’s worth a shit ton of my grade.”

“Kid, you’ve been drawing me since the day I met you,” Travis laughed, “As long as you get an A, and draw my good side I don’t care.”

“Not a kid Trav, but thanks for that,” You laughed, “I won’t make you sit for it this time. Just wanted permission from you two.”

“Yeah, I don’t care,” Nolan replied, taking another bite out of his sandwich.

“Cool,” You were getting ready to grab more food when Travis’s hand snuck over and grabbed more chips, “I swear to god Travis! Try that one more time and you lose that hand! See how easy it is to play hockey and fish then!”

“Easy man, She’s hangry.”

“Damn right I am, you two keep taking my food,” you couldn’t help but laugh at both men.

After the three of you finished eating, Travis pulled out the controllers for the Xbox, stating that Nolan needed to get his ass beat in NHL by you. The two of them always seemed to find a way to remind you what it felt like to be a kid. They made things simpler, easier to work through.

The following hours were spent screaming at one another and the TV during many games of NHL. How those two could play the real thing all the time and still want to play the game still surprised you. But you were happy because of it. It meant you got to spend more time with both of them.

There was no need for questions, or anything like that. Instead, you just played the game and screamed at one another non stop. When you were with them, you felt like a teenager again. Like you were still back home, playing NHL in the basement with Ethan and Travis and a couple of the other guys on that team.

Travis’s apartment was home in ways you couldn’t really explain. But it was home.

“So, Carter’s treating you right, isn’t he?” Travis asked when Nolan went to the bathroom, “Because I swear I’ll beat his ass raw if he isn’t.”

You laughed. Travis was uncomfortable, but he knew that since Ethan had home back home, it was his job to look after you. Even if that meant potentially threatening one of his own teammates. He loved Carter, but he loved you more. You were his sister. The sister he never had, and he would take care of you for as long as you’d let him.

“Carter is perfect, you don’t need to worry Travis.” You assured him.

“Perfect? Hartsy? Okay.”

You laughed and bit your thumb, “Trust me, you don’t want details.”

“Huh?” He looked away from the TV, the realization of what you said finally setting in, “Oh. OH. No! No thank you. You can keep that to yourself. I don’t need that image in my head. Remind me to shoot for the 5-hole and miss at practice tomorrow.”

You grabbed the pillow next to you and lobbed it at his head, both of you starting to laugh uncontrollably. You felt light, free. You missed feeling like this when you were with both of them. You weren’t worried about a thing as Travis handed you and Nolan a beer and went back for one of his own. You weren’t thinking about anything aside from trash talking both of them as they played against each other. You were free. Finally.

The sun was starting to set when your phone went off with a text from Carter. You smiled almost automatically. Travis and Nolan both nudged you, making fun of your sudden shift. But secretly, they loved that Carter was able to make you this happy and this at ease.

Travis hadn’t seen you like this since you were in your early teens, and Nolan only saw a glimpse or two when you were very very drunk. For Travis, it was like a weight was finally off his chest, he could breathe easier knowing you’d found a way to put yourself back together. And Nolan was happy to finally be getting to know the real you.

“Seems I was right,” Travis laughed, “You did like Carter. Told you that you just needed to give him a chance.”

“Asshole. I have to go, he’s waiting outside. Apparently, he’s taking me out for dinner.”

“We have to give you back so soon?” Nolan whined.

You smacked his arm and got up to grab your bag, “You two have a good practice tomorrow, and try not to murder him?”

Travis wrapped you into a right hug, “I could never. He makes you too happy. I don’t want to be responsible for taking that away.”

You ruffled Nolan’s hair as you walked back by, “See you two later. I’m reinstating our weekly lunches.”

“Finally!” Nolan yelled, “You pick better places than TK. He eats shit.”

“We’ll, I’ll pick somewhere good.”

Hours after dinner, you and Carter slowly made your way back to the apartment. Both of you were still laughing about a joke he made before you even left dinner. You felt as if you were in your own little world with him. It was just the two of you.

You kissed in the elevator, not even caring if anyone saw. You had never really been like this before. You were carefully and calculated. Yet Carter made you want to be everything other than that. You wanted to be reckless and crazy with him.

“Woah, hey hey hey,” He pushed against your shoulders to stop you, and then tucked you behind him, “Stay here.”

You looked up, seeing exactly what he was. The door to the apartment was open. He never left it open. You knew that. He always locked it. It wasn’t meant to be open. He carefully took a few steps towards the door and nudged it open the rest of the way. The lights were all on, but the whole apartment was quiet.

“Carter-”

“Shh,” He whispered, walking further inside.

You followed closely behind him. You clutched onto his arm as you made your way into the kitchen. Glass was shattered all over on the floor, the flowers you brought here a few days ago were trampled and strewn across the living room. The whole apartment was ransacked.

“We need to call the cops, and the building security,” Carter told you, “This is...I have to call.”

He rubbed his face and stepped away, fishing his phone out of his back pocket. You took a few slow steps towards the bedroom. Clothes were everywhere, pictures thrown. Your chest hurt. Tears burned your eyes as you saw a picture of Carter and you had been torn and the frame smashed. Your safe place was gone now.

“They’ll be up here in a few more minutes,” Carter told you, walking into the bedroom, “And the Police are just behind.”

“Carter,” You turned around, tears running down your cheeks now.

“It’s going to be okay,” He pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head, “We’ll fix this.”

Your gut twisted when you heard people entering the apartment. He pulled away and hurried to meet them. Every sense of safety disappeared when you noticed the piece of paper on your pillow. You didn’t have to look at it to know who it was from. To know who did this.

You slowly made your way over to it, unfolding it.

I TOLD YOU. YOU OWE ME. YOU CANT HIDE BEHIND YOUR PERFECT LIFE. ILL BURN IT TO THE GROUND LIKE YOU BURNED MINE. HAVE FUN BEING HIS WHORE. HE WONT WANT YOU WHEN IM DONE.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You quickly folded the note and shoved it into your pocket when you heard Carter and whoever was with him approaching the room. You tried not to think about the fact that he had been here. He found a way to destroy everything again and again.

You could hear all of them talking, but words didn’t register to you. Not when a simple piece of paper felt like a million pounds in your pocket. You didn’t think that he would ever go this far. You didn’t think that, after everything, he would be capable of doing this.

You jumped when Carter touched you. You weren’t sure how long you’d been standing there. Or how long people had been talking all around you.

“I’m going to take you back to campus,” He said quietly, “I’m going to go stay with one of the guys.”

You wanted to protest, to say that you didn’t want to leave him. However, you couldn’t find any words. You could hardly move or breathe. Carter tried not to let the worry eat at him as he drove you back to your dorm. He tried to remind himself that this was harder for you than he could understand. You had so few places that you felt safe in, so few people that you felt safe with. And somehow, one of those places was ripped from you tonight. No one seemed to know how it was even possible for someone to get into the building or into the apartment.

You were shaking in your seat, your hands cold as ice. He could see that you were fighting against something, but he didn’t know how to help. He didn’t know what he was meant to do. He could see you retreating further into yourself. He could see you slipping further and further away. He felt his own type of panic, he didn’t want to lose you. But he could feel it happening.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” He asked, desperate for anything. He would sleep on the floor next to your bed if he had to. He just wanted you to know that you weren’t alone.

You shook your head. You didn’t want him near you. Not if it meant he could be in danger. You didn’t want to hurt Carter, or be the reason that he life had to change. So if you had to, you would remove yourself from his life. You would shoulder that hurt, and everything that could go with your past. If to only save him. If only to keep him from seeing the same horrors that threatened to keep you up every night.

“Kora is on her way out to meet us. So you don’t have to walk up alone,” He told you, trying to reach over for your hand.

You flinched away, momentarily forgetting it was only Carter. You could see the hurt on his face. You hadn’t flinched away from him in months. You trusted him, or at least he thought you did. But that simple movement made him feel like it would all come crashing down.

“Good night Carter,” You whispered when you saw Kora running out of the dorm.

“Y/N...I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do.”

You could hear the pain without even looking at Carter. You hated this. You hated that you didn’t know what else to do. You hated that even in Philadelphia, he was still finding a way to ruin your life. All because you were the one who dared to try to put a stop to him.

You hated that Carter was now brought into this, and you didn’t know how to really save him. You had no idea what you were meant to do. Not when it was your fault. He had a career and something like this could surely ruin it. You knew the media would know about the breakin, and people would start asking questions.

All you knew to do was push him away, and keep pushing until he would be safe. Keep pushing until he wasn’t a target anymore. Until Carter was out of the picture, and all that remained was you.

“Good night,” You said again, voice feeling smaller as you closed the door.

You could feel your heart cracking with every step away from him that you took. You were drawing a new line in the sand, and this one couldn’t be crossed. Not with Carter at stake. You loved him...and it was because you loved him that you needed him to stay as far away from you as possible. It was because you loved him that you had to leave him. You had to make sure that he would have peace in his life...not the war that was beginning.

“Sweetie, are you okay?” Kora threw her arms around you, she was just as scared as you were.

“No…”

“Okay, c’mon lets get you inside.”

She turned to wave at Carter. You wondered if he knew how hard this would be for you. You wondered if he knew that you were hurting just like he was. Kora kept an arm around you as the two of you made your way back into your dorm room. It felt so small compared to Carter’s apartment. Your bed, which was less than half the size of his, felt so cold. Even if your body took up most of the space.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No...I just want to go to sleep.”

She sighed and turned out her lamp, “I’m here. Whenever you decide you’re ready. You aren’t alone in this.”

All you wanted to tell her was that you were. In order to minimize the damage, you had to be. You had to face all of this on your own. Just so that you could protect all of them. You wouldn’t let them become collateral in something you started years before you came here. You would face him on your own...because you had to. Because this time, it was your turn to protect them.

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