#gun violence that made his actions possible then get out I don't want to talk to you.

[musical-chick-13]

It is because these people are stupid. Hope this helps.

[dreamwritesimagines]

The Eye of the Hurricane [6] - Drinks

A.N: Here’s the new chapter my loves! ❤️ Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️

Summary: Rumors can spread fast.

Word Count: 3500

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Violence, death, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, drinking. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

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Well, that night's argument hadn't stayed private as you knew it would not, and it had a hilarious consequence.

Usually, the underworld kept its secrets. The family business, money, alliances, they were all kept from outsiders and everyone who was involved in it was advised the same thing; never ever say anything to anyone unless you want to get killed.

That rule however, did not exactly apply to romance or the rumors of it.

So in the following days, almost everyone who was in the business knew about your very loud rejection of Bucky's marriage proposal, and the mere mention of it was enough to shock everyone. Bucky was the golden heir turned boss, he was basically the prince of the city while you two were growing up, and you couldn't think of one occasion where he got rejected. As if trying to show everyone that he couldn't care less about that rejection, he had spent the rest of the week being seen with a different girl at the clubs and taking them home but it still did nothing to stop the chatter.

Which would have been quite entertaining for you, if your father hadn't also heard about it and asked you to visit him at the company.

You huffed out a breath as the elevator doors opened and you stepped out to the hallway before making your way down the hall. You could probably find your way in this skyscraper with your eyes closed, you had spent nearly your whole childhood playing here so you didn't even stop by the receptionist before approaching the glass door, seeing your father behind his desk, with Ian sitting on the couch. You heaved a sigh, then opened the door to step inside.

“Daddy?”

“Y/N sweetheart,” he said and got up to kiss your cheek. “Welcome.”

“Hi,” you said. “Ian.”

“Y/N.”

“Sit down, sit down!” your father said. “Are we keeping you from your plans?”

You shrugged your shoulders as you sat down on the armchair across from his desk.

“Not really,” you said. “Me and Becca and Sarah are all going to this new club tonight, but that's it.”

Ian hummed. “Which one?”

“You're not invited,” you said calmly and Ian shot you a glare, then held up his hands.

“Don't worry, some of us have actual jobs rather than having fun.”

“Enough you two,” your father said. “Y/N my dear, I won't keep you long. I just wanted to ask you about Bucky.”

Your head shot up and you leaned back, trying to keep your expression completely nonchalant.

“About Bucky?”

“Please, everyone is talking about it,” Ian said without lifting his glances off his phone as he typed a text. “Did he really propose?”

“Ian.”

“Uncle, a possible relationship between him and her is more than just romance, you know that.”

“She can hear you,” you said, glaring at him and Ian rolled his eyes.

“Y/N—”

“I said enough,” your father said. “Ian, leave the room.”

You tried to repress the smile on your face as Ian let out a breath, then pushed himself off of the couch to walk out of the office. You gave your father a bright smile but he only shot you a disapproving look.

“Must you two snark at each other all the time?” he asked. “We're family.”

“The fact that he's family is the only reason why I haven't shot him yet,” you deadpanned as your father motioned at his assistant for two coffees, and you crossed your legs.

“So?” he asked. “You and Bucky?”

“There's nothing going on between us.”

“But he proposed?”

You paused for a moment, then cleared your throat.

“Not exactly,” you said. “It was a hypothetical argument really. Bucky is convinced he's quite the catch, I was just bringing him down to the real world.”

“A hypothetical argument.” he repeated and you nodded.

“Mm hm.”

“And you want to keep it hypothetical?”

You raised your brows. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You two grew up together,” he said with a sigh. “I'll be honest, I'm nowhere near ready to see you get married, but Bucky knows the business, he's powerful enough to protect you—”

“I can protect myself daddy,” you cut him off. “You made sure of it.”

Your father ran a hand over his face and you tilted your head.

“You think it’s a good idea.”

He paused for a moment. “Well, it goes without saying that your opinion matters more here.”

“Well yes because thankfully we’re not in the 18th century anymore,” you commented. “But tell me anyway.”

“Hypothetically speaking, that kind of marriage would prove to be beneficial—”

“To all the psychiatrists in the city.”

“Y/N.”

“Sorry,” you said with a grin as the assistant brought your coffees and you thanked him. “Go on.”

“Would it be without issues?” your father asked. “Of course not.”

“Me making myself a widow could prove to be an issue yeah.”

“It would change the balance in the city, bringing the two families together…” your father trailed off. “Ian has his doubts about it but—”

“Ian doesn’t like it?” you asked with a huff of a laughter. “If you wanted to sell the idea to me, you should’ve led with that daddy.”

“But overall,” your father continued as if you didn’t cut him off again. “He agrees it could be good for the family and the business.”

You clicked your tongue, then reached out to grab your coffee cup.

“I’m not in the business,” you pointed out, bitterness seeping into your voice. “You made sure of that also.”

That made your father hesitate and he heaved a sigh.

“Y/N, sweetheart…”

“Is that all?” you forced yourself to ask and your father smiled slightly.

“Does he love you?” he asked back and you rolled your eyes.

“Not at all,” you said. “Which is a good thing if you ask me. I wouldn’t marry him if he was the last man on earth.”

Your father held up his hands, gesturing surrender.

“If you say so,” he said and you took another sip of your coffee, then put it on the small coffee table and stood up from your chair.

“I’ll see you later?”

“Mm hm,” he said, letting you kiss his cheek. “And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Your bodyguards are coming with you to that club.”

You let out an annoyed groan. “Becca will have her bodyguards already—”

“No,” he said, pointing at you. “We talked about this before, and you have already beene attacked once.”

“The guy is dead though.”

“We still don’t know who he was working for,” your father said. “In any case, it’s not up for discussion.”

You huffed out.

“Fine, fine…” you murmured and walked out of the office to see Ian leaning against the wall, still busy with his phone.

“So?” he said. “Should I go pick a suit for the wedding?”

“Sorry to disappoint,” you said with a fake smile and he let out a dry laugh.

“You know,” he said. “If Barnes actually wants to marry you, he must be more stupid than I thought. Poor guy.”

You clicked your tongue.

“Ian I’d love to stay here and do this, but I actually have a life outside this building, friends who are not on my payroll and such, you know?” You pointed back at the office with your thumb. “But you can go back in now and pretend your opinions matter.”

With that, you walked away from him to the elevator, not even sparing him another glance.

                                                 *

 “The love of Becca’s life” as Becca called her turned out to be a nice girl named Leila whom you decided would be your friend after spending about five minutes with her. Ethan was running late -some last minute issue at the company- but he said he would be there in half an hour, so you figured you could start drinking with Becca and Leila beforehand.

“I mean listen, if you want it go for it but all my friends who got back together with their exes soon remembered why they broke up in the first place,” Leila said as you sucked on the straw of your cocktail, then shook your head.

“We barely count as exes, and it wasn’t a bad break up,” you said. “And it was back at college, everyone is an idiot in college times.”

“I know I was,” Becca said and Leila grinned.

“Me too,” she said as her phone beeped, and she checked it, then raised her brows and held up the phone at Becca.

“Aw, she’s not coming.”

You tilted your head. “Who?”

“My friend,” Leila said. “That’s a shame, she was very excited.”

“To come to the club?”

“That and to possibly see her brother,” Leila pointed at Becca with an apologetic smile and Becca made a face.

“Ew!”

“What’s going on?” you asked and Leila shrugged her shoulders.

“She and Becca’s brother had a thing like three years ago apparently?” she said. “I’d say small city but it’s not, it’s weird.”

“Kind of the same circle but not really,” Becca said and you scrunched up your nose.

“Ah.”

“I mean you should have heard the way she was talking about him,” Leila said with a laugh. “I’d tell you but Becca needs to cover her ears.”

“I do not want to be traumatized thank you,” Becca said. “I already go to therapy once a week—Sarah!”

Someone pressed a kiss on your cheek and you turned to smile brightly at Sarah, then hugged her sideways when she sat next to you.

“You’re here!”

“Only because I promised you,” she said. “I’ll have one drink and go home.”

“I still take that as a win—Sarah, this is Leila,” you introduced them. “Leila, this is Sarah, our best friend.”

“Whom we can barely see because she’s literally saving lives,” Becca said with a proud smile and Sarah waved a hand in the air.

“Don’t. It’s very nice to meet you,” she told Leila, then turned to me. “What is this I hear about Bucky proposing to you? Are you two actually getting married?”

Leila’s eyes widened.

“Oh shit,” she said. “I’m so sorry Y/N, if I knew about you and him, I wouldn’t bring up my friend and him having…a thing earlier.”

“What? No!” you said in a rush. “It’s totally fine.”

“Is it?”

“Your friend could be here and the only thing I’d ask her is if Bucky put a mirror between them in bed so that he could fulfill his lifelong dream of—”

“Y/N!”

“It’s a valid theory that I have, and I’m genuinely curious!” you defended yourself as Leila started laughing.

“Oh God…” she said. “I apologize either way.”

“You really shouldn’t—your friend slept with him, who hasn’t?” you asked while Sarah motioned for the waitress, then ordered her drink. “I mean not me I have principles, but you get what I mean.”

“But he asked you to marry him?” Leila asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Ours would be a unity of minds,” you said solemnly while Becca played with her hair.

“Unity of two braincells, more like it.”

“And we’re not together,” you added and Leila stole a glance at Becca as if she was confused, and Becca mouthed ‘later’ while you tilted your head at Sarah.

“Who did you hear it from by the way?”

“Sam told me,” she said as the waitress brought her a drink. “He’s also very entertained by that whole thing.”

“We all are,” Becca said and your phone vibrated in your hand, Ethan’s name flashing across the screen. You looked around, then stood up.

“I’ll be right back,” you said and made your way down the stairs, then passed the dance floor and stepped outside with your bodyguards following you.

“Y/N!” you heard Ethan’s voice and you turned your head, then smiled at him as the bouncer immediately stepped aside.

“Miss Y/N, he didn’t tell us he was your friend.”

“Oh no worries,” you said as Ethan approached you.

“Hey,” he said, kissing your cheek. “You look amazing.”

“Aw thank you, so do you!” you said, then grabbed his wrist to pull him along as you walked back into the club.

“They’re not letting anyone in,” Ethan told you, making you shoot him a small smile.

“Just give my name the next time and they’ll let you pass,” you told him and he let out a whistle.

“Just how far does your reach go?”

“Very far,” you said with a wink, then led him up the stairs before walking into the VIP room. You quickly introduced Ian to the girls, and took your seat, Ethan sitting right next to you.

“You were my doctor!” Ethan told Sarah. “The uh…the other night.”

“I was,” Sarah said. “Feeling better I hope?”

“Much better,” Ethan said and ordered a beer to the waitress by the door. “Thank you again by the way.”

“Not a problem,” Sarah said and Becca smiled at him.

“So Ethan,” she said. “I’ve heard so much about you. Y/N says you’re a data analyst?”

“I am,” Ethan nodded. “I just moved to the city, and Y/N has been nice enough to show me around.”

“Do you like it here so far?”

“People are exceptionally rude,” he answered with a grin. “My neighbor looked at me like I’d grown two heads when I greeted him the other day.”

“I don’t think I know any of my neighbors,” Leila mused and before you could comment on it, a familiar voice reached inside the room.

“No Sam but I’m just saying—” Bucky stopped by the entrance the moment he caught the sight of you and he raised his brows.

“Hey,” he said after a beat, his lips curling into a smirk. “Mind if we join you?”

“Jesus…” Becca heaved a sigh and turned to Leila. “Do you wanna dance?”

“Sure!”

“Great, let’s go,” she said as she stood up and left the room with Leila following her. Sam and Bucky entered the room, a girl following Bucky right behind him, and you could see they were holding hands. You tried not to roll your eyes and smiled at Sam instead.

“Hey there.”

“It’s been a while,” he said as he squeezed at your shoulder, then sat next to Sarah. Bucky took a seat, and the girl sat right next to him, still not letting go of his hand.

“Look at that, you’re here too,” Bucky told Ethan. “Let’s hope tonight ends better for you than your other date huh?”

You held onto Ethan’s arm, leaning your head on his shoulder without saying anything and Bucky’s jaw clenched.

“Fingers crossed for that,” Ethan said. “But in any case, my awesome doctor is here so I’m prepared if it doesn’t.”

Sarah chuckled and Bucky leaned back on the couch.

“Sam, this is Emmett—”

“Ethan,” you and Ethan corrected him at the same time and Bucky’s smile widened.

“My bad,” he said. “He’s Y/N’s… friend.”

“Nice to meet you,” Ethan told Sam while you played with the straw in your cocktail, keeping your glances on the girl.

“And you are?”

“Allison,” she said and you exchanged glances with Sarah who shook her head at you as if telling you not to do what you were about to, but you turned to Allison.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said. “Excuse my manners, it’s just that we don’t often see Bucky spending time with women vertically, so it took me a minute to shake off the shock.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you while Sam pursed his lips, trying to keep a straight face.

“But look at you Buck!” you told him. “You’re improving yourself.”

“At least one of us is,” Bucky stated, making you glare at him. Sam cleared his throat, shifting his weight.

“Ethan just moved to the city,” Sarah said in an attempt to change the subject and Ethan nodded fervently.

“Yeah it’s been less than a month, I’m pretty new here.”

“And he says people are rude, including his neighbors,” Sarah said and Sam chuckled.

“Let me guess, you grew up in a small town?”

“That obvious?” Ethan asked while you and Bucky glared at each other, neither of you averting your glances. Allison frowned slightly.

“Is everything okay?”  

“Great.”

“Peachy.” Both you and Bucky said at the same time and the waitress walked inside with drinks. Bucky took his glass of whiskey, then took a sip while Ethan sat up straighter.

“I’m just saying, where I grew up, people liked helping others and making friends.”

“You grew up in Narnia?”

“Okay I know how it sounds,” Ethan said with a laugh. “But I mean I guess it’s what I’m used to. I want to go back eventually but…”

“Yeah?” Bucky asked, grinning. “Look at that Charm. He wants to move back to a small town.”

 “It’s a future plan, after decades probably,” Ethan added in a rush. “It’s just so peaceful there—”

“And Charm loves peaceful,” Bucky said. “She eventually wants to just leave this all behind and go live in a cute cottage or something, away from the family business.”

You gritted your teeth, putting your cocktail glass down and Ethan looked between you two while Sarah ran a hand over her face.

“You’d fit right in too,” Bucky told you. “I hear people in small towns never let anything go and can hold grudges for years.”

 “You on the other hand wouldn’t fit in at all,” you shot back. “Ethan says people are nice there so I doubt they tolerate anyone who’s an arrogant asshole.”

“There it is,” Sam murmured. “They lasted longer than I thought.”

Ethan blinked a couple of times. “Uh, how about we all just calm down—”

“They won’t,” Sarah said helpfully and Sam heaved a sigh.

“I knew I should’ve left with Steve.”

 “You really can’t wrap your mind around the fact that people can change, can you?” Bucky asked as you leaned forward, glaring daggers at him.

“Oh I can wrap my mind around that just fine; people can change, you however—” you started but your phone started vibrating on the table so you grabbed it, seeing your father’s caller ID flash across the screen.

“I’ll be back,” you said and pushed yourself off the couch, then made your way out of the club, your bodyguards following you. You took a couple of steps away from the building so that the music wouldn’t be as loud, then answered the phone.

“Daddy?”

“Y/N sweetheart,” he said. “You didn’t text me when you got there.”

“Oh I forgot!” you said, leaning back against the wall. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he said. “You and Becca are having fun?”

“Mm hm,” you said. “At least I was until Bucky showed up.”

“Bucky is there too?” he asked. “That’s good.”

You rolled your eyes. “Daddy…”

The amusement in his voice was clear; “I’m just saying.”

“I’m going to hang up now,” you told him and he chuckled.

“Be very careful alright? And don’t stay until the dawn.”

“We’ll see about that, love you!” you said and hung up before he could argue. You pushed yourself off the wall but as soon as you turned, your eyes fell on Bucky and you let out a groan.

“Jesus Christ, what is it this time?” you asked. “Let me guess, have my babies or something?”

Bucky shot you an almost reprimanding look.

“If you insist,” he said, making you scoff before you saw his driver stopping the car in front of you both and he opened the door for him.

“You’re leaving?” you asked and Bucky’s head shot up, a look of surprise crossing his handsome features.

“Did you—me and Sam are meeting Steve, something came up but do you want to come with?”

“Absolutely not,” you said quickly. “It was just a question.”

Bucky paused for a moment and cleared his throat.

“So now that you got your revenge, are you happy?”

“My revenge?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said. “What, I broke your heart almost ten years ago—”

“That’s kind of an exaggeration.”

“And now everyone knows you turned my proposal down.”

“Also kind of an exaggeration to call that nonsense a proposal,” you pointed out and he held up his hands, mocking surrender.

“So when will you get rid of him?” he asked and you pulled your brows together.

“Ethan?” you asked. “What makes you think I want to?”

Bucky’s lips curled into a smile.

“Because he will bore you,” he said. “And as much as you like to think otherwise, you don’t do boredom.”

“Oh right, because you know so much about me,” you stated, sarcasm laced in your tone. “Sure.”

Bucky’s piercing blue eyes held your gaze for a moment, making your heart skip a beat before he took a deep breath, as if trying to pull himself together.

“Let me know when you’re done with the whole poems and roses bullshit and want actual power,” he told you as he walked to his car. “Ready when you are, Charm.”  

The driver closed his door and you glared at the car as it drove away, then rolled your shoulders back.

“In your dreams buddy,” you grumbled to yourself, then flipped the phone in your hand and made your way back into the club.

Chapter 7

[plskillme22]

Veil of Deceit

bff!yeonjun x gn!reader, yandere, 1.9k words, not proofread, mdni

warnings: reader wears halloween makeup, yandere themes, knives, reader gets attacked and drugged, violence, talk of drunk people (they're at a party), reference to hooking up but no smut (STILL MDNI)

THIS IS NOT A ROMANTICIZATION OF THESE THEMES, THIS IS STRICTLY FICTION AND POSTED FOR THE SAKE OF SPOOKY SEASON, I DO NOT CONDONE THE ACTIONS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY. OBSESSION IS NOT ROMANTIC.

IF I MISSED ANY LET ME KNOW! <3

A/N: hi this is kinda bad, i just wanted to get something out, sorry lmao, lmk if it sucks <3

-k

"I'll be fine, Gyu, I'm right down the street anyways."

These were the last words you spoke before you made your way out of the cramped living room and into the front yard. It was your best friend Yeonjun's idea to come to this party--something about his friend's frat throwing it--but squeezing between hordes of drunk people wasn't exactly how you were planning to spend your Halloween. Yes, you would do almost anything to please him, but that was before that weird guy dressed as Maverick from Top Gun tried to grind on you.

You would've told Yeonjun that you were going home if you could find him, but after a few minutes of searching and multiple missed calls and unanswered texts, you figured it might be better to just leave. If he got upset, at least there would be a trail of proof of your efforts. Honestly, he was probably preoccupied with that nun you had seen latched onto him earlier in the night.

Admittedly, you were a little bit disappointed in how quickly your best friend had lost you in the crowd. You were honestly hopeful that tonight would be a fun time. A "great way to let off some steam," as Yeonjun had put it when he was initially convincing you to come. Now, you think you're remembering why it's been so long since he was able to drag you out from the comfort of your couch like this.

Wrapping your jacket a little bit tighter around you as a small breeze blows by, you think about the cup of tea you're going to make when you get home. You'll change into your pajamas, clean the makeup off of your face, and put on a Halloween movie while you snuggle up in front of your tv. The daydream you put yourself in takes over your mind, and you don't even notice the figure trailing behind you.

Footsteps approach you, and you get the feeling that something is off. Right as you whip your neck around to look at your surroundings, you feel a blow delivered to the back of your head. Dazed, you watch with blurry eyesight as the asphalt rushes up to meet you, knocking all of the air out of your lungs.

"What's happening? Is this it?" you think to yourself while staring blankly at the sky with half-lidded eyes, the world spinning around you.

A figure comes into view, looming above your frame. A white mask with black lips and a black heart around the eye stares down at you. They tilt their head, studying your crumpled form.

"P-please…" you manage to squeak out, willing your head to stop pounding so you can do something-- anything.

The figure knelt beside you, their arm resting on their leg. You notice a metallic glint from their hand, and quickly realize that they're holding a knife--either a bowie or a chefs; you couldn't tell. The person raises the sharp object up to your neck, softly trailing it down to your collarbones. You can hear faint breathing behind the mask, and you listen to your own labored breath. The sound grounds you, and you summon all of the adrenaline and strength you possibly can. You slowly and carefully go for the little pocket knife on your keys.

"I won't die like this."

Suddenly, you bolt up, swinging your arm at your assailant. You manage a small cut on the right side of their neck, and you hear a short hiss as they stumble back and reach up to feel the laceration.

You don't waste any time as you sprint off, thankful that your apartment complex is only about a block away now.

You don't look behind you, knowing that it will only slow you down. Instead, you focus all of your energy into running, using every bit of strength to get your keys ready as you approach your door. Fumbling to quickly put the little piece of metal in the lock, you spare a glance in the direction that you came from, expecting to see the masked figure running towards you. You're surprised when you see… nothing. Nobody was there, chasing after you.

Confused, but still on high-alert, you quickly make your way inside and lock the door behind you, collapsing on the other side in fatigue, your breathing labored. Tears begin streaming down your face as you dig your phone out of the pocket of your costume, calling the first person that came to mind.

When Yeonjun still didn't answer, you called Beomgyu, hoping and praying to any deity that would listen that he would pick up.

"Hey, did you make it home safe?" you hear Beomgyu on the other end of the line.

"Gyu…" you sob through the phone.

"What? What happened? Are you okay? What's going on?" his voice turned frantic, and the music from the party fades away as you presume he stepped outside to hear you.

"Please come over" you manage to get out.

"I'm on my way."

~~~

The next day, you don't wake up until you hear Yeonjun enter your apartment, assuming Beomgyu called him and let him in.

You slowly raise your head from your brown couch, where you guess you ended up passing out last night. You don't remember much after unlocking the door for Beomgyu and trying to tell him what happened. You faintly recall him helping you file a police report, but you weren't sure. You really hoped you didn't have a concussion from that hit to the head.

"Oh my God, y/n, are you okay?" Yeonjun asks, quickly crouching next to you by the couch.

"I… I'm alright." you reply hoarsely, your throat raw from crying.

"Beomgyu told me everything, I'm so sorry I didn't pick up the phone. This is all my fault."

"Don't blame yourself, Jjun. I'm okay now, everything is fine."

"No, I-I should have been there for you. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

Yeonjun grabs your hands in his larger ones, looking down at them as he whispered his apologies repeatedly.

You remain quiet, thinking over the events that occurred last night. You're still shocked that something like that happened to you. Getting attacked like you did… that's something that happens in the movies. Something that you hear about on the news, but never something that happens to you.

Beomgyu comes back over to the couch, and you look to him as he stares softly down at you and Yeonjun.

"Are you going to be okay? If you want me to stay, I will." He speaks gently.

Although you were worried that the person from last night might've seen where you live, you ultimately decided that it'd still be okay with just one friend here to watch over you.

"I think I'll be okay now, Yeonjun will take the next shift" you say jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. Humor had always been your coping mechanism.

With a smile that didn't reach his eyes, Beomgyu responds "as long as you're sure. Jjun, will you guys be okay?"

Yeonjun looks up at him, still grasping your hands. He nods slightly, eyes bloodshot from tears unshed.

With a nod and another smile towards you, your other friend makes his way to the door, putting his shoes back on as he takes his leave.

The door clicks shut, and you look back to Yeonjun, still crouched in front of you.

"Hey, c'mon, get up. There's no use dwelling on it like this, right?" you say softly to him. You have always been the one to make sure everybody else was okay before you, and you couldn't help but take on that role now, even after everything that had happened.

The man in front of you looked up at you and nodded, slowly standing up to sit next to you on the couch.

"Is there anything I can do for you? Are you hungry? Thirsty? You must be thirsty, right? You haven't had any water yet today, I'll go get you some water." He rambles as he stands up and paces over to your small kitchen. You try to fight the smile on your lips at his caring nature, watching as he retrieves your favorite blue mug from a cabinet.

You turn towards the TV in front of you, reaching for the remote on the coffee table. Maybe a movie will take your mind off of everything. It would probably be best to just forget about it. Like you said, no use dwelling on it--what's done is done. Now all you could do is wait for the police to do their job and bring your attacker to justice, but you didn't have high hopes.

You hear Yeonjun click the lock closed on your front door and feel thankful that he's looking out for your safety. He comes back and settles next to you on the couch, handing you your water.

"Here, drink up. You have to be dehydrated after the night you had."

You thank him quietly as you take the water, slowly sipping it before downing it, realizing just how thirsty you are. He watches to make sure you finish it, then gently takes the mug from your hands, setting it on the table in front of you.

"What are we watching?"

You think for a moment before responding with "I'm not sure, maybe something Disney? I think that would be the most comforting right now, I don't know if I'm up to start something new."

He nods in understanding, and you eventually decide on a movie from your childhood.

Maybe thirty minutes into the movie, you pulled the blanket from the back of the couch onto you, then immediately kicked it off, then pulled it back on, frustrated. It was if you were too hot and too cold at the same time. Yeonjun looked over at you, concern etched onto his face.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked gently.

You nodded, but suddenly noticed how dizzy you were becoming, nausea overtaking you. Maybe that hit to the head is having some nasty aftereffects?

You glance away from the TV towards your best friend, breathing getting slower. Why was it so difficult to move? And why is Yeonjun smiling?

"Jjun… wha- what's happening?" you say, your speech slurring together.

Just then, while getting a good look at him, you notice a little cut on the right side of his neck. It looks relatively fresh, as if he only got it within the past 24 hours.

"Oh, Love, use that pretty brain of yours. I know you're smart enough to figure this out." he said, his tone mocking.

You stumble up from the couch and try to head for your front door, but your reaction time has dulled down, and you're having trouble moving. You fall to the ground as your legs give out beneath you.

Yeonjun stands up and walks over to you slowly, his hands in his pockets. He has a smirk on his face as he peers down at your frame on the ground. He's starting to get blurry, and you panic. You feel like you're about to hyperventilate, but your body won't let you, everything going slower.

"Oh y/n, if only you knew how much I love you… you'd never want to leave my side. But now you're mine, and I'll make sure nobody will ever take you away from me."

thank you for reading!! <3

-k

[collieii]

i really like how trimax constantly emphasizes that vash's kindness is a choice, a deliberate and powerful one. it contrasts him so well to knives, who's so disdainful towards humanity as a whole. but vash actually interacts with people and is involved in society. and, by extension, he's been hurt by it so many times. but despite this he chooses love everytime and defends humanity.

meanwhile, knives has never participated, always seems to watch people from a distance. still, he makes claims about the cruelty of humanity, and he uses the idea of human cruelty to justify his actions, despite the fact that he's likely never directly been victim to it the same way vash and the other plants have. not to understate the whole tesla situation, but he assumes that he has the authority to decide the fate of humanity, even though out of every plant he's probably not the one who's in the position to make that sort of decision. (and frankly, it's not a decision any single individual should be making)

so this moment is so poignant, though vash might not be directly talking about himself we know it applies to him, we know how much violence he's suffered. it's written on his skin (his shirtlessness in that scene is very pointed). and we know that knives hasn't really experienced that. and knives is ultimately very self absorbed, he assumes he knows what's best for the plants and what they want, so he uses them to achieve his goals without consulting them. unlike vash, who as we see in the finale, has made efforts to communicate with the plants (communication and connection is such a big thing with vash!) he's familiar with them, and they him, and that's one of the reasons they seem more willing to follow vash's path than knives.

the difference between vash and knives is that vash sees everyone as an individual with inherent value. knives is unwilling to do this and he turns groups into monoliths, refuses to see individuals or nuance.

one of the big ideas of trigun is that conflict occurs because people don't see those around them as individuals. so what really saves the day isn't guns or firepower, but understanding between people. vash helps facilitate this understanding between humans and plants because they're all familiar with him, he's put a lot of effort into getting to know everyone! and with everyone he meets he embodies the idea of love and peace, helps them believe that cooperation is possible.

[howlingday]

D&D au jaune thought he didn't have talent for magic until one day he insulted a goblin so bad it just fucking died. walk us through the adventures of the blonde bard jaune arc and his best spell vicious mockery

I wish I was more familiar with Bards, and I also wish I answered this with Tom Cardy's "Perception Check". Sadly, I've played a bard once in a now long dead campaign and two mini-campaigns, and I already gave the Tom Cardy treatment to Nora. That said, here's Bard!Jaune

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"Fellas, fellas, please." Jaune waved his hands defensively as thugs pressed closer to bring harm to him. It wasn't his fault all the girls were giving him all the unwanted attention. It was an occupational hazard, just like pissing off a bunch of drunken bullies. Like right now. "Come now, can't we settle this without violence?"

"No chance, cheese-hair!"

"Cheese-hair?!" Jaune jumped back. "At least I have hair that looks like cheese, where ass your head is as bald as a newborn elephant's asshole!"

The bald foe reeled back, covering his head. In the far back corner, another bald patron left the tavern in tears. The others, heads much fuller of flowing locks, pressed further. One of them grabbed Jaune by his collar, foul miasma spilling through stained teeth.

"Ugh!" Jaune held a hand over his nose. "You do realize urinal cakes AREN'T real cakes, don't you? What goes into the lavatory is supposed to stay in the lavatory, not go back inside you!"

Jaune landed on his feet as he was dropped, and thick hands clasped shut the port hole of the offending odor. Light chuckles that started filling the room were now building into light rumbles of laughter. The third and final foe stepped forward, tossing a fist without warning. Jaune caught the strike with his face and flew across the stage and into the back wall. It was time to break out the big guns.

"You call that a punch?" Jaune stood from the floor, fire in his eyes. "Your mother hit me harder than that, and that was after I already tired her out with my TRUE bardic skills. But she wasn't the only one, of course, because both your sister AND your father wanted a piece of the action, too!"

The tavern nearly exploded, roaring with laughter as Jaune roasted this man's entire family with his vicious sling of insults. People were in tears, but not nearly as much as this man who had fallen to the floor in a blubbering mess. Taking his instrument in hand, Jaune left the stage, holding his hat out to anyone who wanted to give him his due of gold and silver and coppers.

However, one person had been watching him the entire time and made an important decision. There was an important mission that required people of as many skills as possible in order to get the sweetest score of all. And it would need a bit of sweet talking to help grease the wheels to get there.

That's why Roman Torchwick decided to snag Jaune as soon as he could to get the job done.

[sophsun1]

Okay this discussion of the cancer arc has me thinking - what is the arc (or even single plot point) you feel CowLip did the greatest disservice with and how would you want to see it changed?

Hey!

I guess I would easily have to go with the pink posse arc because it was a powerful and deserved storyline for Justin but the execution was dreadful.

They spent nearly a third of the season on it and Cowlip woefully misused it. They even made Randy cut his beautiful hair for this mess *sobs* THE AUDACITY.

I guess they were aiming for Justin suffering from PTSD and instead of treating it sensitively and taking the time to show how badly it affected him they instead went with the crazy, high action option. Justin expressing his trauma from a violent crime by running around instigating fights with strangers! Starting fights with Brian! With guns and violence!

I honestly have no idea what was going on in the writers room because the foundation for this story was *there*. Putting aside the fact they came back to it three seasons later.

This could have been saved with some simple tweaks -

Sprinkling in some mentions of Justin's PTSD in S3, nothing major just alluding to him not getting enough sleep because he's been suffering with the odd nightmare. So it doesn't come off as being out of the blue as it was revisited after so long. Have Ethan ask about his time at high school which triggers memories of prom, or having to go to the doctor because of issues with his hand. Anything. We had that great line in 2x15 when Michael mentions using Justin's experience in the comic and Justin is happy to as he wants to talk about what happened but no one else does. Expand on that - who doesn't want to/why don't they? Brian maybe???

Exploring Britin's joint trauma over prom as each time Justin mentions Hobbs or the attack on Darren bringing back memories and his guilt over not doing anything in regards to his own, Brian's go to response is to tell Justin to not think about it or that he thought he had put it behind him. Which is of course Brian's way of coping with his own continued lingering guilt over not saving him. We get a throwaway line in 2x03 after the previous episode where the bloodied scarf is discarded and Justin let's him know he's not to blame. Emmett says "you saved Justin's life" and Brian responds "I didn't do anything." It's clear they both have some ghosts haunting them, thereby opening the goddamn door for an actual discussion about the ongoing ramifications of a violent crime never fully leaving you.

For example, Justin could let loose saying that for someone who is the world's biggest heterophobe you're all words and no action. Of course you'd tell me to forget about it the way you did about me when I was in hospital considering you never visited *boom* cue deep heartfelt talks about Brian's guilt and that he doesn't want the same thing happening again re Cody and guns being involved. Possibly Justin and Jennifer expanding on her fears (giving me Team Jen and Brian worrying) Justin finally going. to. therapy!

The most insane part of this story being zero follow up or reaction post conclusion. None. Nothing. Nada. It was like it never happened. Give the audience the odd casual scene of Justin mentioning some coping techniques, Brian dropping him off at an appointment, Daphne asking how he's doing etc. Something meaningful showing that he's starting to heal especially as he went into the role of support for Brian's cancer immediately after this!

[yanderes-galore]

hello ^^ sorry for the delay I just realized.ignore my previous request 🙏sanford with the two phrases, whatever you want but with him. a lot of anguish47.) "I'd die before I let you go!" 16.) "Do what I tell you or I'll have to put this gun behind your back..."sorry for wasting your time

Nah, it's fine! I understand what you're saying in this one ^^ Thanks for requesting either way!

The first prompt made him OOC at first so I twisted it, but I hope it was good either way! Dark and sadistic Sanford is also a nice way to write him!

Yandere! Sanford Prompts 47 + 16

"Do as I say or I may just have to press this weapon closer to your back...."

"I'd die before letting you go!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Torture, Blood, Implied murder, Injury, Violence, Jealousy, Implied kidnapping, Forced relationship, OOC/Scary Sanford, Delusional behavior, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Swearing if you count 'Hell' as a curse.

You never thought Sanford could get so... violent- Compared to his other murderous cohorts you thought Sanford couldn't snap. You thought he was calmer despite what he does.

You could tell he didn't know you were there. He looked way too fixated on pressing his gun hard against your friend's back. The barrel digging into their skin.

Squinting you could tell Sanford had done a number on them. Blood spilled from their wounds, looking to be made from Sanford's trusty hook. It appears you made a mistake trusting him....

"Do as I say or I may just have to press this gun closer to your back...."

Your friend quivered, the poor Grunt unarmed and defenseless against Sanford. Just what was his problem!? He's never acted like this before....

"You and (Y/N) are a bit too close for my liking. I suggest you keep your distance...."

"H-Hell no! You'll hurt (Y/N)... it's a good thing you two aren't any closer!"

You flinch when you see Sanford raise his blood soaked hook, gouging it into your friend's body. They scream in pain and Sanford only laughs.

"Care to repeat that? I don't mind making a hole in your face next...."

Sanford then twists the hook to pull them closer, gun still ready to blow them to bits.

"My adoration towards (Y/N) is none of your concern. If you putting yourself in the way of me and (Y/N) is a hill you're willing to die on..."

Sanford's finger swaps to the trigger, causing you to leap into action.

"Then so be it."

"SANFORD-!"

Sanford had already dislodged his hook from your friend before you tackled him. The taller man goes down with a surprised grunt, you landing on top of him and tossing the gun away from his hands.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

Sanford gave you a look of surprise before realizing he had been caught.... There was no way he could lie his way out of this. You wouldn't believe he's innocent if he tried to sweet talk his way out of this.

"You're crazy!" You yell at him, Sanford feels his heart shudder at your words. You then pull off of him and run to your friend.

You quickly try to drag your friend, who's quickly bleeding out, away from Sanford. Your only concern was getting them safe and telling Deimos and Hank what happened.

Could you even trust them?

"You aren't leaving with that Grunt, (Y/N)!"

You then feel something pierce your shoulder before yanking you back. You cry in pain as it feels like your arm is being dislocated before slamming into a chest. You're too in pain to realize what Sanford is doing.

Your shoulder is now badly bleeding while your whole body is wrapped in the cord from Sanford's hook. You can't move and can only hope Sanford chooses mercy.

"I didn't want to rush this, but that 'friend' of yours made me do it."

Sanford then cradles your body to his chest. You swore you felt him kiss your head in the process. He truly was deranged....

"Let me go...." you croak, glancing at your butchered friend. By this point they probably bled out. You couldn't do anything to stop it....

Sanford quickly turns your gaze back to him. Gripping your chin he forces you to look at only him. His eyes hold such a foreign infatuation.

"I'd die before letting you go!"

Sanford then tightens his grip, you shaking at his touch.

"I've always wanted you this close. I was just waiting for the perfect moment to hold you and show you how I feel. This is far from perfect but..."

Sanford smiles, giving away the fact he was probably long gone now. There was no rational thought in his face. Only crazed obsession.

"At least I get to keep you in my arms now with no one to interrupt!"

[ssahotstuff]

Lie To Me

An Aaron Hotchner x reader series

Aaron Hotchner/Ozark crossover

Part 10

Part 9 can be found here

Warnings: oral, male receiving, crime, money laundering, violence, smut, minors DNI cursing, drinking

Word count: 4k

Aaron

I called as promised as soon as I touched down in Mexico, telling her I loved her and that I'd talk to her when I could. The last thing I wanted was to be away from her; when they told me I'd be the one to bring Marty home, I prayed he'd just come on his own. They were worried he was trying to run, and even though we had connections everywhere, we had no one on the inside of the Navarro cartel, the people Marty worked for.

Omar Navarro was their leader, and currently detained in American prison because our agent Maya Miller had jumped the gun and had him arrested after he'd decided to make a deal with us. He was going to work for us for five years in return for unhindered passage to and from the United States and no prison time. If he agreed, Marty would work for us too, and he'd get to avoid jail time. But that wasn't possible now, because Omar was in custody.

Rumor was that Marty was in Mexico running things for Omar, and he'd gone dark, not communicating with us since he'd left. The FBI was concerned, and it was my job to make sure he made it back to the Ozarks in one piece. I picked up a car that I knew would be waiting for me at the airport, one of the perks of having connections. The weather was hot and dry, and I was glad I'd skipped a tie today. It was too hot for a suit and even I knew that.

The first place I'd be visiting was Omar's home. It was a grand compound, with a giant gated entrance that I somehow managed to get clearance through. I assumed Marty was around somewhere and that was the only reason I wasn't shot on arrival. When I made it through the front door, a series of Omar's accomplices pointed me in the right direction until I'd found Marty, sitting at Omar's desk like he owned it.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

I looked around the room and to Marty, who'd made himself at home.

"I could ask you the same thing. This is how you do things now? You're in charge?" It was no surprise that Marty had to come clean things up and find a new leader for the cartel--Omar's sons weren't old enough yet.

"I'm fixing our problem. You need someone new to make a deal with. Omar's nephew is that guy," he stated, but I wasn't convinced that it was so simple.

"Just like that?"

He made a face, putting his hands in his pockets. Nothing about him was trustworthy. I never understood how Y/n got mixed up with him, considering he was the least trustworthy person on the planet. Everyone involved with him was shady with the exception of her.

"Well not exactly that easy. I still have to talk to him," of course he hadn't gotten any closer to making the deal than he was before he left. Coming to Mexico only prolonged our action moving forward. It was no secret that I didn't want to make a deal with him--but it wasn't my call.

He explained that Javi wanted to take over Omar's empire, and that the deal would be for ten years instead of five. Marty would do anything to keep himself out of prison, so he needed this to work. I didn't care one way or the other--I just wanted to go home.

"Well you can do it from US soil, because we're leaving. Tonight." Truth be told, we could wait until morning, but I didn't want to be away from Y/n any longer than I had to be. It was hard enough getting on the plane and leaving in the first place, given how emotional she got when I told her I had to leave. It nearly broke my heart watching her cry over me, over things I couldn't control, but I'd be back to her as soon as I possibly could.

"No can do. Javi's coming here in the morning."

I crossed the room, unsure of who he thought he was negotiating with.

"This isn't a discussion. You don't get to make any choices. We're leaving as soon as I find a flight to Missouri." He sat down at his desk, pouring a drink before he offered me one. I declined, checking my watch--it was nearly time for The Blue Cat to open, and I wondered what my girl was doing without me, how her day was going. My routine was always off if I didn't at least see her for a bit in the mornings, and today had been no different. I didn't get to sleep with her, and she hated sleeping alone. I'd gotten used to sharing her bed--it was much bigger and more comfortable than mine by far.

"If you want to make a deal, we need to stay until morning."

I shook my head, picking up my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

"I want to put your ass in prison. No amount of convincing will get me to stay in Mexico tonight. Get Javi to America," if he wanted to do any sort of deal, he'd have to comply with our terms, one of which was meeting on US soil.

"I'll try."

Three hours later, Javi was set to fly to America shortly behind us. By the time we boarded our flight, Marty was especially giddy, a smirk on his face.

"Rushing back for any reason in particular?" He teased, nudging me with his elbow. I recoiled away just as quick, in no mood to be friendly with him.

"I didn't want to come chase you down in the first place."

He rolled his eyes, and I took the time before we took off to let Y/n know I was on my way back, and that I'd see her soon. It was only a three hour flight, so I'd get back before bedtime if we were lucky. He nodded to my phone screen, my wallpaper was a photo of Y/n, one I'd taken one night at the Blue Cat of her leaned against the counter, smiling as she talked to Jonah. It was such a good candid photo, and she was so beautiful, and she didn't even have to try.

"I bet she wasn't happy you had to come get me." She was the one thing we had in common, the only thing we could talk about and not argue over because he'd been smart enough to keep her off our radar.

"She wasn't. She's worried about you, though. You should know by now that she always worries," it was one of the cutest things about her, the way she felt so deeply, with her entire heart no matter what the situation.

"I hate that she's being put through this but I'm glad we're in agreement that she can never know about any of it," keeping her out of it would make sure that Marty's kids always had a scapegoat. When he'd first suggested the idea to my boss, I hated it until I realized how much better they functioned with her around.

"Never. I'll shelter her from it for as long as I can, because I don't want her or your kids knowing what you do." It was something I'd asked for early on, to keep it quiet to her from everyone else too. They agreed simply because I never asked for anything so they knew it must be important to me. Maya was good about not letting anything slip when she talked to her, so Marty was the only person I had to worry about.

"I appreciate that you help her with my kids. Jonah cooked us dinner when he was home, said you taught him how."

I enjoyed his kids, which only made seeing Marty worse for me. He made a good decision to send them to stay with Y/n, but it was the only good decision he'd made in years.

"They're innocent, Marty. I'd never hurt your kids. I spend just as much time with them as I do her," I could tell it bothered him a little but he'd never tell me, not when he knew my intentions were only good.

"I know you wouldn't."

By the time we landed and I had delivered Marty to the director, I was exhausted. The first call I made once I was in the car alone was to Y/n to see where she was. It was getting late so I didn't know if she was still at work or not.

"I miss you," there was no greeting, just her sweet voice on the other end of the line.

"I miss you, baby. Tell me where you are," I didn't drive off until she told me she was still at work, getting ready to close things down. I made my way to The Blue Cat, where her and Kay's cars were the only ones left in the lot, even Dave was already gone.

I made my way inside, spying her at the bar, counting out tips. She turned around when she heard the bell, practically sprinting towards me, hugging me with all of her might.

"So glad you're home," she murmured, letting me kiss her greedily on the lips, pulling her into me. Kay came from the kitchen, stopping when she saw us, but I didn't care. I thought I'd be away from her for much longer, but any amount of time not around her was too much.

"You ready to go home?" She nodded, taking my hand as we all headed to the parking lot.

"Leave your car. I'll bring you in the morning," I'd missed her so bad I didn't even want her taking her own car, not when she could just ride in mine. I didn't want to be apart from her for another minute.

"So was finding him hard?" I shook my head, telling her the brief details, like how long it took. I'd never dare tell her anything more than that.

"I hope now that he's home, he's back for good. I was dreading sleeping without you," she only wanted Marty to stay put so she didn't have to worry about me leaving again, and it made me feel so loved to know she enjoyed having me around so much.

"Now you won't have to. I'm off tomorrow so I figured we can have coffee together in the morning, it's been a while." Usually I was gone before she woke up, starting my days early so I could be home sooner.

"The kids will be happy you're back. They miss you when you're not around," she said as we pulled in, the kids coming outside when they saw my vehicle.

"You're back!" Jonah said excitedly, rushing forward to greet me.

"I am. And hopefully I won't have to leave again," I told them, following them inside. Y/n made everyone a cup of tea, something she was trying to get us all in the habit of since we were all notorious for drinking coffee, even right before bed. The tea she made was calming, specifically for bedtime. The kids enjoyed it, it was their chance to rehash their day, and ask about hers. It was a slice of normalcy in their torn apart world, and I felt my heart swell when I realized they cared enough to let me be a part of it.

When we all said our good nights, I wasn't surprised when she dragged me towards the front door and across the street to my place, despite her attempts to get everyone ready for bed.

"Want to show me how much you missed me?" I teased as I unlocked the front door, taken by storm when she dropped to her knees as soon as we got inside, tugging my pants down with her.

"That's the plan,"'she said sweetly, plopping my cock into her mouth as soon as she'd freed me from my boxers. I groaned as she let me touch the back of her throat, tears already brimming her pretty little eyes as she gagged around me.

"Goddamn, baby. Your mouth feels so good," I let my eyes flutter shut as she choked on me, my cock practically in her throat, but she didn't stop. She sped up, letting me wipe the tears from her cheeks as she hollowed them out around me, making me grip the back of her head, a smile on her lips. She didn't stop until she'd swallowed every last drop of me, wiping her mouth as she stood up, hugging me as she got on her feet.

"I missed you so much," she said finally, leaning up to kiss me. She'd never know how a minute away from her felt like days, and I needed her like the air in my lungs in order to keep going.

✨✨✨

"So tell me what you've been doing. You still with Hotch?" It was closing time, but Ruth had showed up. She'd been afraid to come around because of the investigation, but she'd needed a friend tonight, and stopped by the Blue Cat to see you.

"We've been together for months now. We're doing good. The kids are still with me," she didn't seem shocked given the circumstances. You were having your nightly beer, waiting on Aaron to show up, because you knew he would. He was rather predictable, and he'd told you he worked late tonight, which meant you'd be the first stop on his way home.

"They do good with you."

It was common knowledge that Marty and everyone knew his kids were safe with you, but not only that, they were growing into spectacular people. You were afraid of what they'd become if they only had their parents influence in their lives. Marty and Wendy weren't bad parents but their priorities were way out of line and Marty had put everyone in a shitty spot by committing these crimes.

"They do. I worry what'll happen if Marty goes to prison." You worried about everything, not just Marty going to prison. You worried that soon enough, the kids would need more than a friend, they'd need a parent, and you weren't sure if you could be that. You'd try no matter what, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't get scared for the future.

"Me too." You heard him before you saw him, the bell letting you know he'd arrived. You stayed at the bar, letting him come to you. You handed him a beer that he took gratefully, sitting on a barstool in front of you as you leaned on the bar.

"I'm glad you found someone who's good to you," Ruth said as she finished her beer and headed for the door so you could head home, knowing that it was late. Aaron waited until you were alone to lean across the bar and kiss you, his hand on your face. You leaned into his touch before walking around the bar so you could finish your beer with him.

"Marty's making a deal tomorrow. This mess should be over soon."

He seemed hopeful that all of this would soon come to an end. He was supposed to be retiring when that happened, and you had thought about asking him to run the restaurant with you, maybe expanding and making it bigger. You weren't sure what his plans were but you hoped he stuck around.

He followed you home, coming over right after. You didn't even know the last time he'd been in his bed-- he was always with you. The two of you were inseparable, and you preferred it that way. The kids were already waiting for you; Charlotte had ordered pizza and it had just showed up. You all sat at the table and ate, hoping that Jonah would still come around even after things resumed as usual and there was no threat at his home. You knew he would, you just got worried sometimes.

By the time you were in bed that night, Aaron could tell something was wrong. He pulled you into his lap, his hands on your thighs.

"Talk to me, gorgeous girl. Tell me what's on your mind," you leaned forward and kissed him, still shocked that he knew you well enough to know when something was up, even if you were acting fine.

"All I do is work. Sometimes I worry that if I get Jonah, I won't be enough for him, guidance wise."

He brought you to his chest, letting you lay on top of him as he raked his hands through your hair, his other hand on your back.

"You're more than enough. You give them peace, something they haven't had at home in a long time. Don't ever worry about not being enough for any of us. I promise you are."

You let him make you feel better, pressed against him as he gently rubbed your back. You were lucky enough to have the following day off, and so did he. Kay was working in the morning and Charlotte was working the dinner shift, giving you a break. You were letting Charlotte take your car since you'd be with Aaron for the day.

"Could sleep like this," he muttered hazily as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, getting cozier by the second. You were asleep before you even realized it.

Waking up with him was always a treat. It wasn't everyday that you ended and started the day with one another, so you didn't take it for granted. When you woke up on top of him, your first instinct was to move until you realized you couldn't. His arms were wrapped around you, pinning you to his chest. He kissed your forehead in his sleep, making you smile to yourself as you tried to untangle your body from his without waking him up.

"Where are you going?" His voice was still raspy and deep from sleep, giving you the shivers.

"You aren't uncomfortable?"

He shook his head, squeezing your ass lightly before he moved his hands back to the small of your back, your shirt lifted up slightly, your skin exposed. His fingertips trailed along your pant line as you leaned up to kiss him.

"Slept so good," he said, holding you for a while longer. At some point the two of you fell back asleep, and when you woke up again, the clock read almost 9 AM. You hadn't slept that late in ages, and you felt refreshed and ready to start the day. Aaron was stirring too, stretching and yawning beneath you, letting you climb off of him.

"I never go back to bed once I'm awake, I don't know what you've done to me," he joked, kissing your cheek as he stood up, raising his arms over his head as he stretched.

"Me either. I was sleeping so good though," it was the most blissful night of sleep you'd had in a long time. You should've known it would come accompanied by a day where things started to crumble.

Master tags: @wheelsupkels @periodtcevans @hausofwhores @criminallyobsessedcm @tojithesourcerkiller @fireworksinthesky @realdirectionx

[creamwh0re]

Treasure

Warnings: dub con?, piss kink,cum eating ,spit, choking, slight restraining,blood,gore,really bad Niragi,knife play, violence Word count:2k remember that idea I had but never got around to it? Yep came back to the idea and with a different plot and stuff A/N ;@niragis-right-hand-rabbit

“♡︎” You arrived at the Beach not to long ago but you already hated it here, this hell hole was terrible the man behind it all being a flawed man. As man as you wanted to say that his plan sucked and it was flawed you couldn’t begin yourself to tell him so you mind your business atleast you had electricity and food to keep you clean and fed as you continued playing games for your life.

You don’t even know how this happened? How does the world just randomly end and now your stuck in this world, what if the world never ended and this all an illusion? So many thought and possibility you didn’t know what to think so you didn’t think about it to much. This was a fresh start for everyone, messed up in the real world? Oh well you can practice being a better person here. Had troubles with family or friends, being treated wrong? You could get revenge or start over. This is your new life basically.

You were low on the list when it came to who would be on the list leaving but you didn’t care cause your old life was rather basic this was a care of events, but you missed your friends and everything they were nowhere to found at the beach.

There were the militants , they had access to the weapons and protecting the beach if rules were broken then oh your in big trouble that Niragi guy with the slick back hair with his machine gun, he mostly got the females they broke rules and it wasn’t good for them. Let’s just say their fate was worse than death. Sitting next to Kuina in the lobby you and talked about your life back in the real world. Kuina saying she doesn’t really care anymore what happens she just wants to see her mom one more time.

It’s sad to see what she had to go through with her parents but that’s just how people are you feel empathy for her you really do. She left saying she had a meeting to attend you dismissing her, you got up and made your out the main area ignoring all the people catcalling you. Getting into the pool you relaxed tuning out all the noises around you, you heard people voice get quiet looking around you saw them. Niragi walking to a woman with a peach jacket on with short with a male that looked dirty.

Niragi causing a bunch of unwanted drama by ordering the male with the sword to grab the girl getting closer to her the male that looked dirty defended her your skin crawls knowing how battles like this end their blood all over the swords while their balled up on the floor slowly fading into darkness. It’s why no one tries to help or defend anyone your really not suppose to trust anyone here but people don’t listen like always. The battle ends with Aguni calling both of them back and scolding them he gives you the chills the most so calm you’ve never seen him blink it creeps you out.

Hopping out the pool grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your body making your way to your room stopping by the bathroom to do a quick check up you stumble upon a group of girls in the bathroom surrounding a stall scolding someone in there.

Excuse me, is everything alright “ they look at you up and down better responding “our friend is a little sick and we don't wanna mess with her”You look at the girl puking into the toilet trying her absolute hardest to make sure hair doesn't get in the way walking over to her you pull her hair into a ponytail gently she can't even react to action as she's back to throwing up.

The girl starts talking “Do you wanna join the conversation with us”you nod your head before the girl with orange hair takes a puff from her vape before blowing out “We were talking about the executives and the militants”The 2 girls look at while the other two roll their eyes the girl raises her head coughing slightly as the other girl runs water under a paper towel walking over to me and handing it to me you wipe off her face throwing the paper towel in the toilet and flushing it.

The girl stands up smiling “Thank you for the help I got kind of carried away while drinking” patting her back gently jumping on the restroom counter clearing your throat “it's okay we all have those days” you guys continue talking until your uncomfortable from the wetness of your swimsuit you tell them your leaving and they wave as you leave the bathroom.

You finally make your room freshening up and getting clean clothes checking yourself out in the mirror before heading right back out your room it’s the only thing you can do chilling in your room alone is boring cause you have no one to talk you and your not sleepy yet.

You spot Kuina talking to the male from earlier but you rather not interrupt their conversation. Laying against a wall and closing your eyes you can feel the presence of someone walking up to you making you open your eyes to see Niragi. “hey beautiful I saw you looking at me you like what you see” he stuck his tongue out making it visible clear he has a piercing declining his offer he gets angry. Trying harder to  persuade you but your budging he goes physically grabbing your waist your body having a quick reflect swinging your foot up around kicking him the nose, he stumbles backwards almost falling. 

You can see the anger in the eyes everyone silence a lot of people leaving the room while others look the other way, he walks up to you grabbing you by your hair making sure it hurts as he drags you out the room you cry out from the pain as it burns feeling like your scalp is being ripped off. You look around for anyone to intervene but your on your own begging and kicking for him to let go some people looking at you with worried and sad faces as the door closes loudly. Bringing you up still gripping your hair he drags you all the way to his room throwing you into hard flooring not caring if your hurt or not.

Grabbing your jaw tightly his hot breath hitting your face “Now, you listen here you little slut I don’t who you think your are but your whole night is about be ruined” letting go of your jaw as you fall back hitting your head on the floor. He fumbles with his leather pants he pulls them off along with his underwear, you gasp at the size you’ve never had sex before and you don’t want to with him. Sliding backward Niragi grabs your legs dragging you back to him putting you on your necks infront of him, his tip oozing with precum he spreads it against your lips “open” you don’t want to open your mouth but your afraid what for what’s to come if you don’t obey him.

Opening your mouth he inches his cock into your mouth staying in place feeling your warm and tight mouth, you can feel how heavy he is on your tongue he grips your hair as he starts thrusting it your mouth not far enough to hit your throat but far enough for you to gag on his cock. He keeps fucking your mouth carelessly and sloppily pulling all the out your mouth just to shove it right back in. He pulls out your mouth once more thrusting all the way to the point of hitting the back of your throat you choke around his cock drooling pouring out the corners of your mouth onto your chest.

He floods your mouth with his cum not pulling out making sure you choke on it “swallow it savor it” He slides his cock out of your mouth allowing you to swallow his cum it’s salty making you scrunch your nose up while swallowing it down. He grabs you kissing you despite his cum still in your mouth he throws you on the bed disappearing to grab something, coming back he has a knife in his hand you shake your head nothing wanting any marking but he just chuckled at you and your pathetic attempt to move grabbing your legs and holding them. He drags the blade on your top cutting the thin fabric off the blade glazing your skin making you shiver it’s cold against your hot body your core damp already from the previous action. Trying to keep it hidden from him he drags the knife a little bit slower on your lower region you don’t move at all your frozen if you move anything could happened.

Discarding the fabric he turns the knife over on the handle part hitting your nipples the handle part still frozen at the action this is risky play. Taking the other side of the knife and placing on your stomach trailing downwards making you quiver a sadistic smirk tugging at his lips. Throwing the knife away he spreads your legs to see your pussy it’s dripping wet as he takes a finger, dipping it into your folds you letting a soft whimper as he invades your insides rubbing and thrusting his finger inside you. Not to long after he adds another the stretching sensation making you moan out it feels good he takes his other hand and slaps you across the face “slut. Your getting off to this” he’s completely right your getting off to being used as a toy. Tears are at the brims of your eyes from the stinging pain on the left side of your cheek, thrusting his fingers into your hole curling them hitting your spongy bits making you moan out.

Thrusting his finger inside you hitting the spongy part over and over your breathe getting ragged, your eyes hooded as he keeps thrust inside you moving up and rubbing circle on your clit making your body jolt, you don’t feel an orgasm it feels different and familiar, shaking under his touch you start begging him to stop “s—stop please !!” the feeling getting stronger and stronger until you can’t handle it anymore, pidding all over Niragi finger. He stops to admire you, your chest heaving up and down,tears rolling down your face as your lower region covered in your essences.

He spits on your core using his cock to rub it in using it as lube he looks up at you as you look scared at what’s to come he thrusts into you pushing all of it in at once you letting out a loud scream that’s cut off by Niragi hand around your throat gripping so tight it might cut off your air flow, he continues thrusting into your pussy dragging in and out teasing the tip inside slamming it right back in everytime you tried to scream or something he gripped onto your throat. It was very pleasureful it was rather painful your not sure were pain ends and the pleasure starts but you hope it starts soon, you look so pathetic under him maybe next time you know not fight someone who has more power as you.

Small moans leave your mouth your lips as Niragi has one your legs resting on his shoulder allowing him to enter deeper, he throws his head back groaning out as he continues fucking into you like a fucktoy just what you are to him. He growls thrusting faster and faster making your boobs move and down as moans continue to stream out your mouth, curses following by. He’s getting closer to climax as his pace is getting faster, he bottoms out inside of you cumming filling you up as he continues fucking you overstimulation the both of you.

Stopping and pulling out as his cum oozing out leaving you there a mess as he quickly fixes himself up “Look at you fucked out pathetic under me such a little bitch” and with that he disappears out the room leaving you to clean yourself up.

[jasonsthots]

Almost hiding the darkness within

I have no clue how to post this properly but here we go-

Big thanks to @jaybirdsdarling like without her I definitely couldn't have made this or even posted it so thanks babes 😘

Warnings- smut- lots of it, yandere peoples, slight noncon to dubcon? Violence, slight gun play, voyeurism, cuckolding--- basically bring your holy water (there might be more but not sure 😚)

It all started with the landing. Ya' know the one. That superhero landing. The one that looks like it really hurts the knees. When that, a brown leather jacket, red helmet wearing man landed like that in front of her like a human shield. Those that had been trying to mug her, knew it was over before it had started. Before they had a chance to run, he was on them. Limps, noses, all broken when he was done.

When he was done, he just simply stood up and turned to her. She was smiling dumbly, she knew that. Her cheeks hurt, dried tears stained her cheeks, nose stuffed from running and she was sure her hair was a mess from the tugging the men had done. But she didn't care, her savor was right there-

"Miss, always put your money away inside when it's given, not when you're outside. Honestly. I thought this was common knowledge." His mechanical voice rang through the alley as he passed by, his back now to her as he looked over one last time. "And especially not in an alleyway with 100 different kinds of graffiti." And with that, he grappled away.

Y/n's pout was deep as she looked on. Giving a swift kick to one of the robbers that laid on the pavement. "Maybe next time..."

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It was like she had planned it. He had to start watching her. He had to. She was like a magnet for trouble. It was almost a nightly thing. Like she would purposely find the most dangerous part in Gotham to go and act like a ditz. She wasn't though. She knew better. He'd seen it. The simple smacks she gave to guys at the diner who got too handsy. She wasn't defenseless. Yeah those were small slaps to the hands, but they were a sign that she definitely could handle herself enough to know not to go into that damn alley. And there she went. In the damn alley. So like he had for the past few weeks, he swung down.

He should know better. He has bigger problems. Like that big fuckin' mafia guy who's selling drugs, weapons and people for gods sake. But there he was. Once again, kicking ass for the same girl, night after night. The simple finger point doing nothing as this time, she walked up- and grabbed it. Bringing his hand close to her face and resting it on her cheek. An unfamiliar touch that had his heart swelling and any bit of anger he held to her disappear in an instant.

She looked up to where his white covered eyes were and smiled, the grime on her face and wrecked hair not taking from the beauty she possessed. Her eyes twinkled under the dim Gotham lights, her smile twisted, breathtaking. "You always seem to be here just in time huh?"

A groan was heard from the men at their feet, earning a kick from her.

Jason's eyebrow tweaked at her action, a small smile creeping to his lips.

"Seems like it, you should be more careful, doll."

A nickname that came so easily. Her heart accepted it with open arms as she pushed her body closer to his, craning her neck back to look at him properly. "But then, how else would I see you Red?"

The man smirked under his helmet, a low chuckle coming out almost like static from the voice changer. Him too taking a step forward. "So, you admit you do this on purpose?"

A low groan erupted from the men again, this time Red kicking them to silence. Y/n hummed and rested her other hand on his waist, their chest pressed gently to each other. "Is that bad? I didn't really know how to work a signal in the sky, so I settled."

"On getting mugged?" The black haired man asked amused, the girl shrugging in response with a small giggle. Jason couldn't hold the smile that spread across his cheeks as he finally snapped the helmet off, the domino mask coming as a disappointment to the shorter girl. Still, she appreciated having something more than an off putting helmet to get off to from now on.

"It worked didn't it?" She spoke softly as she caressed his now exposed cheek.

"There were safer ways." He spoke back, barely above a whisper as their faces neared. Jason felt like his heart would pound out of his chest. Did she really do that for just a chance to see him? She... put her life on the line- for the possibility to see him? That-

That was the nicest thing anyone had done for him.

"Worth it."

Just like that, those last few inches were gone, their lips finally meeting in a soft, heart warming kiss.

Cough. Cough. "Fuckin'-- psychopaths- uggh-" Kick.

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Weekly visits became nightly, nightly became daily, and before they knew it, they lived together. Suddenly it became as easy as breathing, being together. Y/n's dumb plans didn't need to happen to get his attention, he was already there. She had his number. She had him in her bed. She had him. Jason knew this. And he was thrilled. He was worried at first. Was he moving too fast? Slow? No. She reassured him. It was just the right pace. She felt the same. They felt like all the pieces to each other's puzzles were finally falling into place.

Until the day happened.

Y/n, was, to put it lightly, odd. The girl had intentionally gotten robbed multiple times just to talk to the guy for god's sake. This, of course, led to her developing a certain set of.....skills.

See, to the common eye it would have looked like she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But she always knew when to go. She knew when he was watching her and when there was something....more important than her that needed help. So when she felt a new set of eyes on her. She knew something was up. It wasn't the other Batfamily members. They honestly....had a hard time wrapping their heads around her and deemed her tolerable at best. No. These were prying eyes.

These eyes didn't leave her. No, no. They stayed. For weeks. She felt them. They were learning. Listening to everything she said, everything she did, seeing everywhere she went. They picked it all up. They were picking up any information from when she got off work to how long she took showers.

And she liked it.

She felt guilty. She felt dirty. She didn't know why she didn't tell Jason. He was her everything after all, and boy would he be furious if he were to learn such things were taking place.....yes....furious.

Boy would she not want that.

So there she was, her wrist tied to a cold metal chair. Her struggles are no longer a problem, her shit talking too due to the gag they placed after the hundredth "when my boyfriend finds out" shtick. Her blindfold long removed as the man responsible sat in front of her, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked at every detail of her exposed skin. Her dress shredded into pieces from the whole ordeal. Y/n held back the smile that tried to spread as she saw him shuffling uncomfortably as his eyes raked over her lower half, her thighs that were spread wider from being tied to opposite legs. Her lower region on display.

The man cleared his throat as he scooted closer, his legs wedging in between her spread ones. The light shone perfectly to every curve of his dark covered face. The only seen color being his eyes and the tips of his cheeks. "So. Shackin' up with Red huh? It must be fun. I imagine you play his therapist a lot? Heard he has alotta daddy issues."

The tied girl let out a huff as she turned her head. How dare he speak like that. He has no idea what Jason has been through. To put it so lightly.

The man tilted to the side to meet her gaze that had turned cold. He laughed. "Oh what? Did I hurt your feelings? Suddenly you feelin' tough or somethin'?" He leaned forward. And that's when she finally gasped. The gag of course muffled it, adding to the already hard to breathe problem she was having. "Yeah. Don't be. Ain't in any position to be acting all high and mighty."

When his hand raised on to her shoulder, his thumb brushing against her pluses before wrapping his hand around her neck to face him, her mind couldn't care less about the man getting physical. The only thing she could think of was what she was looking at. How....she knew how. There was a man who looked like a human but was actually an alien flying around, anything was possible.

So this was the man. She had of course heard of him. Not only from her significant other, but she did use to live in a not so friendly neighborhood. Even then, if you didn't know who this was, well, welcome to Gotham, where there's a Bat running around and a man whose face is literally a black skull. Yes. Black mask.

She mumbled.

The man sighed heavily and took the gag out. "If you say one more thing about the fuckin' Redhood- I will say fuck this whole plan and just send your head instead."

"Just wanted to say I didn't know death took vacations."

The nicely suited man barked a laugh as he stood and straightened his jacket. Y/n's smirk fell as he lowered his face to level with her, his hand resting next to her head dangerously close. "It's going to be fun breaking you."

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Jason was losing it. He had pretty much torn the house brick by brick searching for her. His love. His doll. His darling. She wasn't here. She hadn't been for days. Weeks? God what was he kidding. He knew exactly how long. He felt it. When she was taken. Like a sixth sense. He knew something was up. And sure enough, when he got home- she was gone.

He should have put the tracker in. He had talked to her about it, and she agreed to do it. It was safer. But he just...never got around to actually doing it. He had thought about performing some light surgery on her arm, nothing major, just putting it in her arm. That was a bit much. He had thought about putting it into a needle and doing it that way. Decided he didn't want to hurt her. Wanted to put it in her food. Didn't want her to choke. Thought about in a small box! Didn't want her to freak out and think he was proposing. So- here he was. Panicking because he had no idea where she was, if she was alive, and why she was even gone in the first place.

Jason tried to keep his mind from going to a dark place. The place that wondered if it was on purpose. She'd done it before. Stressed him out by putting her life on the line. He thought it was cute almost. "It's not cute anymore." He spoke to no one. The house was in ruins. His fists were bloodied and bruised from all the ass he'd been beating. There were no leads for weeks. Every stone was turned but nothing made sense. Friends couldn't get a word in, Jason created this whole new world where it was just him. "It's not fuckin'- cute- any- more-!" Each scream coming with a new hit, objects and people blending together. He was getting to that place.

What if she actually left? Not a game she played. Not some weird attention seeking act. She.....left.

It wasn't looking good, and it just kept getting worse.

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Her h/c sweat covered hair was swooped to the side, her fight dying down. There was no use, it was going to happen either way. "C'mon, don't pretend you don't like it, doll."

She winched. "What? Isn't that what he called you? Doll? Nothing special about it, you are a fucktoy after all." A laugh ripped from Roman's bare chest at his own twisted joke.

Yeah. There he was. Proud of the almost broken woman in front of him, naked and in charge of the situation. The blinking light at the end of the bed was a reminder of how fucked she really was. Both figuratively and literally. His fingers were gilding through her folds with an ease she was ashamed of. The sounds made making her stomach turn. She didn't like this. She wasn't turned on. She didn't want him......

These were the things she used to tell herself.

She was ashamed at how quickly she had felt herself give in. Was that what she always wanted? To be used as some fucktoy for some scumbag that hurt and used her and others however he wanted?

God no. She couldn't have.

She wanted Jason.

Then why....

Why did she spread her legs wider?

They spread as far as she could get them, her soaked core on full display for the camera to see, the man behind it zooming in as they themselves got closer. Getting a quiet growl like warning from Roman not to get too close.

The moans that followed were nothing short of pornographic. Her back was arched off the bed as her legs shook, those wrist restraints keeping her from getting a hold on the man who was putting her through euphoric torture. "Roman..." Her whimper sent a shock straight to the man's cock.

On full attention it stood, bobbing up and down as he moved to unhook her, repositioning her to face the camera on all fours. Her face was.....sinful. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth gaping opening, her hair tousled. Her body was even still shaking from her previous orgasms leading to her almost falling as Roman began his painfully fast and hard thrust. Her moans rippled straight from her chest out of her throat. His hand wrapped around her hair and yanked it back, her chest heaving and back painfully arched. Sweat dripped off their bodies from what seemed like hours long of pure fucking. His other hand came to her front to rub at her clit in fast motions that had her hips bucky in an unruly way as they couldn't find out to get away or push back. Opting for the latter.

She met his thrust hungrily every time as best she could, the room filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping together at harsh speeds. Roman's pace was unforgiving, it didn't let up after the next orgasms hit her.

"Where should I do it now, huh? You want me to cum in your tight hole again? You can't waste it like you did last time though. If you do, you won't be getting my cock for a long time. And a whore needs their masters cock now don't they?"

Y/n's mouth formed wide Os as she tried to form some words to satisfy him. "Fuck- yes Roman- fuck I promise-" Her moans ripped through. "T-to no-not waste any-of- ohh~"

This seemed to be enough because the next thing she knew, she felt it. His cock twitched violently as his hips lost rhythm, his cum spilling inside of her, filling her once more. His grip on her scalp burned, but she didn't stop from that twisted and sinister smile to spread on her face as she grinded her hips back. A sharp slap being delivered to her ass cheeks as Roman barked out at her, "Stop being such a cock whore." This threatening tone dropped almost immediately as he soon laughed, grappling her chin and tilting her back to kissing her, a sloppy wet heat filled kiss. "Now that video's a keeper."

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Jason finally lost it. Be felt dumb. He felt hurt. He felt utterly betrayed. His sweet, poor darling- the actual fucking cumslut. For Roman. Sionis. He had been hunting her down for months. And there she was. Accepting- no asking- no- begging for Black masks cock. For his cum. The things she did for Jason, she was now doing for that scum. He was pissed. How fucking dare she? After all he's done for her? No- he couldn't think that way. There was no way. It was his darling. His doll. She loved him too much for that. No. It was all an act. It had to be. She would never do that to him.

This is what he wanted to believe as he watched the hour long videos that kept making their way to him. Her lips wrapped hungerly around another man's cock. Being pulled away just for her to stick her tongue out to get another taste, receiving a slap to her cheek. "Don't be such a greedy slut." Was Romans words.

Videos on videos of Roman fucking Jason's girl. Cum filling up every hole the scum could want, all eagerly accepted from the girl he swore would be crying to be saved, instead relishing in the fuck fest she was dealt.

His fist clenched around his cock, furiously stroking away. God he missed her.

Her face was covered in the white ropes, her mouth taking in as much as it could as Roman pumped himself in her face. Jason fucking hated it. But god did she look fucking hot. He hated it. He hated him. He hated her. But that didn't stop him from unloading on his computer screen. His brow furrowed as pure rage coursed through his blood. He was getting her back. And she would see who she fuckin' really belonged too.

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Y/n knew it wouldn't be long. She played with herself, her fingers dancing across her wet slit showing just how wet she was. Her moans gentle as she spread her legs wider for the camera. "C'mon closer, get nice and in there." Her voice coaxed, of course Roman shouting orders for the camera man not to move. Her pout aimed towards the angered man. "Well if you won't let him touch me will you at least? You know I can't do it myself, you ruined me Roman~" She cooed.

The man in question groaned out and walked over, his cock next to her face as he claimed to a kneeling position on the bed. "Well, warm me up first, doll."

"Yes sir~" Her free hand came up to stroke the semi next to her. Her smile was anything but sweet and innocent like she feigned. Her tongue poking out to taste the precum that had been building up from the show. "But it looks like you're already good to go." The wink that came after did something different to Roman. God. When had he become so fuckin' turned on by watching her? When did he get so hard by her just existing? When did he want to see her asking- begging for him and it not being about fuckin' with the hood?

He wasn't sure. But he didn't hate the feeling. Especially when he buried his cock deep inside her. Her legs were spread and the angle was perfect, her back to him and front to the camera. Was this guy a director or what? Surely this would make the hood pissed off. Even if not- damn was she a good fucktoy.

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It wasn't the middle of the night. No. It was broad daylight when he broke in. It had taken him way too long for his liking. He had gotten a dozen more videos before he had finally found Black masks place. It's not like he could have asked for backup, they wouldn't understand. Not like they cared for her anyway. No, he had to do it on his own. And damn was that a good idea.

'Cause there he was. Bullets flying everywhere. It didn't matter who, how many. Each one had a special bullet for them in his head. Each one of these fuckers responsible for her kidnapping. Her torture. Torture. That's what it was. She didn't like it. She hated- she hated it. Yeah. She hated it. Was ridiculous how many times he had to remind himself of that. Yeah the videos were convincing. But he knew her better than those videos. He knew she wouldn't actually be begging for scum like that.

"You ruined me, Roman~"

Kept replaying in his head. That same line.

"I'll fucking show you ruined."

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There they were. Two guns. One trained on a man in a designer italian suit. The other trained to an all to calm on the inside girl. "Now now. You wouldn't want to waste your time just by having me kill her would you?" Roman threatened, the gun he held pushing further into the girls head, the same gun Jason had seen her sucking on in multiple videos.

The Y/n's head was throbbing. Not just from the gun in her head but because she was- so excited.

She really played the long game, huh?

Jason clenched the gun tighter. His mask was doing a great job of keeping it together, because he certainly wasn't. "How 'bout you just make this easier for both of us and. Let. Her. Go. Like you said- I don't want to waste my time." Whether you were on the receiving end or not- it sent chills down their spines and a certain tingle down below for the h/c haired girl.

Roman clenched his jaw tight. His arm that's as wrapped around her tighter as he backed up. And backed up. And backed up. "Now now Sionis. I've never taken you for someone who'd rather kill themselves then hand someone over. Must have really gotten desperate." His last words a growl as his eyes flicked to the girl in his arms.

Roman looked down, his arms more....slack as they fell more into a hug from behind. His eyes softened. "You have no idea..." The girl met his eyes with the same fondness.

Red. No not Jason's helmet. The color he saw. Pure rage rippled through him as he pulled the trigger. Not once. Not twice. Over and over and over again, unloading a clip that not only undoubtedly killed Roman ten times over, but regrettably, knocking both out of the large window that laid behind them. As fast as the rage was there it disappeared, leaving only panic as Jason launched out of the window without a thought other than, "God- no!"

Was it?

Worth it? That's what she was thinking. Y/n. As the smirk crept to her face, placing one last kiss on her now corpse kidnapper and lover, she pushed him further, a subtle pay back for his words and treatment to her for the last months she had spent with him. Her arms wide open as he hit the ground first. Her eyes slowly closing, the wind whipping by.

"Worth it."

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She was an odd one. The Batfamily deemed her actually crazy. Jason never listened. Why would he? She had such a good heart. She supported him in his vigilante ways. She had even said she might join him. She understood what it took to get what you want. Maybe that's why he wasn't so pissed at her. Because he finally understood as he watched her naked sleeping form on their bed. Right where it belonged. She wanted all of this. He should have seen it. The very first smile that almost hid the darkness within. Twisted, yet so sweet. Like cyanide in candy. He knew from the beginning she wasn't a normal girl.

But then again, he wasn't a normal guy.

But there was still punishment to be dealt.

Y/n awoke with a harsh yank to her ankle, her ass suddenly on the edge of the bed. Forcibly sat up, her eyes level with the stomach of the man she had been missing. Her eyes met the storm that raged through Jason's eyes and he grabbed her chin to look at him. Even out of her peripheral vision she could see he was fully nude, her bottom lip finding a place in between her teeth as a smile took over. "Hey Jay." She cooed.

He was ashamed at how eager his cock was the moment his name left her mouth. His eyes glared daggers at her as his grip tightened. "Don't act like that." She opened her mouth, spewing bullshit like always. But he wouldn't let her. Not this time. "Like you're this innocent sweet heart. No. You're not that are you? You haven't been for a long time, if ever."

She let out a mock offended gasp. "Jay....he did bad things, that has to count for something. He made me do so many bad things to him." She pouted, her puppy dog eyes that would normally get him having no effect- at least not the kind she was hoping for.

His palm slipped from her chin to her neck, lifting her slightly with the force as he bent at the waist. "Baby, I got all the videos. The only forcing I saw was him trying to fit his cock into your tight pussy. But you still begged him for it. Because you wanted it."

He was shocked to see her eyes hood at the memory, her lust filled look deepening. His stomach turning from it. "It did feel pretty good to be stretched out again. It had been so long." Fire burned through him as he practically threw her on the ground to her knees. He didn't let her settle before he had her by the hair, forcing her mouth to open as he shoved his fully ready to go dick down her throat. The action making her gag and fling her hands to his thighs. He caught her hands and held them with one hand while the other dragged her head back and further on his length.

"How fucking dare you?" He spat with venom. "Do you know how fucking worried I was? Huh? Just to find out you're just being a whore----- to that fucking low life!?" Y/n couldn't answer, her throat being abused by his unpleasantly harsh thrust that was gonna make it hard to talk later. Her breathing was already none existent.

"So many fucking weeks." He groaned out, his eyes finally looking down. Her eyes already meeting his stormy blue ones, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her mouth stretched painfully full. But she never made a move to leave. No. She was taking this punishment like a champ. "So many months of me searching for you. Then I see uggh--" Her tongue ran along the under part of his shaft, clearly he wasn't deep enough. So he pushed further. Her breathing became hard with each thrust. "Then he sends those fucking videos. You begged for his cum princess. You fuckin' cried for it. You wanted it all. Inside you. On you. You wanted to taste it mixed with yours. Well don't worry doll." Her lips moved, unable to smile properly around him, her heart swelling. She missed him.

His grip tightened as he leaned down slightly, his cock going impossibly further down, her lips touching the base, breathing no longer an option as he smirked down. "You'll finally get daddy's cum, the cum you really needed. And maybe if you're good, I'll let you cum too, so you can suck it off me again." And with that, he stood up straight, let her catch some of her breath, then fucked her mouth until he felt that much needed relief spill down her throat. Coating the back in white liquid with a loud throaty groan.

He released her head which she immediately swung back, hand to her chest as she greedily gulped down air. But not for a moment longer than needed. She was back in front of him stroking him, her eyes leaking tears as her legs became soaked with the flood that was her arousal. "Thank you sir." She smiled.

Why was he so pissed off at her smile? Because. It was the same smile- the same mouth Roman had used. He needed to make her his all over again. She was his. He picked her up by her arm and tossed her to the bed. "You're not done yet." He gruffed out as he pushed her chest to the bed and pulled her ass up. "How many times?" He asked running his two fingers along her slit collecting all the juices that poured out.

She poked her head around. "I'm....not sure?"

He scoffed. "You let him cum so much in you, you don't even remember?" Her head nodded slowly. He whistled lowly. "Well. I cause that just means we have a long night don't we?"

The excitement- genuine excitement that she radiated was almost enough to make him no longer pissed off. Almost. "But remember." He leaned forward, his hands going to her hips as he massaged them. Placing gentle kisses down her spine and along her shoulder. The more than welcomed touch considering the past few months spent with pure hate fucking and all around rough sex. "You still get punishment for being such a cock whore." Too soon.

His soft touches left almost immediately followed by harsh smacks to the ass. Before she knew it her ass was almost the same red as his helmet, only occasionally palming it to slightly sooth the pain. But this wasn't a pleasant punishment ment to make you more turned on. No. It was harsh and real. She knew she did wrong. She knew she needed to be punished. But boy did it fucking hurt. By the time he was done, she was a sobbing mess. Her ass would be sore for sure. But it was all worth it as the tip of his cock pushed past her puffy folds into her tight heat. A long vulgar moan was realized from both parties as he sat for a moment, relishing in the feeling he missed so much.

His hands gripped her tightly as he pumped every last inch of himself he could. The movement so painfully slow but so necessary. They needed each other. She didn't realize how hard it was being without him. But she was so fuckin' happy when he came to her. She held out and here they were. One again. She loved him, and he loved her. It was fucked up. But- they did.

His veins dragged deliciously inside her tight walls, the tip of his dick hitting that one spot just right. "I- ohhh- missed you Jay-" She moaned out softly.

Jason's pace was slow and gentle, just enjoying the feeling of being inside her. Fuck did he miss her too. "You better have." But it wasn't anymore. The speed picked up along with the force and before she knew it, she was a sobbing blubbering mess. Her only thought- Jason's cock ruining her. "Now. I'm going to ask a question." He reached down and wrapped a hand around her throat, bringing her back up to his chest. The angle made her cry out. "And you better answer the right way." His speed picked up as he guided her back into his thrusts. Each word emphasized with a harsh thrust. "Who do you belong to?"

It was a simple question. One they both knew. One she should have never made him question. One that from day one, they both knew the answer. There was never an option. There would never be an option.

"You." She breathed out, her stomach making a familiar feeling. Her walls clenching and unclenching with every harsh thrust of Jason's ruthless hips.

His grip tightened before flipping her over to her back, her legs immediately being upped to his shoulders, the new position making her scream out in pure pleasure. "Not good enough, doll." He growled, his lips latching onto her neck and shoulder. Marking the answer down...

She gripped the bedsheets as her back arched into him. "I'm yours Jason! Only yours I fuckin' swear it!" And with that, Jason smiled. His hand reached between to rub her clit and a matching pace.

"Good girl. You're mine." He leans down to her ear, pecking behind it. "and I'm yours." One final kiss to her lips and she melted. Her walls squeezed and her eyes rolled back. Her orgasm washed over her like no other as her legs threatened to capture and never let go of Jason. His high soon followed and he let himself go freely in her. Every last drop would stay there. Because she was his. And he was hers.

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"We're not done yet princess."

[smaptain-smerica]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: {Y/n} Was at the top of her class at the Red Room Academy. Sought after for her expertise in the field by Dr. Zola, who purchased the widow for his Hydra Program. {y/n} Excelled quickly, and began teaching the new recruits using her previously taught skills. All was well until a James Barnes entered the program. His presence turned the entirety of the Hydra program on its head. Rules, hearts and trust broken time and time again.

Maturity: This book is rated mature for graphic descriptions of violence, foul language, and sexual content that may be sensitive to readers under the age of 18.

a/n: This story was originally posted on wattpad and will be updated there first. Follow there for quicker updates! https://www.wattpad.com/user/smaptin-smerica

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Chapter 10

It was the first time I think I've ever been in a limousine. The seats were comfortable, cushioned leather. The inside was spacious and honestly quite relaxing. Except for the large man with a gun pointed at us.

I looked up at Bucky who met my gaze with a small smile. It was reassuring to know he was there. I never had a partner, and I guess they are useful for if things go south.

Finally, we entered a large gate that opened when we appeared. The grass in the yard was unbelievably green, lights lit up the driveway as we entered the round drive. The house was huge, tall windows surrounded by a deep brown trim. The house on the outside was white. It radiated expensive the way it gleamed even in the dark evening. A large water fountain was at the center of the paved circle drive. We parked at the entrance, a man opening the door for us. Bucky got out first, reaching his hand into the car for me to take.

I took Bucky's hand, stepping out of the car with nothing but wonder on my face. Bucky took the lead, tucking my arm underneath his and holding onto my hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze which I reciprocated.

"What's the name?" My attention was drawn to an older man with a clipboard who stood impatiently in front of us. "Benjamin and Julie Smith sir. Hugo is expecting us." Bucky spoke up to the man, flashing him a dazzling smile. I got my act together, giving the man questioning us a kind smile in the process. He looked over his clip board, flipping over a few papers. "Ah Benjamin, welcome in." His demeanor changed upon seeing our names on the list. We began our walk to the front doors. The stairs were steep up to the door. I felt Bucky lean down to whisper in my ear.

"I don't think I've ever seen a house this big." I looked up at him, smiling gently. "It's definitely something to look at."

We arrived at the large dark oak doors that were opened by two security guards. The Fourier was large, the ground covered in marble that made my heels click when I walked. The ceiling was tall, coming to a glass dome at the top with a crystal chandelier hanging down. There was a winding staircase that lead up to a second level. People mingled down at the bottom. To the right was a small bar, then to the right of the bar, live music. Directly across from the bar was the beginning of the staircase where I recognized a man in a dapper suit. He had dark black hair, freshly cut. Olive toes skin with brown eyes and a black mustache. "There's Hugo at the bottom of the stairs." I muttered to Bucky, keeping a smile on my face as people passed.

"We will keep an eye on him, catch him when he's not talking to anybody and then make our move." I nodded gently, forcing a smile. I changed my posture and shifted my position to be facing Bucky. "Ben darling, let's go grab a drink and dance." I tried my hardest to make my voice sound as proper and civilized as possible. Bucky smiled down at me and nodded. "Lead the way, my beautiful wife." He winked at me.

I knew we were just pretending, putting on a show so out cover wouldn't get blown. Something inside me felt warm, causing me to uncontrollably smile at his actions. Part of me wanted this to be real, going to parties and dancing and drinking with an individual that I loved. With as close as Bucky and I have gotten, I could even imagine it being with him.

I got to the bar, ordering a sweet red wine. Bucky got a whiskey on the rocks. They were both given to us fairly quickly. I thanked the bartender and then took a sip of the wine. I could tell Bucky enjoyed his drink by the way he took long sips of it. I laughed into the glass gently while taking a drink from it. I scanned the area looking for familiar faces. I spotted Hugo chatting it up with three men, bellowing large laughs and slapping each other on the back. There was a security guard at nearly every entrance and exit of the main hall where everyone gathered. I looked up the stairwell. There was a top balcony above the main room with a couple different hallways leading off in two different directions.

My attention was pulled back to the music as I heard the song change to something slower. I set my wine down on a nearby round table that held other people's drinks as well. I turned to see Bucky downing the rest of his whiskey and looking at me. "Let's go dance."

I grabbed his hand and forced him to come onto the dance floor with me where all the other couples were. We readied ourselves in a dancing position. Bucky seemed to be awkward, not knowing what to do with his hands. I took them, placing one at my hip and one in my hand, pulling out bodies closer together. "Follow my lead, okay?" I whispered to him.

He nodded. I could feel his hands fall into a comfortable position. The one at my hip wrapped closer to my back which encouraged us to get closer together. He smirked a little bit, I could tell he was really enjoying this. I smiled a little bit too, swaying to the beat of the music. Over Bucky's shoulder I could see Hugo looking at us as we danced. It felt like we had made direct eye contact with each other.

"Spin me around. Hugo's looking we need to grab his attention." I commanded in a hushed whisper. "What? I can't do that!" He challenged back at me.

I moved his hand from my waist, taking the one in my hand over my head. My ballet skills kicking in as I did a near perfect pirouette under his arm before he pulled me into him. His arms wrapped around my body and my back was now pressed against his front. His head bent down near my ear and I could feel him smiling.

I smiled too, swaying to the best of the music and savoring the body heat that he was giving off. "See you're a natural." I teased him which made him laugh. His breath was hot on my neck causing me to get goosebumps.

He then adjusted his hands so he could dip me down, which he did. His cold blue eyes looked into mine, his face shadowed by the overhead lights. His hand moved to the back of my head to support it, then leaning down and kissing my forehead gently. This made me smile as the familiar warmth crept back inside my body.

I was suddenly lifted into the air and thrown into another spin by Bucky. This one was slow and he regained his hand position on me once I faced him. One hand on my hip and the other in my hand.

"Pardon me?" Our heads turned in surprise of a new voice next to us. It was Hugo, smiling while standing there in his black suit and black tie. "I couldn't help but notice your beautiful wife. Would you mind if I stole a dance?"

I looked up at Bucky, batting my eyelashes and smiling up at him. He placed a thumb and index finger at my chin to hold my face in place while he smiled fondly at me. "Of course Mr. Alexander."

As soon as Bucky stepped away, Hugo took his place. His hand placed lower on my hip and the other one in my hand as we began another slow dance. "You're simply ravishing. With grace like that while dancing it was only a matter of time before you caught every mans attention." Hugo growled in my ear. I giggled to play along, but on the inside I was disgusted.

"Apparently I caught the right mans attention. Mr. Alexander if I'm not mistaken, Correct?" He separated our bodies, still holding onto my hand while he brought it up to his mouth to kiss it while bowing. I did a curtsy with my dress at the same time. "Hugo Alexander, in the flesh."

"Julie Smith. My husband is Benjamin Smith. We have been receiving your messages." I tried to pry some information from him while we went back into a dancing position, him bringing our bodies closer together.

"Husband? But I saw no ring?" Hugo challenged, rubbing his thumb across my naked ring finger. I acted quickly, my eyes drifting around to search for Bucky. I managed to see him slip down a hallway on the balcony upstairs before my attention was brought back to Hugo.

"The truth is, I took the ring off. We got into an argument before arriving and well, as punishment I came into this party single." I replied to Hugo's question flirtatiously which caused the man to smirk widely.

His hand wrapped around to the small of my back, pressing our bodies together tightly as he whispered in my ear. "I'd love to show you how a real man loves his wife." His words sent shivers down my spine, but not like the anticipation filled ones that Bucky gave me. These were of disgust.

"Perhaps we should talk business and then we can get down to some play, Mr. Alexander?" I looked up at him, batting my eyes innocently at him. He smirked, nodded in agreement with my words.

"Your husband lets you do the business talk?" Hugo questioned, looking aimlessly around the room. I panicked for a minute, thinking he might be looking for my 'husband'. I put my hand on his face to direct his attention back to me.

"Would you rather talk to him, or to me?" I walked my fingers up his chest, grazing them against the skin on his neck. He took a sharp breath in at my actions and let out a shaken chuckle. "You drive a hard Bargain, Mrs. Smith."

"Ah, Miss Smith tonight, remember?" I reminded him, wiggling my naked ring finger in front of him. "From what I hear you drive an even harder one."

Hugo sucked his teeth and shook his head. "Your husband is concerned with my ability to hold up my end of the bargain. With this partnership of our companies, we could triple our profits ten fold. I need his equipment and from what I hear, you guys need the money."

I sighed and shook my head. "Bankruptcy is not pretty. We will need all the money that we can get." This information was within the files that Hydra had given us to memorize. It was now coming into play. I thought for a moment, becoming surprised at hearing Bucky's voice in my ear. "I found the office. I had to break something to get into the files though."

"Say Mr. Alexander-" "Hugo, please call me Hugo." "Hugo, a man like you with so much money, why don't you put an offer on my husbands company?"

He seemed intrigued by this question, tilting his head. "Go on, Miss Smith." "All I'm saying is, my husband is desperate for money. If you made him an offer he couldn't refuse, then there's no need for the partnership anymore. You could have anything-" I grabbed his collar, pulling his head down so I could whisper in his ear. "Or anyone, you want."

He smirked down at me and I gave him an innocent smile. "Why don't we take this upstairs to discuss business matters more?" He traced his fingers along my jaw to make me look up at him. I nodded my head in agreement with an innocent smile.

I followed him up the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest with nervousness.

"What's your location?" Bucky's voice was in my ear.

"Where are we headed, Hugo?" I asked him. "You made me walk up those stairs in heels I deserve an answer." I gave him a gentle giggle, rubbing my hand on his bicep.

"We're going to my room, there's more private matters to discuss." He growled down into my ear, holding onto my arm. We arrived to the door that was just at the end of the hallway. "The bedroom, quite the place to get down to business." I repeated so Bucky could hear.

"Shit, I'm in the bedroom!" Bucky's voice sounded panicked. The door to Hugo's room flung open. He fiddled around while looking for the light switch. I grabbed him by the collar, spinning him around to face me and walking us to the bed. I pressed my lips against his, the mustache on his top lip tickling my mouth. My force was met with one equally as hungry. He sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbing my hips roughly. My eyes were open, scanning for Bucky. I saw him in the shadows, folders in hand as he slowly snaked out of the bedroom.

"Someone is eager." Hugo growled into my lips. I shushed him and forcefully kissed him once again. I pulled back from his mouth as he aggressively pulled me into him to straddle his lap. His hands sat comfortably on my ass, squeezing it in the process. I bent my body down to kiss up his neck, making him groan.

"Were only discussing business in here, nothing else." I partially moaned into his ear which made him let out another moan. "Ask me any business questions you want." He breathed heavily, his hands traveling up my body, exploring.

"How does a man like you make so much money? I can't imagine the size of your-" I cut my sentence off, grabbing this mans hardening crotch. "Wallet."

He moaned In my ear, desperately grabbing at my sides. "You really want to know?" He asked, his breathing labored. I stuck my tongue out and licked up his neck to his ear, my lips brushing against it. "Nothing would make me hornier." I purred.

Hugo chuckled gently, taking his hands and putting them in my hair. He pulled back and exposed my neck, it was his turn to kiss it now. I made a disgusted face while he couldn't see, hearing Bucky talk in my ear.

"What are you doing, get out of there!" Bucky spoke urgently. But I couldn't, I was about to get this man to admit to where he got his profits from.

"There's an underground experimental facility In Germany. Rumor has it they use humans as weapons. my inside connection has been supplying me blueprints for building these super powered and illegal weapons of destruction." I let out a fake moan into his ear, my heart pounding into my throat. "Who, who is it?" I asked desperately, using my hands to rub up and down his torso.

"Fredrick Meier."

A different voice was in my ear now, a high foreign man who was speaking English, It could only be Dr. Zola. "Execute him."

Without hesitation, I reached down to the holster attached to my thigh. Thankfully my hands were already in the general area. I stepped off of Hugo, aiming for his forehead and hitting dead center. I watched his face fall in shock as the bullet hole cried a tear of red blood that traveled down his face. His lifeless body flopped back onto the bed.

Bucky came running around the corner frantically, confused at the sight he saw before him. I turned around, gun still in hand. I quickly lifted up the bottom of my dress and put the gun back in the holster, latching it in place securely.

"We have to go, now!"

Next Chapter

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Dead Girl | B.B

Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: graphic violence including fist fighting, guns and knives, death, hella sad tbh

Word count: 2.1k

a/n: welcome to a semi part 2 of the fic no one asked for! While this is technically part two to My Girl, this can be read separately. There’s like... one reference to the first one and it’s fine. This fic is based on the song Dead Girl by Baby Snooks! Anyway, like/reblog/leave feedback if you enjoyed!!! Moodboard made my me!

Since you were kids, you, Steve and Bucky were inseparable. You didn't really have the choice with Steve, but, you enjoyed Bucky's presence. Steve watched as your feelings for Bucky progressed, from your first crush, to your first love, to your first kiss. Steve couldn't complain, he loved the idea of his best friend being his brother in law. Until the war broke out, you had talked heavily of marriage with Bucky. He kissed you goodbye the night before he left and you don't know if your heart had ever been more broken.

Maybe Bucky is the reason you followed Steve into the army, or maybe it was because you couldn't bear to let your twin go by himself. Project Rebirth wanted twins for the Super Soldier Serum, and they wanted to see how it affected women. You were the perfect guinea pigs.

After rescuing Bucky to subsequently lose him again when he fell from the train, all you had was Steve. You hadn't felt this sorrow since the death of your parents. Steve clutched onto you as you sobbed, his own tears falling onto the top of your head. "Til' the end of the line," rang in the back of your minds, and you vowed to always be by each other's side.

And that's how they found you, frozen and cold in the dark depths. By each other's side. 70 years is a long time to be frozen, but for you, no one else mattered but Steve. He was all you had left and, as you progressed into this new and advanced world, he was the only person you could truly count on. Even the Avengers, as they called themselves, were a rough group to melt into, to get along with. You tended to your own missions assigned by SHIELD. When it became clear the SHIELD was taken over by HYDRA, you and your twin brother were now fugitives.

You killed me on the inside

You pretty parasite

Ate me alive

From the inside

Everything came to a head that day when you and Steve were running from HYDRA. Natasha had stuck with you to clear out citizens, while Steve had tried to distract the notorious Winter Soldier by misdirecting him. Steve’s efforts proved fruitless. The assassin’s sights seemed to be set on you.

After rolling away and sprinting down the street, you and Nat were trying to clear the avenue of civilians. Bullets flew past you as the Winter Soldier marched in your direction, shooting after you. The two of you met up behind a car and crouched, devising a plan.

"You get as many civilians out of here as you can, I'll hold him off. He won't stop, so keep running," you instructed her. She tried to protest, but you stopped her before she could, "just do it."

You stood as Nat ran. You looked in the direction of the assassin heading toward you, his prey.

Crawling thru my veins

Preying on my pain

You began your stride toward him, running headfirst into battle just like you always did. This ghost of an assassin was relentless, and he seemed to only be after you. It was your duty to protect these people and give the Winter Soldier the fight he wanted. You pulled your handgun from its holster and fired off three shots aimed for the man's chest. You were confident in your aim, but he kept coming, seemingly unaffected by bullets, and for a moment, you second guessed your shots.

He lifted the automatic rifle in your direction and fired off a volley of shots at you. You rolled out of the way, crouching behind a car again. You breathed heavily, squeezing your eyes shut in concentration.

When the firing stopped, you stood again and ran full sprint toward him, lifting your own pistol to fire a shot in his direction again. You fired the shot as a distraction before reaching him and jumping up and spinning, wrapping your legs around his torso and neck in an effort to pin him down. You used your momentum to flip him onto the asphalt, landing crouched on your feet next to his head as his gun skidded across the rough ground. You moved quickly, straddling his chest and pinning his arms beneath your knees. You managed to land two blows to his face before his non-metal arm snaked its way up your waist and made you freeze. The action was so familiar, so ingrained. But there was no possible- you were shoved to the ground before your thoughts could come together in a coherent string of consciousness. The soldier had thrown you off of him as he stood and reached for his weapon. You scrambled to kick it away.

You let out a yell as the assassin stomped your leg under his boot. You snarled and pulled a dagger from its sheath on your waist, slashing at his leg from the ground. He stepped back to dodge your attack, giving you the opportunity to stand up and face your attacker. The Winter Soldier was more than a worthy opponent and you were starting to worry about your chances.

I was weak on the inside

Drowning in my pain

In the scuffle, the soldier's eyepiece flew off, exposing bright blue eyes encircled in black. Oceans you could swim in forever. No, that wasn’t right. He pulled a handgun loose from its holster, aiming squarely for your chest. You stepped to the left and ran behind another car, the shots following closely behind you as glass shattered around you. Your head pounded as you pressed your back to the cool metal of the car. The car jolted behind you as the Winter Soldier jumped on top of it, looking down at you before raising his weapon again to shoot. You twirled and kicked the handgun free from his hand before he could fire. He jumped down and in front of you, swinging a fist in your direction. You raised your arm to cover your face, effectively blocking his blow with your forearms. You pushed at him, giving you some space to dodge and attack. You shook your head and ran forward again, fists balled and dagger in hand as you jumped and raised the dagger, swiping downward to slash across his chest. He reached up and grabbed your wrist, stopping your attack and throwing you into the side of the car behind you. You groaned as you landed on the hard ground, holding your side. You heard his footsteps marching toward you and hoisted yourself up, sending a roundhouse kick to his jaw. He was unable to block your speed this time and he stumbled backward, the force of your kick knocking his face mask off. He stood away from you now, dirty brown hair falling into his face as he caught his breath. He turned to face you and you felt your heart stop.

There, standing three yards in front of you, was the love of your life. Apparently, not dead. Apparently, very much alive. Apparently, very intent on killing you.

“Bucky?” Your voice cracked as you whispered, too much distance between the two of you for him to hear.

Bucky glared at you as he breathed heavily before turning his body in your direction and sprinting at you ferociously. Your eyes widened and you darted out of the way as he raised his fist mid-sprint and plunged it downward, right into the hard asphalt ground where you were just standing.

Without thinking, you called out. “Bucky, it’s me.” A sob escaped your lips as you looked at him.

Ima dead girl,

Ima, ima dead girl

Ima dead girl

“Who the hell is Bucky?” His voice was smooth, just as you had remembered it. It reminded you of the bourbon he kept on the top shelf, the one that created a warm pit in the bottom of your stomach when you drank it with him. A harsh blow landed on your abdomen, sending you flying as you were lost in your thoughts. You landed against the car door, the back of your head snapping through the window. You felt the glass cut your scalp and blood drip down your neck and shoulders. You cried out in pain as you fell forward onto your hands and knees, your breathing labored and heavy. You swallowed harshly as you looked up at him marching toward you.

“Bucky,” your voice pleaded, “Buck, you know who I am, don’t do this,” you cried, still on your knees as if praying to a higher power that wasn’t listening. He reached you and hiis metal hand snatched a fistful of your hair and lifted you up to stand, his eyes not looking away from yours. For a moment, you thought you saw recognition in them, until his other fist landed itself on your stomach sending waves of pain rippling through your body. You realized there was no look in his eyes, only determination to complete his mission. Your breath left your lungs and your vision blurred as you doubled over and he let you fall to the ground. He tilted his head as he looked down at you, almost curiously. You had stopped fighting back and he wasn’t sure why, but it only made his job easier. You scrambled back and away from him, pulling a second dagger out of the holster on your thigh. He raised his eyebrows, almost amused at your futile attempt to defend yourself, until he felt the knife plunge its way into his thigh. You stood a yard away from the man when you threw it. You watched him pull out the dagger and throw it to the side as if it was nothing.

Ima,

Ima,

Ima,

Fuck it

"Fuck it," you thought bitterly as tears and blood streamed down your face. He was too strong. You knew he'd beat you, eventually. He came at you hard and intense, his fists throwing blows nonstop as you dodged and blocked him.

"Bucky!" You shouted, trying to get his attention. You pushed him away and backed up, putting some space between the two of you. Your mind was racing, but you only saw one way out of this. You began to lower your arms, slowly, no longer trying to fight back, only to defend. You looked him in the eyes as he advanced on you. Nothing in them gave the idea that he knew who you were, knew what you once meant to each other. That he once loved you more than anything. He'd never dream of harming you like he had today, and that's how you knew this was hopeless. You felt a trickle of blood run down your neck and onto your clavicle, the same place that Bucky’s lips once grazed and kissed.

How's it feel to see me out here choking, choking?

"Bucky, please, remember." You pleaded, holding your palms out to him. He marched forward, continuing his hunt. You squeezed your eyes shut as he reached you, his metal arm seizing your throat and lifting you off the ground. Your oxygen was cut off immediately as the machine beneath squeezed. He threw you down, making you slide across the rough pavement. You groaned and rolled, coughing and gasping. Before you could stand, he was over you, his feet on either side of your abdomen. He got to his knees and placed his metal fingers around your throat again, choking you.

"Bucky," a tear rolled down your cheek. There was no escaping this. "I forgive you, Bucky." You coughed and tried to continue without air, "I know you'll blame yourself when-," you tried to gasp for more air as your face started to feel hot, "when this all comes back to you, but don't," the tears were unstoppable now as his grip tightened. You clawed desperately at his arm, trying to pry it away.

"Stop talking," he growled. You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them again, your vision starting to pop and blur.

"I forgive you, Bucky," you choked out. You tried to gasp one more time but to no avail. There was no air left, and you couldn't take it anymore. Your hand fell limply from his and your eyes slowly closed, one last exhale leaving your lips. He held his hand there for a few more seconds, ensuring his mission was complete before standing up and marching away, leaving your body on the cement. He had one more mission to complete.

Stripped me of my soul and left me broken, broken

Steve had to be the one to tell Bucky what he did. Years later, when Bucky was finally in his right mind. Steve had to be the one to tell Bucky where the love of his life was, who, beyond all odds, survived the same 70 years that they did, only to be killed by the one person she truly loved. Steve had to be the one to cry to his best friend who murdered you, his twin. Steve, once again, lost one of the only people in the world who meant something to him.

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Trigger warning ⚠️ domestic violence.

I've typed this story a million times so I'm just going to summarize as much as I can.

A few days ago I was assaulted by my partner's family members. And as I've mentioned, I've typed this a million times and I'm honestly just exhausted thinking about it, but we could use some help.

My partner has always had a transphobic family. (I don't have anyone but my dad, who's in no position to help anyone.)

Her mom used her disability against her and manipulated her into giving her MOST of her checks. She's abused the system and my girlfriend.

When I met Jackie, she was with a terrible biggot. Jackie had came out, and her mother conspired with an abusive long distance ex, to fly her here, to stage an "intervention" and stop my partner from transitioning.

It worked. For years.

I met Jackie here on tumblr, we became good, SECRET friends because she wasn't allowed to talk to anyone.

I told Jackie openly about my views regarding gender and how I myself, was not cis.

Eventually she told her partner about us playing games together, which she responded to by harassing me.

Jackie ended up spilling the beans to me, about her mom, about the ex, everything. I realized that she had been extremely isolated and controlled her whole life.

So I intervened.

I got the two of them to separate, which wasn't smooth because Jackie was scared. She had been with her abuser for 9 years at this point. She's never known anything else.

The ex moved back to her state, and I started seeing Jackie, although she was stuck at her mom's... who was trying to play innocent at this time.

Eventually, I kinda just came and picked her up, she stayed the night, she didn't want to go back home. And I can't blame her. The house wasn't only disgusting, her family microagressed her all the time and they would tell her to pretty much stay in a dark room all day.

Ofc I didn't bring her back.

During early quarantine, we had a lot of self reflection and she started distancing herself from her mother, coming around to holding her accountable for her horrible actions.

Her mom messaged her things like "Why won't you talk to me? It's like you're trying to punish us!" Ect, just every fucking manipulative thing she could say, without ever apologizing.

Unfortunately the place we were staying fell through when my best friend's ex husband decided he wants a divorce and decided to throw in some transphobic hatespeach towards me.

We were all looking for somewhere to go.

I'm sure you know where this is going but listen, she told us EVERYTHING we wanted to hear. She told us she's not hateful now, told us she would go to trans support groups, pride, said she's realized how much she loves Jackie and it's time to accept her- and look- we had NO WHERE TO GO. We have 2 cats and at the time, a car that has no a/c or functional locks. AND I have a chronic autoimmune condition that I recently started taking chemo meds for. (Methotrexate.)

I'm too sick to be on the street, and survive. I had to think about me, Jackie, Zoe, and Boops.

And Jackie wanted to go..

I told her we'd be cautious and try to get out asap.

Well, looking for places right when the housing market crashed really fucked us up. That- and because I had only just finally got approved for disability, means I was set back in life- and had no credit to my name. No credit= no place to live.

I had almost built enough, but things went down hill very quickly with her family. Which leads us to right now:

After weeks of microagressions, giving us breakthrough covid cases, yelling at us to clean other's messes, and forcing us and our cats to isolate in our room, many broken promises, and straight up transphobic hatespeach (because she promised to get vaccinated but then said nvm as soon as we moved in and she went on vacation and got covid and gave it to us, which nearly killed me--) she said not getting the vaccine "IS A CHOICE, JUST LIKE YOU BEING TRANS AND TAKING *gestures to my testosterone* THOSE DRUGS."

We just were avoiding each other while I desperately try to gather resources for us to get out, NOW.

Of course, that wasn't good enough, so when her step father messaged her in all caps about our cats having to stay in our room and "I WON'T FUCKING TELL YOU AGAIN" my partner had a breakdown..

Her mom had let her step dad talk to her like this her whole life, basically.

Out of desperation, we went to her sister for help, maybe hoping she'd give us a place to stay for two weeks while we sign off on the lease for our new apartment.

She pretended to want to help and even said... something fucking weird? She made the comment that I'm a good person and I'm so much like her own boyfriend, that it's "scary"...

A few hours later she came to the house. She talked nicely to us, to gain access to our bedroom.

Then she attacked me.

I called the police right before, and was on the phone with dispatch when she lunged at me because she was aggressively trying to MAKE Jackie go into a separate room WITHOUT ME and Jackie was saying no, BEGGING her to STOP.

I wasn't going to let her take Jackie into that room. She looked fucking crazy.

All of the family came into our room, her two sisters, her mom, and her cousin- When they heard yelling.

It was actually me telling her mom that she's a terrible mother, that triggered her sister to try and attack me- although I knew she was planning on trying to from the moment she came into our room.

And that was after her mom was screaming in my face that if I have something to say, say it now.

Dispatch heard everything and sent emt as well...

But the police stayed outside, talking to them for a WHILE before even asking for us.

Her cousin is the only one that would have stood up for me, saying her sister never should have tried to hit me. But he was in the room with Jackie, giving her support...

I faced the cops alone.

He already had "that look."

He shined a light into my eye, letting the family stay on the porch, throwing insults and just letting it happen. He asked me where I'm hurt, and before I could even show him the scratches on my arm, he said "how do I know YOU didn't put those there?"

I wanted to fucking die in that moment.

This is a conservative city.

No one has equality stickers here. No one flies gay flags. People here that are lgbt- they LEAVE.

This is EXACTLY WHY.

I said "well is there any reason I should tell you anything when, clearly, you're already bias?"

I looked at the emts. I looked at his partner. I looked at all the lights and people coming out of their houses-

And behind me was her family.

Her sister that assaulted me, was laughing about having work in the morning.

All of them were looking at me, with hate in their eyes.

He tried to feed me bullshit about "well if I'm taking someone to jail, there has to be proof."

He dismissed everything I attempted to say, until I just stared at the ground and he decided he did his job here.

I told him my whole fucking body hurts because I had 4 people fucking toss my 100lbs ass all over the fucking room, which was a mess that he refused to look at.

He said "I don't see bruises."

I SPAT "BRUISES TAKE TIME?"

He retorted IMMEDIATELY- "YOU'RE NOT EVEN RED."

I asked what about the dispatcher- she seemed concerned- to which he said "you see, sometimes when people call us- they scream and be dramatic- for a quicker response."

I asked what we could do while the two weeks go by for our new place, and he fucking said "I DONT KNOW. BARRICADE YOURSELF IN YOUR ROOM OR SOMETHING."

Needless to say, we are now safe, in a hotel and I've gotten in touch with a few lgbt organizations that are attempting to help us get justice.

Unfortunately because it's a holiday weekend, all we can do is wait right now.

Our first order of business is getting a protection order, so that we can retrieve the rest of our things without her sister trying to attack us again. (I say us because she kept jumping towards Jackie, like she was threatening to hit her.)

I've been so gaslit and victim blamed that I was too scared to go to the er, even though this all happened in the midst of a flare, possibly including my liver health.

There's so much more to this story, as I'm sure other trans people can relate.. unfortunately.

The emts reluctantly offered to take me to the er, but I was like "and leave my partner here with them?" And he just fucking shrugged dude.

I hate this city.

I want out so bad but unfortunately I've committed to a year, but at least it'll be *our* apartment.

We could NOT stay there for two more weeks. Her step dad is a violent offender that has attempted to murder a homeless prostitute over some fucking pocket change- and he has a GUN in the house.

This hotel might run us into a hole, despite it being the cheapest, shittiest hotel in town, it's still going to be about 700$ for ONE week.

To ADD INSULT TO INJURY, SOMEONE ATTEMPTED TO STEAL MY VEHICLE WHILE WE'VE BEEN STAYING HERE.

I'm feeling incredibly paranoid and unsafe, but I'm on anxiety meds now at least and its SORTA helping us cope (My partner and I have the same Dr and she gave her permission to have some.)

The organization BRAVO is trying to help us with a hotel voucher, but because of all the natural disasters, it's hard to find room in charity for people like us, which is fair enough. We aren't immediately on the street, and for that I'm incredibly thankful.

However, if you or anyone you know wish to help you can donate to venmo: kittyzibby. Or you could just signal boost this.

If you can't help, I understand. And IF YOU'RE STRUGGLING FINANCIALLY, don't worry about it, for real.

Right now I'm just scared we'll go into debt before getting the apartment settled in.

I will update on things once our case moves along more, and we were already considering turning to OF sexwork before all of this, so if there could be support that way, maybe we'll get that going once we get moved in. That way, I feel good about providing a service in return.

Thank you so much for sticking with us during all of this. And really- we're doing much better today. We've given each other pep talks, but we are still determined to start our lives together.

Her family was merely trying to scare me away from her, but I got my girl's name tatted on me for a reason.

I know I'm not the bad person here.

Every time Jackie is feeling more gender euphoric, and showing me her changes, and seeing her get more confident, the more I know that what I'm doing with and for her, is right.

I love her so much. And I will never abandon her, like they tried to get me to do.

Jackie is taking a break from some socials, but she's given me permission to talk about what's been happening.

She needs justice too.

I will update as much as I can, but seriously, I think we both just have a fire under our asses now.

Mentally, we're stronger than ever.

Thank you for reading. My heart really goes out to the rest of the queer community that have experienced or are going through similar things.

It's really made me realize why we need to stick together and fight this bigotry bullshit! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

[0aurelion-sol0]

SNK 134: Why we need to move forward.

Well...

That's horrifying...

Oh but whatever they are probably bad people in there. Thieves, greedy people, hateful mothers, men who beat their wives , liars, bullies, killers, murderers, rapist, child rapist and racist babies.

Yeah...

This is a rhetoric that has been used for ages and is currently being used in this fandom especially on reddit and 4chan.

The justification of injustice.

When George Floyd was slammed on the ground and died because he couldn't breathe anymore, conservatives and republicans at large ignored the police brutaliy leading up to that.

He was just a cocaine or drug addict who one day pointed a gun at a pregnant lady. So he was a criminal and deserved that.

Of course ignoring the racial segregation that happened from the very legalized slavery hundreds of years ago and how poor and racially stigmatized black people are being in America right now.

When the Uyghurs are being genocided by China, the world blinds itself because China is one the worlds necessary assets in economy as it basically produces a good chunk of what is being used in the world. Most made by children, " but it makes us live "... Apparently that's the only logical reason...

When Palestinians and Israelis are literally killing each other over some complicated non sense that no one ever really understands and also Israël basically doing Apartheid at this point,

When the totality of the Middle East has turned into a warzone because of the United States's violent imperialism,

When most far right or extremist group decided that Islam and Islamic terrorism are the same thing,

When xenophobes and racist always attack immigration,

"If she wasn't wearing that skirt, she probably wouldn't have been raped",

When we have homophobes, transphobes, LGBTphobes, telling us what's natural and always bragging about "\___-_-___/ God, Holy Jesus",

When you have people who tells you that poor people chose their way of living when there are a small percent of billionaires and soon to be trillionaires having such a gigantic amount of wealth,

When 6 millions Jews were genocided which was 40% of Jewish people at the time and 2/3 of European Jews,

When the prime minister of Israël is saying that the Holocaust wasn't Hitler's Idea but Haj Amin al-Husseini, (who was extremely anti semitic, don't get me wrong)who suggested it to him maiking the prime minister a revisionist but at the same time making his actions against Palestinians justified,

When around the world Christianic places of worship are being vandalized,

When entire SYSTEMS of segregations have made societies work,

When the South American continent has been attacked by the United States because of different political beliefs,

When people use their rape as a way to attack other communities of a specific religion or color,

When Black Panthers uses racism against White people because of the story of USA and are being anti semitic but essentializing a whole group,

When Nationalistic Israelis tells you what is a good Jew and what isn't a good Jew,

When dozens of groups have been forced to extinction,

Natives who were being murdered, yeah? YOU DON'T SEE THAT A LOT IN YOUR COWBOY MOVIES ?

When literal "feminist" calls for the destruction of men while they can't educate the kids about what to do and what not to do, OH, can also be transphobic apparently,

When you have entire websites who encourages pedophilia,

And pedophiles killed, left alone and live a life of endless torment while no one does nothing to help them and fight those who encourages it even in the highest places of our society,

Oh and Hollywood, that's all I need to say.

And let's not even talk about animal brutality and the destruction of ecosystems.

And there is more and more and more and more and more and FUCKING MORE,

All that because of reasons, reasons, reasons, reasons,

All stuck in a cycle of hate, violence and discrimination that just never ends.

The selfishness,

The greed,

And at end, everything is meaningless. There is just blood.

This is what this chapter represent the meaningless of it all. How everything goes to shit...

How everyone, whether it's the oppresor or the oppresed, will justify the violence, the injustice.

Society does nothing cause society right now runs for the entitled and the entitled only and creates it's own monsters.

I want to ask those people who defend the rumbling.

After everything we saw in this manga, after what the real world has commited, after how much these real events have inspired this story, how can you say it was the only way ?

After everyone hided Hange valuable informations including Eren who had information about KRUGER who was a spy in MARLEY. Who has created a civil war in Eldia and activated the rumbling while killing Eldian civilians in the way.

After seeing the mental breakdown of Bertolt, who we don't hear about anymore, Annie and Reiner's mental breakdown over GENOCIDING AN ENTIRE GROUP OF PEOPLE, by the way Reiner totally didn't develop another persona at that time to cope with what he was doing, HUH ?

After all the deaths, Carla, Grisha, Dina, Faye Marco, Levi's squad, Ymir, Erwin, Sasha, Hange, Hannes, Floch and many others, how can you go and be like "CHAD EREN, BEING DADDY, FUCKING HIS MEAT WAIFU, PHILOSOPHER FREEDOM SEEKER"

"104th crybabies... xDdDDDD Prfrpfr"

Come on...

This isn't serious at this point.

And for the H character, we're gonna come back for her but...

GODDAMNIT!

THANK YOU, DEATH.

This has sparked debates.

Some are thankful for this speech by the commander.

Others are finding it disingenous.

Others think it's too on the nose and not natural.

Others don't care.

On my part, I enjoy it but I take it with the context. Most of their airships have been destroyed and they are facing their doom upfront right now. It's more of a death plea at this point. Just like in the cave with Histor... GOD IT'S SO HARD SAYING HER NAME... with Historia who said truly horrible things at the point of an imminent death. At that moment, words like this can tell what you really are inside but even that is not enough to have a full picture.

It did have some interesting elements.

It is true, using, raising, breeding hate and shoving problems upon a group will always come bite you up the ass someday.

Marley in their extensive and violent coloniaslistic, imperialiatic behavior towards Eldia creates only weaknesses for them on an international field and create this monstruosity that is right now Eren.

Eren, a soldier who suffer from trauma and PTSD, who has terrible insecurities and everything to lose after losing so much and possibly in my book being influenced by another entity decides to kill them all.

But...

In no way does that justify Eren's actions, in fact it goes against it.

He is just as angry and hateful as they were back then but instead of destroying the system, he decides to genocide.

Essentializing the whole world as your ennemy and problem, and deciding to get rid of it is just continuing what has been started and continued for hundreds of years before.

No one ever thinks about the simple families, the innocent children, the homeless...

What about them Eren ?

What about the people who faced discrimination like Ramzi ?

What about the other groups that are almost extinct just like yours ?

What about the groups that tried to support the Eldians but were considered freaks ? HUH ?

What about the babies and innocent children ?

Isayama is even spelling it out for you this chapter.

Is he not worth it ? To stop all this ?

He was born into this world just like every other baby.

Look at that while everyone, is trying to jump off, their trying to save the baby. Even if it's probably impossible. That's humanity right there.

And... jesus christ...

I literally saw people who said that the mother was dumb to give it to the people because titans were behind them.

I can't even...

Imagine if Eren is the daddy of H's Baby and that he completes the genocide, killing his friends or even persuading them and at the end he is saying you are free to this baby.

So this baby is worth more than this baby ?

He is more legitimate to live than him.

I can't even imagine what the arguments would be like with the Eren stans:

"He's protecting his friends."

While literally challenging them to fight and right now trying to kill them.

"Well, you know the Rumbling is horrible but they got what was coming for them. They did nothing to help Paradise."

While forgetting the complexity of human nature, how banalization of these acts of violence have come to be BECAUSE...

These just like me and you are just simple people. With simple lives and not too much power who can't do anything about it.

Most of the people today sees all the suffering in the world, they just don't have the power, nor the will to go against such complex geo-political conflicts.

Would you be able to just resolve the Israelo-Palestinian conflict ? I don't think so, so shut your ass down with this argument.

These people can't change the world with power that they have and the one that has the power to change that, is killing them right now. BRAVO.

" Well, uh, the child is a child, parents might be racist and uh... child maybe is racist or will become racist..."

God...

Just because someone has done horrible shits or is an horrible shit doesn't mean he should die like this.

Here it is people, how we work as human :

Fuck redemption and possible solutions, let's kill everyone who did something bad.

Y'all would have been perfect during monarchies time.

And like... having an argument on a baby should face genocide is just fucking disgusting.

AND DON'T GIVE ME THE BULLCRAP OF FICTION DOESN'T EQUAL REALITY!

That you are interested into what could bring the Rumbling in terms of thematics and story is fine.

BUT ENDORSING IT ?

Do y'all even hear yourselves sometimes ?

You just sound like every racist, bigoted, fascist and violent person that has ever existed.

You're just excited to see someone die because he commited something wrong, sadistic pricks.

You're no different. Perhaps the guy who was talking to Grisha in chapter 97, who was a Marleyan and gave serums to Eldian is right. When he was talking to Grisha, Isayama use it to break the fourth wall and talk to the readers.

Why do we watch this, all this violence ?

" Because it's fun!"

" People take peace for granted!"

" Of course we're abnormal in society's eyes."

" We wish to exterminate all eldians!"

" Your sister did nothing wrong. Shame she was an Eldian!"

The fun fact is that this guy is a racist fuck but he dies pushed by Kruger and killed by his very own creation: a titan.

Why do people endorse genocide ?

" Because it's justice!"

" They got what was coming for them!"

" Isayama is just showing us that genocide is not really wrong if you just understand the concept of morals. Puritans."

" Humanity can die, they deserve it!"

" I'm sad for Ramzi, he didn't do nothing wrong but you know... maybe he didn't have good ideas about Eldians."

While also saying why children could deserve genocide. \____@-@____/

Of course I found most of these on Reddit and 4chan, the nazi propaganda website. Tumblr is a little free of it.

Babies....

Literally babies...

That remind me of somethin'...

OH YEAH!

QUEER NO MORE.

*put gloves on*

PUUUUUUUSSHH!!! COOOOOOOMMEEE OOONN!!!!

Breathe...

I SEEEEE THE HEAAADDD, IT'S HEREEEEEE!!!!

Natalie, bring the bucket, quick!

Of fuck she shitted on herself a little bit!

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So ?

Y'all like my fanfic ?

It's about how Erehisu is canon and how Historia is actually thinking about Eren right now because she is blushing.

But also about how Historia actually looks good and sexy while being pregnant and how she looks so happy!

She also is a lesbian that turned straight.

I'm so proud of my work.

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In all honesty...

This is... dissapointing and an insult to Historia fans. Why ? What is the purpose or the reason ? Being tragic ? To show how far Historia can go to protect her loved ones ? A female Eren so ?

I always leaned towards the fake pregnancy even if I don't know how something like that could be really pulled. I didn't understand this choice for his storytelling. The others I understand but this one...

O_o

What the fuck ?

So she really is pregnant ? But nothing leading up to it makes sense.

The character whose thematics still rings too much true for this arc is put in the background and as a breeding farm on top of that.

It even came to a point I started people to stop asking about her.

I had faith in her presence in the final arc. That she would have a role play.

But now ?

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For people who don't understand why this aspect of story is wrong, we have to break it down.

First off, Historia one of the first queer characters with Ymir in SNK. Others are suspected but these two are the few that holds a definitive representation as queer.

Most often in media or in real life, LGBT people have been forced into a situation that requires them to fall under heterosexuals lives. Here Historia is forced to be pregnant, yes in a way she agreed because of her people, but at the same time she didn't really want it.

For queer people, like me, this still rings true. Too much true. People literally forces you to go for your opposite sex everytime, to have a family.

No, stop forcing your view of your own life or desire of life on other people.

The fact that the fandom rationalizes that and says that she is happy and in love with Eren is just so fucking weird.

It either is blind ship following, heteronormativity or not understanding the story.

And I saw people saying she might be bisexual. This doesn't change anything. Also ignoring the fact that she hasn't shown any attraction to men other than women in the story.

If she is bisexual, it doesn't change anything, she is still queer. Not semi-straight AND EVEN IF SHE WAS A WOMAN WHO HAPPENED TO BE STRAIGHT, SHE IS STILL FORCED INTO SOMETHING SHE DID NOT WANT.

Bisexual is not semi-straight, semi-gay.

It's bisexual.

Bisexual, Straight and Homosexuality are not the same thing.

And if she was straight, that doesn't make it acceptable. It's just sick.

Just because you're a straight woman doesn't mean you are going to be more happy or have god like duty to have kids.

I just don't understand it...

A manga who was so progressive with his female characters reduces Historia to this.

Imagine...

Just imagine...

Eren is the father. I would shoot myself in the face. A forced straight relationship at the end for the pleasure of shonen readers and heteronormative readers.

" What if I have baby, Eren ?"

" Only if it is from me. I want him to live and have FREEDOM!"

" It's open bar, honey." *saying this after hearing the guy says he's going to genocide which goes against her own values and actions as queen*

Ew... Just ew...

And even worse she wasn't supposed to give birth right now, she was supposed to give birth in a few months.

She could DIE. SHE IS 19. This is dangerous.

Everyone is like this is normal.

THIS IS NOT NORMAL. *sigh*

This goes against what she is supposed to have as a character development.

The fact that she would be okay for genocide while as a queen she reached out to the most weak and in need is fucking incoherent.

No. This doesn't make sense. Even Eren said that Historia's action as a queen were to help others. How could she be okay sitting at her house ? Telling no one about what Eren was going to do ? And becoming a breeding farm ? What is the logic in that ?

Why make it suspicious than ?

The only thing that was able to make any logical sense to me was that the person we are seeing here isn't Historia.

I know if my theory is right, it's sick, even more sick.

The only times we saw Historia after the timeskip was during flashbacks, the reveal at 107 and possibly at the end of 123.

If this is her at the end of 123, I want to ask you why is she all prepared, why is she all dressed up and why is she wearing the same clothes in 134 that she is wearing 107. Something doesn't add up.

She is young, small-petite, blonde and her belly and face are hidden.

I was only able to go through the theory that this is a fake Historia. Than who it is than ?

Well, I searched for female characters who look like her or who could look like Historia right now. From all the characters that we haven't seen coming coming back and that has interacted with Historia, there is only one.

Rico Brzenska.

For those, who don't remember her : She was a Garrison Member who helped Mikasa and Eren during the Trost Arc and also helped Historia while she was exhausted during the Clash of the Titans Arc.

She hasn't appeared ever since the start of the Return to Shiganshina Arc unlike many of the older characters.

She is the only one I see who could pass as Historia I think.

I know this is still sick. But this is the only way I would be able to make Historia get out of this crappy storyline and play some relevance in the story. And if we look at Rico and Historia in 107, they kinda look the same. They have the heart shaped face, they are both small and they both have this sort of closed eyelids.

One line that just stuck with me of Rico was:

"Hiding/Lying about Eren's rampage in the report wouldn't have benefited humanity. "

This was during Eren's trial before joining the Survey Corps. What was discused was when Eren lost control of himself during the Trost Arc and attacked Mikasa.

The second line that struck was the one where she holds Historia who is exhausted in her arms:

"Wow! Who is this girl, is she okay ?"

I don't know why it just pushed that theory. And I kinda believe it now, because no one can make me believe that there is something satisfying coming out of this. Why would she sacrifice herself for Historia ? Well, I don't really know but Rico was always a little wary of Eren, even after the Trost Arc but yeah ultimately for Rico being able to give her own life for Historia. I don't know about that. But with this manga you never now. It is a very dark and twisted theory but this is the only logical thing I can see right now since no answers have been provided.

Monkey is BACK

Zeke is back and like most of us predicted, Eren dragged him with him. And I'm not gonna lie, the way he was attached to the spine was pretty badass.

He is used as a puppet which reinforces the theory for me that all three of them: Eren, Ymir and Zeke are being used by the Attack Titan.

I cannot understand Eren's illogical behavior especially after seeing the train scene where he says he wants them to live long happy lives and than having him kill his friends.

Ymir the first being free and having eyes to returning to having no eyes just like before and Eren.

And Zeke would have never agreed to the Rumbling. And we can't see his eyes either.

And...

Thank you, 104th for existing.

Because...

After how much shit they have gone through and after how much the fandom, not just the Eren stans, have mocked them. Like the fandom has been the biggest asshole to the the Alliance while they were the ones who were able to survive through the sentence " Genocide is wrong!" that so many people seems to find to be so hard to say.

I will root for them until the bitter end, I don't care. They are the one who are fighting. You can call Cringevengers all you want but I am glad they are winning.

They all suffered like Eren but they didn't prioritize their own and only feelings above everything else and they stood by for the values they fought for since they joined the Survey Corps. Even if I have to admit they have, for most of them, conflicted feelings with what they were doing and have done things like trying to talk to Eren while it's obvious he wasn't going to talk and that in a situation like this I don't think someone would try to stop Eren by just talking.

Levi, and it would be foolish to not recognize it, is being consumed by his promise but he is restraining it and still is able to think about the bigger picture.

There's one thing I really like about this is Armin asking Eren:

"Eren... I'll ask you one last time... "What part of you is free" after we rip you out from there... "

Hehe... yes... what part of you is free ?

To be honest, there's many things I don't want for the ending.

A Lelouch Ending, it was all Eren's plan. Literally wouldn't make sense. No one would be questionning his free will and he wouldn't have these weird shits happening to him.

A Code Geass ending, why would Mikasa have to kill Eren, what does that add to her as a character ? More tragedy ? No she doesn't have the scarf, it's pretty telling what place she's at right now.

Eren being the daddy. NO, JUST NO.

Everyone dies, genocide is the right thing. You know all the worst shit that can happen.

But most of all I want important plot points to be explored and moved over because ever since the timeskip, there has been no important plot points out the way. Eren's behavior, Ackertalk, Bertolttalk, Historia's Condition, Paths stuffs, answers!

Whatever... Trust me Peace is not something I take for granted. Being proud of myself and having a life with the least conflict and problem is something you fight for. Having rights, being recognized as a human.

Never lose that, fight for it. But never with injustice, be smarter and stronger. Cause at the end what unites us is not only what we have in common but what the perspective of what we have not in common can make a bigger picture of what we are as humans. We all are different and have a different story with similarities but in the end, we are human and born into this world. And in that, we must move forward. In the present, because of the past and for the future.

We all wish for the problems to go away but if it's for the solutions to be rigged with injustice, it will not work. No one has acheived with genocide and never will.

It's kinda sad that this long of a post has to say this. Did y'all see that ? Pretty inspiring what I wrote. Oh well you know what ? If they can be bigoted why can't I myself.

Here's a song I wrote:

(Fuck everyone and you.

We hate women

There are only 2 genders, the breeder and the breeded.

Everything is degenerate.

We hate brown, Arab and Muslim people.

Genocide is cool

And Hitler was too.)

I know but you know what, at least if they want a spy for Nazi Germany someday. They'll know not to give it to me because I'd laugh at the stupidity of the people just like you and I are doing with the rest of world cause for all the shits it gives us, it's entertaining.

[jamiebluewind]

Character/Location Descriptions for Fantasy High 2.10!

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As always, let me know if I need to edit or add anything and tag/ask/PM me about art and stories so I can check them out!

Warning: emprisonment, multiple injuries, canon typical violence, multiple blood mentions, gross descriptions, poison mention, broken bone mention, vomit mention, torture mentions, trauma, abandonment,

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Brennan

"Free dad slap."

"You 'Ally'ed out of the box of doom!"

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New Character/s

Fire Elemental #3

Genderless

Was summoned and bound by the elves of old to protect the elemental pylon that powers the permanent magical effects of Ka'lethriel Tower, which transformed them into a monstrous fire thing along with 2 other fire elementals bound there

Was embrased by Fabian in a deep dip as he cradled their head and his sheet wrapped around them both and roiled above them

The power of Fabian's dance partially stunned them and took them out of active combat

The thing binding them to protect the pylon went when the fire pit helix was put out, causing them to change back to a creature with an elvan face of wreathing flame

They cry fire

They kissed Fabian softly on the lips (for 8 points of damage) and whispered in his ear (softly like flame) "Thank you. For my freedom. For my life." before disappearing

Established Characters

Arthur Aguefort

Slows localized time at Ka'lethriel Tower, opening a rift from his desk at the academy to talk to Adaine

Crawled through the rift after Adaine confirmed that her captors chose the way of pain

The way of pain involved Aguefort using new and experimental magic resulting him growing 450 feet tall (massive thudding steps), reaching up to grab the Sun (causing his veins to light up with golden fire and his mouth to fill with a fire that releases and races across the sky), calling thousands of terracotta Agueforts to burst out of the ground and sprint north, moving the Sun itself (leaving a burning scar across the sky), and shooting lasers the width of highways that have enough power to cap a mountain in one hit with lasers that shot out of his eye (which took on a golden bright glow)

He appeared to Kristen later (via a spell that appeared as a scroll glowing with illusionary magic with his name on it that allowed him video chat with her from back in Elmville) badly injured, wrapped up in bandages, bleeding a lot, and in pain.

The new magic tore up his guts so bad that by the time he got about 50 miles north of the tower, he "shit about an ocean of blood" and almost passed out (we can't get that big, 450 feet tall is too big)

Was also hit with a lot of powerful elven counter magic before he teleported back to Solace

His terracotta army fell apart when he left

Admitted that he had been going ham for a while since after Kristen snuck him into heaven, that being dead for a couple months really messed him up, and that attempting to destroy the government of Fallinel was "just too much"

Got in a lot of trouble with the government of Solace, will probably have to go to court, and he has to move the Sun back ("gotta figure out how to do that")

Dragged the Sun "a little bit north of where it should be" (causing the far south of the Earth to be colder and far north to be hotter), but said the Sun was "going in the right direction" and "still going around the Earth", resulting in clarifying that Spyre normally goes around the Sun, but he's not sure of what he did when he dragged it across the sky and that there was more of a poetic understanding of how things really work, but he still "really fucked up"

Kear/Keer

Was horrified by Augefort's actions

"I'm getting very confused and upset with everything that these children do."

Was poisoned and vomiting when Kristen banished her with a kiss on her face, came back when Kristen broke her ankle, and was banished again by Ayda who loudly pronounces "mwah!" while kissing her face like Kristen

Oak Warriors

8 foot tall

Look like green men (not automaton) made of magic with elven faces

Vulnerable to fire

Controled by Kear

Anguin

Was blinded by Kristen

Went invisible and ran

Was knocked unconscious by Fig and left in the vault (with some of his teeth knocked out) when Ka'lethriel Tower collapsed

Aelwyn

Kept awake for 5 months

Was rescued from the tower and fell unconscious/comatose immediately

Was carried out by Ayda

Even outside the orb, her body shook with the strain and effort

As she and Adaine tranced, a tiny piece of her abjurative magic (an innate cantrip, abjurer's ward) came back and she started building a shield around Adaine in her "sleep"

Was taken to a hot spring with elven healers by Adaine

Was unsure if they actually escaped or just died before trying to cast a feeble shield around Adaine again

Her mind was damaged and the torture had a profound and corrosive effect on her well being and memory

The inside of her mind looked like a city razed to the ground with crumbled walls, battlements, towers, and arcane defenses. Only a weird, vulnerable labyrinth of images remained

Has a deep self loathing (especially for not saying anything on Adaine's behalf against their parents) and a powerful fear of her parents. Her cowardice fed into her self loathing which fed into her cowardice in an endless loop.

Had an intense magical charm in the center of the labyrinth of her abjurations and a little faint enchantment with "Despite all of the torment and tribulation, let this be proof. I always knew there was only one person clever enough to find this." written on the outside. The charm was a custom modify memory spell (which The Court Of Stars had been searching for) and contained a saved unbroken version of her from before she was capture which overrode her current broken state once it was dispelled

Adaine

Found a sword in the vault while looking for a weapon to fight with

Later gave the sword Fan-dran-goorh to Fabian (was made by his grandpapa Tel'amine)

Held Aelwyn as they sleep

Detects magic on Aelwyn and find a faint whisper of enchant magic before using detect thoughts on her

Found and dispelled the magical charm within Aelwyn which returns her sister's mind to a version before she was captured by The Court of Stars

Gilear

Fluid in his feet, especially his right (due to rolling his ankle months ago) which now has a band of purple around it (possibly a bone issue) and causes him an ambiant throbbing pain and heat from all the extra blood (GO TO A DOCTOR!!!)

Tel'amine

Tried very hard to say "Gorgug" one last time, but just said "Chedge" and then cried and became really embarrassed when Gorgug responded "It sounds like literally no sound was correct in that."

Dances with Fabian at one point in the night to the sound of Fig's bass.

He and the other adults of Kylo Me'newra give teens grapes because they believe it will make them less horny (doesn't actually work)

Riz

Shot a fire elemental over Gorgug's thumbs up

"Stay positive."

Said "It's beautiful" about Fabian dancing with the fire elemental and shed a tear before saying "It's beautiful Gorgug" and lowering his gun, aiming at the last pitcher

Poked his head in when Adaine was about to go to sleep to ask if her sister was still trying to kill them (since she was just kind of there now), listens to her answer (doesn't think so, especially with her trauma), and then slowly (and awkwardly) backs out of the room as the sisters doze off together (after Ayda dropped her off)

Gorgug

Soot on his face and singed hair after being set on fire

Had his thumb knicked slightly when Riz shot over it

Fabian

Slashed the first fire elemental on his first two turns before hiding behind Gorgug

Had an elven sheet on hand which has the ability to put out fires, so he used to put out his friends

Danced and jumped with his sheet during the battle and did a bit of contact juggling with the fire

(On being kissed) "I take it. I take every point of that damage and I take it slowly. I can feel it. In my whole body."

Was left with red hot lips after kissing the fire elemental and (with a gulp) felt a glowing moat of fire travel down his throat and rest hot and warm in his chest

Had the sheet tied around him like a cape while traveling back to meet with the others

At Kylo Me'newra, danced (badly due to rolling a 1 and a 2) all night outside with his sheet (like nobody is watching) as the ground lit up behind him with a dull glow with each step. It helped him get in touch with his feelings and his body

Enjoys the taste of the flower his grandpapa gives him

Gorgug, Riz, and Fabian

Ran to and from their pylon with their arms back like anime characters

"I believe in you/us."

"Spring break!!!"

All three were burned from their fight

After getting back to Kylo Me'newra, Fabian danced all night while Riz and Gorgug watched (cradled in the boughs of treents that hummed a song as the trees rocked them)

Riz: You know? This place isn't so bad.

Gorgug: How did this part start happening?

Riz: I thought I was just gonna sit in a tree and it started singing to me.

Gorgug: Hey. Really not horrible.

Riz: Yeah.

Tel'amine: Yes. Really not horrible at all. *catches a blossom and shoves it into Gorgug's mouth* Eat it.

Gorgug: *chews*

Tel'amine: Yes.

Riz: Is it good or is it just a flower?

Gorgug: *shakes head*

Riz: It was beautiful.

Tel'amine: *glides off into the night*

Gorgug: *coughs and sticks his tongue out*

Riz: Did that dude just feed you a flower?

Gorgug: Yeah. *hacking sound*

Riz: That was insane.

Gorgug: It's a complex flavor, I don't like it.

Riz: That was insane.

Kristen

Unmade a oak warrior due to the annoyance of her spirit guardians

*appears behind Kear and puts her hand on her back* "You're on the wrong side, but you could join us if you want. Just something to think about." *casts banishment to give Kear time to think and kisses her on the side of the head before she goes*

Tried to ribbon dance fly down 10 stories in the middle of the tower and ended up just slamming into the floor at the bottom instead, breaking her ankle

Her spirit guardians attacked Anguin while he was invisible and trying to sneak into the vault, ending his invisibility

Used sending to get in contact with Jawbone (Jawbone. Hey. Having some trouble with Tracker. She's pretty upset at me. I keep saying the wrong thing. I kept something from her. Oops? -> Tough break kiddo. Happy to help if I can. Should I find a way to contact you other than this spell? -> Fuck yes. -> Hell yeah.)

Had a long distance talk with Jawbone (using Aguefort's video chat spell) where she got advice on not treating her partner as a means to an end and about transparency.

Fig

Gave Wicklaw's sword back to Leviathan

Disguised herself as a Arthur Aguefort (but with a bass guitar) and accidentally really upsets Ayda

Played a really sick guitar riff that would make all the gems dance (to persuade them somehow and find out more about gems) and ends up causing a large gem built into the base of the tower to crack and the tower to collapse (but not before grabbing a book on gems lore)

Tried to set Adaine's dad on fire with a pack of cloves as they left

Had a sleepover with Ayda (text link below)

Ayda

Brennan stated outside stream that an incarnation of Ayda has been living on Leviathan for a very long time, building the Compass Points. When she dies and is reborn, it is a true rebirth and her new incarnation has none of the memories of her previous forms, only knowing her previous selves from the written instructions they leave behind. Her current incarnation is the same age as Tracker (17).

Can fly with two other medium sized people (and later the two plus an underweight Aelwyn)

Immune to fire

Her dad is very triggering for her

Had a sleepover with Fig

(to Fig) "Have you said something so kind on purpose?"

When Fig attacked her as her dad (due to spell fail), she got very upset and said "Dad. Dad. I'm sorry. I'm done. I'm sorry. Dad. Dad." as Fig tried to calm her

When she counter spelled Angwin and Fig told her thank you, she answered "Whatever. I would help you, Fi-du-du-Dad. You're not my dad. You're Fig! Right? It's an illusion. Yes. You're Fig. I know. Why would I have carried my dad here? He never carried muh... me."

Told Fig that she might need to work through some of her stuff in battle as she "elected to have a disguise that was very upsetting."

After dispelling a spell on Fig that was gonna make her run away "Dad don't leave! I mean Fig! Fig don't leave."

Was very happy to see Adaine.

Said "My friend Kristen did this" before giving Kear a loudly pronounced "Mwah" kiss to the side of her head and banishing her again

Fig: How dare you do that the Arthur Augefort!

Ayda: PLEASE STOP THAT!

Fig: I know, but see, it's intimidating for them-

Ayda: It can't possibly be helping us more than it's hurting us!

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Location Descriptions

Ka'lethriel Tower (new details)

The tower itself is 10 stories tall and sits near a wall (with a gate) that surrounds the tower and the garden

Each floor has one room (save the top which has at least two)

The first floor holds a vault (which is normally protected by permanent magical effects) with a big locked door

There's a large gem built into the side of the tower within the vault

The vault is filled with a lot of things, including Adaine and Aelwyn's property (spellbooks, arcane focuses, and The Jacket of Useful Things), Fan-dran-goorh (Fandrangor): Sword of The North Star (long, whip thin elven sword that shines a gleaming green golden light, can talk with the voices of elvan ancestors, and once belonged to elven kings long past), a massive religious tome, a quarenteened series of top secret elven scrolls that is the research of Adaine mom, a series of notes by mom looking for the location of a temple in Sylvar (Kristen knows due to a book at the Compass Points Library), and a book on gem lore

Fire Pit Pylon

Large elvan smithy (only in looks as it's an arcane power station and not an actual forge) and worst of the two pylons

Stone, mossy covered building with a floor covered in traps and an entire infrastructure filled with a high elven adoration for magic

In the center of the building, there is a hexagonal 6 pointed room with a fire pit in the center that's so hot that it's hard to look at. The fire is golden green helix at the start (changes to purple gold with the first pitcher of water spilled into it, ruby red with the second, and out with the third. It also flickers with other energy at ruby red from the other pylon being attacked).

Surrounding the fire pit in altering positions around the 6 sided room are 3 braziers and 3 statures (each statue directly across from a brazier)

The elven statues have ornimental stone weapons on them and are holding huge alabaster pitchers of clear water which bend towards the fire pit and require a cantrip (or enough damage to break them) to dump their water

The large firy silver elven braziers are piled high with burning coal (responsible for the smoke) and are traps that conjure a monsterous fire elemental when the water from its corresponding stature spills into the fire pit or when a floor trap is triggered

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[cypher-of-the-night]

I don't know if it's okay to ask more questions about Yuuichi, but I'd like to know, what does he think of the Sakamaki brothers? He must obviously hate them, but I suppose he must have personal opinions for each of them. And... how cruel was Yuuichi with Yui at the beginning of their relationship? When he drank her blood for the first time, what did he think about its taste? Did he become addicted to her blood? And sorry if there are too many questions, feel free not to answer if you want. ♡♡♡

Mun!Yuki: Oh don’t worry, Sweet Anon! I’m absolutely comfortable talking about this! I love talking about my son! :D okay just let me answer this question in sections so it will make things easier.

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Well since he has a bad history with vampires that fuels his hatred for them, He absolutely despises the Sakamaki’s. They’re purebloods. At first, He would be too blinded by his hatred to judge them individually. The only reasons he knows their names are because they’re the sons of Karlheinz. I can’t imagine what he thinks about them. I think he would keep his guard up with everyone. He finds Shu to be like some sort of questionable creature rather than a vampire, finds Reiji a clever and formidable opponent in terms of strategy (He can tell from the poison in the tea), dislikes Laito’s pervertedness and finds him shameful, hates Kanato’s crying and temper tantrums (What Yuuichi calls) “constant bitching and moaning”, find Ayato to be a nuisance with his “ore-sama” this and “ore-sama” that (he had to deal with Ayato and Kanato in class and he hates it), and I feel like Subaru is the only one he had actual interactions with. He did come in to stop Subaru from harming Naoki in the MB Saga when she was hanging out with Kou. He just finds him as the definition of destructive violence. He’s just as hostile to them as he is to other vampires.

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Regarding the beginning of Yuuichi’s relationship with Yui, it’s mainly fueled with distrust. Due to Yui being targeted as a potential threat to Humanity and regarding reports on how she was taken over by Cordelia in the HDB Saga (This is due to a tip from Richter regarding how it’s the same thing with Naoki and Asher), Yuuichi is quite distrustful of Yui. She is just barely human with that heart. A human girl carrying a heart of a vampire since she was an infant? That’s not possible for a normal baby.

He is very cruel and manipulative. He would question her, keep her under-surveillance at all times (isn’t allowed to go anywhere without him, has to have lunch with him and stay after school with him until he finishes his work, etc), and threatens to kill her if she disobeys. He even brought a shock collar and GPS tracking device to forcibly make her wear at home to make sure she does not leave; And if she doesn’t, He shocks her with a certain amount of volts where he can even make her pass out with the shocks if she is about to attempt an escape. He is also very strong for a turned-Vampire, even he had enhanced strength as a human due to the effects of Asher’s blood, just like Naoki; So he would pin her down by grasping her neck, point his gun at her face to make her comply to what he says, and chain her to a bedpost with an actual pair of cuffs when she goes to bed to make she doesn’t escape. If she tries to scream, then he would call the organization to involve her father and tell them the Vampire Hunter, Komori Seiji, was an accomplice for raising her. That surely would get her to do as he says.

Ironically, He’s the only reason why she’s even alive. If it were anyone else from the organization, she would’ve just died right there on the spot without any reason. So she got lucky that she was targeted by Yuuichi. Though, the only reason he keeps her around and hasn’t killed her yet is because, for some reason, a human with the heart of a Demon Lord’s daughter is deemed a threat and he is the one chosen to kill her. After being turned into a vampire by Richter, He wants to figure out why Richter chose to turn him even though Yuuichi himself was assigned to kill her despite the relationship he had with Cordelia. At this point, He can’t consider Yui to be human. Even though she would be considered barely, think about the time she spent with the Sakamaki’s. It’s been a whole month. While Naoki is Subaru’s bride, it still would’ve meant Yui had to deal with at least 5 of the brothers, plus she’s also having to deal with the 4 new ones. And it’s all because of her blood. Yuuichi even spectated that Yui was never a normal human to begin with. Even before being given Cordelia’s heart. Like she was born to be the perfect vessel, out of all the others. Yui could even be somehow connected to what happened to his family. Even if it wasn’t directly, with everything that happened with Yui, Yuuichi himself cannot look over that possibility. As a hunter, he needs to think about these possibilities.

But you also need to keep in mind, while Yuuichi’s actions are not justified or any way acceptable, these are tactics he uses against Vampires. Everything he does to Yui, they are normal to how the hunters in the organization treat vampires. He grew up believing these are the correct tactics to use because of Tsurara. Not the ‘right’ tactics. But the ‘correct’ tactics. He became a professional at the age of 8, which shouldn’t be possible for just anyone. He is blinded by the fuel of hatred and revenge to stop and think what he’s even doing to Yui. What makes it worse is when she tries to defend the Sakamaki brothers. He was also raised to believing that manipulation was key to get to a goal. Even if it meant lying and using the truth of others. A hunter’s job is to hunt and do the job. Any connections outside of the job is meaningless, especially if you die on the line of duty. He honestly believed he was doing his job to protect the people. He never knew his actions were just as inhumane. When he realized it was and his actions made him no different from the purebloods, Yuuichi is appalled to realize that he himself was a murderous monster. Not a protector of humanity. He was killing innocent people the entire time with the tactics he uses, people he have working hard to protect that ended up being forced to become vampires, just to fuel more fire into the burning hatred and rage. It shows how morbid when things you thought was normal turns out to be inhumane. That the things you were protecting were actually dying by your own hands. That knowledge is enough to make him see himself as a monster with hands stained red in the blood of the innocent. He hurt Yui who knew nothing, he killed many innocent people forcibly dragged into that world to fuel more hatred, and yet someone like him is still living despite all of that. He himself comes to realize and acknowledge that his actions were unforgivable and no way to be justified. That’s why he would give Yui the chance to kill him, to give her the chance of revenge for everything he’s done to her. That’s the only human thing he believes he could do for her.

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When he drank her blood for the first time, Yuuichi was fascinated. It had a bittersweet taste to him. The only blood he had to drink were the vampires he killed to satisfy his thirst when it becomes too much, and they tasted gross to him; Yui, on the other hand, has that sweetness that felt rich in his month, yet it made him crave for more when there was that bitter aftertaste. He wouldn’t admit that he became addicted. But because he was only a newly turned vampire, He does become addicted to drinking her blood, like a newborn drinks their mother’s milk.