#fuck the piece of shit who did this I hope he gets set on fire

[eve-was-framed]

Rest in Peace to Samyia Spain, a 19 year old from Brooklyn who was stabbed to death on Sunday night after turning down a man who asked for her number. Her twin sister was also stabbed in the arm and taken to the hospital but is expected to survive.

I am so so sorry sweet angel, you had your entire life ahead of you and you deserved to live it fully.

[vivwritesfics]

lando with girlfriend who races for mercedes but got into a crash and was in coma, but she finally wakes up

This picture does stuff to me

(set 2024)

Second part HERE

"Holy shit," Lando said as he watched his girlfriend walk onto the grid. He watched as she walked over, racing overalls low on her hips, black fireproofs adorning her body.

Lando licked his lips as she stood beside him and Oscar, leaning against the barrier with her arms folded over her chest. "Wow, baby," he said, staring at her.

"Like what you see?" She grinned.

Lando said nothing. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Tell Toto I like the black fire proofs."

It was Y/N's first season in Formula One, her first race too. She was the F2 champion two years running before Mercedes finally gave her a chance. She'd been with Lando since her F2 days, after they'd met in Monaco after the Grand Prix.

"Excited?" Oscar asked as he watched them.

Yes, Y/N was excited. But she'd never been on the track with her boyfriend, had never had to fight him before. Neither of them knew what they were going to do. They both hoped they would treat each other like any other driver, but the rest of the grid was doubtful.

"Very," she said to Oscar as she leaned her head on Lando's shoulders. "I'll blow you both a kiss when I come speeding past, lapping you ."

She had done extremely well for her first qualifying in F1, qualifying on the second row. Lando was 6th through a mistake in Q3 and Oscar was pack in 9th after he got his times deleted.

It was amazing, driving behind a three time world champion and a second time world champion. Y/N did her absolute best, holding her position.

And then Checo Perez tried his luck. He went around the outside of Y/N on turn one. But he didn't leave enough space, hitting her wheel pretty bad and sending her spinning into the barriers at such a high speed. But the car didn't just hit the barrier and bounce off. It hit the barrier and kept going, ripping off chunks of the car and sending them flying.

It wasn't too terrifying at first. It was still scary, though, Y/N's first race and her first big crash in F1. To make things worse it wasn't even her fault. She was having such a good race, doing everything she should have, and then Checo Perez fucked it all up for her.

As chunks of the car got ripped away by the barrier, the Mercedes team was still pretty sure she'd make it out. But then a piece of debris bit the wheel and shot up into the ear, coming back down and hitting the top of Y/N's helmet.

Suddenly, things were scary. The car came to a stop, pieces of it all over the track. "Y/N, are you okay?" Asked her engineer.

She didn't respond.

"Y/N? If you can hear me, please say something?"

Again, nothing. The Mercedes team were beginning to get worried.

***

"Red flag, Lando. That's a red flag," said Lando's engineer.

"What happened?" He asked as everybody pulled into the pitlane.

His engineer took a minute to answer. The team didn't know what was best, to tell Lando and have him freaking out, or to let him find out on his own.

"Uh, there's a Mercedes with some damage," the engineer said.

Lando's face went pale inside of his helmet. He knew the car in front of him was Hamilton, meaning the only other Mercedes on the track was...

Lando parked the car in the pitlane, the same as everybody else. He immediately climbed out of the car and started running. His engineer and the McLaren team tried to stop him, but Lando was still running. It was hot inside of his helmet, but nothing was going to stop him.

When Lando got down there, she still hadn't been pulled from the car, the debris was being removed, but Y/N wasn't. "Baby!" He shouted and ran over.

The stewards tried to hold him back, but Lando pushed them away. He began trying to pull her out of his car. As soon as they saw what he was doing they began helping him, pulling Y/N's limp body out of the car.

Limp, but not lifeless. At least, that was what the paramedics said as they lifted her into the ambulance.

Lando didn't want to attend the rest of the race. He couldn't concentrate as he waited for the race to restart. "Let Pato drive," he mumbled as he waited for news from the hospital. Nothing, and that was making him so fucking worried.

[supercap2319]

The Asses

Life at the Xavier Institute was anything but boring, especially with characters like Bobby Drake and Pyro roaming its walls. Home to many mutants, older and younger to harness the unique abilities that they possessed. Y/N was the son of human-hating mutant-liberator, Magneto. Younger brother of the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver. Most of the students didn't like or trust Y/N, especially the older members of the X-Men, but Professor X took a chance on Y/N Maximoff, and he was right.

Y/N was born with the abilities of a ghost, telekinesis, and energy manipulation. The younger kids referred to him as Phantasma, and it kinda stuck. Especially with the mutants his age. Y/N tried to make his time at the Institute as productive as possible, but that didn't mean he didn't pull his share of pranks.

Most of the people who were victims of his practical jokes were Bobby and Pyro, always trying to outdo the other boys. Like the time Y/N created a see-through wall to the boy's shower, so the rest of the students could see a naked Bobby showering. Or when he possessed Pyro and made him wear makeup and pink dress. But they did get him back. Bobby froze all his clothes, so they'd shattered during a report Y/N gave in front of the class. Pyro just set his pants on fire and made Y/N jump into the fountain in front of the school like an idiot.

But today. Today, they really fucked up. Y/N was walking down the hallway, opposite of the danger room, when he heard yelling and cursing. “You two fucks are so dead!” Could be heard from a floor up. That was Logan. Why was he so mad? His question was answered when Bobby and Pyro came from outside the elevator, running towards Y/N with panicked glee on their faces.

“Oh, shit, Drake! You really did it now.” Pyro laughed.

“Me? You're the one who set Logan's hair on fire.” Bobby smirks.

They flew past Y/N, heading for the safety of Professor X’s study. Just as they rounded the corner, Pyro turned his head back, and winked at Y/N. “Better move your pretty ass, Y/N! Wolverine is out for blood, and we told him it was your idea!”

Before Y/N could ask what that meant, the sound of angry panting and grunting caught Y/N’s attention as he saw Logan, Adamantium claws out and ready. When his eyes landed on Y/N, he growled, literally. “Say your prayers, Bub. Because when I get through with ya, the doctor won't know what piece of your body to sew where.” He charged.

Y/N let out a less-than manly scream, and flew after Bobby and Pyro, hoping to make to safety, and hoping to strangle those two fuckers once Logan was calm.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

could you write iii and reader being so so in love🙏

Fall for me

He was fucking smithed and boy was he shit at hiding it. You were a part of the team for a while. Working alongside Adam creating all the content for the band. “Maybe don’t look at her like that”, Ivy chuckled making III blink, “I’m not looking at anyone”, he frowned even though he had been. You were across the room going through light settings. “You’re doing it again”, iv pointed out shaking his head. “Oh, give it a rest”, iii rolled his eyes, “Just be a big boy, utilize your 6’4, and go talk to her”, iv nudged him, wiggling his eyebrows. “How about you fuck yourself”, iii flipped him off, shaking his head.

“Hey, you’re up for taking pics?”, your voice made him jump almost, causing Ivy to let out a snort. “Sure, shortcakes, I’m ready when you are”, Ivy mused, and iii knew this was all to get a rise out of him yet he couldn't help but clench his jaw. Shortcake, my ass. He was gonna give Ivy a piece of his mind later.

“You’re okay”, you softly touched his hand and my god his knees nearly gave out at the genuine concern in your eyes. “All good, darling”, iii reached for your hand giving it a gentle squeeze. “You seemed in a pissy mood and if I did…”, but you don’t get to finish your sentence, “Absolutely not because of something you did”, he shook his head. “You only make my mood better”, iii leaned forward brushing a strand of hair away from your face, “A lot better now that you’re here by my side”. iii watched your cheeks heating, the crimson making the color of your eyes pop.

“You sounded good during the rehearsal”, you chirped trying to change the topic. “Only in the rehearsal?”, iii teased once again making you flustered. “You are…”, you shook your head, trying to contain your laughter. “Handsome? A charmer? Boyfriend material?”, he listened with a smirk on his face. “You’re laying it thick”, you chuckled.

“I’m persistent when I know what I want”, iii shrugged, leaning against the wall. “And what do you want?”, you asked, shooting him a daring look. “Go on a date with me”, he said it so casually like it was the easiest thing ever. You blinked up at him not trusting your ears for a moment. “Iii”, you shook your head, “I can get fired for this”.

“Who’s firing you if I’m one of your employees?”, iii pointed out you just watched him for a moment. “You already kissed me once”, your eyes went wide as you stepped closer, pressing your palm against his mouth. Wild eyes looking around if no one was close enough to hear. “Are you out of your mind?”, you hissed turning back to him, relieved to find the green room empty. iii took hold of your wrist, pushing it above your head as he turned you around pressing you against the wall. “Tell me you don’t want to give this a try and I will back off”, he muttered leaning closer to you. A shiver ran down your back as you looked up, catching his eyes. “Cause I’m”, he mused, “fucking obsessed with your lips”, his finger barely brushing your bottom lip, “even more so with you”. “iii”, you muttered beneath your breath but he didn’t even wait. Leaning in as he pressed his lips against yours, making your whole body melt. Your hands take fistfuls of his jacket as you pull him closer.

“Guys, can we go?”, Ivy's voice sounded down the corridor making you both jump apart. “What’s taking so long?”, he asked stepping back into the room. “Y/n needed to finish up with camera settings”, iii breathed out. “we can go”, you quickly turned around hoping your cheeks weren’t all that flustered, “everything is set up”, with a light smile you met Ivy’s eyes finding him already grinning. “Glad you found the settings… together”, Ivy chuckled, stepping aside to let you walk ahead.

[dsireland86]

Hello ☺️ Hope your doing well.

Could I please request a Matt Dierkes one shot if possible him being a grumpy ass except to his wife?? Fluffy and cute 🙏

Oh you are my first Matt Dierkes one-shot! Yes! Thank you for the inspiration :)

Feeling on the Edge

TAGS: @philomenie @supersquirrel1996 @foliosgirl @angelmarie89 @fadingintothegrey @theanarchymuse95 @thisbicc @lma1986

Matt drummed his fingers on his lap anxiously. I could tell he was in a bad mood, dying to get out of the video call meeting with the management team. His face said he was irritated and completely over the whole record label bull crap. He just wanted to be done.

Seeing how fidgety he was, I nudged his leg beneath the table with my foot hoping the friction was enough to tame his temper. He looked over at me and his dark eyes, full aggression, immediately softening.

I grinned at him to let him know I was still in his corner. He grinned back, took a deep breath, and refocused his attention on the computer screen, but not before reaching over and placing his hand on the inside of my thigh.

The rest of the day was hell for everyone, because Matt insisted on setting the world around him on fire. Every little thing that someone did annoyed him. Every word that was said, Matt had some sarcastic, snippy remark to follow it.

In the process of just three hours, he managed to break a computer monitor because he was too impatient, cut the wrong wire while attempting to splice a cable that Noah said was dead, spill Nicholas's coffee all down the front of him because he turned around too fast out of anger, dropped a mix board, misplaced his phone not once, not twice, but three times, and to top it all off, he had run out of Dr. Pepper.

"Dude, you need to calm the hell down! You starting to stress me out," Folio criticized him.

"Yeah, no joke. And if Folio is stressed then the rest of us are at the point of giving you a beatdown."

Matt glared at Noah who crossed his arms while leaning against the table. Matt didn't speak, but the look he was giving Noah screamed a big "fuck you".

"Well, it's not my fault. Those stupid pieces of shit at the record label treat me like I'm and idiot sometimes. I'm not a fucking idiot! I know how to do my job!"

"Nobody is say you are, baby," I pointed out.

"Matt calm down, man. You know not to listen to those people."

Nicholas came walking into the conversation after switching to a pair of clean clothes.

"Oh my god! What the hell are you wearing?"

Matt's expression was of utter disgust, looking at Nick. All of us turned and stared, a few bursting into fits of laughter. Nick didn't match at all. Sporting a neon pink shit that was a little too snug and a pair of snake skin looking pants that were way too stretchy for him to be wearing, he looked ridiculous.

"What?" Nick shrugged with his hands up. "It's all I could find. If someone hadn't been so angry and turned around so fast," scowling over at Matt, "I wouldn't be in this mess."

"Oh so it's my fault you look like a clown?" Matt snapped.

"Yeah, I kinda is," Nick shot back. "And your piss poor attitude!"

"What! I don't have a piss poor attitude! I've just had a fucked up day and all of you have added to it!"

"What! I didn't do anything!" I exclaimed defensively.

Matt's eyes quickly shifted over to me. "No, no, not you baby. You're fine. You haven't done anything wrong," he reassured me, smiling.

"Oh for god's sake, come on man! Your wife isn't that perfect," Folio groaned.

"Hey!"

"Mmm, I don't know, Folio, she's pretty perfect. I mean, you've had her cooking, and we all know that's she's done your laundry a few times, even finding the matches to your lost socks."

Folio looked at me, smiling apologetically.

"Yeah I guess so. Sorry, Y/N," he said leaning over and laying a sweet soft kiss on my cheek.

"Okay, well if you all are done flirting with my wife, I'd like to have her back now, please. Go get your own women! She belongs to me."

"Matt! That was so mean!"

"What! It's true! They're always trying to steal you from me."

I laughed so hard.

"Holy shit, Matt, you can't be serious!"

"Especially you," he chided Noah. "You're always trying to get in her pants."

"Alright, Matthew. That's it! Come with me; now!"

"It's Matt," he corrected me as I pulled him away from the group.

"What is going on with you? Where did that come from? Noah? Really, Matt!"

Squeezing his eyes shut, Matt pinched the bridge of his nose, walking sluggishly over to me. I snaked my arms around his waist, shaking my head at the Lord of the Rings Shirt he was wearing.

"I just washed that shirt and hung it up last night," I scolded him.

Turning his hat backwards, he lowered his forehead to mine, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry. I'm snapping again, aren't I?"

I smiled, placing my hands on the sides of his face.

"Yes, baby, you are," slowly sliding my hands up under his shirt. I played with the front of the waistband of his joggers, feeling his tummy sink in from being so ticklish. He chuckled, jerking his body away from me, but I gathered his shirt in my hands and pulled him back into me. That's when his lips found mine, colliding ever so gently. They were wet and warm, and tasted like the recent Celsius he'd just had.

"I'm sorry," he breathed.

"For which part?"

He scowled at me, confused.

"For being grumpy or the shirt?"

Matt laughed, giving me a quick kiss.

"Both."

"You owe those guys over there more of an apology. You've been horrible to them today. Are you listening to me?"

"Yup, I am," he assured me. But the way he scooped me up into his arms, leaning over me and attaching his lips to my neck, I knew he wasn't.

"Matthew, stop!" I squealed, trying to get out of his clutches. "Let me go!"

"It's Matt, and no," he groaned, letting his head fall to my chest as I continued to wiggle out of his embrace. "I'm not letting you go. Ever."

The more I wiggled, the more he tightened his grip and my leg got caught up in his, tripping me, and causing me to fall. I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for the hard impact, only to meet a soft body beneath me and a slight bump to the floor. I looked down and saw Matt beneath me.

"Shit, baby!"

"I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm good." He stared up at me, smiling.

"What? Are you sure?"

"Positive," he assures me, reaching up and pulling me into his lips. He kissed me slow, taking his time to let me feel every move he made.

"Mmm, that... I like that."

He grinned. "I like, you. A lot."

"Oh really? I hadn't noticed," I joked, leaning in and kissing him again, feeling him smile against my lips.

Matt sat up and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his lap. I rested my arms on his shoulders, staring into his eyes.

"You're really pretty, you know that?"

"Oh, so you can give compliments. Shocking!"

"Shut-up! God," he shook his head laughing. "Your sarcasm's going to kill me one day. And what the hell, I'm trying to be nice here!"

Matt tickled my sides, making me laugh hysterically.

"I love you," he said, kissing my forehead.

Wrapping myself up in his arms, I snuggle into Matt, burying my face in his chest. His heart was beating fast, telling me he was happy; that I made him happy.

"I love you, too, Matthew," I replied, grinning.

"It's Matt."

[dragon-kazansky]

Spirit of the sea

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

You were a member of Blackbeard's crew long ago. Then you became a ghost story. Izzy Hands only sees you in his dreams these days, until he sees you for real when investigating Stede Bonnet. This sets him on a rollercoaster of emotions between you and what his captain is doing.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Warnings: Calico Jack. Sad Izzy. Sad you.

Chapter Seven - Blind Man's Cove

♡♡♡

Izzy sits in Spanish Jackie's bar. He had just made a deal with the British Navy to hand over Stede Bonnet. When the Navy left, Izzy was left to sit on his own at the back of the bar. He had his head in his hand, his hair messed up from where he had ran his fingers through it. In his other hand was the ring he wore around his neck. It felt heavy in his palm.

"Be safe," he whispers.

He stared at the little piece of jewellery and then closed his fingers around it, closing his eyes for a moment. God, he wishes you had come with him. He wanted to mend the damage done from 6 years apart. He wanted to be able to look at you and feel normal again.

Stupid fucking Stede Bonnet.

And yet, it was because of Bonnet they found you again. Still, he needed to get rid of the man. He needed his Blackbeard back.

He just hoped you would find it in your heart to forgive him what he had done.

♡♡♡

It was late at night. You had fallen asleep in Izzy's old bed once again. Lucius had been earlier to check on you as he done every night so far.

You had only just drifted off to sleep when you heard voices. One of them was definitely Edward. He sounded excited.

Sighing, you sat up. "What is he doing?"

You get up out of bed and make your way up onto the deck. What you see was not what you were expecting. No fucking way was Calico Jack onboard the Revenge.

"Fuck off."

At the sound of your voice both Jack and Edward turn around. Ed looks beyond excited.

"Look who found us! Jack, Calico Jack!" Ed grins.

Jack grins too, but his is more of a smirk than a smile. "Long time no see. Last I heard, you were a spirit haunting the waters."

"Yeah, that... that's just a story," you say. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Came to see ya both, didn't I?" Jack drapes an arm around your shoulders and guides you back toward Edward. "Three pals back together again! Just like old times."

♡♡♡

Stede wakes up to the sound of cannon fire. He comes up deck to find you leaning back against the railing as Edward and Jack have their fun. The rest of the crew are present too.

"What's going on? Who are we attacking?"

"Hey! Shit, did we wake you?" Ed asks. Jack and himself had been drinking for a couple hours by this point. "Shot, sorry, we were a bit too loud."

"I mean... cannons are loud," you mutter, taking a swig of your own drink.

"We were blowing stuff up. I just got laid a visit by my old ship mate, Calico Jack."

"OK... um... Old mate? Well, if he's a friend of yours, hello." Stede greets.

"Who's the big gal?" Jack asks.

"Would you fuckin' stop?" Ed playfully shoves him. They both laugh. "He's joking. He's fuckin' joking. You're not a girl."

You take another swig from your bottle as you watch the exchange.

"Jack, Stede Bonnet. Stede Bonnet, Jack."

"Good to meet you." Stede shakes Jack's hand. "So, er, what are we blowing up?"

Edward goes on to explain they had found and old chest of drawers. Stede comments that it was an old family heirloom, but he shakes it off as if he wanted to blow it up anyway.

He promptly invites Edward to breakfast, where Jack tags along. Stede doesn't look too pleased, but rolls with it.

You decide to take your bottle of rum over to the nearest steps and sit down. Lucius spots you and makes his way over, pulling a face.

"Rough night?"

"Didn't sleep much." You tell him, lowering the rum bottle from your lips. Lucius reaches out and takes it from you. You hadn't drank as much as the other two had, but Lucius wanted to stop you from drinking any more anyway.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"What's left to talk about? I miss him, okay..."

"What's the deal with Jack?" He asks.

"He's Ed's mate."

"Go on," Lucius urges.

"He's a bit of a wild card. Crazy shit will happen while he's here, for the record. He brings out some of the crazy in Blackbeard."

"Okay. Anything else?"

You sigh and look at him. "He was a drunken fling. That what you wanna hear? It happened once, never again."

Lucius grins. "Feels good to get out in the open though, right?"

"I don't know how that information makes amy difference to anything," you say, burrowing your brows in confusion.

"It doesn't, I just wanted to hear you open up. See, you're learning it ways. You're one of us."

You laugh softly.

♡♡♡

Lucius spent a good portion of the morning with you, Pete joining you both at some point. You were enjoying your time with them chatting and sharing stories. Pete shared of his made up stories about his time on Blackbeard's crew. You found amusement in them and Pete seemed proud you liked them.

When Edward and Jack returned to deck, Jack had his whip at the ready. Edward at up some bottles along the railing of the ship.

"What are they doing?" Pete asked, watching the two men.

"Whippies."

Calico Jack was a master of the whip. The crew cheered as he broke each bottle without missing a beat. You can't deny his skill, no matter what you may think of the man.

Stede looks rather horrified.

"Whippies! Whippies! Whippies!" Everyone starts cheering.

Jack whips the cards from Swede's hand.

"The guy's an absolute legend with a whip." Ed laughs.

"How long's he staying, do you think?" Stede asks Ed.

"Ah, fuck, I don't know. I mean, you know, we're keeping it open-ended. You can't put a fuckin' time limit on fun, mate! Jack! Whip my balls!" Ed urges, laughing.

Jack whips his balls.

Of course it fucking hurts.

You sigh, having seen enough. You get up and walk across deck.

"Hey! Where ya going?" You hear Jack call.

♡♡♡

You lay on Izzy's bed and look up at the ceiling. You were glad to see Blackbeard had perked up a bit, but you were also a bit sad to see Stede not looking so comfortable. You knew Jack could be a handful.

However, Jack is not so much on your mind as Izzy is. You find yourself thinking about him a lot these days. His absence is really settling in.

You would give anything to see his face again.

"Come back, Izzy... please..."

The cabin is terribly quiet. It feels lonely. God, you miss that man.

♡♡♡

"There was the time he saved my life."

Ed and Jack were sharing stories with the crew. You were up there doing some chores on the ship as the others had stopped to listen.

"I don't like to bring it up. It's a bit immodest." Jack brushes Ed's words off.

"Come on!" "Tell us!" The crew plead.

"It was actually not too far from here, uh, matter of fact, on old Blind Man's Cove."

"Well, you know what. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be alive today," Edward says.

"I love this dopey bastard right here." Jack laughs. "That's a real pirate! Not like one of these store-bought types."

You glance at Stede when Jack says that.

"Jack, I hate to ask, but... where's your ship and your crew?" Stede asks. "You'd think a real pirate would have those."

"Well, I'm kind of, uh, between things at the moment." Jack replies. "Look, fellas, I know it looks like I'm killin' it, but, uh... I'm really not."

There's a pause of silence.

"My crew mutinued." Jack cries. "Third time it's happened this year."

Edward comforts him. Everyone looks at Stede, disappointed.

"You made him cry." Pete says.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Well, it was a pretty bitchy question." Lucius frowns.

Ed takes Stede off to the side to talk to him. The crew move in to comfort Jack.

"It's okay, CJ. I'm sure it wasn't personal." Roach tries to comfort him.

"Yeah, well, when they tie an anchor around your leg and throw you overboard, it feels pretty personal."

"We were gonna mutiny on Stede," Pete tells Jack.

"Yeah, probably again someday." Swede adds in.

Jack smiles at them. "Thanks, fellas. Real nice of you to say."

"Calico!" Stede returns. "I was thinking would it cheer you up if we went for s little trip? Perhaps somewhere fun?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Don't make a bother for me."

"Where you wanna go?" Ed asks.

"Well, I haven't been to Blind Man's Cove in years."

"Well, Blind Man's Cove it is." Stede smiles.

♡♡♡

"Yardies! Who's up for yardies?" Jack yells.

You sit on deck, the ship just off the coast of Blind Man's Cove. It's definitely a pretty island, but the cove is quite closed in.

However, the crew have their fun.

Roach attempts a game of yardies, but doesn't clear the deck. He's alive, but man would that have hurt. You felt it yourself as he hit the side of the ship.

Later you all find yourselves on the beach. They attach a knife to a turtle and try to get it to fight a crab. The funniest part about this was watching each of the crew take sides. Turtle or crab.

Stede was standing beside you looking horrified. "This is fun?" He asks softly.

"To some."

"But not to you?"

"Oh no, not to me. Nor you by the looks of it."

Stede sighs softly.

At one point Stede goes off into the trees to pee. You'd all been drinking rum like there was no tomorrow. Jack also disappeared from the beach and you had a speaking suspicion he went after Stede.

You watch Blackbeard. He seems chipper. A lot like his old self before Stede Bonnet. Just how you remembered him. He turns and sees you, smiling.

"Isn't this fun?" He asks.

"Yeah. Fun."

Ed swings his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side. "Come on, smile! Just like the old days."

"Sure."

"What is it?" He asks.

"Nothing..."

"Oh... Is this about Izzy?"

You fall quiet.

"He's gone. He made his choice."

"I know. I don't need to be reminded. You can still miss someone, ya know?"

"I know."

Stede returns from beyond the trees and marches down the beach. Ed spots him and follows him. "Where you going? We're about to have a coconut war."

Turns out Stede isn't having much fun. When you hear he was heading back to the ship, you felt like doing the same. Though you knew Lucius would probably come scold you for sulking later.

Jack throws a coconut at Ed. Stede heads back to the dingy. You catch up to him.

"Can I go back with you?"

"Not having fun either?" He asks softly.

"Not really."

Stede smiles and nods. "Come on then, let's go back to the ship."

♡♡♡

When you both get back to the ship, Stede invites you into his cabin for some tea. You decide to take him up on his offer. The ship is quiet with just two of you, but it's kind of nice.

Stede pours you both some tea and some cake he had Roach prepare earlier. You both sit down and enjoy.

"I don't like who Ed is when he's with Jack," Stede says, sipping his tea.

"I know it's very different from what you've seen of him, but he really was like that all the time before."

"Yes, so I've heard." Stede sighs. "Still, the Ed I know was so different."

"Yeah. You... softened him up a bit."

Stede looks at you softly. "Is that bad?"

"Not necessarily. Just different. I don't hate it." You take a bite of your cake. "I've been getting a bit used to being on this ship."

Stede smiles. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like."

"Thank you."

While the crew pass time on the beach, you and Stede hang out. He takes you through some of his books, tells you where some of his furniture is from, and you tell him a few stories of your own sailing days.

"You talk about Izzy a lot," he points out.

"Do I?"

"Yes. You sound quite close."

"I thought we were. Turns out I was wrong."

"How so?" Stede furrows his brow at you. The pout of his lips in confusion was, dare you say, somewhat adorable?

"He left. Didn't hesitate. I must be pretty easy to leave."

"Why didn't you go with him?"

"He did ask me to, but... I don't know."

Stede reaches out and gives your hand a friendly pat. "Well, I for one am glad you stayed."

♡♡♡

As night draws in, Stede retires to bed. You decide to do the same, curling up in Izzy's old cabin again. You still refer to it as his even though he's not here any more.

The crew had returned and they had clearly being drinking none stop. The sound of smashing is keeping you awake.

You decide to at least see what's going on. When you get up to deck, Buttons is yelling at them for being so loud. He was trying to moonbathe.

"Sorry, Buttons. Maybe he's right, guys. Should we pack it in?" Ed said, clearly drunk. "It's been a day."

The crew begin to agree, and you're about ready to help some of them get to bed, but Jack refuses and grabs his whip.

"King Coconut says, we go," he whips a sack nearby, "another," he whips the deck, " round!"

Lastly he whips wildly and everyone gasps in horror as Jack whips Buttons' seagull, Karl. You stare wide eyed as Buttons picks up his little bird friend.

"He's deid." Button says, his accent heavy. "You... killed him."

Buttons hands Karl over to Roach and starts talking in tongues. "I hex upon ye, I hex upon ye, I hex upon yeee...!"

You watch in mild confusion and fascination.

"Well, thay was some weird shit."

You walk over to Jack. "You should go."

"Oh, come on. It was an accident." He grins.

"Get off my ship!" Stede calls from behind you. You move away and let him come closer. "Like they said, you should go."

"Fine. I don't give a shit. Party sucked anyway. I'm out. Who's with me?" Jack asks. He looks at you, but you remain standing beside Stede. "Oh, come on. You don't wanna stick around with this fop, do ya?"

No one moves.

Jack turns to Ed. "Blackie? I saved your life man."

"Yeah."

Stede's expression falls. "Wait. You're leaving? With him?"

You frown. First Izzy, now Blackbeard?

"This is who I am, Stede." Ed speaks quietly. He glances at you, but you don't move. "You were always gonna realise what I am."

Edward walks over to the side of the ship and then looks back over his shoulder. "Take care, mate."

You take a deep breath before walking off.

♡♡♡

Lucius was on his way to go see Stede, but decided it best to stop off by your room first. As expected you were curled up on the bed. He doesn't have to say anything for you to know he was there.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" He asks.

"With pity."

Lucius steps into the room. "I wasn't. I did want to make sure you were okay though. First Izzy, now Blackbeard."

You look at him unimpressed.

"I'm gonna go check on the captain. You coming?"

You sigh softly and get up. "Yeah."

Turns out Stede was worse off than you. He was sat by the window with his telescope, watching Ed on the beach. Oluwande had spent the night in here, so he hadn't slept all that well either.

"Has this been going on all night?" Lucius asks.

"All night. No breaks."

Lucius goes over to his captain to try and talk to him. You sigh and watch from beside where Olu is seated.

"Morning, Captain. Do you mind putting the scope down for a sec?"

Stede doesn't budge.

"Okay, I will just take this..."

"No..."

"One, two..."

"No!"

"...three."

Lucius takes the scope from Stede. He hands it over to you and you tuck it away somewhere safe.

"Long night?" Lucius asks.

"I don't know," Stede replies softly.

"OK. And do we think this more of a spat or a rupture with Blackbeard?"

Stede rests his head back with a think against the window panel behind him. "I think it's done."

Lucius sighs.

"Well, lucky for you... I'm fantastic at break-ups. I helped them with Izzy, so I can help you too."

"Izzy and I didn't break up," you say.

"Yes you did."

"We weren't together to begin with."

"Eh," Lucius shrugs. He walks past you swiftly and Stede returns to sulking.

♡♡♡

"I just wanted to let you all know, we'll be holding a buriel at sea for Karl." Stede talks to his crew.

Buttons sobs in the background.

"Understandably, Buttons is..." Buttons cries again. "...rather audibly upset. And on a related note, Blackbeard will no longer be sailing with us."

You sigh and look down at the deck. Maybe this was payback for leaving them 6 years ago. They've all left you.

"It's a big one, I know. It was a mutual decision, which I initiated first."

"So this mean we're back to being captained by just... you?" Pete asks.

"Look, technically, you've always been captained by me, and only me, so there's no change there." Stede replies to him.

"Right, but what if some of us saw ourselves more as Blackbeard's employee?"

You roll your eyes.

"I can still stay right?" You ask, turning to him.

"Course. I'd be sad to see you leave too..."

You give Stede a comforting smile and pat his later lightly.

"Look, these things happen. Sometimes captains drift apart. I know its tough, but chin up. OK? Neither of us will like you less or more than we did before."

"Bad news, Stede." You say, looking out to see.

"It is. It's terrible news," Stede replies, sighing.

"Not that. That!" You point out to sea.

An English Navy fleet have arrived. Three big ships trapping the Revenge into the cove.

"That's a lot of ship."

"Yeah, and we're trapped," you tell him.

A cannon is fired and it hits the unicorn as the front of the ship, completely beheading it.

"Warning shot," you tell Stede. "The next one's into the hull."

"Right, we should probably fire back at them, um... Prepare the cannons!"

"Wait!"

You all turn around to see Ed climbing back onboard.

"Hoist the white flag!"

"Ed!" Stede smiles. You smile too. He came back.

"Better alive than dead."

You and Ed nod at each other.

♡♡♡

Izzy watches the Revenge from the English Navy ship. He's gripping the ring around his neck as he keeps his eyes on the other ship.

"I'm here," he whispers.

The white flag is raised on the Revenge and Izzy holds his head up higher. He gets into one of the boats with the English and they row toward the Revenge, toward you.

Izzy was coming back.

♡♡♡

@grippleback-galaxy - @askmarinaandothers - @godlikegallagher - @for-fuck-sake-im-alive - @whiskeyswriting - @lxsm2 - @bloody-bunni666 - @the-chocoholic-writer - @bugbugboy - @callmemana -

[rafedaddy01]

@proactivetypaperson @cooper8224

A/n: okay so this seemed a little rocky in the start but I feel like I pieced it together as I went. I feel like reader has had a mental breakthrough and it’s kinda what I was going for, I hope that makes sense. Thank you for the request to make a part 2 to this, here is part 1, I tagged it for all you fellow readers to understand what this is about, thank you luvs!!!

Now it was the next day and you were still unsure how to tell Rafe you knew he’s been cheating on you. It turns out this isn’t the first time. He’s been sneaking off after work and fucking random bimbos everyday.

You thought you’d do the mature thing and have a conversation with him. So one day after work, Rafe stumbled in a little drunk and swung down on the couch next to you.

“How was your day, baby?” You casually said.

“Ugh, good. I miss you though” he said pushing up and tapping your nose. It was nauseating. who knew where those hands had been.

“Oh yeah?” You said cocking and eyebrow at him. “Listen.. we need to talk. I want to ask you something and I need you too be 100% honest with me” you said folding your hands over your chest. He sat up and quickly sobered up at your words.

“Where were you last night Rafe? And don’t lie to me” you said sternly, putting up a finger and pointing it at his face, which was now shocked at your confrontation. “What do you mean, baby? I was at work” he casually said.

“Uh uh. Don’t “baby” me. Rafe I know you’ve been cheating on me. There’s no denying it because my cousin saw you kissing some blonde bitch last night at the bar. Now. Tell. Me. The. Truth!” You gritted through your teeth.

“Okay okay okay. I’m sorry baby, it was one slip up. I promise! I don’t even know why I did it. It was stupid. I love you, baby, and only you. Please forgive me” he said squatting down on his knees in front of you now.

You rolled your eyes at his patheticness. It was all lies. You’ve heard it before.

“No Rafe. You’re not sorry, and this is not the first time” you said huffing a breath out. His eyes turned sad as he realized where this was going. Not that you cared, you’ve been wanting to dump his ass for a while now.

To be honest Rafe had some serious psychotic issues, like seriously mentally fucked. He would lose his temper a lot!

“Baby, baby. Baby please! Please don’t do this! I-I-I promise I’ll change, please! I can’t lose you! Okay? I’ll- I’ll cancel for tonight, I’ll tell every girl it’s off, I’m done!” He graveled with you.

You scoffed and a tiny laugh escaped you. “Are you fucking serious? Your gonna cancel your plans to bone another girl tonight to make it up to your girlfriend. Really fucking pathetic, Rafe.” You said pushing him off your thighs and rushing upstairs. “I’m done Rafe! Me and you were through, I’m packing my shit and leaving” you shouted at the top.

He quickly rushed after you. “No no no, baby! Please don’t do this!” There was tears streaming down his face by now. You shook your head and laughed to yourself. “You know..” you smacked your lips and proceeded

“I could have easily set your precious car on fire or stabbed you with that fucking knife last night when I found out, but I didn’t. I handled this the mature way. And that, Rafe, is why me and you will never, every, not a chance in hell, be together again. You’ve grew up all your life with everything handed to you and you expect everything from everybody and everyone, but no, no no no! Not me! I’m done!” You said shouting and slamming your suitcase shit and heading for the door.

“Move out of the way Rafe!” You said as he blocked your exit. “No, not until you forgive me” he said bending to his knees and wrapping his muscular arms around your legs “please, y/n, I need you” “what you need Rafe, is some pussy. Now get off me! Call one of your skanks to come comfort you” you pushed him off you and raced down the stairs. “Baby please” he wailed like a little baby who just got abandoned by his mother, and that was music to your hears and you were happy to have had that be the last thing you heard as you stormed out of the house and left, for good.

Rafe Cameron was dead to you. But that didn’t stop him from trying to get in contact with you.

Every night and every day your phone blew up with messages about how he was sorry and for you to pick up and then some unstable behavior on his part telling you to fuck off snd then back to sweet old Rafe telling you how much he missed you and loved you.

All shit you’ve heard before. You snapped your phone in half and disposed of it. You changed your number and disappeared, never to be found by the infamous Rafe motherfucking Cameron.

That didn’t stop him though, you heard all over town how he was trying to find you, going door to door seeking you. Too bad he didn’t think to look at the most simple lest place ever, his best friends house

[world-of-aus]

Never Been The Type To

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Mobster!Reader

Warnings: Cliff Hanger????

Author's Note: An accompanied piece to Tell Me I've Been Lied Too! I'm not sure where I will be taking these pieces but if y'all are interested I'll try and see where I can take this. Hope you all enjoy this follow up! Happy Readings Buns.

The shipment was torn into, bullet casings strewn amongst the wooden framing that adorned the floor of his warehouse. The longer he looks at the damaged goods the harder his jaw clenches, teeth grinding, as he looks over what will set him back months to replace. “Security’s been taken care of,” Steve calls from behind him flanking his side as he joins his boss, eyes assessing the scene. 

“Cameras catch anything?” 

Steve’s silence is enough to have Bucky sending his foot into the already damaged crates, the wood splintering further under his foot as the fire burns within him, rage all consuming. “What the fuck am I paying for then!” the brunette all but growls as he rounds on his best friend getting in his space. “No one,” he points to the doors behind Steve, “No one should have been able to get to these crates without a bullet between their eyes, do you know how far back this sets us? Do you know how much money I've lost to this? Give me something Rogers, something other than Security's been taken care of!” 

Steves hard gaze is undeterred, “whoever did this knew what they were doing, they’re not some chump hired off the streets, it could have been a rat.” 

Bucky’s jaw clenches as he glares his concierge down, “you telling me that you let a rat fly under your radar unnoticed,” he growls poking Steve in the chest, “don’t think Wilson would let something like that happen if he had your rank.” Steves features mirror his, “not what I'm saying,” the blonde grits teeth bared, “but this person knew what they were doing Barnes, they took out the cameras, took out our men and our cargo in a matter of minutes, whoever this is has it out for you.” 

The brunette turns away from his friend, cold eyes going back to the problem at hand, “I took care of every last person who would even think of pulling some shit like this when I went after those who wronged my father.” Steve doesn’t have to say your name, for Bucky to know what he’s thinking, “she doesn’t have the drive to pull something like this,” Bucky lies turning away from his friend. “We can’t scratch her from the list,” Steve murmurs, “you lied to her, betrayed her trust, you murdered her father in front of her!” 

Bucky’s on Steve in an instant his hands curled around the lapels of his collar, “I did what I had to do,” he growls, “she wasn’t made for this life Steve, couldn’t even see the corrupt shit her old man was doing behind her back, I had to do it! Her father was ready to sell her soul for the next big thing!” 

“So you to lie to her, couldn’t be the bigger man and tell her what was going on? Had to be just like daddy?” Steve knows he deserves the fist to the face, but he also knows his boss needs to hear it, Steve had never agreed to what Bucky felt he needed to do you that night. Couldn’t stand at his best friends, stand at his bosses' side, the night he murdered your father. Steve knew your father deserved it with what he had planned for you, but he couldn’t agree with how Bucky went about it. “Feel better big man,” Steve spits, blood splattering the concrete, Bucky pushes him away, “Go home Rogers, you’re done here.” 

“You think letting yourself into her home is going to make matters any better for you,” Steve calls after Bucky. “I’m getting answers Rogers, answers you all have failed to give me, go home to Peggy, you’re done.” 

Your back was to the wooden oak doors of your office, cooled glass in hand as you look out the French windows of your home. It was dark out, your security having gone home for the night after inspection of your property, your father wouldn’t have agreed to the new change implemented, but they had families; loved ones who waited up for them, waited for their safe arrival home. 

You swirl the cube of ice in your cup, bringing it to your lips as you swallow down the last of the amber liquid. You pretend not to hear the soft creak of your office door, the cautious steps into your office. You wait, “you have a death wish?” You chuckle placing the empty glass down onto your desk before you’re turning to face the man you once thought was the one. 

You wondered if the ache in your chest would ever wane. 

“If it’s my time, it’s my time,” you answer voice void of any emotion, “to what do I owe the pleasure?” 

In the dim of the office you catch the tick of his jaw, he’s annoyed, good. “Your dad’s gone and you just let your guard down? Anyone could just walk in and” he points his fingers at you in the representation of a gun going off right between your eyes. The laugh you let out is cold, “you’re the reason he’s gone James. Is that why you’re here asking stupid questions? You come to end my life the way you ended my fathers? Shame, was expecting you sooner than this, you’re slacking.” 

The tick is more prominent, you’re getting under his skin, “I think you and I both know why I'm here.” You raise a brow, “no actually I don’t, care to let me in or are you going to leave me in the dark like you always did.” “Cut the shit y/l/n the cargo,” he grits, “you’re the only one who could have pulled an operation like that, you knew -” 

You cut him off with a loud laugh, “you’re here because someone fucked with your shit and you think it was me?” “My men are dead because of you,” he growls. Your lips are set in a thin line as you stare the brunette down, “No your men are dead because of you. Not everyone has a vendetta to get those who wrong them Barnes, and my condolences to your men’s family but whoever fucked with your shit it wasn’t me. The day my father died was the day I vowed to myself never to be seen with the likes of you again.”  

“If it wasn’t you then who was it? I made sure to take care of every last person who wronged my father, you’re the only one who could have -” 

“Get out,” you grit, “I said get the hell out of my home Barnes!” you yell when he doesn’t move. “I want nothing to do with you, I don’t want to know anything about you, I hate you, I hate what you’ve done to me, who you’ve made me. I have lost so much because of you, I won’t let you take anymore.” 

His lips part but you hold a finger up, head casted down as you will the knot in your throat away, “Get out. Please.” 

The tick returns, but he doesn’t go against your word as he turns on his heel. It takes a lot of you not to crumble, your features stoned as you heave in shaky breaths. You turn to the desk picking up your burner unlocking the device as you pull up your messages. Opening the only message that sits there you draft up a reply, a file going attached with your warning. 

‘This is all I know. Don’t let your guard down, he’s coming for all of you.’ 

With notification that your message had been received you're sending the device crashing into the floor, your heel cracking straight through the screen glass. 

[hzbinnerdlover]

A King's madness

(Votes are in and I saw that Mammon has won! So here's me working on that fic inspired heavily by @chestcongestion 's art! Hope everyone enjoys)

It was another day within the Greed ring, the poor king was feeling a rather strange pain in his chest and throat as he slowly started to sit up and rub his head, looking oh so tired as he gave a heavy sigh. "Christ- what's with my fucking throat-", he mutters as he rubs it cautiously, looking at the window that was giving him too much sunlight for his liking here.

"Ugh, too fucking bright there mate. Slowly he gets up as goes to close the blinds, shaking his head as he feels an itch in his face, blinking confused as he attempts to fight it off, losing terribly.

"Heh...heh....H-Hih-HIT'ssssSHIEW!", giving a sniffle Mam blinks for a moment after recovering from the unexpected sneeze, putting the pieces together and groaning.

"Uuuuugh you've GOT to be fucking kidding me here. I can't afford that shit now. There's fucking money to he made here!", grunting deeply he decides to go over to his closet and with a tap of his wand transfer on his work clothes, immediately heading downstairs to get started on the work.

He sat there at his desk counting the finances that he has to go over. "Okay let's see here, hmmm...nah nah are ya bloody kidding me?! We're supposed to have over 30,000 dollars for this shit! How the hell did we lose 50,000 for this shit?! Who fucked up and who am I gonna have to fi- KFF! KFF!", a sharp cough stops his thoughts instantly as he holds a fist to his hand and let's out a raspy cough.

"Ugh seriously? Someone get me the list for this project ASAP!!!!" He says while spamming the paper down onto his desk. His assistant Fizzy came in, wearing her adorable little maid dress and her hat having two little daisies that bounced down at rhe end instead of puff balls. She rushes over with the list and sets it on Mammon's desk.

"Ugh finally, SOMEONE useful" He growls as he starts looking over, circling names of people he was gonna have to fire. "Uh huh uh huh, yeah that makes sense. Ugh those fuckers never knew what they were doing here. Don't they know wasting time like this cost me money?!" He sighs continuing to circle names when he suddenly stops, feeling the itch in his nose come back.

"Fucking hell are you- k-kid- heh....HECK'CHUUUUE!!! IP'chieeeeEW! Ah'CHIeeeeEW! Ugh....", he gives a damp sniffle as he coughs again, itching his nose with the back of his gloved hand. "Christ, now, where was I...."

Dolly looks at him rather concerned, furrowing her brows in worry as she stretches up to the top of his height and slaps a metal hand across his forehead.

"OW! Dolly! What the he-" he stops mid sentence when he hears a beep and raises an eyebrow, her pulling back down and shows a number across her digital eyes.

"The hell-? 103....wait- did you just take my bloody tempature?! Seriously?!" Dolly gave a simple nod and smiled, figuring she was being helpful.

"Uuuuugh course I got a fucking tempature mate, it's what happens when ya get sick. Now shut your mouth so I can get back to work!" He grunts as he shoves her aside and starts getting back to work, pulling out his phone to make a few phone calls to some of his sponsors. "Yeah- yeah this is Mammon. Listen mate, your shit fucking sucks! I mean do you guys even know what you're- KFF! KFF!", he coughs firmly into his fist again, patting at his chest to try to keep it down.

"Ugh fuck....no I'm fine. Just fucking listen to yeah? We need to make a good im-impre- I-I'pSHIIEeeeew!!! Ugh. Impression mate. The better the impression, the more people will wanna fucking buy. WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY IMPRESSION IS SHIT RN! WHOEVER THE FUCK YOU ARE, YOU'RE FIRED!!!!" Slamming his phone face down onto the desk he coughs into his hand once again, leaning down as he does so.

"Goddammit....this SUCKS." Grunting he starts getting up on his feet, immediately feeling woozy as he does so. "Say....is it fucking hot in here or is it just me...?", he asks as he starts feeling himself stagger, grasping onto the desk and coughing. "KFF! KFF! KFF! Fuck...." Slowly he starts to fall over.

Dolly is quick on her feet tho and uses her extended limbs to carefully push back and help balance her master, shaking her head as she starts guiding him away from the desk.

"Wha-? Where are we- ASHIEEEEW! Going-? I swear if you're taking me back to bed I'll throw ya in the junkyard mate!"

Dolly ignored him and continued on her way, bringing Mammon back to the bedroom and immediately grabbing his pajamas, holding them out as he gives a pout. "No. Fucking. Way." He retorts as he looks away and gives a little shiver, Dolly making jingle sounds with her bells as she gives a look of determination to make sure her master gets to bed.

With a heavy sigh Mammon snaps his fingers and changes wardrobe with a glare. "There. Ya happy now? Stupid machine."

Dolly let's the insult slide off her back and smiles, bringing him to the bed and tucking him in as he lays down. He attempts to clear his throat as he feels it getting scratchier and more raspy. "Fucking great. KFF! Dolly. Grab me my phone, I still got calls to make here"

Shaking her head she crossed her arms and waved her finger, being rather firm about this matter.

"Oh come on! Would just...help me weh-weh....heh...heh..." Already seeing the outcome she stretches out and grabs the tissue box, holding it out to her master as he quickly plucks a few of them and holds them to his face.

"HIT'chUuuuuu! Hic'SHUUUU! Heh...heh...HET'sshiiiEW! Ugh...*sniff* Fucking christ" The small Fizzy assistant presses a button on her outfit and smiles, a robotic tone talking. "Bless you master", seemingly proud of herself for remembering which button to press.

Mammon rolled his eyes as he reached over and grabbed a fresh few tissues. "For a new Fizzy you still don't know how to properly talk yet?" Sighing softly as he blew his nose loudly and messily, groaning as he attempted to wipe up the mess, only for another sneeze to follow. "G-Geh-GE'SHIEEEEW!!!" bending forward into it as he gave an exhausted groan.

The sound of the robotic "Bless you" came about again and he glances over at Dolly, who was still smiling proudly as she offered the sin another fresh tissue.

Taking it rather gratefully he sniffled and shrugged. "Least you're fucking polite", he said with much more tired blow from his nose. Laying back he rubs his eyes as Dolly takes all the used tissues for him and tosses them away in the nearby trash can.

"Mmm...I think imma try to sleep here. I guess money making can stop for ONE day." Closing his eyes he gives a heavy sigh as Dolly is one step ahead and dims the lights, the Greed king already falling asleep as she slowly closed the door and smiled softly. She's off to go about her next assignment which is arranging all of Mammon's favorite foods to eat while he would be sick for the next obvious few days.

(Edit here I'm SO sorry it took this long to get out- been dealing with moving preperations and family stuff and getting over being sick myself lol. So here it is as promised! Can't wait to write more for y'all!)

[sourpatchys]

Chapter three: Blood

Time: Quarry

Rating: nothing explicit. Mentions of walkers and death.

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: a magnetic pull, and a nights rest. The two survivors are growing closer by the day.

A/n: this took much longer than I had hoped for! I’m going to try my hardest to get the next chapter out much faster haha, hopefully the wait was worth it!

Guidelines masterlist Daryl!Masiterlist

The camp was in utter ruins when Daryl had returned.

Walkers were clawing their way into rib cages, ripping away the flesh and bone— screams echoed throughout the hills and trees, begging— pleading for help.

Any negativity Daryl had, from Merle, the weird fucking nursing home or the pieces of shit he had to live with— it all fell away in an instant. He was firing, shaking, even screaming— his body moved on pure instinct shuddering in a way he had never experienced before.

He was fighting for his life— for the life of others. Ripping arrows through the air, his eyes frantically searching for an end.

The way here was calm and quiet. He was pissed— angry and upset. His brother was gone and all he had to show for it were the people who left him to die. Walking home on an uneven trail, kicking the rocks under his shoes, cursing any god that would listen for ruining any life he had left.

The closer they got— the more Daryl started to pick up his speed. His muscles began to tense, a hot swarm of fire ants lighting up under his rugged skin. Something in his mind— in his body— started screaming, yelling at him, telling him to move faster. It felt as though he had lost all control, his legs were moving before he could even wonder why.

The sun had set by the time the small misfit group had returned, its burning rays hidden under the horizon, leaving terror in its wake.

He wasn't sure exactly what he was trying to accomplish— smashing in the heads of the dead with anything he could get his blood crusted hands on. At points he used nothing but the soles of his boots, caving in the skulls of the monsters he'd come to despise over the passing few months.

The blood was warm, washing over his burning skin like a safety blanket. Each pass of his fists, his axe or his bow, lightening the load of horror little by little.

It felt as though it had lasted hours, the adrenaline making every move he took feel slow— as if he were a movie on rewind— unable to reach the end.

Daryl's skin was sticky, his face was hot and his heart felt as though it was going to rip out of his chest. He was looking for something— static electricity was shooting through his brain like lightning, unwilling to stop, forcing his body to move— refusing to let him rest for even a moment.

His vision was blurry, fading lines together— the overwhelming darkness of the night only worsening his disheveled state. It felt as though he were having a panic attack, unable to catch his breath, chest caving and screaming for the release of pressure.

The moment he saw the group, huddled together and checking for injuries— something in him stilled.

He wasn't sure what did it, be it the proof that there were survivors, or the overwhelming pull of knowing everything was finally over— but the static left, replacing itself with cotton.

—

The attack on the camp alerted everyone to the dangers of staying still— something had to change and it had to change fast.

You weren't sure if you had ever felt that level of panic in your life— the overwhelming feel of being alone— forgotten.

It didn't make sense— nothing about your mind or your body's reaction to the chaos made any fucking sense. You understood the fear— the urgency of safety and the pull of death.

But why— why did you feel so utterly alone? You weren't alone— not even slightly. The entire group was with you, witnessing the carnage and bloodshed. They all saw Amy being ripped apart, her curdled screams for help. They all saw the ripped muscles and pointless deaths. Hell— they protected you! Killing any of those vile things that got near you.

Your mind was in a haze— unable to focus or understand. You felt like a child lost in a grocery store. The yelling of those who had left, running into camp from their mission and joining you in your fight for survival— it was the only thing that threw you out of your mangled state of mind.

Sleep did not come easy that night. The corpses of your newfound friends still littered the outside, rotting into the ground and killing the grass below.

Your pillow felt as if it were filled with rocks, your blanket cut into your skin like needles— and the ground felt twice as hard.

Part of you wondered how Daryl was doing.

Perhaps it was a way for you to distance yourself from the carnage, but you still couldn't help but wonder if he was okay. Merle hadn't come back that night, his presence erased entirely, never to be spoken of again.

Sighing in defeat, you sat up, ripping your needle pointed blanket away from your clammy skin and making your way towards the outside world. You didn't allow yourself a gander. Your eyes focused solely on your slippered feet, making a slow crawl towards the bright blue tent in the other side of camp.

The smell that plagued your nostrils was almost enough for you to call it quits— the undeniable rot and decay rising from the soil. Even without the visuals, it was impossible to ignore.

But the sight of that closed up tent door kept you right on track. It was like a pull— a magnetic connection that you couldn't ignore.

"Daryl?" You whispered, your index finger bent, tapping lightly on the closed up mesh. "Are you up?"

There was shifting behind the blue door before the zipper eased its way down, the small sound echoing through the hills, daring you to make another.

“What do you want?” His voice was gruff, his southern lull deeper than you had ever heard it before.

“I wanted to see how you were doing?”

His milky blue eyes looked you up and down, casting a spell of unease, unsure of what to make out of your nightly visit.

“Why?” He asked, finally removing his eyes from you and looking around at your surroundings. Unzipping the door all the way and stepping back. “Get in here, you don’t need to be out there.”

Thankful for the separation, you stepped inside, plopping yourself down on the hard floor and crossing your legs— unsure what to do with yourself in the new environment.

Daryl sat himself across from you— mimicking your own actions from the day before, as he turned on his bedside lantern, placing it between the two of you.

“I couldn’t sleep— I got to thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

His eyes were unreadable, staring right through you.

“You never answered me.”

Grunting, the archer leaned back in his hands, pulling his eyes away from you once more, choosing instead to look up at the makeshift ceiling.

“M’fine. Couldn’t sleep either.”

It was silent after that, though it wasn’t unpleasant. You found yourself calmer than you could ever recall being before, sitting tight in a broken down bright blue tent.

Feeling more comfortable, you allowed yourself to stretch, pulling your legs out from underneath you as you adjusted.

“Tomorrow— whatever we end up doing, and wherever we end up— can I leave with you?”

He stared at you, unsettled— confused by the request. Though, he couldn’t find it in himself to deny you.

“Whatever.”

A warmth unlike any you had ever felt seeped into your skin, glowing and trailing along through your veins. A smile— small yet true— made its way onto your face, a gleam of hope finding itself inside you once more.

“Thank you Daryl.” You beamed, placing your hand on his knee.

Soon enough you found yourself drifting, your eyelids growing heavy as your face began to tingle. It didn’t take long before your once restless night became something else entirely.

Next chapter

[starsofmilos]

The Villain and the Vigilante

Synopsis: Enemies to lovers. That's it.

Ahhh hello everybody! I've been really missing writing and came up with this piece in my head for a while so I finally put it on paper. I hope yall like it.

Masterlist

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, small amount of smut, violence, kidnapping, mentions of trauma,

“You know we’re probably gonna die here right?”

“We won’t.” Adrian muttered out fiddling with the ties around his wrist.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I still haven’t caught you so I refuse to die before I do that. I still have to finish getting rid of all the criminals in Evergreen. I still have shit to do so I’m not dying here and I’d be a terrible hero or Vigilante to let you die here too.”

You chuckled giving him a small look. “Aren’t you trying to kill me anyways too?”

“I was never trying to kill you. Just catch you. Yeah you’re a villain but even I knew you were just misguided. I just hated how cocky you were but if this experience has taught me anything. It’s that you’re not that bad and from what I’ve seen..it’s understandable why you’re the way you are.”

“I was just doing what you do.”

“I know but breaking way more laws. Maybe when you get out we could team up again.”

“Teaming up is what got us in this mess Adrian.”

“Don’t say my name and no it’s not. Your stupid past did.”

You flinched at his words mustering a glare. “Fuck you. I didn’t ask for this okay? Why does it matter anyways? We’re both gonna die.”

“We’re not.”

“Fine you may not die but I know I will. They only wanted me anyways.”

“Not true. Took us both for a reason and you won’t. I’m not letting you.”

“And why is that?”

“You know why.”

“Say it. Out loud Vigilante.”

Adrian glared you down shaking his head as he huffed fiddling with the ties again.

“Say it!”

“Fuck off.” You bit your lip growing frustrated as you looked away. Adrian sighed seeing the small amount of fear and despair in your eyes.

“Because a small part of me cares about you okay? I care about you and I…” Adrian struggled for a moment before shaking his head.

“Pussy.”

“I love you.” Adrian bit out after you insulted him. “I love you so I’m gonna get us out of this so I can hate fuck you then treat you like a fucking princess so neither of us can die.”

You looked at him in shock by his words not expecting him to say that.

“Okay…we’ll get out of here.”

Adrian smirked a bit before struggling with his ties. “Yes we will.”

“I still can’t believe we ended up in this mess.”

*Three days ago..*

It was always a chase between Adrian and you. It was kinda ironic if you were gonna be truthful about it.

You both had the same beliefs but you took things to the more extreme. Adrian was kinda jealous of how cool you were.

Also in all the time he had been trying to catch you to in his own words, ‘bring you to Justice,’ it never really worked out for him.

You’d always manage to escape and you had a fun time making fun of him for it too. Today was no exception.

“Aww poor Vigilante! What you can’t keep up!” You mockingly pouted at him as Adrian glared behind his visor.

“Oh fuck off. You know what you did back there was fucked up. You set a building on fire!”

“Correction I set an animal testing building on fire and released all the animals first.”

“You could’ve just killed the people who were doing the testing! You have to be stopped!”

“If I killed just the people it wouldn’t send a message. Someone would just go to replace them. Setting there lab on fire now that will say something.”

“So arson?”

“Yes arson. It’s quite funny how you argue with me when I just do what you do. Fight for Justice.”

“You break the law.”

“So do you when you kill people!” You groaned out walking away. Adrian sighed before beginning to chase after you.

Thus your annual chase began.

You laughed as Adrian chased you through the alleyways. Jumping through an open window on a nearby building. You gasped as you were yanked back into a pair of big strong arms.

"Got you..Try getting out of my grip now!" Adrian cheered as you squirmed in his arms. "Always gonna catch you dummy." He whispered in your ear.

A small shiver went down your back from how he pressed himself against your back making sure you didn't move.

"And I'm always gonna escape!" You raised your leg back using it as a distraction to lift your arm elbowing his rib.

"Fuck! I swear I'm gonna fucking catch you!" Adrian yelled out wheezing as you moved running away.

"In your dreams Adrian!"

"Stop using my real fucking name!"

The funny thing was Adrian and you had been old acquaintances. You met through work. Both of you worked at Fennel Fields before you quit.

The first time you met Vigilante it had been quite obvious to you who it was.

Adrian Chase, the cute dorky guy, the one you had a crush on for the longest. He was the reason you stood at the job as long as you did.

He was also the reason you got fired though. The manger had insulted him and you couldn't hold back from physically and verbally tearing into him.

"BYE ADRIAN!!" You laughed running away. Adrian growled angrily feeling himself grow heated a bit seeing your laugh.

He admired your form as you ran from him. Sighing to himself, he let you go for now. It totally wasn’t cause he wanted to see you again.

The next day, Adrian got up with a sigh feeling his ribs throb in slight pain. He got dressed heading out.

Adrian was ready to go in to meet the team and complain about you again. Even if you were pretty and had a pretty laugh and pretty hair...

"You guys can't imagine the shit she put me through last night-"

"I know it's unbelievable huh?" Adrian stopped dead in his tracks hearing your voice. You gave him a sheep smile as his snapped towards you.

"What the actual fuck is she doing here?!" He growled out reaching for his gun.

"I told you guys he wouldn't be happy." You mumbled out raising your hands in surrender as he glared you down. He threw his mask off looking to Emilia for answers.

"Chase before you decide to say anything-" You tried to calm him quieting once you saw his glare. Man did he hate you.

Adrian felt himself tense up seeing the small look in your eyes. He totally didn't think about seeing you with the same look pinned underneath him crying out as he thrusted-

"You shut up." He bit out sitting down. Emilia sighed.

"Okay so some explaining Vigilante. Obviously you know who she is and she knows who you are. We've recruited her for the next mission. Waller's orders." Harcourt gave him a small smile as Adrian sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Look I know you don't wanna work with me, but I agreed to help. This mission interested me especially because.." You grew quiet again growing nervous.

"I'll tell him. This is hilarious." Christopher laughed sitting down. "She's working directly with you as your partner."

Adrian's head snapped up as he scoffed shaking his head. "No. No fucking way. I come in here all the time to complain about her and you guys want me to work with her!"

"Yes they do. You're being a bit of an ass. I don't wanna work with you any less, but I'm not throwing a tantrum about it!"

"Oh fuck off!"

"Fuck you Adrian!"

"I said fuck off not fuck you! And don't say my fucking name!"

"Same difference you big baby! And why?! I know who you are any way! Don't want me call out for you Adrian!"

"I'm not a fucking baby! If anyone is a baby here it's you! You're the one who always doing illegal shit!" Adrian clenched his fist trying not to think about you saying his name.

"Funny coming from the guy who's wanted for mass murder!" You sat up getting bit closer to his face.

"Okay enough!!" Emilia called out sighing. "Stop already jesus christ this is gonna be hard. Look it's only for four days so bare with her and you stop pushing his buttons! She stays with you. You're the only one I trust to make sure she doesn't go out of control."

You groaned at her words. "I agreed to work with all of you first of all so why don't I get to be alone?"

"After that arson stunt you pulled, you stay with Adrian." You nodded sighing as Adrian sighed as well.

It how you ended up at his place later that night.

*Currently

"I still don't understand how this happened." Adrian muttered out as you struggled in your ties.

"I wish I could tell you..."

"Well why don't you?...I wanna know why you froze back there."

"I didn't freeze-"

"Yes you did. The second you saw the old man, its what caused you to freeze." You stood quiet ignoring him.

"Hey..I just wanna help..please.."

"You know you're one of the only people I trust Adrian..I don't wanna talk about it.."

"Y/N..."

"He's someone who scares me..It’s why he wants to kill me..He's the only one who scares me.."

"Did he hurt you?.." You stood quiet again struggling your ties. "Did he hurt you?" Adrian called out a bit louder this time.

"Yes..yes he did.." Adrian went quiet nodding.

"Okay...then we're getting out of here..and I'm killing him."

"Adrian-"

"No ifs ands or buts...I am fucking killing him especially for the mark he left on you today."

*Three days ago..*

You were forced to spend the night with Adrian. You smiled as he walked into the living room. It wouldn't hurt to try to be friendly.

You grew a bit heated admiring his shirtless form stopping once he looked towards you.

"Couch okay?...I know you're stuck here but I could give you my bed if you want.."

"Couch is fine. I got it. Thanks.."

Adrian hummed as he made some tea. "Sorry I don't wanna go to your place."

"Yeah..it's okay..I wouldn't have minded though..also I promise now that I know where you live I won't be going to bother you as much." You got up stretching stopping once you saw the bruise on his ribs.

You must’ve left that on him from the other night. You didn’t think it was that hard of a hit. He didn’t say anything-

“You better not. Last I need is my sworn rival popping up out of nowhere.” He teased a bit pouring himself and you a mug.

“Oh chamomile tea..my favorite..and yeah not like I wanna see you anyway.” You bit back gratefully accepting the mug.

“I remember your favorite from when we worked together at the restaurant. You’d come into work everyday with a foam cup of this shit. Tried it and found out I liked it too. I like it like this though. Not ungodly sweet with honey like you.”

You glared at him sipping the tea. “Mock my tastes why don’t you! The tea like this is good I just like you know flavor?”

“Sure sure if that’s what you call it sweetheart.” Adrian sighed finishing his mug giving you a sarcastic grin.

“God you’re an ass.” You set your mug down walking away. You had no idea this was Adrian trying to be nice. He remembered after all this time your favorite..

“Only towards you.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel special?” You huffed getting settled on the couch.

“Depends how you take it.” He shrugged sitting across from you. “Now we’re gonna talk about the case real quick. How are you involved in it? Sounds like a normal butterfly mission to me.”

“It’s not..” You mumbled out fiddling with your hands. “And I’m not at liberty to say.”

“Why not? I feel like I have a right to know.” Adrian raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t have to know why I’m involved just know I’m helping you guys.”

“Okay fine. I think it would be crucial to know though.”

“Jesus Christ do you ever stop pushing?” You bit out. You didn’t wanna talk about it. You didn’t want him to know.

“I’m just trying to know why I’m stuck with you!?”

“Fuck off. Right now Adrian.”

“Why should I?” You glared sitting up.

“I mean it back off. I’m not going to tell you. All you need to know is that I’m helping and that’s it.”

“Fine be that way. Here I was trying to be nice.”

“Be nice? You were being a complete ass. God I can’t wait till this is over and I go back to running away from you.”

“Me too! I can’t wait to have ugly filth out of my house!” Adrian yelled out storming away. You groaned angrily covering yourself.

*Currently*

“Do you really think I’m ugly?..” Adrian stopped fiddling with his ties at your question.

“I literally just admitted that I love you.”

“That’s not the same thing. You can still love something and it could be ugly. Three nights ago you said you wanted ugly filth out of your apartment. I know you meant me so do you really think I’m ugly?..”

“God you’re so stupid..no Y/N I don’t. You drive me fucking insane. In the little things you do. To be quite frank you’re one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen..now help me think of a way out of here. I meant it. We’re getting out so I can hate fuck you and love you till the day I die.”

*Two days ago*

The next morning, you ignored Adrian as he awoke going into the kitchen. He took a small glance part of him feeling a small bit of guilt for the way he yelled at you the night before.

“You want pancakes?” He asked thinking that maybe this would be a good chance to reconcile.

“Fuck your pancakes mrs buttersworth stupid looking bitch.” He thought wrong.

“How is that even an insult?!”

“It’s an insult to me you dick.”

He groaned. “Fuck you. I was trying to be nice and apologize but god I can’t wait now till you’re fucking gone.”

“Neither can I! None of this matters. I’ll be back for the mission tonight.” You grabbed your keys and bag about to walk out. Only to be stopped by Adrian stopping you.

“I can’t let you do that. Harcourt said you were under my care. That’s why you spent the night here.”

“Oh yeah and you think you could keep me from running out of here. You wouldn’t be able to catch me. You never can.” You taunted him shoving him to the side.

Adrian sighed gripping your waist to pull you back locking the door.

“You know you’re technically keeping me here against my will. That’s a crime Vigilante.”

“My direct orders were to keep you here. Look…you want me to apologize fine I will. I’m sorry that you’re being such a big crybaby-“

“Fuck you! Fuck you! What the fuck is your problem with me!? You’re always tearing into me!!”

“So are you!! Just this morning you yelled some stupid bullshit!” Adrian sighed again as you grew angrier.

What was his problem with you? You thought he would’ve loved working with you. You weren’t even sure how you guys got this way.

“I know you hate my guts! That’s fine! I tried to be nice and work with you but you’re such a dick! I even said yesterday when they assigned us that I know you don’t wanna work with me but let’s try to get along!!”

“How can I when you’re just so!!”

“What!? What am I!?”

“You’re infuriating! You do what you want! You don’t follow the law! And you don’t have any morals!”

“I do! Why do you think I only go after bad people!?”

Adrian stood silent trying so hard not to kiss you. He wanted to tell you the real reason why he hated you.

It was cause of the way you made him feel. He’s loved you since you both met at Fennel Fields when you worked there.

He didn’t want to risk you being hurt it’s why he was always chasing you. He wanted you so badly. But with the way you were glaring at him he didn’t think that would happen anytime soon.

“I know you only go after bad people. I know you do-“

“Then what is your honest problem with me! What is it!?”

“God would you just shut up for one minute!!” He sighed out gripping his face. “Okay look..I don’t hate you..I honestly don’t even know how we got to this point..let’s let it go..okay?..I’m sorry alright..while you have to stay here we should try..you were right..let’s try to get along for two more days.”

You stood silent. It freaked out Adrian. He was ready to do whatever it took. He didn’t mean to make you so worked up. He could’ve been nicer.

“Fine.” You finally spoke out. “Fine..but I really do need to go somewhere may I please go?”

“I still can’t let you. Harcourt said for us to stay put until the mission.”

“Dude you don’t get it. I really do have somewhere to be. Please Adrian.”

“I’ll go with you then.”

“That’s not necessary-“

“It is to me.” He spoke out grabbing his sweater. You sighed sliding your shoes on glaring at him a bit.

"No it's not..I said I'd stay but that doesn't mean I will listen to you! I have a life outside of doing what I do."

"And you think I don't!" Adrian snapped at you. "Look I'm honestly sorry for how mean I have been but Harcourt really wanted me and you to be together at all times. You can go but I am going with you. Don't argue."

"Fine you win. You can come but no questions. Not one."

"Deal..you won't even know I'm there." Adrian agreed following you out. He was almost like a shadow. The car ride was silent the whole way through.

"Hospital? You're not hurt?.." Adrian looked you over just in case. Had you been hiding an injury from him?

You couldn't be hurt-

"No. I'm fine. I just have something to do and didn't I say no questions." Adrian raised his hands in defense.

"Fuck me for being worried."

"You have no reason to be. I'm not hurt." You reassured him not really knowing why you were. Adrian didn't really care...right?

He nodded following you out the car. You walked to the front office. The nurse smiled seeing you.

"Y/N nice to see you today darling. I see you brought a friend this time."

She knew you by name? Adrian was confused as he stood beside you.

"I guess you could say that." She smiled handing you both visitor passes.

"Alright then can I get your friends name?"

"Adrian. He's just gonna stand outside."

"Okay but you know he'll still need a visitor pass." You nodded as she handed one to you and Adrian.

"Go on ahead through."

Adrian was silent as he followed you. The visitor pass he was given had your last name on it. What was going on?..

"Okay just wait here outside please." You sighed pleading with Adrian. "I know you said we can't separate but please stay right out here I'm not gonna go anywhere just give me twenty minutes."

"Uh yeah yeah..go ahead I'll wait here." Adrian didn't argue with you. It kinda surprised you but he seemed to be understanding. It's like he could tell you weren't lying.

You smiled walking inside. Sighing a bit, you shut the door seeing her laying in bed.

"Hey Olive.."

Adrian glanced at his watch it had been about twenty minutes since you had gone in. He was growing worried.

"Oh my god your visitor pass! You must be here with Y/N!" Adrian glanced up seeing an older nurse. "Are you her boyfriend? A lot of us nurses here have been pushing her to ask out this guy she keeps talking to Olive about."

"Uh..I'm sorry but I'm not-"

"Adrian right? She complains about you to Olive! I'm so glad you're here come on in!"

Adrian tried to stop her but he was dragged into the room. You sat there wide eyed as Adrian awkwardly stood in front of you. The nurse smiled at you.

"You should've let your friend in sweetie! I just came to check on Olive and saw him outside."

You scoffed a bit as Adrian looked anywhere besides you. "I see you're still reading to Olive that's good okay I'll leave you three be now."

The nurse smiled walking out. Adrian rubbed the back of his neck as he took a small glance at you.

"Well since you're here. Have a seat." You placed a marker in the book putting it to the side. "This is Olive, Olive this is Adrian. One I told you about."

Adrian glanced at the unconscious women in the bed. "Who is she?.."

"Sorry should've mentioned it. This is my sister. She's been in a coma now for three years."

"Three years?..that's when you quit-"

"At fennel fields. Yes. You probably would've loved Olive. She was an activist like me."

Adrian connected the dots quickly. Why you became a bit bitter and got extreme and why you disappeared off the grid.

"So how did this happen to her?"

"She was brutally attacked. Messed up her head so now she's in a coma. I do have the option to pull the plug but I don't have the heart to do it to be quite frank with you."

Adrian nodded staring at you then the book in your lap. "Sorry. I visit her everyday for at least an hour. I read her favorite series. Percy Jackson.."

"I love the Percy Jackson series."

"So did she and I..She...She was super cool Adrian.." Adrian nodded as you fiddled with your hands.

"Okay...I know you said no questions but I have a lot of questions."

"I understand that so go ahead ask away." You fiddled with the book as he spoke.

"How did she end up like this?"

"My sister was a activist. She had made a lot of enemies in her job. People hated her. She did things the right away. Not like you or me who kill. She took them to court and made sure to find everything she could so they were locked away for life..."

Adrian listened intently. He was so surprised by all of this. He had no idea that you even had a family. The way you made it sound back then was that there was no one.

"Why didn't you ever-"

"Mention her? She asked me not too. Said she didn't want the groups or people she went after to target me..Funny if she could see me now-"

"She'd be proud. You're doing what she fought for. You may be extreme but they're paying for what they've done. Now who exactly did that to her?"

"A bad group. I don't know who they were but they were more dangerous than any other group she went after. I told her to be careful but...they found me..kept me and tortured me for three days to get her to stop and because it was me she did. And then she..I think you could figure out the rest."

Adrian nodded, "So they hurt you?.." He clenched his fist silently swearing he'd find these bastards.

"Yes..and they did this to her..made me watch.." You grew a bit teary eyed looking away to blink it gone.

"I see..and you never found them."

"No..I couldn't...this is why I left though and became well as you call me..a villain...a bad person."

"You're not."

"What?.."

"Had I known..I wouldn't have-"

"Don't take back your words now Adrian. It's fine..I know why you said what you said." Adrian felt guilt rise in his throat. It burned.

"We should head back now.."

"Okay.."

*Currently*

"Adrian I want out..I'm scared.."

"I know I know..just calm down okay. I already promised we're getting out of here."

"You don't get it..They made me watch them hurt her and now they're probably gonna hurt you and I can't-"

"Neither can I. I will do anything to make sure you are safe and sound and believe me I get it. They hurt Olive and you don't wanna watch me get hurt and I don't want you to get hurt either."

You sighed growing a bit anxious. "Please baby...calm down..It's gonna be okay..I promise sweetheart.."

"You've never called me sweet names like that before."

"I should've sooner..I promise baby..we're gonna get out of here."

Adrian reassured you. "I'm just waiting for the opportunity. Can you tell me why you froze now? Any bit of information will help."

You grunted glaring at him a bit. "Cause I got scared! It was them..the ones who..I got scared once I saw that stupid ugly face that tortured me.. and Olive-"

"I didn't know that was them..Now I know why you got scared...but with me here you've got nothing to be scared of. Nothing. I'm not letting anything bad happen to you. So the next time you see him don't freeze...I'm gonna be right there."

Adrian sighed as you sniffled. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you, but right now he couldn't.

"I'm right here okay..just calm down.."

*One Day Ago*

Things between Adrian and you had gotten better. They weren't good, but they also weren't bad.

He stopped being so snappy at you. He seemed different. It was almost like he cared. You didn’t know how to feel about it.

You sighed as you struggled to get comfy on the couch. Adrian walked out seeing you groan.

“You good?” He laughed a bit getting a glass of water.

“I miss my bed..I wanna go home..” You sighed out. Adrian felt bad seeing you pout a bit.

“Hey it’s only two more days and you go home and we never bother each other again.”

You laughed a bit nodding. “Until our next chase.”

“Until our next chase.” He agreed with you. He walked to you. “Do you want my bed for tonight?”

“No no! I’m okay. Just complaining to complain. You get some rest.” You tried to reassure him. Adrian took a close look at your face. You tended as he leaned in.

“You have bags under your eyes. You haven’t been sleeping good.” He whispered out. You froze feeling his breath fan against your lips.

“I’m good.” You finally managed to get out trying to reassure him once more. Adrian shook his head.

“Nope not buying it. Come on. Go to my bed.”

“Adrian I can’t take your bed-“

“You can and you will. Now go.” You sighed shaking your head turning over.

“I’m fine.” Adrian grew frustrated shaking his head as he laughed.

“Fine you wanna do this the hard way!” You gasped as you were lifted off the couch. He threw you over his shoulder as you fought against him.

“Chase! If you don’t let me go right now!!”

“You’re getting rest cause you need it!!” He snapped as he tossed you on his bed. You grew flustered sitting up to glare at him.

“Adrian Chase!!” He smiled as you yelled walking out towards the couch. You ran out racing to the couch. Adrian stopped you as you both wrestled.

“Im trying to be nice!!”

“Screw your being nice!!” You snapped yelping as he picked you up again holding you back.

“Screw you for not accepting my niceness!!” He threw you back to his bed. He huffed walking out. You grabbed him shoving him down on his bed.

“Stay!” He grabbed your arm pulling you down with him. You tensed as you landed on top of him. He flipped you both over pinning you to the bed.

“No! You!” He growled out. You wanted to kiss him. He looked so beautiful as he panted on top of you.

You smirked. “Fine both!” You wrapped your legs keeping him locked against you. “We’ll share the bed!”

Adrian groaned too tired to fight you. “Fine!” He snapped out laying next to you. You scoffed turning so your back was to him.

“You suck.” You sighed.

“You swallow.” Adrian also sighed. You scoffed turning to face him.

“How would you know?” Adrian smirked now.

“Cause spitters are quitters and in the time I’ve known you Y/N you’re no quitter.” He mockingly smiled pulling you close. You struggled a bit before laying against him.

“I hate you.”

“Yup ditto now get some sleep.” He sighed out. You grumbled before shutting your eyes.

Adrian admired your sleeping form. “Why can’t you be like this all the time?” He moved some of your hair out of your face pulling you in closer.

You leaned into his touch in your sleep. He smiled before falling asleep as well.

The night went great until around three am. You awoke with a start. Someone had been banging on the door.

You sat up shaking Adrian awake. “Adrian! Adrian!” He opened his eyes jumping as he heard the knocking too.

“My guns are under the bed.” He got up quickly with you. You grabbed one of his pistols loading it. He looked hearing the front door being kicked in. “Hide!”

You nodded following his lead. You hid in his closet as he moved behind the door. A man walked into the room.

Adrian kicked him down quietly taking him out. You came out of the closet following him down the hallway.

There were several men. “Where’s the fucking girl!?” One of them yelled out. That voice..

It sounded familiar?

“Boss we’re looking! Our intel said she was staying in this home with the Vigilante!” Another man yelled out. Adrian glanced at you.

They were looking for you.

The man groaned. Adrian decided to make his presence known shooting a man down. You gripped the gun popping up with him.

“I’m right here asshole so stop destroying his apartment!” You snapped out. Adrian stood by you cautiously.

The man who spoke first smirked looking at you. “Wonderful..it’s so good to see you again.”

Adrian tilted his head confused. He tensed up seeing you begin to shake. “You still with me?” Adrian whispered out to you.

The man smiled pulling his gun out. “Get the girl.” Adrian seemed confused before feeling a presence behind him. He didn’t notice one of the men.

“Shit!” He cursed. You stood frozen. It was like you were stuck. The man walked to you taking the gun as he caressed your cheek.

“Y/N!!” Adrian yelled out for you struggling against the two men holding him. “Don’t touch her you son of a bitch!!”

Adrian’s yell seemed to break you out of your trance. Tears were running down your cheeks. “Adrian!!” You yelled out before gasping as you were pistol whipped leaving you unconscious.

The man smiled picking you up. “Take him too. She seems to care about him.” Adrian was hit in the back of the head knocking him out.

*Two Hours Later*

Adrian awoke with a gasp as water was thrown on his face. His suit was sitting inches away from him. He struggled before realizing he was tied up.

“Well well well..so you’re the infamous Vigilante I’ve heard so much about.” Adrian glared at the man pulling at his restraints again.

“No use. You won’t be getting out. Don’t worry though I have plans for you and the girl.”

“Good luck with that. The girl is tougher than me. She’ll get out. She’s probably managed to leave by now! I know for a fact she wouldn’t stay for me!” Adrian glared as the man laughed.

He tensed up hearing your yell. His eyes widened in shock as you cried out loudly in pain. Adrian looked at the man before growing angry.

“What the fuck are you doing to her!!??” He roared out pulling more at his restraints. The man smirked as you cried out again.

“Stop! Stop! Stop hurting her!” Adrian yelled out. He growled as he tried to pull free.

The man walked towards Adrian pulling his head by his hair. “And who are you to give me orders Vigilante? Besides weren’t you the one always trying to capture her-“

“Fuck you!! You know nothing! Now stop hurting her! Stop!”

“Why should I? Give me one good reason to stop?” The man laughed dropping Adrian’s head. “She’ll be joining you soon.”

“Don’t hurt her! Stop! You can hurt me instead!” Adrian yelled out. The man looked at Adrian in surprise.

“Really you would endure that torture for her?” The man scoffed not taking Adrian seriously. Adrian glared at him.

“You have no idea the lengths I would go too for her.” He snapped out. “Now stop hurting her!”

The man smirked. “Bring the girl in!!” He yelled out. Two men came in. They threw you harshly on the floor. You were twitching as you laid on the floor shackled up.

Adrian glared at the men before softening his gaze towards you. “Y/N hold on for me okay!”

You whimpered as you were kicked again. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!!!” Adrian roared out. The men all laughed before walking out.

*Currently*

“It seems hopeless..” You mumbled out. Adrian sighed at your words.

“It’s not. We’re getting out now. I wanted to give you time to rest. Do you think you could reach the shoe of my suit on the floor over there?”

You winced sitting up gripping your side. Adrian gave you a reassuring look. “I know I know..it hurts. Just keep moving for me. Please Y/N.” You nodded crawling to his shoes.

“Okay bottom of my right shoes is a fake. If you pull it off I have a knife in there. Can you get it?”

“Yes. I can do this.” You mumbled out.

“Yes you can. Come on now honey.” You grabbed the knife crawling to him. You winced again stopping for a moment before forcing yourself to move.

Adrian smiled widely as you managed to cut one of his hands free. He took the knife undoing the rest of his ties. You fell to the floor before him.

“I got you..” He caressed your head grabbing his suit. He found his lock picking set undoing your shackles. You winced loudly as he helped you up cradling you. “Here sit.” He put you in the chair getting his suit on.

“Wear my helmet. I wanna protect your head.” You shook trying to fight him. “No arguments. Okay?”

He put his helmet on your head before picking you up again. “Just hold onto me.”

Adrian ran out cradling your body close. He cursed hearing some of the men yell at him. He bursted into a random room. He placed you gently down.

“Don’t move.” He caressed your arm. He gripped his knife hiding behind the door. The men ran in yelling as Adrian grabbed one of them from behind slicing his throat open.

He stole that man’s gun shooting down the other man. He took that man’s gun too. He put them in his suit running to you again.

“You okay?” He whispered out.

“Yes..” You softly replied as he lifted you again. “Just keep with me okay?” You nodded at his words. His helmet felt nice. It smelled like him.

“That throat cut was sloppy.”

“Oh shut up.” Adrian huffed a laugh running with you. He held you close shooting at more men. He stopped seeing the boss down the hall.

“What the fuck!!” He yelled out pulling out his own gun. Adrian kissed the helmet that you wore gripping you tightly.

“Don’t be scared. I’m right here.” He reassure you. You nodded as he set you down making you stand behind him.

“Hello you piece of shit.” Adrian yelled out. The man looked in shock.

“How the-“ The boss cried out as Adrian shot his hand.

“That’s for laying a fucking finger on my girl!” The boss looked at Adrian in shock trying to shoot his gun. You stole one of Adrian’s guns shooting his arm before he could fire.

“Don’t hurt him!!” You snapped out before wincing in pain. Adrian approached the man. He punched him harshly. You stood back watching Adrian wreak havoc.

The man who haunted your dreams. The man who hurt your sister in front of you. The man who said he’d always find you to finish the job…

Was now crying from pain as Adrian relentlessly beat him.

The man choked a bit gasping as Adrian began to strangle him. “You piece of shit! Motherfucker! Scaring and hurting her! Making her freeze!! You’re nothing! Your garbage!” Adrian yelled out before finally snapping the man’s neck. He panted heavily standing up to spit on the man.

You dropped the gun limping towards Adrian. You crashed into his arms as he turned to face you. He caught you.

“Hey no!” He tried stopping you as you removed the helmet.

“Fuck you Chase!” You yelled out dropping the helmet. “He was my kill! My kill! You had no right to take that from me-“

Adrian groaned out leaning down and kissing you deeply. You gasped in shock. He gripped your waist tightly pulling back to pant.

“Do you ever shut up?” He teased. Before you could protest he kissed you again.

“He hurt you. He made you cry. You never deserve to cry. You hear me? I will burn down any mother fucker who makes a single tear fall from your beautiful eyes.” Adrian rasped out.

You stared in shock. He picked his helmet back up. “I’m not apologizing for killing him. And I know by the look on your face. You’re glad I did.” He placed his helmet back on you again.

You stood quiet as he picked you up. You gripped him tightly as he walked out still holding you. The team had made it right as you both walked out.

“You’re late than ever.” Adrian yelled out. He got into the van. He basically glared whenever any of them tried to touch you.

“Chase don’t you want her wounds checked out!” Emilia yelled out in frustration. “I do! But I want her checked out in private! Not in front of everyone here!” He snapped out.

You stayed silent resting your head on his chest. His helmet sat beside you both.

He kept you close whispering soft reassurances. “You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna go home.”

You looked up at him. “I don’t wanna go anywhere where you aren’t.” His eyes widened in shock at your words.

“I always loved our chases cause I got to see you. Please don’t leave me..” You whispered out.

“I won’t. I’ll follow you so long as you have me.” He reassured you gripping you.

“I love you..”

“Same..” He mumbled out laughing as you glared at him.

“Don’t be a dick.”

“I’m kidding..I love you too.” He kissed you lightly. You both turned hearing Chris laugh out.

“I fucking told you Adebayo!!”

“Fuck man!!” She cursed handing Chris twenty bucks.

Adrian and you chuckled as you both sat in silence. Neither of you were truly bad people after all.

[monochromaticblue]

Today I bring you, shuake spiderverse au

Tomorrow? Who knows.

Adding a break bc I’m going to RAMBLE

Ren is the one who gets bit by the spider obv

Have yet to decide on a name for him, Joker doesn’t feel spidery enough and Phantom Spider seems too on the nose but.

Goro is a detective working on hunting down said spider person, who keeps flirting with him.

Ren was a former member of spider society before quitting bc Miguel sucks. But he did make some friends in the form of his pre-existing friends from other universes who are spider people too.

That sounded rlly confusing hang on.

The PTs in Rens universe all help him out behind the scenes but then there’s also universes where each of them is the spider in that universe, so Ren has two sets of friends who are the same people. One of the Futabas made an app that lets them travel between dimensions without alerting spider society.

I have ideas to make each of the palace people (-Futaba probably) a big villain that Ren has to face all while dodging the really pretty detective who wants to arrest him.

Until Ren isn’t the only spider in his own dimension. Enter Akechi once again, now working alongside Ren as his own maybe spider themed alter ego that I also haven’t named…

except he wasn’t bit by a radioactive spider, his suit is entirely tech made to mimic Rens abilities (Goros ass cannot do whatever a spider can) featuring a very fun little ai named Robin Hood who keeps commented on Goro’s elevated heart rate when he looks at Ren. Wonder why.

The two continue to work together alongside the other spider thieves up until Ren and Goro wind up on a mission alone together in a lab, the very same lab Rens spider came from, where everything goes wrong, they get separated for a bit but manage to make it out in once piece.

Goro starts acting different after this though, becoming more snappy and never seeming to be available, always spacing out too. Also, there’s a new terror said to be attacking people at night, leaving its victims without heads. (If you can guess where this is going ily)

Ren, worried about his partner in stopping crime, goes to visit Goros apartment one night only to find it entirely a mess, unfortunately he can’t stay for long since there’s screaming down the street. Upon investigating, Ren comes face to face with the very creature he was hoping he wouldn’t have to see.

A thing a whole foot taller than him with a black and white striped body that almost resembled his suit in a way. Ren honestly would have thought it was a suit if not for the giant fucking mouth full of teeth and the horns. After promptly beating the shit out of Ren, the creature proudly announces itself as Loki.

Haven’t exactly figured out how the reveal happens yet but I do very much enjoy the idea of Goro having his own version of the iconic “we are venom” scene from the movie.

But basically Goro joining up with Loki was always the plan. His reasoning for teaming up with Ren is the same as in the game and he yeaa he’s been working with Shido, the mayor, this entire time :D the lab was entirely planned aswell. What wasn’t planned was how much of an impact Loki would have on Goros mental state, but he’s fine. Totally.

Blah blah shit happens, Shido becomes a major threat and Goro finally teams up with the Inter-Dimensional Spider Team for real to help take him down. Things don’t go according to plan, there’s a lot of fire, Goro can’t use Loki and Ren fails to save him! Tada! Canon event!!! *cue Miguel’s theme or whatever*

I want to include third semester because I think it would be cool but I just. Can’t think of how to make it work. But it would result in Goro coming back and finally learning how to get along with Loki.

This has been haunting my mind for weeks every since my friend sent me a design of spider Akiren.

Alsooo since there’s an alternate universe where each of the thieves got spider powers

This also means there’s a universe where it’s Goro.

Why have I strictly been using Ren this entire time? Because Akira is the one in Spider Goro’s world, with his symbiot Arsene

He’s uh. A little fucked up.

Thank you for listening to the deranged ramblings of a mad man, see you next millennium

[scary-friend]

This is for me, it’s been eating away at my brain and I just need to make a vent piece. So view at your own risk.

I have been in therapy, but this is something I need to cope with in my own way.

Tw, csa, violence, and foul language.

I fucking hate you so goddam much. You fucking price of human waste. I truly hope that you’re dead, every time I think of you I want to throw up. I WAS A FUCKING CHILD. I WAS 12 YOU FUCKING NASTY FUCKER! I just found out my parents were divorced, my dad moved out and I haven’t seen him in months. I was so fragile emotionally, I was all alone, and YOU RUINED EVERYTHING! I hope your wife left you, I’m so glad you got fired, I just wish it happened sooner. Everyone knows you’re a nasty motherfucker. Even if its not the reason you finally got fired, everyone fucking knows now you piece of shit!

It’s been so long now, every time I had to walk into that class room I felt off, like something was wrong. I was so young I didn’t even understand what you did to me. You nasty fucking freak. I hope you get hit my car, I hope you get set on fire, and more than anything I want you to rot. I what you to get stabbed, one knife for each of your victims. We were children, you had children of your own. I hope they fucking resent you, I hope you die alone. I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FUCKING NASTY FACE AGAIN! I WANNA KICK YOUR FUCKING TEETH IN!

I thought everything would be okay that year, but then you showed up and RUINED MY LIFE. I WANT MY FUCKING CHILDHOOD BACK YOU VILE MONSTER.

I remember a teacher said you got fired, and I felt so happy, i hated you then and I didn’t even understand how fucking sick you were yet. And then he admitted it was just a joke, and I felt so fucking crushed. I’d fake being sick just to avoid seeing you. How fucking dare you. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU LOOK AT ME, HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TOUCH ME, HOW FUCKING DARE YOU SMILE AT ME IN THE HALLS LIKE YOUR NOT THE FREAK WHO RUINED MY CHILDHOOD.

How fucking dare you sign my year book, wishing me well, I fucking hate you so much.

I was a child who just wanted a friend, i just wanted my family to be whole again. I was so lonely, and you victimized me for it. Well fucking guess what! I have more love and friends than you ever did or ever will for that matter. I’M NOT THE ONE WHOS UNLOVABLE, IM NOT DISGUSTING, AND IM NOT RUINED, THATS YOU! HOW DARE YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME! I HOPE YOU ROT, I HOPE YOUR LIFE CONTINUES TO FALL APART, AND YOU’RE LEFT WITH NOTHING!

You got fired because you shoved a kid into a wall, how fucking pathetic are you. You can’t just let us be happy or enjoy our lives, you have to fuck it up because YOU’RE A PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT! No one believes you retired. Every single student knows how much of a fucking creep you are. ROT IN HELL!

It’s been years, but I’ve finally forgotten your face. I’m so thankful, you don’t deserve to be remembered. You’re just a filthy parasite. I’ve dreamed of you, you were taunting me, saying I can’t do anything now. But then, you were gone, just a red pile on my floor. I killed you that night in my dreams and I’d never been so happy.

My therapist thinks you’re fucking pathetic too. She wishes she could hit you with her car, and that you would just die already. I feel the same way. I might not ever fully heal from what you did. But at least I can go to sleep knowing I’m loved and cherished such wonderful people. While you have no one. I’m so much more, I’m not a fucking victim, I’m a survivor. You can’t victimize me anymore. It’s not my fault, I WAS A FUCKING CHILD, HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS DISGUSTING. YOU FUCKING MONSTER!

I hope you don’t rest, I hope you get dragged kicking and screaming to hell. And I hope you get eaten alive.

It’s been almost nine years now. I finally figured it out when I was 17. I googled the term, I had to learn it from a fucking tv show. I read that definition and I cried for 30 minutes, I screamed. I fucking remembered what you did. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t real, that I was just overthinking it. But I know what you did. I’m not lying to myself anymore. IF I EVER FUCKING SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL FUCKING END YOU.

I don’t even think of you often, I only think of my dreams where you die. How dare you seep into my mind like a fucking disease. All I picture is my dream of you getting swarmed by bugs and eaten alive. That’s what you fucking deserve.

I’m not making it up, I’m not a lier as some dumbasses would tell me. You’re the Fucking Freak who hurt me. I’m not disgusting, YOU ARE!

You’re nothing more than a bad thought, when I wake up in the morning. You’ll be a distant memory. I hope you’re dead.

I’m tired of being told to forgive you. You don’t deserve anything, let alone my forgiveness. I’m never going to forgive you for what you did. The only thing you deserve is to be run over and set on fire. FUCK YOU!

Breath in, 1-2-3-4, Hold, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, Breath out, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8

You’re okay, he’s gone now, clear your mind.

( ❤️‍🩹, ❤️‍🩹, ❤️‍🩹, ❤️‍🩹, ❤️‍🩹, ❤️‍🩹, ❤️‍🩹, ❤️‍🩹, ❤️‍🩹, ❤️‍🩹, ❤️‍🩹, ❤️‍🩹)

To all of you reading this, who made it this far, I love you all so much. You make me feel loved, you make me smile, you make me feel beautiful, you make me feel worthy of everything. You’ve helped me so much more than you know. And if you’ve also suffered I truly hope we can heal together💕 You’re beautiful, you’re wonderful, you’re amazing, and you’re a survivor. Don’t let anyone make you feel lesser for being as strong as you are.

[multifictionx]

Bulnoriya - OT8

Chapter One

The Crash

"No! Damnit, right now?!"

The beeping red light blinds me as the alarm blares in my ears. And I listen as the ship rumbles, watching as the gray smoke clouds erupt from the raggity old piece of garbage, through the side mirror. But that's not even the most frustrating coincidence about this whole ordeal. Because faintly through the thick smoke, I catch sight of an all to familiar ship. The big ship is hot on my trail, and just when I thought this night couldn't possibly get any worse. "Come on Y/n..your just making it harder on yourself." The old man's annoying voice suddenly can be heard through the intercoms. "You and I both know if i don't catch you, the Nicrim will -" He pauses as if thinking for a moment before he continues. "I'd be fucking rich if i catch you though. Ha- "

"Damn- you just love the sound of your own voice, don't you, old man? I don't give a damn about some bounty.. Do you know even who I am?"

I cut the dirty old bastard off, already having zero patience. If I didn't have to abandon my real ship for this cheap piece of shit this wouldn't be happening. "Always so sassy, ha! You will never change-- Anyway, we can do this the easy way... or the hard way.." The man's voice no longer feigning playfulness. "Fuck you old man..I'd love to stay and beat your ass but my time is precious."

I cut the intercoms off before the man could continue speaking any longer. Soon after I feel the power of the ships shots firing near my ship. Luckily they haven't hit me yet. "Shit what do I do? What do I do?! Okay--"? I take a deep breath in and out.. before proceeding to pull up navigation. Deciding I'm going to use the last bit of life this ship has to warp to the closest planet. But pulling up the navigation I'm hit with a beam making me accidentally hit the warp button before I could see what planet it was.

The old ship is hit with the most ruthless turbulence upon entry of this planet. And I wonder how it still miraculously has stayed in one piece. The planet rumbles with the sound of a horrible storm, and as I look out the front window. Im horrified to see a storm of total chaos... one like I've never seen before... the ship moves sporadically, and I feel as though I've been caught in a tornado of some sort. And it takes one particularly harsh jerk of the ship for me to hit my head so hard on the side of the chair, losing unconsciousness.

...

"Arggh" the abrupt sound of some very loud thunder stirs me awake. And as I try to open my eyes, a pounding unparalleled to any I've experienced forces a wince out of me. It feels like every nerve in my body has been set a flame. The smoke in my lungs barely leaves room for air. Wheezing is all I can manage, and even then, it hurts like hell. The way the ship crashed has my seat sideways, so unbuckling my seat belt makes me drop like dead weight.

"Fuck.."

I curse upon impact with the hard ship, and I'm hoping the cracks I heard weren't my ribs, but the pain is screaming otherwise. Regardless of the tremendous struggle and pain It took me, just to make it to the ships door. I pulled through and made it out of the ship.

"Holy shit..."

It's barely lit outside with the sun setting. The rain doesn't help me to see in the slightest, and it's quite heavy on this planet. It practically feels like the metaphor 'raining cats and dogs' is an understatement. When my eyes adjust from the rain and dullness, I'm alarmed to find..the remains of multiple ships..like some kind of ship graveyard.

Some planets have a serious reputation, but there's only one planet I know this many ships have traversed to, only to never be seen again. That planet is Bulnoriya...

 

Before the Crash

Seriously how the fuck did they find me?! The big armored men ravage my ship in rage. As I watch from slightly afar, my anger grows, watching them tear my baby apart. They are clearly bat shit crazy if they think they're going to walk away from this alive..

Scoping the area, I smirk, when I spot the old piece of junk there riding in. Occupied by their, apparently lousy driver, sleep in his chair. I creep over sneaking on the ship so gracefully I had to chuckle quietly. Preceeding to strike the already unconscious man in a pressure point that will keep him unconscious. Then, I decided not to kill him by keeping him hostage just to let him out in space to suffer a horrific death. But to instead drag him out the ship and tie him up somewhere for at least one of his buddies to find him. After I beat their asses to a pulp. Once I've successfully secured my escape, I made my way back towards the bastards destroying my ship. "Where is she!" The Reptilian man hisses out in rage. "I'm not sure. Who you looking for?" I interrupted with an unamused tone while occupying myself with my cuticles. "Wha-" before the big buffoon could speak, I lunged at him, punching him clean in the throat. He starts choking, and his members start noticing me as well. "That's her! Get that bitch!" Another Reptilian hisses out, and you see one thing about me.. I don't like being called a bitch. "Ya momma," I glared at the ugly ass before throwing a hand knife so fast he had no time to react. The knife sits right in his voice box now. "Aww, look at you.." I cup a hand around my ear, pretending to try and listen. "what was that? Sorry I can't hear you over the gurgling." I coo out sarcastically as the last member looks at me terrified. I buck at him suddenly. "Ah, sorry!" He is running away back their ship like a bitch. I cackle loudly before grabbing my handknife out of his members' throat. Quickly making work of the other member, stabbing him right in the skull, before chasing after him. "Where do you think you're going! The fun was just getting started!" I snicker out, right on his tail. Before he could get too far, my knife pierced his right shoulder as I jumped on his back. Successfully pinning the Reptilian to the ground as he cries out in pain. I lift his head to whisper in his ear, "Should've left my ship alone... you're lucky I'm going to leave you alive. Now, don't follow me. Your ship is mine now." I drop his head hard, getting up off his back. To then take my time walking towards the ship. I start the ship without a hassle before taking off because obviously I can't hide out here anymore.

Present

I'm starting to think that possibly I am meant to die because of all places.. Bulnoriya?! My mind is going haywire, and I start to feel myself begin to panic for the first time in forever. I hold my ribs in pain as I slowly walk away from the ship reluctantly, out of fear it might explode anytime now. The smoke is still leaving my lungs as I cough up smoke. Groaning at the immense pain, it causes to shoot through my body. Ignoring the pain as much as possible, I proceed to search my surroundings for anything to take shelter in. I spot the beginning of a forest near by, the trees are the biggest I've ever seen. And even though I'm terrified to be on this planet right now.. it's breathtakingly beautiful. I slowly drag my feet in the direction of said forest. In hopes that maybe I can find somewhere safe to rest. I continuously cough up smoke as I walk. The pain of walking along with coughing is almost unbearable, but I keep telling myself I've been through worse. But those words prove to be inaccurate because I'm so close to the forest. Yet I feel my body rapidly weakening, and my eyelids grow heavy. Then the dragging becomes staggering, and I feel my breaths becoming shallow. Then everything goes dark..

...

I awake to the feeling of motion, and my head is still pounding. Though, when I go to reach for my head. I find myself not able to move. My eyes shoot open as I struggle against the bonds. In my panic, I observe where I am. I'm being dragged on a giant leaf of some sort, by 6 foot tall..humans? "Mmph" fuck even my mouth is taped.. My sudden noise gets the attention of all three of the men. But they only look at me for a split second, continuing to drag me. What the hell have I gotten myself into?! My heart starts to race uncontrollably beginning to pass out again.

...

Waking up for the third time in such a short period of time. Proves to have taken a toll on my body. Here I am, my mind awake before my body. I can hear everything but no matter how hard I try I can't move. The sound of someone shuffling around by me is all I hear. Then I can feel hands start to touch me, but I have no clue what they're doing. Literally not even a few moments pass when I jolt awake. Only to instantly regret it with a cry of pain. "Fuck!.." I curse out whilst frantically inspecting my surroundings. "Hey! Lay back! You'll mess up the bandage I just did!" The unfamiliar man raises his voice in clear annoyance. "I don't have much of a choice do I?" I snap back with a glare, proceeding to do as the man says with an attitude. "Who are you? Where the hell am I?" I don't really ask it's more like I demand answers. "I'm not obligated to tell you that ma'am. Just sit back and relax while the serum heals your wound." The man grunts out, occupied by some other task. "The hell do you mean 'not obligated'? The last thing I remember I was being dragged by 6 foot giants and I can't even atleast know where I've been taken?" I argue desperately to get some kind of answer. Speaking of giants.. why are all these motherfuckers so tall?  I start to think to myself after noticing the height of the man infront of me. "You heard me. Now relax I'll be back in a while." The man states simply before leaving the room. I curse in anger at the man as he leaves. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do..?  Now that I actually stop and look where I am. I notice this place looks expensive.. Like royalty expensive. There is gold everywhere, lining the walls, paintings, flower vases, even the tools on this man's surgical table are made of gold. Holy shit.. This place is nice. I can't help but think to myself. But before I can continue to gawk at the place. I'm screaming in agony. The pain from my ribs suddenly grows unbearable. The man from earlier comes rushing back in and puts something in my month to clench down on. "Calm down. You'll feel so much better in just a moment. The serum is fixing your ribs." I can't help the tears that flow down my cheeks. Along with the strong grasp I've got on the mans forearm, as I sob in pain. "Shush.. shush.." The man gently brushes my hair, trying his best to calm me down.  And I look at him through wet lashes and blurry vision before.. it's gone. The pain is completely gone. Loosening my grip, I shut my eyes in relief, and my labored breathing starts to slowly stabilize. "How are you feeling now?" The man asks sweetly whilst removing the thing from my mouth. "So much better.." I stretch my jaw as I speak, gazing at the man with gratitude. "Good because the kings demand your presence. You are to explain to them why you've landed on our planet. If you lie, they will know if they don't like your answer.. well, both outcomes lead to death." The man's sweet tone is gone replaced with professionalism. My eyes widen, and I have so many questions just at the tip of my tongue. Yet they go left unsaid, as two guards make their way inside. They don't speak as they each take an arm, practically dragging me away. I don't panic in the slightest, as I really could care less what happens to me at this point. I let them drag me through, seemingly never-ending halls. Till we arrive in front of a set of grand doors. The guards give a knock, and the doors slowly open on their own. The room is huge, with a carpet leading to eight throwns. I start to panic now, not giving a fuck is not working anymore. The guards drop me, forcing me to bow before their kings.

"You may leave." I hear a voice speak before, but I don't raise my head to see who. Hearing their steps dissipate is agonizing, and I feel my pulse spike once I hear the giant doors close. "Who are you? Why have you come here?" A deep voice is heard after a brief silence. "Y/n-Raise your head when spoken to!" The same deep voice cuts me off, and I wince at the booming volume. Slowly, I raise my head only to gasp quietly. The men before me are... beautiful yet look so fierce. "My name is Y/n, and I didn't land here by choice. I crash-landed here by mistake." I state simply feeling no need to further my explanation. My tone is emotionless. "What were you running from to crash land here by mistake?" A different voice speaks up. "The Nicrim." Another simple reply. "What do the Nicrim want a simple girl for?" I ponder briefly on how I should explain that I am no simple girl. "Because I was once the Commander and Cheif of their army. They want me back to do their dirty work." I tilt my head with the slightest bit of attitude. "Commander and Cheif? A little girl like you. Mm, how interesting." My face scrunched in distaste. "This girl may be little, but I could take out your whole army." I spit back as I stand to my feet, no longer in a pliant mood. "I truly doubt that, but you've got grit though I'll give that." The man in the middle says with lifted eyebrows, amusement clear in his timbre. "It doesn't matter if you doubt me. My reputation proceeds me." I challenge already bored with this whole interaction. "And our reputation proceeds us. What makes you think you're any different?" They are pretty much laughing in my face at this point. My aggravation is reaching a boiling point. "How about let's make a deal then.." I start to smile menacingly, with the plan in mind. "We're listening." It's seems to me I'm amusing them too much. It's really pissing me off. "Ten of your best warriors vs me, if I get them to the floor, I win, you give me a ship, and I leave. If they can get me to the floor they win, and you choose my fate." My eyebrows raise in question as they ponder upon the choices I've laid on the table.

"Deal," the man in the middle finally says a devilish smirk gracing his features. Silence falls upon us, and I become confused.

"Are you going to call-," I don't get to finish before the grand doors are opened once more. The men enter forming a wide circle, ten in total. How tf? They didn't even say anything.. "Well, are you going to do anything? You've been staring off into space for like five minutes already." There they go laughing at me again. My anger has peaked, and I don't reply. Advancing towards the circle. They look just as fierce as their kings. "Well, let's put on a real show, shall we." I chuckle at the men. I assume they take that as me saying I'm ready. Because two men charge me at once. The one on the right is closer, so I wait for him to get just a little closer. As soon as that moment comes, I drop like dead weight. Sliding through the mans open legs, I manage to swipe his feet from under him. The other man is hot on his trail, my eyes turn gold, and I use my power of vibration to launch myself in the air. Going right through the mans arms to which he tries to grab me in his surprised state. Wrapping my legs around the man's neck, I forcefully fall back with all my power. Flipping the man whilst landing on my feet, the man's head between my legs. By this time, three others pounce at me. I maneuver to the side last minute. Using my sound vibrations I fly around them, taking them both out as I dropped landing on their heads.  Sending them tumbling to the ground, now standing on their heads. The third one tried to sneak me from behind. Didn't work out for him, though. Doing a windmill backflip my foot connects with his jaw. Making him fall back with a painful groan. Taunting the last five, with a feigned pout before I begin to cackle loudly. I'm having too much fun. "You all should probably come at me all together.. you at least won't get your asses beat too bad." Who's laughing now bitches. Using my a series of complex vibrations, I am able to form a staff. "Let's see what you've got."

...

In the end, I stand victorious. The men are either on the ground or waiting for further instruction, it seems. That is until they all get up, leaving simultaneously. "Looks like I've won." I grin as I draw near the kings. They don't seem upset, but they don't seem happy either for some unknown reason. "Seems so..though we don't intend on letting you go." The man in the middle has an unreadable expression. "What!? The fuck do you mean, we had a deal!" My attitude does a whole 360. Rage coursing through my veins. "That's was until you showed us your unique powers.. I now see why the Nicrim wants you so bad. You're their only hope of overthrowing us and taking our planet for their own. You see, the Nicrim has been trying for decades to overtake Bulnoriya. The only time they were somewhat close was under the lead of someone named The Viperous... We've heard a lot about you, Viperous." This was a setup..fuck! My eyes start to glow, and I begin to levitate, immediately making a break for the ginormous window panel. I almost made it before a harsh pull immobilized me mid-air. What the fuck? My body begins to turn up right, and I'm forced to turn around to face the kings once more. The one in the middle now stands, a purple glow now replaces his once brown eyes. And his hand is engulfed in the same purple glow. He sports the same devilish smirk from just before the fight. Oh, how I wish to smack it off his annoyingly handsome face right about now. "Where do you think you're going, little one?" He asks smugly but I don't get to say anything in return. A sharp pinch in my neck is all I feel. "You bastards.." Then my vision goes blurry as I begin to lose consciousness.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Hi~♡ so, the list I said I could do right?

Turns out some of my favorites got recently deleted and I obviously can't recommend your own fics to you, so there are only 28 beomgyu fics/writings here (not counting multiple chapters of the same series). I also may have skipped a few just cause i was very tired while putting this together, idk, if i did i may make another list with them. As compensation I am giving a few sub!yeonjun ones at the end, hope it counts.

Quality and size of the writings vary a lot. I also don't know why the hybrid fics are all a little angsty. But seriously, three of the fics that disappeared were sooo good... and now I will never be able to read them again.

♡ Series

• Now Live! Stream

Summary: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

• On Accident

Summary: your roommate is cute but your thoughts haven't been so innocent lately

• Fuck You Series

Summary: you and Beomgyu are both from infamous rival bands at the same uni, you being the bassist of your band: Blue Moon. Beomgyu being the lead guitarist of his band: Tomorrow x Together . You hate Beomgyu the most out of all of them though and one night at a party you decide to teach him a "lesson" and become...fuck buddies ??

♡ Multi partners or Poly

• You never even wanna talk about it

genre: polyamory, runaways, smut, strict parents, hurt/comfort, set in mid 00’s.

• Kinktober day 12

Summary: Beomgyu wants to cum and goes about in in all the wrong ways. Which leads to him being forced to watch Yeonjun get off while he faces harsh criticism from their girlfriend.

♡ Fluffy smuts

• March 13th, 2001

summary: you show beomgyu how much you love him

• (nameless fic)

summary: beomgyu has been teasing you nonstop the entire day. calling you mommy every chance he could. he's amazed with how a word could make you so giggly. so he kept doing it.

• (nameless fic)

summary: inexperienced beomgyu getting off on fingering u for the first time

• Missed You

Summary: beomgyu sends you a very inappropriate video of himself whilst you’re at work.

• Pacifier

Summary: beomgyu loves your tits so much it gets him to cum untouched

• (nameless fic)

Summary: boobie boy Gyu

• Pretty Boy

Summary: cute boyfriend gyu misses you very very much and wants you to fuck him with your strap, so he decides to surprise you and be a good boy.

♡ Angsty smuts

• Until it Hurts a Little Less

(the author didn't make a summary for it, but basically y/n life is going from bad to worst, hybrid!gyu doesn't help by being a mean piece of shit, eventually you hit your breaking point and... you will have to read to figure out the rest)

• (nameless fic)

Summary: sub!dog hybrid Gyu is in heat and begging for help (I'm keeping this in the angsty category because y/n is overworked and ends up being mean to gyu in a non sexy way)

• Puppy

Summary: beomgyu acting like a bad puppy towards you and well.. you decide to turn the tables on him. so you fuck kitty!yeonjun in front of him

♡ Casual(?) Smuts

• (nameless fic)

summary: fuck buddy!beomgyu who loves marking you up. knowing that even if it's not him who you're fucking, the other person could never own you the way the have.

• (nameless fic)

summary: you met your older sister's best friend, beomgyu, at your sister's birthday party. you've been stealing glances with each other. flirting from afar until you got fired up with waiting for him to make a move on you. (there is no clear sub/dom dynamics here, but it's good so I'm keeping it here)

• (nameless fic)

summary: smoking with sub!beomgyu and things get a little heated

• High

(more smoking with beomgyu and things getting heated)

• My Pretty

(boyfriend gyu come over and find you still sleeping, so he decides to wake you up in the best way. he is not exactly subby, but very sweet and loving)

• Needy for You

Summary: you are close friends, laying on the bed cuddling until the innocent gentle touches turn into more suggestive touches and things happen

• Kinktober day 25

Summary: service top gyu likes being degraded

• Corrupt File

Summary: the pretentious genius boy in your class ends up being a needy subby virgin cutie

• Feel Good

Summary: softdom!reader makes her sweet pup feel good

♡ Perv!Gyu

• The Urge

Summary: Beomgyu knew it wasn't right, and he was being a dirty, disgusting pervert but, he just couldn't help himself when it came to you. (not exactly sub!gyu but he is so down bad it's worth it)

♡ Comedy (?) Smut

• Cuffed

Summary: Cop!gyu thinks with his dick

♡ Not smut, just whipped Gyu

• Nap of A Star

summary. you’re taking a nap on your friend’s lap

• 8:55PM

(just beomgyu simping for you in his head but not knowing how to act)

♡ BONUS: sub!junnie

• Sweet Creature

Summary: fairy!reader lures yeonjun into the woods

•𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝓎 ☽ 𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓎

Summary: another fic where fairy!reader lures yeonjun into the woods

• Morning Cuddles

Summary: Just waking up in the morning with him by your side...except a bit steamier than just that

• Love me More

Summary:  yeonjun arranged what he called “fucking meetings” so he could make you forget about college for a bit, as the amazingly great person he was, clearly this isn’t sarcasm. but when you two left the room, you had to act like complete strangers around each other, dying to claim your true feelings. one day after he saw you getting to involved with another man, he decided to finally act up before he regretted it. Switch!Jun

• Call Connecting...

Summary: You and Yeonjun call frequently while hes on tour. Normally one of his members would be there with him, but this time, it’s just you two with nothing to stop you.

• Perv best friend Yeonjun

• Bunny hybrid!Jun

(I was gonna add the @s but I forgot and now I am tired, sorry)

~♡anon

thank you so much 😭😭😭😭😭

i actually know a lot of these (which just goes to show how few sub gyu fics there are out there) but there are some that i haven't seen before so yay. but even the ones that i know are nice to read again. i stayed up till 7 am reading some of them 😂

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Insult

Lady Agnes Wildheart gets insulted by a certain wizard at the start of their adventure. SFW.

“Agi?”

Agnes turned to her newest companion and smiled as he said her name. He’s got such a lovely voice and kind eyes. “Yes?”

“You’re not versed in magic, are you?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Of course I am, I have as much magic in me as you.” What is he getting at…?

“Oh, I do apologize. I meant to ask, are you studied in magic. Namely, are you a wizard? Which you are not.” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!? “If you meet any elder wizards, let me know. There is a matter I’d like to seek advice on from a master.” Oh I’ll show you a master all right. UP YOUR ASS!

She and Gale did not speak for the rest of the day.

***

“Hmm, Astarion have you seen Agi? I was hoping to speak to her about something.” Gale asked, a hand absentmindedly rubbing his beard. He had not seen the dwarf since they arrived back at camp over an hour ago. “She isn’t in her tent. She’s not with anyone else. Perhaps she wandered off?” His eyes widened. “Gods, what if a vicious beast got her?!”

The pale elf rolled his eyes. “The last I saw her she was stomping into the woods. She seemed quite peeved, but understandably so after you insulted her.” His ruby eyes narrowed at the wizard. “That was uncalled for, by the way. She may not have gone to some fancy university or academy, but from what I’ve seen of her fighting…” Pearly fangs glinted in the sun as he grinned. “She’s talented. Powerful.”

“Which direction did she go?” His heart was racing, gripped in panic.

He waved a dismissive hand. “Follow the smell of singed plants. Her hands were crackling with electricity. Quite the sight.” Astarion watched as Gale left, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Oooh, this is going to be fun!”

***

“I’ll show you, Gale of fucking Waterdeep. I’ll show you!” Agnes snarled, lightning hitting yet another tree stump. How dare he! After I pulled his sorry ass from that portal, invited him to join us, and he says that! “Are you a wizard? Which you are not.” No, I’m not. I’m not an arrogant ass who just says stupid shit to people. “Fucking piece of shit, book-obsessed twat!”

A heavy sigh startled her. She turned suddenly to see Gale with his hands up.

“Forgive me for disturbing you, but this piece of shit, book-obsessed twat would like to apologize for earlier.” He smiled ruefully and got on one knee. “You’ve been nothing but kind and hospitable not just to me but all of us, and I’ve repaid you with—”

Agnes crossed her arms over her ample chest. “Being a twat—”

He nodded. “Yes, being a twat. An extraordinarily massive twat, which is why I’m begging you for forgiveness.”

He seems really sorry, and I’ll accept his apology…right after this. “You know, I did have a tutor---Floriant Beliveau, a famed sorcerer in the Gate. I learned from him starting when I was toddler,” After I accidentally set a chair on fire. Oops. “It was him who taught me, him who showed me how to control the magic surging inside me, him who encouraged me not simply to rely on my gifts alone and keep my mind open to all possibilities. So, do not ever presume that I’m a stupid little sorcerer.” Holy shit, I think I sounded like Mum.

Gale squeezed his eyes shut, and when they opened again, they were full of pain. “I-I didn’t mean to imply that you are, and I’m truly so very sorry. It won’t happen again, I assure you.”

To his relief, Agnes smiled. “I accept your apology, Gale. Now, let’s have a hug!” Sorry, I’m a hugger! I love hugs! She stepped forward and embraced him, hearing him heave a sigh as he enveloped her. “Friends?” Gods, he’s so warm and…comfy. No, Agi! No! He’s not interested in you, and you were just pissed at him! But he’s sorry and apologized and got such a lovely voice—

“For as long as you’ll tolerate me, my dear.” He whispered. When he pulled away from her, he winced. “Pardon me, my knees are screaming. Ugh,” he rose to his feet, grimacing. “It’s not easy getting old.”

“Gale,” she giggled. “you’re not bloody old.” He can’t be more than thirty-five? Thirty-four? Around there, I think.

He laughed nervously. “You’re so kind. I, erm…I’m approaching my forty-first nameday.”

Her mouth hung open. “Wait, what?! No, you’re messing with me, right?”

More nervous laughter. Oh dear. “Absolutely not. I’m afraid you’re traveling with a washed up, middle-aged wizard.”

Agnes shook her head, reaching for his hand and giving it a squeeze. “No, I’m traveling with a friend who happens to be a very talented wizard from what I’ve seen.” She looked up at him and smiled. “I’m twenty-five, by the way. Just had my nameday party before…you know.” You know---when we got abducted and had parasites put in our eyeballs. That’s a hell of a sentence.

He returned her smile, and she could feel her heart flutter. “The happiest belated nameday to you, Agi. Shall we get back? Don’t want the others to worry.” She nodded, and they walked to camp with Gale telling her that her teacher once guest lectured at Blackstaff Academy. “If I remember correctly, he had quite a dry sense of humor.”

She wrinkled her nose and giggled. “He did. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss him.” He and Da…on the same day…no. Don’t think about that right now, or you’ll start crying.

“Oh, forgive me, I had no idea he passed.”

Nodding, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “I was his last student. Mum practically begged him to take me on---he was semi-retired at that point---and I’m so glad he agreed. Master Beliveau was tough but fair. He taught me so much about magic and how to use it to protect others…or attack. Either one!”

Gale chuckled. “If I may make an observation, you seem to have a preference for offense.”

“To be fair, Gale---fireball is one of the best spells ever.” She giggled. “And I happen to be very good at it.”

Squeezing her hand, he chuckled and lowered his voice. “Maybe we can compare our fireballs, my dear?”

Agnes’s face turned as bright red as her hair. Okay, is this flirting? I think it is? Perhaps? “What? To see whose is bigger?”

“Bigger, brighter…maybe see the passion we put into creating giant balls of fire?” When her glance met his, he winked at her.

Okay, so he’s got giant fiery balls of passion? I am totally here for it! The sound that escaped her was a squeak.

“Patience. All in good time, dear lady.” Gale murmured, squeezing her hand one more time as they arrived back at camp. “I never make claims I cannot prove. After all, I can back that up with considerable evidence.”

What the fuck do I even say to that?! “Regardless, I’d like to go through all your evidence. Very thoroughly.” Ooooh I think I’m good at flirting! “And don’t worry, Gale---I can be quite patient.” Letting go of his hand, she twirled, now facing him. “When I want to be, that is.”

Agnes giggled as she watched Gale stumble towards his tent.

Because he was trying to hide the tent in his trousers.