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thisisthevoice · 7 months ago
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i dont understand why anyone owns a truck as a daily driver if they dont ever haul/tow anything. i guess because Big Truck Cool And Manly but it just comes off as. "i have strange ideas about what it means to be a man"
its not practical lol those things guzzle gas and take up so much space. swallow ur pride and get a camry, Chad
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eomayas · 5 months ago
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chasing pavements • hjs
pairing: husband!joshua x wife!reader, parent au
genre: angst, hurt/comfort
synopsis: just reader and joshua being parents
warnings: parental woes, arguments, past childhood trauma, girl-dad!joshua, their child is nameless and is called ‘baby’
a/n: the people asked for dad!shua but nobody said which kind…🤭 anyway this was v random and is very parent-y so beware!
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sighing out a deep breath, you open your eyes and try to make your voice as gentle and even as possible. “i’ve asked you to clean up your mess three times now, baby. i’m not going to ask you again,” you stop stirring the spoon in the pot to look over your shoulder at her. she’s busy dragging her crayons over a coloring page, not bothering to look up at you.
“but im not done!” she whines, bottoms lip jutting out with the beginnings of a tantrum. you tense and and blink a few times as she just whines, tiny hand holding the crayon tightly in her hand. she’s not even coloring inside of the lines, just streaking the colors over the sheet haphazardly.
“dinner is almost ready. clean it up,” you voice is stern, tension in your tone rising as well as in your posture. you grip the ladle tightly in your fist, your other hand braced against the kitchen counter. “if i have to ask you again, then-“ the consequence dies on your tongue at the sound of the lock clicking and the front door opening. she gasps and shoots up from the table, loose crayons scattering across the wood floors.
“papa!” she shouts, running down the hall to greet joshua. you close your eyes and push out a breath from your nose. your jaw is tight as you turn back to face the stove. “look at what i got from school today! oh, and you missed seeing soobin today!”
“yeah? what is it?” he’s pressing a kiss to her cheek as he enters the kitchen, making her giggle when he blows raspberry against her skin. joshua sets her down so she can run to her backpack. “hey, baby.” he says, a hand sliding around to your hip and his lips pressing against your jaw in a greeting.
“hey,” you shrug him off of you and turn the burner down to low heat. “uh-uh, you can show daddy after dinner. go clean up,” you say, stopping her short when she comes back with a paper from school clutched in her hands.
that bottom lip juts out again and her eyes dart over to joshua for help. it only frustrates you more, because all three of you know that she has him in her palm. “well- joshua, stop.” you bark, throwing your arm out to the side to push against his abdomen. “go clean up the table so we can eat dinner.” her eyes well up with tears, and you feel like the biggest asshole in the world for making her cry. you remember a brief moment of yourself as a child and being scared each time your father asked you to do something. he never had to ask you or your siblings more than once—you all found out the hard way—and worry that you’re doing the same thing to her.
she huffs and spins around, her walk mopey as she puts her paper back into her bag and starts to slowly pick up the crayons. you feel joshua start, his hand gently pushing yours away as he makes his way over to her. “i’ll help you, princess,” he says and you grit your teeth.
“joshua, stop! i’ve asked her six times now, she needs to listen!” you’re on the brink of snapping, another word out of him or her is very likely to send you over the edge. it’s rough. the day was shitty from the jump, but you didn’t think it would be this bad by the end.
you expect joshua to at least have your back when you put a number on it, he looks over at you before glancing down at your daughter with sad eyes. “y/n, she’s just a baby.”
“goddamnit, joshua! let me do this!”
and then the dam breaks. her wail ripples through you like an electric current, setting off all of the alarms and signals that let you know your daughter is in trouble. except, you put her in this position, and now your heart has sunk to your stomach. joshua hurries to pick her up, cradling her against his chest and smoothing his hand over her hair. you stay rooted at your place by the stove, ignoring the sting in your nose and the newly formed lump in your throat. joshua shushes her softly like he used to when she was much smaller, but she just keeps wailing.
her cries slice through your heart and shred it to pieces. you want to walk over to her and hold her, tell her that you’re sorry, but you don’t think it’ll help. “baby- i’ve got it,” joshua cuts you off this time, cutting his eyes at you as he keeps trying to console her.
it only frustrates you more, and your anger is misplaced when you spit out, “deal with dinner, then. since you’ve got everything,” and storm out of the kitchen, your heels punctuating the end of the conversation. you fly up the stairs and into your bedroom, kicking off your shoes into your closet.
you stand there, in the middle of the walk-in, with your hands on your hips as you take in deep, shuddering breaths. your vision blurs with tears that you don’t let fall, instead blinking them away as you try to regain control over your breathing. her crying face swims through your mind and you almost forget why you’re so upset. almost. but unlucky for her, you’re not as easily swayed like joshua is.
grabbing a sweatshirt and a pair of pants off of their hangers, you quickly undress from your work outfit, and pull onto the much more comfortable clothes. you shove your feet into a pair of sneakers and push out a breath. her cries echo through the house, and you wince at her gasping breaths. it’s muffled, but you can hear joshua trying to calm her down, though whatever he says makes her let out a piercing wail that makes you flinch. it all feels too much; your guilt, her crying, your frustration at the both of them for different things.
you slip out of the bedroom and move as quickly and quietly as you can down the stairs. you force your eyes away from the kitchen and grab your purse off of the accent table in the foyer, and leave the house without a word.
i’m just like my father.
the thought rang through your head the the moment you pulled out of your neighborhood. it almost brought you to tears, but you managed to keep them in again. and you almost turned back, but couldn’t. you have the harrowing realization that the more you fought to be better than him, you ended up a mirror. it makes your stomach flip and turn, but yet you still don’t turn around.
time is a flat circle.
there’s not a place you’re heading for. you’ve just been driving on the back roads for nearly two hours. the sun set a long time ago, and now the sky is dark and unwelcoming. you should go him, you know it, but facing your husband isn’t something you feel up for at the moment.
turning into a dimly lit convenience store parking lot, you pull into a space and out your car in park. you sigh and lean back against the headrest, shutting your eyes and reminding yourself to breathe. you visualize a square and practice the breathing exercise your therapist taught you. in for four, out for four, her voice echoes through your head. it calms down the storm brewing inside of you and brings you back down. that voice in the back of your head, the one telling you that you’re just like your own dad, gets a little quieter.
your phone buzzes in the cup holder, and you pick it up.
joshua: you don’t have to tell me where you are, just lmk that you’re ok.
you: i’m okay.
you gnaw on your bottom lip, deciding that it’s time to go home. it’s past your daughters bedtime now, and you can guarantee that she’s already tucked in and asleep. at least you won’t have to deal with the both of them tonight.
on your way home, you pass a donut shop that is surprisingly open. you stop and quickly run in. the pastries surprisingly look fresh for 8pm, and order half a dozen of your daughters favorite (chocolate with sprinkles, and maple), before heading to the car to make your way home.
the stress of the day starts to weigh on you halfway home. the morning started out rough; joshua had to go into work early, so taking your daughter was your duty. from the moment you woke her up, she was in meltdown mode. you take the blame for rushing a seven year old, but you let her have juice in her lunch instead of the usual water, so you figured that it evened everything out. but then you were late from picking her up from the after school program she sometimes goes to if neither you nor joshua can pick her up, and she whined about it the whole way home. never mind the fact that your workday was filled with hour-long, unnecessary meetings.
you yawn as you pull into your neighborhood and up to your driveway. you stall in the car for a moment, looking at the dark house in front of you, save for the bright porch light. there’s a chance that joshua has gone to bed, but in your heart of hearts you know that he’s waiting up for you. deciding to just deal with your life, you grab the box of donuts and your belongings, and get out of the car.
you quietly make you way into the house, lightly shutting the front door and locking it behind you. just the sight of the kitchen makes you tense, and when you walk in you’re met with a clean kitchen table and floor, no signs of there ever being a previous mess. you put the donuts away in the fridge to keep them fresh.
with a sigh, you exit the kitchen and start up tje stairs, footsteps light just in case the stairs creak. you step into your bedroom with a quiet sigh, and shut the door. the light from the en suite bathroom shines through the cracked door, and you can hear joshua in there. grabbing some pajamas, you pull on a tshirt just as joshua comes into the room. “hey,” he says, voice soft.
“hi,” you tug the shirt over your head and toss your other clothing items into the hamper. he lingers near the bathroom door with his arms crossed over his chest, watching you as you make yourself busy with little things.
“we need to talk about earlier,” joshua says. you don’t look up at him as you apply hand cream.
you take a moment before responding. “okay,” you breathe out, roughly massaging the lotion into your skin. you hear joshua shuffle on the other side of the room.
“you can’t yell at her like that,” joshua says gently. you sit up and stare across the room at a family photo, blinking a few times.
“i know. but i asked her six times to do something, and she still didn’t even do it. you need to let me discipline her,” you say, finally looking over at him. he uncrosses his arms to run a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh as he does.
“she’s just a baby.”
“she’s seven.”
“she’s a little girl, honey,” joshua says, like that changes anything. you two are usually on the same page when it comes to disciplining her, though she doesn’t really get disciplined because she’s an good kid. you thought he’d understand your frustration today, but he doesn’t and you feel like your back is against the wall.
the fight in you is gone, though a flicker or your earlier anger lights inside of you upon hearing him talk. “okay, and i shouldn’t have to tell her to do something six times. she should just do it the first time,” you say, looking at him pointedly. he pokes his tongue in his cheek, and you know he doesn’t agree with you and is holding back whatever he wants to say. “and, i don’t need you to step in when im trying to teach her something. you need to let me parent her.”
“are you implying that i don’t parent her?” he asks, head tilting to the side. you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow the frustrated groan at the back of your throat.
“i’m not implying anything. im telling you that you need to let me teach her things, without interrupting me. because she’s going to think that she can get out of everything if she looks at you,” you say. joshua purses his lips and looks down at his feet, nodding slowly. “you have to stop babying her, joshua.”
asking him to do that is like asking him to recolor the sky: it’s impossible. one look at her and his entire backbone shatters. it’s sweet sometimes, until you need him to enforce some rules.
“fine, alright? but you can’t yell at her like that. you heard how she cried afterwards,” he says, his voice less gentle than before. you blink at him and drag a hand down your face. you’re ready to put this conversation to bed—nothing feels like it’s going to get resolved tonight. “she was scared, baby. remember that night when i met your dad? she had that same look on her face.” your stomach drops at the memory.
the first time you let joshua meet your dad was also the last time he saw him, until your daughter was born. you were in college, and had only been dating joshua for a few months, but you felt so sure about him. he was the first person you felt so sure about, and it scared you, but you felt like in order for joshua to understand you and to love you, he had to meet your dad. he’d met everybody else in your family, but you were putting off him meeting your dad because of how your father is. the night started out fine, everybody was generally getting along with each other and joshua was fitting in. you were on edge, worried that something would happen so much so that you weren’t able to relax. you were running around trying to help your mom with the kitchen, be a good host to joshua, and avoid pissing off your dad.
and then it happened. you can hardly recall the reason now, since you’ve really tried to block it out of your memory, but you forgot a dish, or burned something that he wanted in particular, and he flipped out. you were in your twenties, so you didn’t have a problem standing up for yourself at that point. but because your new boyfriend was there, and it was humiliating that he was yelling at you like that in front of company, all you could do was cry. you begged him to stop with tears streaming down your face, begged him not to say things in front of joshua. he ignored your pleas as they only made him explode. joshua tried standing up for you, but your dad yelled at him too, claimed joshua was ‘disrespecting’ him, and told him to get out.
joshua left but took you with him. he kissed your mom and siblings goodbye, and whisked you out of the house. you were so embarrassed that you could hardly talk through the tears. you expected joshua to break up with you after that, and managed to ask if he was going to leave you. he stayed and proposed to you five months later, and you quietly eloped together, only a few of your friends knowing about it.
“i’m not like him,” you say, throat closing. joshua’s face falls and his features soften as your eyes well up with tears, already moving to walk over to you.
“no, you’re not,” he clarifies, sitting next to you on the bed and pulling you into his chest. you press your fists into your eyes and try to control your breathing while he softly rubs your back. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you.” joshua whispers, kissing your head as you tremble in his arms. he keeps his lips pressed to your hair and lets you fight the tears, never once letting go of you.
your eyes ache from pressing against them and you pull your hands away, sniffing and trying to pull yourself away from him. joshua only holds onto you tighter which makes your eyes well up again, and you can’t believe you’ve been brought to tears more times tonight than in the year so far. “i left,” you mumble weakly.
“you came back.”
“but i left.”
joshua pulls back enough to look down at you. you look up at him with sad eyes and he lets go of you to wipe your face. “and you came back. you’re nothing like him, baby. you’re a good mom, a good wife, and you care. you left, but you came back. water under the bridge,” he says, pushing your hair out of your face. you blink tears away as he peers down at you before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.
“i love you. and im sorry,” you murmur, wiping under your eyes.
“i love you too, and we both have things to work on.”
you nod, and let him hold you until you eventually doze off, headache and all. you only wake up in the middle of the night because you’re uncomfortable, and move to your side of the bed. joshua still tugs you back into his chest and the two of you mange to stay that was until the morning.
when you wake, joshua is right behind you. he talks you down when you panic about facing your baby. “does she hate me?” you ask, wiping sleep out of your eyes.
“of course not,” he says, a small frown on his face. you want to tell him to wait until she’s a teenager, but he looks distraught enough at your question, so you just nod.
she’s asleep when you peek in her room, sprawled out on her small bed. you creep over quietly and kneel beside her, gently shaking her shoulder. she wakes up easily, stretching her short limbs before she opens her eyes. “mommy?” she mumbles, rubbing her eyes with a small yawn.
“hi, baby,” you say, smoothing a hand over her head. she looks up at you timidly, and your stomach knots. “did you sleep okay?” she nods and you give her a small smile. “mommy’s sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to yell at you.”
“it’s okay,” she says, sitting up. it’s not, but you’ll take her accepting your apology. “can i have a hug?” her voice is small, and makes you want to cry because she doesn’t have to ask you for that.
“of course, baby,” you say, wrapping yourself around her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. your hold her for awhile, until she starts to struggle against you. “i got you something.” you say once you loosen your hold around her. her eyes light up and you smile, scooping her up and heading downstairs.
you pull the box of donuts out of the fridge snd she gasps when you open the lid. you let her have a whole donut for breakfast, and promise her half of one after dinner. you apologize again, and she tells you that it’s okay again. one day, you’ll let her know that she can’t just say ‘it’s okay’ whenever somebody apologizes, but for now you let it be.
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 months ago
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Do you think the kidnapping was the last straw for age gap!reader and that’s why she decided to become a housewife??
Not quite.
When you did faint, for real instead of pretending, Clark is not surprised. Your heart had started racing again and you were trying very hard to stay composed and sweet.
He was just glad he was there to catch you and keep you from cracking your head on the pavement when the rookie cop closest to you was too busy being start struck to realize you were about to collapse. EMT's were called and you were taken by ambulance to the nearest hospital.
He only hoped Bruce had a plan. And a damn good one. Because, as he looked at the sad little cell the would be kidnapper planned to keep you in his stomach turned. If it hadn't been for the tracker to put in your sneaker, they might never have been able to find you.
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"Sweetheart," Bruce said, rushing into the room, "My god, I'm so sorry! I came as soon as I got your call."
The nurse taking your vitals again glanced up and sighed internally. She'd HAVE to tell the desk to pay attention. Your Agent, some co stars, managers- jesus a parade of people had traipsed through this room. Even a particularly intrepid tabloid journalist. But- At least this was one visitor that you didn't seem to mind.
"I'm okay, I think," you tell him. "I- nothing really had time to happen. I just have some bruises and a concussion."
"Do you need anything?" he asked, crossing the floor, smiling briefly at the nurse before kissing your forehead. "Are they keeping you or-"
"The doctor is just waiting on some x-rays," the nurse told you when you looked at her questioningly. "Once we have all our tests back you should be good to go."
"Thank you, Nancy," you tell her, "Could I have some more water when you get a second?"
"Absolutely," she answered. Mollified somewhat when Bruce set himself to fussing over you in that endearing, clueless way that men had. Uselessly fluffing pillows and petting your hair.
"What were they x-raying?" Bruce asked, perching on the end of your bed. Between you and the door.
"My abdomen. I had stomach pain and they wanted to make sure I wasn't bleeding or something- I don't know if it was a knee of a foot but-"
"I should have hit him harder," Bruce growled.
"Bruce-"
"I'm taking you back to Gotham tonight," he murmured. "And Alfred is working on your security as we speak."
You blink for a second and bite your lip, "I have work and contracts-"
"Not to stay," Bruce hummed. "But I pointed out that you would need a couple days of rest to recover. And pointed out that making you work would be "a bad look" once the story broke. They agreed. And decided to shoot things you weren't in for a couple days."
You look at him confused and Bruce smiles a little, "I'm having the security revamped in your Apartment while you're with me. And being a little selfish- I missed you."
"Brucie, you don't have to do all that."
"I do though," he murmured. "It scared me, that phone call. And I don't like being scared."
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That night, in his bed. Finally feeling safe enough to let go, you let Bruce take you. It was tender and sweet- even while both of you were desperate.
Cleaving to each other for comfort. Craving the sense of belonging that you felt joined together. No secrets, no lies, only met desires and realized longings.
Bruce smudged soft kisses on every bruise and nuzzled every sore spot. Lavishing attention on your sore stomach. Careful to read your body language. If you pulled away, he would stop. But you clung onto him. Worldless pleading. Telling him. Don't leave me.
"I'm here, Princess," he breathed. "are you okay?"
You nod and lean up to kiss him, "How do you do it?"
"Do what, beautiful?" he hummed, sliding his cock along your entrance before sliding inside you.
"Make me feel so safe, all the time."
"Is that how you feel now, sweet girl?" he hummed, "Safe? Loved?"
You nod, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you.
He smiled and rubbed his nose against yours as he bracketed himself above you, "Marry me?" he blurted, "Let me make you feel that way forever."
"You- Bruce- I-"
"I mean it," he breathed. "Marry me? Let me keep you safe, Sweetheart. Make me the happiest I've ever been?"
"How could I say no to that?" you ask, stroking his cheek as you kissed him.
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obxsideblog · 5 days ago
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SEASON 4 RAFE/KIARA FIC RECS
eating and being eaten belong to the terrible secret of love by gabrieeella
"Hey, can I help you?"
Her hair's pulled into two fitful braids. There are wild curls springing out from her bandana. Everything about her is always so rebellious, so tediously uncontainable.
"I don't know, can you?"
Her eyes flick up in alarm at his voice. He smiles. He likes that he can make all that warm, sanctimonious blood freeze.
Or, now that Ward's gone, Rafe accidentally telescopes his toxic devotion onto someone else.
Polaris by krystalssclear
Revenge.
Can it be achieved without changing a person completely? Kiara wasn't sure, and at that moment she sure as hell didn't care. Her mind is set on one thing and one thing only, taking down Chandler Groff.
And who better to help her on this journey then the self-proclaimed killer, Rafe Cameron?
forever young by Hollidayy
“Alea iacta est,” Pope says. It’s all over. They’re just six shadows on the pavement. The sirens are like a ghostly howl now, the blue lights so far that it feels like the streets have fallen into a starless night. John B furrows his brow. “What did you just call me?” “It’s Latin. The die is cast,” he explains gloomily. “It means there’s no turning back.”
(i.e. the aftermath of 4x10.)
better man by yanak324
“It’s fitting,” he laughs, a loud cynical sound.
“A tiara for a princess.”
Kiara wants revenge. Rafe is more than happy to oblige. What they find is altogether different.
Anything But Your Enemy by DramioneShipperz
Revenge was a double-edged sword. It's a poison that eventually dissolves into regret. Ill-gotten satisfaction was fleeting afterall.
One year after J.J.’s death, Kie struggles to cope with blood-stained hands as she finds relief and acceptance with the one person she had sworn she would always despise. Rafe Cameron. A broken entitled Kook and a murderer.
Between chance encounters, Rafe finds he can’t ignore the distinct feeling of guilt driving him to protect Kiara Carrera from the Kooks and herself. He never expected to learn his attraction for her wasn't as one-sided as he thought. Even if she was part-Pogue.
Kie and Rafe find they could help each other. What better way to cut through the feeling of being numb and alone than to sleep with the enemy? Literally.
I now know the depths I reach are limitless by Summertime_saddness 
“I know what this is.” Rafe pulled the shirt over his head, his toned torso didn’t contain a single scar. In another life, Kiara might have been self conscious, instead she did the same, revealing the same stained bra she’d been wearing for weeks.
“You’re sad about your boyfriend,” he continued, pushing her down against the makeshift bed, reaching out to finger the yellowing strap of her bra, “and that bitch Sofia screwed me over.”
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albatmobile · 1 year ago
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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 25
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𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.
𓅪 Rated: E | TW: graphic violence, blood | 14k  includes: motorcycle smut, squirting, public sex, boss battle
fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]
Chapter 25: Born to Die | ao3 - wattpad
It’s pitch black when you slip from the manor and into the quiet of the inky, starless night.
Jason and Roy had long elected to go to sleep in favor of researching and, after hours upon hours of hunting for clues the past couple of days, you nearly joined them.
But even though your body aches with tiredness, you know sleep will only elude you. Especially when you’re this close to the end.
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Your parents told you to go to Gotham Bay and, for once in your life, you follow their instructions.
Gotham Bay smells like fish and literal ass as you choke on the thick air surrounding the harbor. Your shoes squelch against the muck that liters the slick pavement, urging you to reconsider your choice, but you refuse. 
Up ahead, you see the final marker and turn the corner. “There you are,” you gasp at the voice, feeling your blood run cold. 
Yes, you’d come here to face the bad guys. That being said, you hadn’t really considered what you’d do when they ultimately came to collect.
“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jason’s familiar voice berates you from behind. “Walking into a trap like some sort of suicidal maniac doesn’t really seem like your forte, babe.”
You sigh in relief when you turn and see your two dopey white knights.
With the original panic gone, the sadness starts to set in. 
You’re not dumb. You know the end is in sight, but you don’t see a way out of this. At the end of the day, the only way to truly end this is to give your parents what they want by turning yourself in.
“I,” you pout, trailing off when you realize that your reasoning isn’t as sound as you’d previously thought. Especially not now that you’re actually saying it out loud. Nonetheless, you continue. “I don’t want anyone else to have to get hurt because of me.” 
Jason kicks lightly at the ground, seemingly leaving it up to Roy to talk you down.
“Well, too bad,” Roy replies. He easily steers you right back the way you came. You sigh, letting him guide you to Jason’s motorcycle that’s been hidden in a nearby alley. “We definitely would’ve been more than hurt if anything happened to you, princess,” he says as he gently rubs your back. “Lian included.” 
You turn to look at him, but he’s just focused on getting you settled on the bike. He climbs on behind you, nudging Jason to lift you up onto his lap. Jason lifts you with ease as he deposits you onto Roy’s jean-covered lap. 
Your stomach flips.
Jason glances back at you before mounting the bike with your body sliding forward against his broad back once he’s fully seated. You gulp, unable to keep your raging blush at bay as the engine revs to life. 
Jason takes off down the street. His speed leaves you clinging desperately to him and you can’t help but scream as the bike reaches a scary speed that even Dick would have to give him a ticket for, relatives or not.
They both help you slip off the bike and quietly lead you back to Jason’s old room. Halfway up the stairs, you’re met with a sleepy-looking Titus. You give him a good scratch behind the ears as you pass. 
“What were you thinking?” Jason asks angrily as he paces around his old room. “Even if you had just turned yourself in, it wouldn’t have solved anything.” His emerald eyes glare down at you like he can’t believe you would pull something so reckless. “Hell, all it would’ve done is give them the ability to move forward with their plan,” he says, crossing his muscular, scarred arms in subtle irritation. “Are you trying to get yourself killed or something?”
Roy places a gentle hand on his shoulder as he slumps on the edge of his queen-sized mattress beside you.
The last time you’d been in here had been a few months following the Joker accident. You know Jason’s upset with you, Roy too, but you can’t help but look around the room.
Nothing much has changed aside from a few new books on the shelves and new, bigger clothing. The stain on the carpet from Jason’s spilled whiskey is noticeably absent, though, undoubtedly thanks to Alfred.
“What Jason’s trying to ask is, are you feeling alright?” Roy looks genuinely concerned and you don’t want either of them getting the wrong idea.
“I’m not fucking suicidal,” you sigh, shaking your head. “They offered me an out. They said no one had to get hurt.”
“Just you, then,” Jason sounds disgusted. “You’re no fucking martyr,” he hisses your name out like a curse, banging his hand on his desk as he does so. Every object on the wooden surface jumps and scatters as he does so, causing you to inadvertently startle. “You’re…” Jason trails off. “What you mean to us…”
“Yeah?” you ask, suddenly filling with hope. Your eyes widen as you wonder whether or not he’ll actually come out and say it. Hoping he’ll come out and say it.
However, Jason’s eyes flash with remorse. You feel your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach as he makes to leave the room.
You won’t allow it.
“Jason, please,” you beg. He stops, so you continue, “I just thought I was doing what was right after I did you both so wrong.” 
“We already talked it over, remember? We’re all good,” Jason gently chides you, placing steadying hands on your shoulders. “Stop holding that against yourself.” He looks deeply into your eyes to further cement his point. It’s like he’s waiting for a response because once you nod, he releases his firm grip. “It’s just…” Jason trails off unsurely.
“We can't lose you, princess,” Roy starts.
Jason shakes his head, finishing Roy’s statement easily, “Not when we just got you back.”
Back?
You’re the only one who’s been here the whole time, waiting.
“I never left.” 
They gulp, looking at each other before descending upon you with fervor only five years of separation could cause. 
You don’t label it and neither do they. 
You decide to go along with what feels right and, holy fuck, does this feel right.
Standing on the precipice of battle, they hold you together, if only for tonight.
“Princess,” Roy sounds barely restrained as he eyes you up your nearly naked form with barely withheld restraint, “I need you.” It’s rushed as it falls from his mouth.
You aren’t used to being needed and aren’t surprised when a rush of arousal surges all the way down to your clit.
This time, the sex is slow and deliberate as they get to know each and every inch of your body intimately. They make you come undone in ways you never could’ve imagined, trapping you between their muscular bodies as they slowly fuck into your aching cunt. 
After they’re done milking your first orgasm out of you, they both take turns watching as the other one forces another one out of you.
Roy lets you take control, pulling at his red locks and fucking into him ruthlessly amazon-style until he begs for you to allow him to come.
“Please, baby,” Roy whimpers your name soon after as he ruts against your brutal pace. “Please, you gotta let me come. Please,” he says with a shake of his head. His fiery eyebrows are furrowed together like he knows he won’t last another second. 
Cute.
Jason’s grip around his leaking cock tightens. You take the hint as you slow your pace with a cruel smirk.
“No.”
“Fuck!” Roy’s voice cracks in his throat as he arches off the mattress to pound into you, nearly sending you off balance as he does. Jason quickly comes to wrap his calloused fingers around Roy’s thick cock before he can come. 
You bite your bottom lip, loving how Jason’s rough hand brushes against all the right spots. You glance up at his darkening emerald eyes while you grind against the delicious friction it offers.
“You fucking yourself against my hand, babe?” Jason’s voice sinfully coats around your name as he questions you. You absentmindedly draw closer to him in response until your wide eyes are staring down his predatory ones, “Answer me.”
You nod with owlish eyes, feeling the heat of a nasty blush smack across your cheeks. 
“That’s good,” Jason praises you, looking as if he’s ready to devour you right then and there, but instead, he lets Roy have his fun with you. 
He removes his hand, causing Roy to release a shaky groan as he does.
You don’t realize you’re pouting at the loss of contact with Jason’s sexy-ass hand until Roy smacks you on the ass. “Try not to look so disappointed, princess,” he winks up at you, panting slightly as he does. “’Specially not when my dick’s inside you, gorgeous.”
He deliberately places gentle pressure on your pubic bone as he shallowly thrusts inside you. You refuse to settle back onto your knees to give him the angle he’s really craving. 
No, not yet.
You grab a handful of his hair and use your grip to tug his face right in front of yours. His verdant eyes roll back in his head with an obscene moan you’ve ever heard. With how loud it had been, you’re pretty sure it’s the most obscene moan anyone at the manor’s ever heard; no, this entire block’s ever heard.
“Fucking, slut,” Jason grits around his teeth. He mashes against Roy’s chapped lips, tearing into them as you increase your pace again. 
Your hips stutter when his girthy length smashes directly into your g-spot. “Roy!” you salaciously clench down around him, forcing his cock against your inner wall again until you’re seeing stars. You’re babbling now, completely lost in the throws of this overwhelming feeling of arousal. “I need you to come inside me, please, Roy,” you beg him, throwing your head back with a wrecked moan.
Roy babbles back, easily just as clouded in lust as you are, “I wanna give you all my come, baby. So good; you fuck me so fucking good, baby- so good, I wanna- fuck!”
“Oh, damn,” Jason’s voice rumbles against the wet pants and moans that bounce around his childhood bedroom’s walls.
Jason joins the two of you on the small mattress again as Roy’s come leaks out of your sore slit and onto your folds. Jason then positions himself behind your to slurp it up and lap at your over-sensitive clit that jumps every time he plays with it. He spreads your ass as far apart as it’ll go before pressing a bruising grip into your soft globes.
“I’m so fucking spent,” you groan, face-planting into the mattress right next to Roy’s still half-delirious state. “I’m so fucking sore.”
“I’ll tell you when I’m done with you.”
You don’t even have time to settle into the mattress before Jason’s flipping you around again.
Roy seems to brighten up at Jason’s dark tone that drips with sex. He slinks beside you to whisper the dirtiest things into your ear. Meanwhile, Jason smacks his cock against your twitching cunt with a wicked glint flashing across his eyes as he stares down at the two of you.
Roy’s soft, freckled fingers trickle from your lower abdomen to circle around your painfully erect nipples. He briefly squeezes one before enveloping the other with a salacious twist of his tongue. 
They skillfully work in tandem to draw everything they can out of you. All of the moans, all the hushed curses, all the squelching noises from your pussy.
Jason takes in your lucid, fucked-out form with a wolfish grin. 
Roy’s hand lightly caresses your throat, as if testing the waters. When you give no complaint, he slowly strengthens his grip until you’re withering around on the mattress for more. 
“You want me to talk to you like the whore I know you are, baby?” he nods sweetly at you, though you can easily see the lust-ridden heat that lies behind it. “Tell you how Jason should punish you with his huge dick while I spank the rest of the badness out of you?” you gasp. “Would that make you come, baby?”
You’re a wreck. 
All you can manage is a tear-filled nod as Jason continues to tease your entrance. 
You don’t even know if you’ll be able to come any more than you already have, but Jason seems convinced as he draws every breathy whimper, every choked beg out of your body.
“Want me to spread her for you, Jay?” He doesn’t even wait for confirmation, knowing it’s exactly what he wants. 
He situates himself behind you with his sticky, flaccid dick pressed against your lower back as he bares your come-filled hole for Jason to ravage.
You’re so fucked. 
Literally.
You don’t even feel like you’re on the Earthly plane by the time they’re finally finished with you.
•••
The next day, you help Jason and Alfred with breakfast while the rest of the family lingers about in the kitchen and dining room, chatting amicably. 
You’re completely sore after your body had been so wonderfully used last night. You can’t help but walk with a slight limp. Personally, you don’t think it’s noticeable at all, but in a room filled with the world’s greatest detectives, it’s obvious as day. 
They shoot each other knowing glances, but Dick has the gull to openly stare in what you can only discern as disbelief.
Steph and Babs though, they’re content to wear shit-eating grins on their faces any time Jason or Roy so much as look at you.
You don’t realize making pancakes can be so messy until Roy’s smearing batter down your nose. Jason retaliates in your honor, splatting a spoonful into his fiery waves and drawing a disbelieving gasp from Roy.
From here, Dick leaps gracefully over the counter to grab the other bowl of batter straight from Alfred’s gloved hands. He grabs a fist full of the batter and wastes no time in catapulting it directly at Jason’s face. This, coincidentally, also smacks into the side of your cheek and even manages to splash Tim, Connor and Stephanie, who stand just a few beats behind the three of you.
It’s an all-out war with screams and giggles ringing out in the kitchen as the Bat Family attacks their own with any and every food-related item they come into contact with.
“FOOD FIGHT!” Roy screams, holding two cans of whipped cream like they’re automatic rifles as he sprays them across the chaos unfolding in the room. 
Dick and Barbara quickly team up to knock him off the counter while Stephanie attempts to throw strawberries at you through your human shield, Jason.
Bruce and Alfred can’t help but smile. Regardless of the mess, it’s good to see all of you acting like the kids you are. 
Connor somehow nearly breaks the refrigerator by falling into it after slipping on a banana peel that Stephanie had left on the ground thinking no one would fall for it, yet…
The dent he leaves on the stainless steel fridge from his body alone is enough for Bruce to call it all off.
After you all clean up the pancake remains, seriously, how did all the batter end up on the ceiling (???), you pack your things and meet everyone out front. That is, after changing.
You only really have one nice outfit, a skin-tight, thick-cotton, white v-neck and a plaid skirt. You elect to go commando as you skip down the driveway to where everyone’s gathered around, with Stephanie, Tim and Connor still in their pancake-covered PJs.
“And you’re sure it’s all fixed?” you catch the tail-end of Damian’s question to Bruce.
“They had your window fixed two days ago. The caulk needed to be set for a day or so for it to be completely secure again, though.”
Lian gasps when Alfred pulls around in the limo, stepping out to open the trunk for Jason and Roy to load all of your things. “Can I go in the long car?” Lian makes puppy-dog eyes up at her dad. “Can I, please?”
“‘Course, darlin’,” Roy ruffles her inky hair, helping her buckle into the back seat as she excitedly squirms around in the seat. “We’ll be following behind you on daddy’s motorcycle, okay?” she nods and obediently lets Roy finish securing her in her Superman car seat.
Damian and Jon hop in the seat facing opposite hers, still picking pancake batter out of each other’s hair with playful smiles.
Alfred gets in the limo and drives off. Soon after, he shuts the door and bids the rest of the Bat Family goodbye. Meanwhile, the three of you hop onto Jason’s motorcycle and speed off to catch up.
“Just like old times,” Roy winks and you just shake your head as his hands move to caress your thick thighs. It doesn’t take long for him to realize you’re not wearing anything underneath. You’re practically sitting in his lap, so you know he’s noticed when his dick twitches against your bare ass. “And here I was thinking you were still holding out on us, princess,” he mutters against your ear. Roy’s fingers stealthily slip between your slick folds, barely rubbing your clit as he releases a low chuckle, “Fucking whore.”
You arch against him, feeling your adrenaline spike as Jason revs his engine and speeds up on the back streets.
“Please,” you groan, grinding down into the redhead’s erection.
Jason seems to be picking up on what’s going on because he makes a sharp right turn, forcing you to cling tighter around his muscular abdomen.
The vibrations alone last time had been enough to make your eyes cross in pleasure, but this time was different. This time, they were both touching you, tormenting you in the best ways possible.
Roy’s deliberate flicks against your still-aching clit leave your eyes twitching. He holds you steady as your body seizes, preparing for the most insane orgasm of your life- in public, nonetheless.
“You’re gonna come for me and Jay right here.” Your breathing hitches in your throat in response, making it hard to swallow. “All of these people are gonna see what a slut you are, baby.” Roy’s words tickle against the shell of your ear, sounding even above the roar of Jason’s V8. “All for us.”
“Roy,” you warn shakily.
“Scream his name, princess.”
You hastily remove his helmet to reveal the satisfied smirk that lies underneath and he easily does the same for you, wanting to take in all of your little tells.
Your orgasm couldn’t have come at a worse time.
Jason finishes exiting the side street, coming to a stop at a red light when you’re overcome with a familiar, icy pleasure as it blooms across your aching cunt.
“JASON!” At your cry, he revs the engine again, causing you to double forward against him as Roy continues to rub your abused, sensitive nub. 
With your head thrown back against Roy’s shoulder, liquid erupts all across the back of Jason’s leather jacket. All the while, the dude and his friend in the pickup truck beside you stare with their mouths wide open in disbelief. 
Jason whips off his helmet, nodding his head their way as if to say, ‘sup.’ 
You’re panting, pushing Roy’s hand out of your skirt, feeling completely satiated. “What the fuck was that?”
“Pretty sure you just squirted all over our Jay.” 
Squirt?
You shook your head languidly in your after haze. “What, like piss?”
“I’m not 100% sure,” Roy rubs at the outside of your thigh with a smirk, “but even if it is, feel free to do it all over my face sometime, princess.”
“Seconded,” Jason says. 
His slitted eyes trail up your trembling form like he’s considering fucking you right here and now. He feels behind himself, dragging his rough fingers through the wetness you’ve left on his back and the seat. 
He stares at the dripping slick curiously before forcing his fingers down Roy’s willing throat. He swallows your come all while staring at you through his strawberry-lashed, half-lidded eyes.
A deep voice stirs you all from your lust-filled haze.
“I need to get me a motorcycle, bro.”
His friend nods dumbly in agreement.
You all put on your helmets back on just as the light blinks green, speeding off before the men in the pickup can pick their jaws up off the floor. You nearly come again, feeling the flipping feeling tickling stir below, but Roy purposefully keeps his fingers just out of reach for you to get any relief. 
Fucking dick. 
You’ll definitely make him pay later.
•••
Regardless of what happened on the motorcycle hours earlier, they’re gentle with every part of you as you prepare for the final battle.
You’re lying in front of the fireplace of Damian’s living room, with Jason stoking the fire as Roy cleans and redresses your wound.
“’S looking a lot better, princess,” the redhead says, patting lightly at your side as he peppers your face and body with gentle kisses. 
His intimate gestures draw a quiet smile on your face. You’ve never felt so happy in your entire life and, yet, you feel like you can’t even bask in it until you finally come face to face with your parents.
You arch into his hold, snuggling against his chest as his lithe fingers begin to play with your hair.
Gentle music warbles from the gramophone Damian has playing in the kitchen as he and Jon talk in hushed whispers.
Your eyes lazily trail back to meet Roy’s tired eyes. You’re honestly surprised he isn’t trying to take it any further with his lavishing touch, especially after last night. Though, it’s probably for the best, considering the lingering company in the adjacent kitchen. 
Roy slowly blinks back at you, his eyes lightly crinkling as he does, as if he’s the one who can’t believe he has you.
Lian had been put to bed hours before, though it looks like she might be sleeping alone tonight as Jason removes his shirt before cuddling around the two of you with a heavy blanket. Earlier, Roy had brought out a pile of pillows from the bed to prop you up on. Now, you use the pillows to create a sleepy little nest for your fam-… for the three of you.
Laying down with the two of them wrapped up in this fluffy bundle on the floor, they slowly begin to mouth at either side of your neck. You wriggle contentedly between them, returning chaste kisses of your own scattered along their chiseled jawlines. 
The music slowly ebbs as the needle catches. It slowly slips from the disc, leaving you with only the crackling roars of the fire in front of you.
Jason caresses your face before languidly drawing it to his lips for a slow, toe-curling good night kiss that Roy attempts to top as soon as Jason’s lips leave yours. 
You drift off somewhere in between the light tickles of their gentle lips against your warm skin.
•••
The logs on the fire come crashing down as they die out some odd hours later. 
You wipe blearily at your eyes, glancing at the clock in Damian’s kitchen to see that it’s nearly three in the morning.
Jason and Roy still seem to be dead asleep, even as you wriggle out of their overwhelming heat.
The hum of the refrigerator is all that greets you as you pad around the penthouse. You’re looking for something… Something you know was dumped on the living room floor but obviously isn’t there anymore. 
“Oh!” you accidentally exclaim out loud when you find what you’d been looking for a few minutes later in Damian’s office.
You look around the room suspiciously as if booby traps are going to pop out of nowhere and alert everyone to what you’re doing, but it doesn’t happen. You snatch your laptop from atop one of his filing cabinets before scurrying back to the living room. Roy’s curled around Jason’s midsection, with drool leaking onto his abs. You roll your eyes at the sight, opening the corrupted laptop. 
After the last time, there’s now a giant crack stretched across the screen, crackling across the glass like lightning. The display flickers between a blinking blue error, colorful popcorn static and, strangely enough, the password box.
Your fingers hesitate as the password box flickers back onto the screen before typing, "tonight." 
You shut the laptop again, making quick work to remove the hard drive before throwing it into the last raging flame that remained. You silently placed the laptop exactly where it had been before getting dressed for what’s to come.
•••
This time, Gotham Bay isn’t so daunting when you approach.
You know this area has to be under high surveillance for them even to suggest you come back to the same location as the previous night. 
So, here you are. Waiting.
The cold, misty wind bites at your exposed ankles while you peer around for any signs of movement. You’re completely alone with only the squeals of Gotham’s signature cat-sized rats pattering about in the shadows to keep you company. 
Your weather app said it’s supposed to rain at some point and, although the sky is its usual murky fog, the moon still shines brightly. 
After wandering around the lot for a bit, you come to your final location: a dead end of warehouse buildings on one of Gotham’s loading docks.
The hairs on your arms stir awake, prickling your sensitive skin as they become erect. 
The familiar weight of eyes has been on you the entire time, but now it feels entirely different. 
There’s shuffling from behind you, then in front of you. 
Your arms come out to steady yourself as you back into the one area you haven’t heard anything from, but it’s a mistake.
You gasp as cold fingers grip your forearms with a bruising hold.
“I can’t believe the broad actually came here alone!” the Joker’s familiar laugh trembles against your ears in disbelief. “No, seriously.” His face falls into a frightening deadpan glare as he makes his way in front of you. All around him, hundreds of henchmen swarm into the dockyard. “I don’t believe you.”
His wretched voice slithers through your veins, wrapping around your beating heart like an unforgiving cobra. He watches your every minute reaction for any telling signs, but you offer him the truth. After all, it’d be fruitless to lie to him.
“I was just listening to my family,” you say with a shake of your head, wondering if you’ve made a mistake; no, wondering if you’ve misplaced your loyalty. You’ve already made your bed, though, so now you’ll have to lie in it.
The situation becomes all too familiar as Joker’s men swarm in to restrain your squirming form. Beefy arms tug and squeeze at every limb as if they’re trying to rip them off straight out of your sockets. You can’t help the grunts and protests you spout all the while, but Joker remains eerily quiet as he takes in the scene in front of him. 
It’s as if he’s testing that you’re really alone- like he still doesn’t believe you. 
His green hair bobs finally as he surveys the area once more before nodding with an impressed face. “Guess the girl really isn’t too bright,” he snorts cruelly. “Maybe that’s why mommy and daddy want you gone.” His creepy smile catches your breath in your throat. “You truly are just a worthless disappointment now, aren’t you?” he giggles. “An orphan with parents! Who’d’ve thought of that contradiction?”
“I want to believe they’re my actual family,” you say.
“Them?” The Joker actually laughs, no theatrics, just laughs at your stupidity as he hitches a thumb over his shoulder at nothing. “And how does that seem like it’s going?” he asks in amusement and comes around to tickle his fingertips lightly across your cheek. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, but first,” he skips around his henchmen, clapping frantically in their faces all the while, “how about a little family reunion? Let’s give ‘em a hand, folks!” 
His cackles are genuine as your parents emerge from the shadows. Their faces are smug as they take in your overpowered position.
“Mom,” you look at her with pleading eyes, begging her not to do this, “Dad, please.”
They disregard you easily, shaking their heads as they do, “This is how it was always going to end. We’ll get what we’re owed.” Your mother’s wearing a full-length ball gown she undoubtedly stole. Her expensive heels click against the ground as she cooly addresses you, “You won’t ruin this for us. You hear me?” 
She’s using her ‘don’t fuck with me’ tone and you are more than happy to oblige. Though you’re not used to being reprimanded by them, it doesn’t mean it’s never happened. You know exactly what kind of response she’s looking for.
You automatically agree, “Yes.”
You flinch backward into the men when she makes to slap you but stops just before the contact and, instead, caresses your face with her soft touch.
“Good,” she says. You slink back at her familiar hostility and eye her cautiously as she continues to linger. “Do not forget blood is thicker than water.” You could scoff if you weren’t actually so terrified of your mother. Words jam in your throat, suffocating you all the while. “And do not mistake,” she glares at you as she releases your face with a jolt of her hand, “that for the lasting good of our family name, your blood will spill.”
“Mom,” you whisper, eyes staring after her retreating form in hopes that some semblance of sense will befall her, but it’s in vain. “Please, help me,” you beg. “Don’t make me do this, please,” you continue to plead, but it falls on deaf ears.
“Do what, exactly? Seems like you’re pretty tied up at the moment!” Joker pops right in front of your face with a wicked smile that has you startling backward into your captors. “Perhaps another introduction is in order,” Joker teases. “I think it’s time you met my other half,” his voice drips with amused malice. All the while, his manic eyes refusing to leave your pained ones. “Oh, Two Face!” Joker sing-songs off to the right of you.
The shuffling of men and their sniffles in the cold is all you can hear for the longest time, then scuffled steps.
There’s no way you’re actually going to meet Two Face, right?
Right? 
A twinkling metal sound reverberates as the aforementioned man strolls forward, followed by crowds of men. 
Shit.
Two Face’s normal side is bathed in the moonlight first. You squint to get a better look right as his wicked side emerges from the shadows into full visibility. You can’t help but gasp. 
The comic books could never do his veneer justice. 
His hand is nonchalantly tucked into the white side of his suit while the scarred hand flips a hefty coin over and over again. 
Two Face’s daunting voice grumbles out your name with half a smirk adorning his grotesque face, “I’m sure by now you’re in on our little agreement, right?” The coin continues to glisten as it’s thrown into the night air with practiced motions. “How mommy and daddy sold you out when you were born?” You shake your head ‘no.’ “Oh, you’re not in on it?”
You spit at him, “Fuck you.” 
“Newsflash, brat,” he snaps with a wretched venom as he grabs your face. Your eyes are wide with fear as he shakes your face, seeming to switch between ire and calm sporadically. “The only thing you’ve been good for is your social security number. You’re worthless. They’ve had this organization created with the financial backing of this loon while you were still in mommy’s stomach.” You were truly born to die by the very people who’d brought you into this world. You shake your head as tears form, refusing to believe it but knowing it’s true. “Cry all you want,” he taunts, “but you’ll be dead before the hour’s up.”
He motions for you to see the time on his silver Rolex. 
2:39 AM.
Joker snickers while the two of them circle around you like vultures closing in on roadkill. 
You’re completely vulnerable in this moment. 
“Go on!” Joker hypes Two Face up, “Tell the poor little thing,” he tugs at your cheek as if you’re a baby, “how she’s going to save Gotham!” He jumps up excitedly and, if you weren’t sure he was unstable before, you do now. Every movement is jerky and completely erratic, never flowing into each other so much as clashing in a grandeur fashion.
Your dad sighs, rubbing irritably at the space between his eyebrows, “Our organization was built with the backing of Gothamite’s with a vision for a Gotham. A Gotham with the right rich people, which, of course, means taking money away from those who don’t deserve it. Worthy Gotham families would funnel money into our insurance scheme and funded, well-”
“Our research,” Two Face supplies. He stops pacing and his mangled side faces you. “With plans as grand as this, enemies of our organization would need to be dealt with swiftly and justly. A culling of Gotham’s wealthiest, so to speak. Thus, you came into play again.”
“Oh, oh!” Joker raises his hand up and down enthusiastically like he’s answering a question in class. “Me next!” 
“Why do I put up with this clown?” Two Face groans, turning to his main henchmen for an answer he’ll never find.
His yellow teeth are on full display as he gets in your face again. “You, my dear, are the only reason your parents were even included in the deal,” he informs you, sickening eyes searching for any emotions on your face, but now you’re more focused on the missing pieces. “Only under the stipulations that, A.,” he holds up a finger in front of your left eye, “the organization would kill you when it came time to collect our spoils and, B.” Another pale finger, this time in front of your right eye. “That you’d be the test subject for our eventual enemies' medicine.” He nods with sinister delight as horror settles across your face. “That’s right. You’ve been a dead girl walking since birth,” he’s up in your face, practically spitting vile through his now gritted teeth. “A pawn.”
Joker looks over his shoulder and nods for someone to come forward.
From the crowd, a skinny man with Joker face paint walks forward with a bulky briefcase and hands it to Joker with his head bowed.
“For our vision,” the man says. 
Joker takes him in with a disgusted look and brings down a fist at the base of the man’s neck. You can’t help but gasp in alarm as the man seems to go from standing to crumbling to the floor before you can even manage to blink.
“Don’t worry!” Joker pouts with faux concern as he punt-kicks the crumpled man in his side, causing him to roll over at the sheer force with a resounding crack. “He’s just on break! You get it?” he erupts into a fit of laughter, eyes remaining insanely open all the while.
He wiggles his fingers greedily like he’s dipping them into some deplorable cookie jar. The case clicks open, causing you to flinch and tightly squeeze your eyes together.
You stare at the glowing green tubes embedded in the case in front of you.
You glare as you turn to your parents, wondering if they even cared you were about to die, but they’re facing the Joker.
They were the ones who originally created the account and scheme itself, and, hell, they were even the ones to get you to show up here, yet they seem to have forfeited control to the Joker. The way their eyes constantly flick to him and how they verbally defer to him on what to do next, how can they not see they’re the henchmen in their own plot?
They’re the real pawns.
And you? You’re just stuck in the damn crossfire.
“Why two?”
“Easy.” Two Face’s bald eyeball scours around in its socket as he eyes your chest up. “I like a nice, even two,” he offers.
Gross.
Since they seem content to spill all this information, you wonder if you can get them to divulge even more. You continue your questioning, “What does it do?” 
You’ve been injected before, yes, but you’re after anything that can get you one step ahead of them. 
“Oh, say no more!” Joker traverses around Two Face gleefully, cutting him off in the process. The split man appears entirely done with his business partner now as if he’s seconds away from capping the clown. “We wouldn’t want to spoil the fun, now, would we?” Joker asks, his voice turns menacing as he peaks around the black side of Two Face’s suit.
“Tell you what,” Two Face’s haughty proposition seems only to be coming from the smirking side of his mouth. “Heads we inject you, tails we forget about the whole thing.”
You raise a dubious brow at his blatant lie. These fuckers don’t know how many comic pages you’ve poured over since middle school. You’re already familiar with their little schticks and a motherfucker like Two Face isn’t about to fuck you over.
“Heads, I go free,” you say with a nod his way, calling him out on his bullshit.
His mouth hitches, squeezing out a growl from the rotted corner, “I’ve already made my deal. Accept it or get injected anyway, brat.”
“Well,” you roll your eyes, “that’s not exactly fair.”
He sneers as he rapidly advances on you. “YOU THINK I GIVE A DAMN ABOUT FAIR? YOU THINK LIFE IS FAIR? LOOK AT ME. DOES THIS LOOK FAIR?” he pants rabidly with an animalistic look in his already wild eyes. After a brief moment, he clears his throat, schooling his face as he wipes at imaginary dust on his color-blocked suit. Two Face seems entirely entranced as he flips his coin, holding his hand over it to prevent the result from being revealed. His voice is contrastingly calm and collected when he addresses you again, “How does it feel knowing your family doesn’t care about you?” 
Your parents may know you have Red Hood and Arsenal on your side, but they definitely don’t know you have the entire Bat Family, too. Though they remain concealed, every member of the Wayne family stands at the ready on the surrounding warehouse rooftops to take down this horde of goons. 
You smirk when you hear Batman give the ‘stand-by’ over the comms system.
“I wouldn’t know.” 
Two Face’s face contorts at your response and, before he can reveal the Heads that lay underneath his hand, you see multiple shadows flitting down from the sky.
From here, it’s a flurry of rapid-paced movement as everyone moves in at once.
Robin’s the one who whisks you off and hands you off to Arsenal. You quickly duck behind the barricade they’ve created for you on a nearby rooftop.
Below, the sounds of war cries, clanking and pained cries ring out into the bay, reminding you of the very real situation at hand.
Robin looks at you, grabbing your hand in his. “I need you to stay safe,” his voice shakes out. “It’s selfish, I know, but just say the word and I’ll take you far away from here.” The whites of his mask hide effectively hide his usual tells from you. “It’s what father instructed me to do.”
Your breathing hitches, “You’re not going to?”
He’s going against Batman?
“I know you can handle yourself,” he sighs. “I also know you’d only blame yourself if anything happened to anyone here without you having a way to stop it.” Robin stares down at your connected hands. “Just promise me you won’t make me regret this.”
“Promise."
He isn’t able to look at you after this and he releases your hand at once. Robin takes down two men before tackling another group of them back down to the ground, knocking them out with the landing.
When you turn around, Arsenal’s tugging his trucker hat low enough on his head that you’re only barely able to see the wicked glint in his eyes.
“Well, wasn’t that just fuckin’ special,” Arsenal doesn’t try to hide the jealousy lighting up his voice.
Roy… Jealous… of you??? 
That’s fucking rich.
“Oh, come the fuck on,” you say with a roll your eyes. All the while, he fires off round after round of rubber bullets into the crowd of goons. “We literally fucked last night.”
He can’t argue with your logic and, instead, reach over for a fist bump. You leave him hanging easily with an unimpressed glare. 
“Damn, tough crowd,” Arsenal says. When a few of Two Face’s men get too close, he switches to his specialty arrows. 
You watch in a panic as the men attempt to close in on your barricade from either side of the building. You don’t have to worry for too long, though, as Arsenal wastes no time in firing off shots from his prosthetic. The arrows appear to have heat trackers in them as they trail behind the screaming goons. The burly men trample each other down the stairs in an attempt to flee from the fury of Arsenal’s bionic quiver.
You can’t help but watch with wide eyes. “Woah,” you mutter in amazement. You absentmindedly go to feel up his weapon, regretting it instantly when you feel its radiating heat. “That’s fucking awesome, I can’t even lie.”
“New favorite superhero?” he teases while waggling his brows at you from under his trucker cap.
You roll your eyes at his shit-eating grin, “Focus.” 
“I’ll take that as a yes, princess.” 
The original barrage of arrows seems to have done their job, but soon enough more of Two Face’s men break away from Nightwing down below. Once again, your barricade comes under attack as the burly men attempt to breach it again. 
Suddenly, Spoiler swoops in to start chipping away at the back of the wave, mainly Joker’s men, until Red Robin joins her at her side. You watch as they swiftly eye each other up with barely contained amusement at their predicament. Without hesitation, the two of them work in well-practiced coordination to tackle more of the horde heading your way.
The moshpit on the ground steadily thins as each Bat makes their way through the throng of henchmen, taking on multiple men at a time. 
This is good, you think.
Another glance around proves the two Robins are squaring off with Two Face, but still, Red Hood, Batman and the Joker are nowhere to be seen.
That’s… definitely not good.
A quick look behind you proves Arsenal’s already thinking the same thing.
Arsenal screams your name and you duck on instinct, watching in horror as two bullets become embedded in the armor of his stomach. He grunts, then cries out in pain as their weight sinks into his flesh. He makes quick work of the offending gang member before stumbling over to you.
“I can’t,” Arsenal chokes out as he slides down the front of the barricade, stomach clasped in his hands. Thin streams of blood trickle onto his pale arm as they weave syrupy paths in between the spatters of freckles. “I need you, please.”
You gulp, thinking back to how different those exact words sounded coming from him just the night before.
“I’ll protect you,” you promise, taking the Uzi strapped to his thigh in the process. You check the chamber out of habit, keeping a steady eye on the advancing men all the while. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”
A weak smile tugs at the corner of his chapped lips. “Go get ‘em, princess.”
You sigh, cracking your neck to either side and shaking out your arms as a mixture of Joker and Two Face's henchman clamor over the roof’s edge. They stalk toward you with disgusting, wanton looks in their eyes. 
You pump yourself up one more time, shivering as cold adrenaline settles across your entire body. They’ve got the wrong fucking one.
While they’re still some way off, you play crowd control.
You swiftly scatter the men with rubber bullets, only halting when you need to reload, but quickly realize you don’t have the time. Though you’ve managed to knock out 90% of the hoard, five hulking men remain.
You throw aside the empty gun with disdain as Arsenal fires off quick shots from behind. He manages to distract two of them well enough that you’re able to square up with the other three.
One of them scoffs as he takes in your battle stance, “I didn’t sign up to hit no fuckin’ bitch.”
“This bitch just took out Frankie and Tommy in seconds,” he reminds his friend. The man cracks his knuckles, grinning at you with a smile that's supposed to be terrifying but only causes you to roll your eyes. Henchmen always play into the same stereotypes, it seems, both in comics and in real life. “We’re takin’ her down. Then we’re takin’ her down,” he says with a wink. 
The other goons start howling with laughter as they close in on you like a pack of wailing hyenas. 
You’re ready for them as you steel yourself with the skills they’ve taught you that you didn’t have the first time around at the gala. 
Round two motherfuckers. Ding, ding! 
Your battle smile works its way onto your face, begging them to fuck with you.
They finally bite your bait and one of the men takes his swing. 
While they’re all large, bulky men, they’re entirely too slow for your speedy form. You dodge the haymaker easily, leveraging his uneven weight against him to send him sprawling straight across to the other edge of the roof. The remaining two men stare after him in shock. 
You use their distracted state to jump up and smash their skulls together. 
You waste no time in spinning around to help Arsenal with the two he’s been distracting. He’s already nearly at the ledge when you blindside the biggest goon by pummeling into him from the side like a bull, effectively knocking him away from Arsenal’s bleeding form. 
The other man is already extremely injured from Arsenal’s arrows and only takes a few swift hits before he’s knocked out.
The pleasant buzz of adrenaline feeds your ravenous hunger for vengeance, but it also blinds you.
You rush to where Roy is slumped over and panting in exertion. “R-” Even through his blood loss, he shoots you a glare and you correct yourself quickly, “I mean, Arsenal.” You shake your head quickly in apology. “Sorry. First day on the job and all, you know?” you try to joke, but the redhead is far too out of it to do anything more than gurgle around a small quirk of his lips.
While you’re tending to Arsenal, the first man you’d sent sprawling across the roof comes back to return the gesture. 
You’re airborne for what feels like a minute, though it can’t have been more than two seconds. 
You groan as your body skids agonizingly across the rooftop. The thick scratches you’ve just gained singe your skin, though the more pressing matter is that you’re currently halfway off of the rooftop. You blink, staring down at the battle below as you land in a way that leaves your head over the ledge. You blink again, realizing just how close you’d come to becoming sidewalk meat. 
Okay, no more looking down.
You hear thunderous steps advancing on you from behind, tussling through Arsenal’s barrage of firepower as they continue your way unhindered.
You pant, groaning as your scraped hands clutch around the ledge.
Now’s not the time to panic and it’s most definitely not the time to…
You look down again.
It’s a mistake.
You whimper, closing your eyes while praying that Arsenal can hold the dude off for just a while longer. 
You need to get back up. 
Though it’s not a technique the Wayne’s taught you, you pathetically wriggle backward like a snake, not even caring how ridiculous it looks so long as it gets the job done. Once you’ve backed up enough, you roll just in time to miss Joker’s henchman lunging to unleash a punch where you’d been trapped mere seconds ago.
“Holy shit,” you breathe with wide eyes as the humongous goon becomes momentarily preoccupied with nursing his mangled fist. “Oh, shit,” you curse, nodding rapidly to yourself as you scurry away from his distracted state and trip in the process. The goon hears your curse and his attention easily shoots your way like a shark sniffing out blood. He’s definitely angry this time as he slowly breaks into a full-on sprint your way. You scramble up on your wobbly feet, heartbeat thrumming in your ears as you race with a worried face back toward Arsenal. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy SHIT!” you screech as you duck and dodge blindly out of the goon’s reach. 
You distance yourself from the far ledge and close the distance between you and the dazed redhead.
When you know you’re about to run into the vigilante, you halt suddenly. Your feet skid backward across the dirty rooftop like a move straight out of the comics as you suddenly spin to face the assailant head-on. 
Your face shines with determination as you lean into your fighting stance. Milliseconds later, you’re ducking before popping back up to unleash an unforgiving fist upside the man’s chin. His jaw, or at least you hope it is, audibly snaps and the once intimidating man crumbles to the floor like a child. 
You drop to your knees before you can think otherwise, mind still completely absorbed in the attack. You gasp, feeling the tickling presence of emptiness meet your back as your calves slip from the ledge of the roof you’ve unknowingly found your way to.
Then, you’re falling, cutting through the signature thick, grotesque smog of Gotham.
“NO!” Roy screams your name with a raw pain you never want to hear again. With the way things are currently going, you won’t have to.
The rushing wind helplessly pushes its transparent strength against your body as you come closer and closer to your demise.
So, this is how you die.
Sorry, Damian, for breaking your promise.
You close your eyes, smiling, ready for whatever comes next.
Jason’s died before and he seems… Well, he’s… Who are you kidding? The kid’s still a mess, but, you know, now much less so.
It’s still comforting, regardless of Jason’s sometimes hostile disposition, that he has, in fact, died before. 
There’s no flashback of memories, there’s no words of wisdom, there’s no dramatic music. You’re alone with the beating of your heart and the wind.
The mere seconds tick on, feeling like minutes as you fall weightlessly into the unknown.
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        Instead of splatting onto the pavement below, the wind is sucked out of you as you land hard against... You squirm around to find none other than Batman. He glances down at you, checking you over for injuries before setting you down in a cleared area behind Nightwing.
There’s no time to recollect, well, anything, as you’re forced right back into battle.
“We need to get you out of here,” his eyes and stern tone leave no room for argument, though Nightwing’s quickly overpowered. “You shouldn’t be here in the first place,” he reprimands you, leaving you to shrug sheepishly in response. 
Before Batman can go for the comms, he’s swept back up into battle. His black cape flutters, obstructing you from view as he joins alongside the blur of Nightwing’s signature escrima sticks. 
From in front of you, you as watch Red Hood meets up with Joker in the midst of the sea of swarming bodies. 
This isn’t good… 
Red Hood grows more aggressive with the assailants, allowing his fists to come down harder and kicks to connect with a sickening power. You wonder if he’s even using rubber bullets anymore.
Joker, a few yards ahead of him, prances around, using anything and anyone in sight as weapons. In his fucked up mind, you suppose they’re mere props to further his deranged performance. 
Red Hood continues forward in the same merciless manner, blazing a war path with his usual ruthless demeanor. A particular cruel shot has you scrambling for Batman as Red Hood comes face to face with the man who killed him for the first time since the gala.
You stumble backward, unable to take your eyes off Red Hood’s brute power with sickening amazement. 
This isn’t right, though.
The Joker throws a grenade Red Hood’s way, but he just picks it up and throws it back, shooting it in the air just before it’s set to hit the madman. The explosion shakes the ground but is only a brief roadblock as your vengeful lover pistol whips the Joker across both cheeks. You watch as he drags the madman up off the ground by his green hair.
The thunderous explosion is finally enough to get Batman heading Red Hood’s way, though not before their wily opponent can climb into a loading crane. 
Shit. 
Like the battle hasn’t already been fucking hard enough, now we’re bringing heavy machinery into play? 
This is so entirely fucked.
The crane stirs to life, unleashing a terrifying, beast-like roar while the man behind it cackles gleefully. His first move is to lift the cargo box already loaded onto the crane and swings it rapidly over the raging battle. The metal crate thuds over the few henchmen Batman and Nightwing weren’t able to save.
You hide, using the shadows for cover as more cargo boxes are wildly swung around in the air and dropped like bombs on the throngs of people below. The Joker obviously doesn’t care who he hurts, throwing caution to the wind as his men get tangled up in the bloodshed. 
So long as people are getting hurt, Joker’s happy.
Meanwhile, Two Face frowns as he takes in the fight. He searches around for his next move, hightailing it once he sets his sights on a nearby forklift to even the playing field. 
“Yeah,” he snickers, turning the key as the engine roars to life. “Now, this is more like it.” 
His first target is a distracted Red Robin, who, upon hearing another motor revving, has enough sense to jump up, leaving Two Face to mow down his own men instead. The psychotic man seethes as he throws the forklift into reverse with a displeased grunt. 
Red Robin wobbles unsteadily before he’s thrown to the ground as the machine shifts into drive.
Without hesitation, you leap forward, snatching him out of harm’s way and nearly getting yourself run over in the process.
Red Robin looks down at you, stunned. There’s not much time to dwell, though, as the two goons not under the forklift lunge toward the two of you on the ground. Red Robin rolls the two of you to the left, then right, dodging each punch before popping up and unleashing a flurry of fists. 
Meanwhile, you scramble to your feet and wobble laughably into your stance.
The man quirks an unimpressed brow at you before following suit. “You gonna be a good girl for me, sweetheart?” he teases.
You huff. 
Men are so fucking dumb. If he’d just charged you instead of humoring you, you’d’ve been a fucking goner, but no. He wants to play? 
So be it.
Let’s fucking play.
He spits blood from his previous bat family encounters on the ground with a smile before charging at you with his bulky body. You wait until the very last second before simply stepping out of the way, sending him barreling into the brick behind where you’d been.
Now for the boss man.
Two Face seems to have forgotten you and Red Robin and you watch with horror as he bulldozes straight toward a distracted Batman and Red Hood. 
Batman shoves Red Hood out of the way of the metal rods the Joker’s unloading from a drastic height. It seems like he’s getting a better hang of the dangerous machine and it’s definitely not a good thing.
“I’m really starting to like this baby!” He giggles with glee, though it’s effectively cut off by wide eyes as Batman carefully traverses the windshield, bursting in through the opened door. “Uh, oh,” Joker slides across the seat in an attempt to exit through the other door but bumps into a seething Red Hood who blocks the only other exit. “Now, Batsy,can’t we just talk this out over a nice cup o’ joe-?” 
POW!
Even from where you’re standing, you hear the sickening crunch of the Joker’s now broken face. You watch as Batman takes the key to the machine and bends the metal with his bare hands to prevent further usage.
Red Robin sees Two Face getting closer to his family and makes a mad dash for the duo. He doesn’t slow any as he grabs Nightwing by the forearm to drag him over to put a stop to the father-son quarrel, “Back me up!” 
Nightwing quickly falls into step with him, “Right behind you.”
They throw Two Face from the driver's seat and lunge out of its path, leaving the forklift to crash into a stack of metal rods. The heavy metal clatters and tumbles to the ground with a roaring might and your heart stops when you realize you’re directly in the line of fire.
A flash of red and you’re momentarily weightless for the second time tonight. A quick look to the side proves Red Hood’s ditched the Joker to come to your rescue. You’re rendered speechless as he uncharacteristically, not to mention roughly,drops you back down to the ground to face Batman.
“How dare you stop me from delivering justice when this is the carnage he still leaves behind?”
You can practically hear the pain behind his robotic impediment.
When Red Hood socks Batman, you can practically feel the pain as his heavy fist lands in between the flexible joints between his armor. Batman grunts at the contact, parrying without a second thought, “Justice or vengeance?” 
Red Robin seems nervous as he aids Nightwing in holding their brother back. Red Hood easily overpowers them, throwing the two of them off of his muscular body like rag dolls.
Red Hood gets in his father’s face and although you can’t see or hear any of the emotion, his actions ooze it. “Are they not the same?”
This is not a man you recognize, well, not since first meeting him, at least.
You can’t just sit by and watch him throw away all the progress he’s made over the years in the heat of the moment. You need to stop this before it escalates further and you all lose sight of the actual mission: getting everyone in the family out of here alive.
You can’t lie. Earlier on the rooftop, you'd experience the same blinding rage. Seeing Jason like this makes you realize that, no, they’re not the same.
“Gregor Samsa!”
His red helmet snaps toward you and you don’t waste a minute further as you come to his side. 
Batgirl and Spoiler are covering you guys. Meanwhile, Nightwing and Red Robin hesitate, not knowing whether to intervene in family affairs again just yet or not. 
“Kafka?” his warbled voice sounds confused even through the modulator. “The fuck does the book Metamorphosis have to do with anything?”
Batman’s eyes shift to you as he continues to let Red Hood hold him up by his chest plate.
“I understand your pain, love,” you scramble for what to say as everyone’s eyes land on you after the pet name. “No matter how much you grow your calloused exterior, you will always be that ostracized little boy. You don’t want vengeance like this.” 
“Fuck YOU!” he screams, causing your eyes to go wide.
Red Hood front kicks his father in the stomach, sending him sprawling into a rapid pack of henchmen. He then spatters the men with rubber bullets before grabbing Batman by the cape, thrashing him across the ground like a loose whip. 
You’re seconds from accidentally screaming out his actual name in horror. 
It’s looking bad and you know you need to reach him before it’s too late. 
Nightwing’s taken to warding off henchmen while Spoiler leaps from place to place, trying to knock down as many of the goons who are waking back up as she can, but everyone’s steadily slowing down.
“YOU WANT ACCEPTANCE. You want LOVE,” you can’t help but shout again, “AND YOU HAVE IT. All around you, look.” You motion to each member of the bat family from wherever they are in the battle and he easily follows the action. “You and I owe that monster nothing, not even revenge,” you sigh as the weight of your words fully settles over you, knowing it’s true. “It’s not worth it.” 
He glances at his father once more before dropping his limp body and storming up to you. 
Even when he’s mad and terrifying, he can’t help but be dramatic. 
“So, what?” Red Hood asks, getting right up in your face as he looks down at you. It’s almost like he expects you to back up, but you don’t. You hold your ground and glare right back up at his dumbass. “We lock him up; he escapes, he kills and tortures again. Is that what you want?” 
It’s pointed at you and you know it.
“Not that this isn’t an amazing, touching moment,” Nightwing pants as he backflips and kicks two men upside the face at the same time, “but we kinda need some backup.” Numerous goons and Two Face lurk menacingly closer to your worn-out group. The assailants charge forward with war cries and the hero looks back towards his family, “Like, right now would be good.” He doesn’t even need to turn around to know when to flip out of the way. 
Batman gets to his feet, catching you off guard. It’s enough distraction that Nightwing’s able to chuck you over his shoulder and hightail it away from the action.
“What are you DOING ?!” you scream. You beat your fists against Nightwing’s back as you watch your loved ones get overpowered by the surprise attack. “PUT ME DOWN,” you wail, kicking at his firm stomach before leaning right next to his ear with a terrifying, low growl. “Dick motherfucking Grayson, you take me back there THIS FUCKING INSTANT,”your gritted whisper steadily ascends throughout your sentence until it reaches a shrill screech.
You begin to kick again until he finally does put you down.
“Jesus, fuck kid,” he groans and leans over like he’s going to puke all while flipping you off.
You have half a mind to break his fucking finger while he’s busy rubbing at the ear you screamed into, but you’re more preoccupied with getting back to Red Hood. Ten steps forward and you realize this is going to be a harder challenge than you’d previously thought.
Your brain buzzes numbly, feeling overwhelmed by the constant onslaught of everything. Through the buzz, you hardly remember thinking about anything at all other than keep moving. 
So, here you are. On the ground, embedded in battle, dodging attacks, hoping Arsenal is still safe on the roof and not, you know, dead. All while knowing that you’ve gone and put Nightwing out of commission by spazzing when he was only trying to save you.
You’re effectively surrounded until said hero backflips over the group of men’s heads, knocking a few of them out with his sticks along the way. 
You hustle to his side, circling back to back like you had when you sparred with Damian and him in the manor. Back to back with Nightwing, you feel all those sparring sessions smack back into your brain. 
He glances over his shoulder and down at you. “You ready to kick some ass?” he asks with a light smirk.
You offer him an apologetic smile. “I promise not to kick you this time.”
He snorts at you as the men close in, “Good thinking.”
You waste no more time as you unleash the flips and twists he’d taught you all those years ago. 
You hope to fuck that your kicks to his stomach didn’t set him back too much because you need his full effort behind you. Especially when all the exertion’s gone and torn open your stab wound. The pain radiating from it is becoming increasingly harder to ignore.
The goons you’ve got talk to fucking much and it’s driving you crazy. Their words and hollers only spur you on further, knocking the majority of them down with the other men in less than a minute. 
You’re startled when Nightwing suddenly calls out to you, “Switch!”
Your body moves on instinct.
The new group of men have been completely roughed up by Nightwing and all they need is a few more hits each before they’re out. 
Easy, right?
The first two take you on at once, while the third waits eagerly on the sidelines, screaming and chanting all the while to throw you off. You don’t let it work. 
Once again, you’re completely focused as they make to charge you, but you duck and roll out of the way at the last minute. You watch from the ground as they barrel head-first into each other and slump in a pile to the ground. 
Your stab wound has already begun to leak through your shirt. The stabbing pain has become so familiar that it merely becomes another numbing sensation added on to your overwhelmed body.
That just leaves…
“Well, well, well,” the balding henchman drawls as he advances on you. You wobble to your feet, hand covering your wound in the process. “You have moves, I’ll give you that.” He eyes you up and down.
You try to steady your panting breath, but you can’t seem to get enough oxygen into your aching lungs, no matter how hard you try. Nightwing’s grunts and witty retorts sound somewhere in the back of your mind, but a high-pitched ringing takes over the majority of your hearing. 
You’re shutting down and you know it.
A static settles over your body, humming with your declining energy and adrenaline. Now’s not the time to give in to it just yet, though. 
“You wanna fuckin’ fight, ‘er wha?” you tilt your head at him, albeit unsteadily, with your words starting to slur. You spit, tasting metallic ooze as you do. You hate how the weight of your head seems to be too much for your neck to support at the moment, but, hey, work with what you got, right?
He advances on you without another word. His strong fists are calloused and they graze your slowed movements with a heavy, unignorable edge. One hit from him will definitely be enough to knock you out if you’re not careful.
He scoffs at your unconventional stance and, in the same breath, brings down his fist in the center of your chest. The wind is painfully knocked out of you even after having stepped partially out of the way of the hit, proving your earlier point true- you need to avoid his hits, or you’re fucked.
You shake your head, unleashing a front kick, then a roundhouse to create more space between the two of you. Based on his smirk, he seems largely unfazed by your attacks and charges forward, ruining whatever measly distance you’d gained. 
You don’t have the will to try any flips, nor do you have the confidence that any of them will land, leaving you with whatever fumes of strength you have remaining.
Your head spins as you dodge a haymaker thrown toward your stomach and retaliate with a fist of your own. You have no time to celebrate the broken nose you’ve just given him before he’s coming back for more.
You can’t keep going like this. 
Whereas your energy leaks to the ground like a broken spigot, his radiates like a raging nuclear bomb that’s ready to envelop you whole.
Another hit, another parry; more energy gone.
You’re comically slow at this point, but he’s not going any easier on you, as evidenced by his kick that nearly costs you your balance.
“Nigh,” you pant. “Nigh- wing,” you cough, heaving blood in the process. You watch, hypnotized, as it spills onto the last clean part of your shirt. What hit caused it? You have no idea only that, holy shit, it’s a lot of blood.
It’s pathetic and the volume of your dying voice is only loud enough for you and the goon to hear.
“I said you have moves, but,” you look up just in time to get punched again with the same ferocity, “it’s clear that you’re out of them.”
His kick lands right smack on your stitched wound.  
You throw your head back and howl as the pain stabs you to your core, “FUCK!” 
You’re thrown back by the force and watch as a sinister grin finds its way across his face. “I’m gonna enjoy this a little too much,” he winks and wastes no time straddling you. He puts an intolerable amount of pressure on the stitches that remain intact. You nearly puke when the rest of them burst apart at his action. “Good thing church is tomorrow, yeah?” he breathes a chuckle across your squirming form.
You ignore his odd statement in favor of lucidly squirming, but it’s in vain.
Nightwing calls out your name, but he’s got five assailants on him who show no signs of slowing.
You whimper and struggle against the man, but the movement quickly becomes unbearable. Your eyes go crossed in absolute agony when the henchman leans forward again. The sickly pressure builds until a blood-curdling scream unleashes from the depths of your being.
You black out and wake up in thin yet sturdy arms.
“The-, the fuggin’,” you slur through the pain and blood loss, “ztitchezz.”
“I know,” Robin’s familiar voice coos in a calming manner. 
You’re set down somewhere relatively quiet, all things considered, though you’ve yet to fully open your eyes since being on the ground. 
“What’s it looking like?” That’s Nightwing. At least you didn’t leave him for dead like you did Roy.
“Nightwing, Arsenal needs back up on the roof over there.” 
Your eyes blearily blink open, blinking through the blurred haze to see Arsenal slumped behind the barrier, giving it his all. It’s obvious, even through your blood loss, that he doesn’t have much left to give due to his own blood loss.
“Got it, baby bird.” Nightwing gives him a tiny salute before somersaulting across the large space between the warehouse rooftops to race to Arsenal’s aide.
Once he’s gone, Robin walks over to where you slowly push yourself into a standing position.
“What are you doing?” Robin hisses as he rushes over to support you. “Stay down and out of sight. I should’ve taken you away from here as soon as everything went to shit. You have no business being here,” he grumbles as if he’s repeating what Bruce told him earlier and tugs at his hair. “I think I messed up,” he says finally. You don’t know if it’s your half-delirious state or if Damian’s always been this indecisive, but you watch him pace back and forth. He comes to a halt in front of you as you regain as much of your bearings as you can. “We’re leaving,” he demands.
First, Dick rips you away from Jason and now Damian wants you to abandon Roy?
Not happening.
No way in hell.
“Fuggin’ delusional,” you flick his nose and saunter, well, at least you want it to look like a saunter, to the edge, “‘F you thing I’m leavin’ ah,” you wince at a particular tug of pain, “without them.”
“You’ll get yourself killed, you suicidal dumbass,” he spits in your face. “You’ll only bring us down. Your training means nothing.”
You thought you’d already felt the worst possible pain imaginable, but no. His words cut deeper into you than any sais ever could. You can’t help but remember this same sinking feeling when Jason and Roy gave you the SOS bracelet, but, hey, look how many times that actually did come in handy.
They’re all only trying to protect you, you realize, in the only way they know how, but it’s not going to work. You’re already too involved with the plan being too far in.
You smack yourself a few times on the cheeks, bouncing unsteadily from foot to foot and wincing all the while. You steel yourself for one final battle as you hurry to milk any and all of the few remaining dregs of adrenaline within yourself.
“You said it yourself. I can’t just sit by while my family gets hurt on my behalf,” your slur is mostly gone and you use it as an opportunity to plead your case. “You’d have no time to take me anywhere and, even up here, I’m a sitting duck,” you gasp and duck when a stray bullet whizzes past the two of you as if to cement your point further. “Whether it be ricochet, blood loss, or suicidal tendencies, I really don’t give a fuck,” your eyes burn into his. “You’ll have to kill me right here and now before I let you keep me away from the men I love.”
There’s a slight hitch in his breath. 
He eyes you warily as you slouch into a starting stance, albeit a weak one. “I won’t fight you,” he warns.
“We’re wasting TIME, D-ROBIN!” you exclaim. Alas, your desperate pleas fall on deaf ears. “Training means nothing, sure, but will is everything,” you spit his words back at him from all those years ago. “The will to act.” Your breathing is shallow as you face your friend down. “Well, I’m here and I’m ready to act.”
He glares at the near slip-up and swiftly approaches you. “You’re no fucking hero,” your name hisses out between the cracks of his gritted teeth. “If I have to knock you out to get you to safety, I will,” he closes the remaining space with ease and whispers the next part, “and I will do it all without hesitation.”
“Don’t make me do this, Dami,” you can’t help that their alias’ and their actual names have become jumbled in your pain-ridden brain as you slip up again. “‘M gonna make it easy. Turn away and let me go.”
His mouth shifts as he seems to fight off tears angrily. “Yeah?”
You know he’s not going to let you. At the very least, you had to give him the out.
You choke, “Yeah.”
Even in your slowed state, you know the hit is coming before he can even pull the punch. 
You reach expectantly for his right arm, using your strength and his light weight to send him sprawling off the rooftop when the inevitable hit comes. 
You know you don’t have long before he catches his bearings and swings back up with his grappling hook.
You shake your body off as you come to the ledge. 
Nightwing made the daunting distance between the rooftops look easy, though, up close, it seems impossible. You know Robin’s hot on your trail and also that if you don’t hurry the fuck up, you’ll be noticed and shot.
So, with the pressure mounting, you fly.  
Kinda.
“OMPF!” Your body jerks against the side of the opposite building, smacking your wound against the brick with each reverberation. 
You don’t know how much attention you’ve drawn to yourself, but you can hear Damian behind you. You will not go gently. Your face scrunches up in a combination of pain, concentration and pure exertion as you lift yourself onto your forearms.
From here, you find yourself behind Arsenal’s barrier. He grunts as he uses his draining strength to tug you up to where the final stand is taking place. Below is filled with bodies, be they passed out or dead, littering the dock like leaves in the fall night. 
Red Hood shakes the ground with his landing when he joins seconds later with his guns ablaze. His dual handguns light up the rooftop with a barrage of rubber bullets that none of the goons are able to dodge.
“Rubber bullets?” Joker cackles as Batman socks him in the stomach hard enough to send spit sprawling into the air. “You’re getting soft on us, Hood!”
Red Hood wastes no time, swooping in to tug the Joker away from Batman. Batman makes to go after them but is quickly subdued by the last wave of henchmen that remain.
“Yeah? Not you, though,” his modulated voice is discernibly gritted as he unloads the rubber bullets and replaces them with ones that clink loudly into his gloved hands. “No, you get the fun ones.”
Your eyes whip over to him at his statement. 
After that touching speech, you still haven’t managed to get through to him?
“Oh, goody!” Joker claps gleefully, laughing when Red Hood unleashes haymaker after haymaker to his face. Each punch stains the vigilante’s leather gloves with an increasing amount of the lunatic’s face paint.
It’s horrid to watch, so you use it as a distraction while you finish pulling yourself up.
Roy’s- head in the game, you berate yourself- Arsenal’s worried eyes are the only ones to spot you so far.  He scrambles to kneel. His entire arm is painted red while fresh blood continues to ooze from the two bullet holes. “Hood, stop,” Arsenal’s weakened, breathy pleas fall on deaf ears.
Red Hood looks around rapidly as he becomes overpowered by a new swarm of Joker’s men. 
In his haste, he nearly puts a bullet in you.
You duck and roll out of the way with a pained groan. 
Now, everyone notices your presence.
Not good, not good. 
You shuffle backward away from the men who are significantly closer to you than any of the vigilantes.
There’s a brief moment of pause before chaos, once again, ensues and you become lost in the madness.
In the midst of Nightwing, Red Hood and Batman fighting off the swarms of goons, Joker manages to sneak up on you. You can’t even manage a scream before he covers your mouth and drags you closer and closer to the edge, snickering getting louder with each step. 
When you finally come to the edge, you don’t have a chance to look back to see if anyone’s noticed when he does the unthinkable. Though, when it comes to the Joker, is it really unthinkable?
“I do love a good reunion!” he says as he swings you around aggressively. “Now tell me- last time did you scream like this?” You try to hold in the urge as he tips you over the edge of the roof, but it’s in vain. A whimper, then a screech, unleashes from your throat. “Or like this?” Joker swivels you around and punches you square in the jaw. A pained cry escapes at the contact, much to your dismay. “No? Maybe more like this!" his voice darkens dramatically as he brings a knife to your throat. “You knew this was going to happen sooner or later! It’s called parallelism, darling,” his words are rushed with uncanny glee, like he can’t wait to get to whatever horrors that are coming next.
Red Hood’s hulking form is on him in an instant, charging across the rooftop to halt right behind his lanky form. 
The way Red Hood’s holding his gun against the greasy, green hair on his head, you’re nearly sure he’s going to shoot right then and there, regardless of you falling or not. You know what this monster did to the one you loved, what he’s done to you and your found family. You, admittedly, love Jason and hate to see how the hurt this madman’s inflicted has lingered year after year, but this isn’t the right way. 
Batman voices the same thing.
“Remember who your real enemies are,” Batman reminds a conflicted-looking Red Hood as he stares down at his gun.
Red Hood hesitates, looking from you to Arsenal, then back down at the chuckling clown.
Surveying the slowing battle, you see that Robin has your parents rounded up and Red Robin and Spoiler have Two Face at a standstill. Most of the gang members have already been knocked out, with the rest either fleeing or tied up, aside from a few still kicking both metaphorically and literally.
“Oh, enemies,” Joker drawls. “They’re like ex-girlfriends. I’ve got too many, HA!” he jokes, looking around at everyone’s serious faces. “Nothing? Really?” His face drops. “It’s all business with the lot of you, all about the money,”he spits with an exaggerated disgusted face. “What happened to the theatrics? That certain, je nais se quoi everyone nowadays seems to lack.”
“Shut up and help me, clown!” Two Face swings at Spoiler, attempting to flee to the roof, but she dodges and uses his force against him. He stumbles and ultimately falls back to the ground. “You do want your money, right?” he calls up to the madman. 
Joker looks at Two Face and your parents as he begins to cackle. He continues to hold the knife but uses the other to pull a gun. To your shock, it’s not trained on you but rather trained on his accomplices. He giggles so quietly you nearly think it’s a cough.
“Yes, it’s true, this started out as a way to get money, but that’s sooooo boring!” he drawls and Red Hood clicks his safety off. “I have a new… business,” he flounders his hand before producing, “associate, of sorts as it were. We share the same grandeur vision that this organization lacks. You see, a serum to kill off Gotham’s wealthiest families isn’t large scale enough for me, no. It’s just not effective for my type of work. Buuut, if you ask me,” he gets up close to you, “the potency, though ineffectually non-lethal, seemed just right the way you squealed.” He giggles gleefully, then stops abruptly, looking at you with wide, animalistic eyes. “So, I ditched the old and got with the new!” he cackles as his remaining men suit up in gas masks. Two Faces men scramble, looking around for any sort of guidance, but find none. You look and see Joker putting on his own mask, covered with a wicked smile dripping across its front. “Aw, shucks. Just for old time's sake, shall we?” 
Your brows knit together with worry as the knife is replaced by two needles wedged into your arm. You struggle, screaming all while ripping your arm from his hold, but it’s too late. Joker’s henchmen surround you, distracting Red Hood from Joker, but Arsenal’s already on his way for backup.
“What?” You feel the liquid coursing familiarly through your veins as it takes hold of you, washing across your entire body. “What did you do to me?” you whimper.
“I haven’t done anything yet. Just you wait,” he giggles in response. “Oh, Batman!” he calls, standing suddenly. You start to feel the injection take hold on you but are still able to hear an approaching helicopter. Already, your world becomes hazy as the familiar feeling courses through your veins with a sinister new twist. “Plans are so 2008, wouldn’t you say? But my new one might just have to wait! You know I love me a sequel!”
A rope ladder snaps down and Joker takes hold of it.
Over your comms, you hear Batman ordering everyone out.
In your steadily increasing haze, Red Hood and Arsenal come to your rescue.
He hums a jolly rendition of jingle bells loudly as the remaining Two Face henchmen on the ground and your parents succumb to the gas that spills in from the cargo bay. The chopper hangs low in the cloudy sky for a moment more as the Joker’s merry screeches echo across your ringing ears before the helicopter disappears into the twinkling smog of Gotham’s night sky, “And the Joker got awaaay!” 
His maniacal laughter crackles like lightning in the calming chaos of the night until he’s no more than a distant rumble in your fear-clouded vision.
Even though he’s physically left, the injections have you seeing renditions of him all around. From Robin Joker, to Arsenal Joker all the way to, quite honestly, the most terrifying one- a Joker-fied Batman. 
You desperately scurry to get away from the advancing group of Jokers, all wearing mangled versions of the Bat mantle. 
Your breath gets knocked out of you. You don’t even realize that you’ve fallen to the ground as distorted images of the Joker’s hands and the glaring lights of the city below suddenly overtake your sight. Through the haze, you vaguely note a scrawny person with long hair beside you(?) in the passenger seat, but you can’t be sure when your senses are still so warped. 
You shake your head and will the visions away to focus on the danger right in front of you. 
Joker’s horrifying smile is smacked across Nightwing’s semi-familiar outfit as he advances on you with hands held in surrender, but all you can hear is that horrid cackling. 
The group of Jokers, though howling, give you space. 
You scoot backward further with gasping, shallow breaths that only serve to suffocate you further. You start to shake, arching in pain when your back settles against cool brick. 
“Make it stop, please,” you cry weakly as visions continue to wrack over your mind. “PLEASE!” you scream until your voice is nearly raw.
Two Jokers remove their masks as they slowly approach your frightened form. You struggle to regain your breath as you fight off the toxin and prepare to fight off these fuckers too. That is until their faces slowly morph from contorted grins to the concerned faces of the men you love.
“It’s over,” they all try to assure you, but you just keep shaking your head in your hands. 
Your rocking ceases when they put their arms around you.
Though you’re reveling in their comforting contact, you could scoff at their naivety. How can they not see? How can they not SEE??? 
You pant, welcoming the cool rain as it begins to spill from to sky and onto your feverish face. The edge of the toxin is like an unescapable weighted blanket during a heat wave: relentlessly debilitating.
The drizzle picks up into a downpour, effectively dispersing the rest of the toxin just as the belfry chimes three, echoing rings into the night.
“No,” you manage as rain trickles down your parted lips. “It’s only the beginning.” 
You weakly pull Roy and Jason in to kiss them one after the other in front of all the Jokers before abruptly passing out. 
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A/N: another one of my faves to write! did i get you w the falling scene?? lemme know!
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attroxx · 6 months ago
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❛ @metrictita said . . . “are you afraid?” (from zaya, for mia… oh my god, imagining her actually seeing him going absolutely unhinged on sb. poor bbg 😭) ❜
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𝙕𝘼𝙔𝘼'𝙎 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆. maybe it was her brain trying to save herself from the scene before her. maybe she simply wanted to disassociate until she couldn't remember where she was. but all it takes is his question to send her crash landing right back into her body. suddenly aware she moves, head turning slightly to meet zaya's stare. she cannot read his expression. is it hurt ? sadness ? worry ? she isn't sure and even if she could tell would it help ? the princess doubts it. bile rises in the back of her throat, the smell of iron thick in the air.
this was her fault, in the end. the princess was far too kind, too understanding. had she just told the man off he may have left her alone and maybe zaya wouldn't be standing in a puddle of blood right now. the body is limp and mia can't exactly tell if the guy is conscious. for his sake she prays he isn't. the pain would be unbearable.
❛ afraid . . . ? ❜ it's a valid question, she supposes. but fear isn't the feeling causing her chest to ache or her hands to shake. it's guilt. if she just stood up for herself than people like zaya wouldn't need to be the bad guy. she may be afraid for the man's well being . . . but not afraid of zaya. she couldn't. not even if he did harm her. like a loyal dog she'd cling to him despite it all. he's all she has. the princess shakes her head, tears welling up in blue eyes. shaky hands curl into fists as she stares down at the body on the pavement.
❛ n - no i . . . i'm not afraid. ❜ more than anything she wants to take zaya in her arms and comfort him. tell him it's alright and that there was no need to explode on the guy. but instead of doing any of that she stands there, feeling frozen to the ground. after a long silence she takes a step and then another toward the body, bending down to check for a pulse. it's faint but it's there. mia breathes a sigh of relief. ❛ i don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me. ❜ sure maybe the man deserved a punishment for touching her but this ? not this. tears silently slide down her cheeks.
❛ so please don't . . . don't ever do this again. not for my sake. ❜
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horror inspired meme . . . accepting.
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wanou-dorm · 2 years ago
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More Hoshi Headcanon Discord Collection 1
Compilation of Various headcanons About Hoshiguma i posted on Discord (child Abuse and eating. Disorders. , Mentioned)
Melanie- @twsted-princess
Every others character mentioned @fumikomiyasaki
Hoshi was thought to be a Monsterblood as a Kid  due to fact  that his form shifted a lot usally at Night  but Hoshi never made a Huge fuss and He always his Normal  self  among other things , It’s possible that he could be Monsterblood but he’s mostly  oni . He was still Chubby as a Kid .
Hoshi has a lot of Self Confidence issues mostly stemming from  some Horrid Foster  Parents if the home didnt have a Problem with Shu they had a problem with Hoshi it mainly stems from his Chubbiness as a Kid(he’s a bear an onikuma ) you now those People who’ll comment “ Oh your. Getting Seconds or You’re still hungry.” Among other things Yea those kinds of People 
it’s sad cause a lot  of these Homes wouldn’t allow him to help cook and often wouldn’t give him stuff that they’d believe would make him gain weight (some of the house wouldn’t even give him fruit because Carbs ) that how he ended up getting Fixated on  stargazing and Astrology .
This contributes to his low self esteem and confidence which he hides very well ( he only has one eye of three open )
Haku Says that he probably has a binge eating disorder due to this harsh restrictive diets  that didn’t take into account his Species as an Oni and also you know a Bear.
He did not Trust Carol or Melanie as his Ex looks Like they the Fusion Dance , He also doesn’t Like Francine or Mythra as they Are Similar to his Ex in personality  without any of parts that make them good.
 Shu says Hoshi was Blinded by Love  to  notice She was Just dating him for points . Due to the fact That Hoshi was considered the prettiest before his Ex revealed his true form to the entire school
his Ex gose to RSA and is Twsted from Chacha
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Hoshi generally has Some “ Yandere” Tendencies  but not anything to extreme just his obsessive nature and devotion which why Harsh break ups affect him so badly. It’s why Kemuri judges Everyone he dates with Real time  bullet hell gameplay.
Hoshi Philosophy on Tarot reading is as Follows,
Tarot Card  are met to  be a guide not an Absolute Be all end all , You can still take steps to Prevent or Anticipate bad Predictions and Persevere Good ones (even though his Readings are mostly Accurate due to fact to His Passive ability to Attract Strange Phenomena , He’s Unaware of this )
Yes he has this to Rubina  and Flynn
alot of Other Poisonalle  Students (many of Whom have been thrown into the Pavement for annoying him too much ) ||who often ask   Things  that Hoshiguma ,bars himself from doing Regularly
- Answering Yes or No Question- he might do it to if it’s a flirting attempt
-Answering Time sensitive Questions.
 ( … This probably Happened  a few Times before  Flynn’s Overblot , Hoshi denied him a Prediction as He quickly Figured out that he was asking a time sensitive question and he was getting irritated)
- not letting him Explain the Fortune ( Again , Poisonalle chapter) 
-  making him Draw extra Cards for Clarification … big Nono You will be Headbutted .
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userchai · 11 months ago
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You're awesome and so is everyone named in the bitchfit that rando threw. That jackass is just jealous, and has nothing better to do than troll people. If they have a problem with non-white people, curvy people, and or members of the LGBTQIA+ community that shit's on them and only proves how flea-sized their brain is. It's sad how some folks are so starved for attention that they feel the need to anonymously attack people online in some pathetic effort to make themselves feel better about their dad little lives.
TLDR - Fuck the bigoted jealous haters and the pavement princess compensatormobile they rode in on.
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couldn’t have said that any better, you are so sweet thank you honey!
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e1igius · 2 years ago
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cheeks squish under soft fingertips and blue eyes roll in a light playful gesture. they met while tipsy , spent most of their time together drunk thinking about the ways the word spun and why the sun had managed to find this little part of the galaxy to shine on and yet , he doesn't think he'd ever seen her trashed before. it's rather amusing , though there's a sadness that peaks in through the back of his smile , int he corner of blue eyes , just watching slurred words and rosy cheeks carefully. sometimes they can go too far , and the evening has apparently already gone far enough for one of them. and still , he can't feel anything more than just relief at the idea that she's okay. it's one of the only things he still worries about , he knows how men think , because he knows how he thinks , and if he were a worse person the ease with which convincing a drunk girl to go home with you was concerning.
he's ripped from a train of thought by her holding up high heels and dangling them in his face. he's never understood those , they look like some sort of mid-evil torture device once they get past an inch or two if anyone asked him. the angle of the food could not be comfortable. her admittance to his thought processes made him laugh just slightly , shaking his head and nodding as a rather vivid image of her kicking off the uncomfortable shoes comes to mind in his imagination. ❝ alright , no walking. ❞ he looks between her and the truck once more , there was one very easy solution to the problem. he just wasn't sure if the picture of a grown man carrying---- carry me. he blinks a little , eyes daring back to sawyers in an instant , well at least they had the same idea. and there was worse things to happen in the world than have the bouncer think you're some creep. so he nods.
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she can't be heavy. he is pretty sure he warms up with her weight on the bench. ❝ oh no , i have to carry you ? the torture. ❞ his sarcastic and playful tone are certainly there to help make light of the situation. but regardless he motions for her to put her arms around his neck , guiding them there gently , not wanting to rush her or make her feel uncomfortable this was going to have to be quick. and he was going to have to be careful with the dress , otherwise she'd end up flashing strangers ( not that there was anyone around them at the moment ). one she's in position , it's a soft ❝ ready ? ❞ but he doesn't wait for the confirmation. in one swift movement he's up , one arm wrapped around her body keeping her against him , the one hand on her left leg keeping her up. he'd expected it to be a little more difficult , considering no matter how light a person was dead ( or drunk ) weight was always a hassle to move around... but she'd come easily. her frame was just small compared to his , it was like something straight out of a movie. he looks at her their faces only a few inches appart now. ❝ y'haven't been in m'truck yet have you ? ❞
the chevy silvarado was nice. it was one of the few things that he had actually decided to spend money on when he got out of prison. while huck's apartments' stayed rather minimalist , the truck was the opposite. leather seats , upgraded sound system , wireless chargers , the whole nine yards. it was a little piece of home , though she had been a pavement princess for almost half a year now. when they get to the car he has to shift his hands , dropping his hand off her leg to open the truck door ( thank god for proximity unlock ) , he doesn't set her down on the floor however. waiting instead for the door to be open enough for him to set her down on the passenger seat. ❝ y'got everything ? keys , wallet , phone , shoes ? ❞
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𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘,  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘  𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  𝐈𝐍  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑.  countless  times,  had  she  found  herself  in  a  similar  situation,  where  she  didn't  know  where  she  was  or  how  she  got  there;  how  she  lost  her  friend  group  by  taking  off  with  little  regard  for  her  safety.  reckless  was  a  word  that  often  used  to  describe  her,  at  least  when  she  had  more  than  enough  for  the  world  to  spin,  her  legs  to  feel  less  and  less  like  her  own  and  she  gave  up  on  wearing  the  all  too  uncomfortable  shoes  she'd  decided  to  try  and  commit  to  for  the  night.  it  was  a  moment  she  was  living  in,  holding  the  straps  of  her  heels  in  her  hand  as  she  walked  out  of  the  club  to  the  back  of  it,  ignoring  the  fact  that  her  feet  could  easily  find  some  sort  of  sharp  instrument  that  could  cause  harm.  
all  the  while,  her  phone  seemed  glued  to  her  hand,  texting  huck  that  she  was  in  trouble,  that  she  didn't  know  where  she  was.  inhibitions  were  lost  to  her,  not  caring  for  the  fact  that  she  was  possibly  interrupting  his  night  or,  at  least,  not  thinking  about  it.  she'd  most  likely  care  once  that  realization  came  to  her;  in  fact,  she'd  be  devastated  and  beyond  embarrassed.  the  last  thing  sawyer  wanted  to  be  was  a  burden,  someone  that  another  had  to  take  care  of  and  babysit.  but  in  her  state  of  mind,  all  she  wanted  was  some  sort  of  attention,  some  evidence  that  someone  cared  about  her.  why  she  chose  huck  for  such  a  thing,  she  couldnt  say  she  didn't  know.  it  was  deeper  than  just  friendship,  as  much  as  she  didn't  want  to  admit  that  was  the  reason.
huck's  worry  bled  through  his  texts,  causing  sawyer  to  feel  a  flutter  in  her  belly  that  she  didn't  know  was  even  possible  to  still  exist.  it  had  come  and  gone  throughout  her  teen  years,  but  once  she  had  hit  twenty,  she'd  lost  all  hope  in  finding  any  sort  of  pure  affection  for  someone.  she  stopped  expecting  that  people  gave  any  sort  of  care  about  her,  that  she  was  never  going  to  recieve  the  same  amount  of  excitement  and  genuine  intrigue  in  knowing  and  caring  for  people  in  return.  
then  huck  showed  up.
well,  then  she  found  huck,  was  a  more  appropriate  and  accurate  statement.
'i  see  you'.  sawyer's  head  whirrled  around  in  different  directions,  eyes  lazily  scanning  as  her  brain  struggled  to  keep  up.  how  much  had  she  drank?  what  else  did  she  take?  molly,  probably.  her  friends  always  encouraged  uppers.  
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finally,  her  eyes  landed  on  huck  and  her  lips  pulled  into  that  contageous  bright  smile.  sawyer  didn't  know  when  she'd  taken  a  seat,  when  she  found  herself  on  the  ground,  but  judging  by  the  fact  that  nothing  hurt,  she'd  gotten  down  on  purpose.  huck  waved  at  her  and  all  she  could  do  was  wave  back,  unable  to  trust  herself  in  getting  back  on  her  feet;  it  was  miracle  she'd  managed  to  make  it  down  unscathed  in  the  first  place.  so,  when  he  neared  her,  her  head  continued  to  crane  back,  her  eyes  never  leaving  his  face  as  he  rounded  to  crouch  in  front  of  her.  all  the  while,  her  lips  remained  with  that  same  smile,  lazy  and  almost  sleepy.
❛  you  did!  mister  detective  over  here.  ❜  her  words  were  slurred,  obviously  inhebriated  as  she  reached  out  her  free  hand  to  gently  and  playfully  pinch  his  cheek.  she  released  it  a  moment  later,  turning  her  head  towards  where  he  gestured.  it  felt  like  a  hundred  miles  away,  her  lip  jutting  out  in  a  small  pout  at  the  realization  that  they  needed  to  actually  move  to  get  her  back  to  her  apartment.  attention  turned  back  towards  him  them,  gaze  scaning  over  his  face  before  she  shook  her  head,  ❛  i  don't  think  i  can  get  up.  i  also  took  m'shoes  off.  ❜  it  was  then  that  she  held  up  her  shoes  for  him  to  see,  ❛  they  hurt  my  feet.  ❜
a  loud,  faux  sigh  left  her  before  her  smile  returned,  ❛  guess  you're  gunna  have'ta  carry  me.  ❜
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mammondrivesamazdamiata · 2 years ago
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Obey Me! Characters as American Gen Z Archetypes
I have literally no clue where this came from but a lot of them come from experience so enjoy it pls
LUCIFER 
- the military dude
- you know what i’m talking about
- one of those guys who starts talking about joining the military in like 6th grade and then actually does it, but it’s just lucifer joining dia’s army 
- posts his fitness gains on devilgram 
- looks so good in a uniform
- probably has a really hot motorcycle
- also probably has a devilgram for his motorcycle
- all of his puns are super out-dated and on the cusp of being millennial humor
MAMMON
- one of those friends that asks you to cashapp them for the soap you used at their house after they called you dirty
- really into crypto
- man is INVESTED in stocks
- will NOT shut up about NFTs
- will only listen to podcasts while driving
- has a stupidly modded car that sits four inches off the ground and scrapes the pavement every time you guys pull out of a mcdevil’s drive thru
- says he can play the guitar but only knows the chorus to Africa by Toto
- that friend that always wins on lottery tickets
- loves eminem
LEVI
- ipad kid
- sticky :(
- lucifer had to ban his roblox account due to overspending
- does a really good minecraft villager impression
- does pencil flips badly and drops them in class over and over
- naruto runs
- band kid
- specifically cymbals
- wears crocs/slides without socks
SATAN
- emo
- writes terribly sad poetry and cries about it
- was probably really into creepypastas when he was in middle school
- he pierced his own lip with a sewing needle to get snakebites. they got infected and lucifer forced him to take them out. 
- has probably punched a hole in the wall
- tried to learn how to skateboard to be cool, but he ate shit on a ramp one time and broke his elbow and never picked it up again after that. 
- Trying to get youtube famous:  “my name is satan, the acidbath princess of the darkness” - “and i’m luke”
- went through a goth phase                                                                                                                   
ASMO
- a thot
- posts nudes on public devilgram story
- but they’re really good??
- has another devilgram account for a selling his clothes
- would curl his hair in class
- sprays perfume everywhere
- went overboard with highlighter and overdrew his brows in 2016
- actually such a nice person
- probably got into crystals and spirituality later on
BEEL
- vape master
- they’re also an accessory
- probably has a drawer full of old vape batteries and carts
- disposable vapes everywhere
- he likes the flavored ones
- will do cool smoke tricks for you
- wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat - “where’s my vape??” 
- will swerve off the road digging his hand between the seats to find his vape
- fucks heavy with dojacat
BELPHIE
- a Relatable Teen
- hates life
- a total mess
- sleeps to avoid problems
- has a squishmallow addiction
- wears a snuggie everywhere
- shitposts on ifunny
- watches rick and morty 
- an among us fiend
- is the first one to fall asleep at the sleepover
- probably addicted to tiktok and roblox
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jeyramarie · 3 years ago
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Midsummers- Pogues x OC
summary: it’s party time on Figure 8 which brings a ton drama and questions, as usual.
wc: 3,038
a/n: here it is!! believe me it’s gonna get crazier. happy reading 🦋
prologue~ pilot~ the lucky compass~ the forbidden zone~ spy games
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Previously on good life… 
“Wait for me outside tomorrow.” Rafe nodded and she got out of the car quickly walking to her front door. Fallon waved at him before walking in, feeling dizzy from the special moment. The kook smiled and drove to his house as a certain pogue stared at the car. JJ stood alone on the street, holding flowers, completely shocked at what he had just seen. He wanted to go to Fallon to apologize for what happened but instead he showed up to see the kiss. He took a deep breath and walked around, making his way back home as he threw a dozen roses to the side of the road. 
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The day finally came, with a bright morning sun and a cool breeze. Midsummers, a day where rich people gather in nice dresses and flower headsets to talk about their wealth. Of course, pogues were never invited nor allowed to go. It would be like putting a prey in its predator‘s cage. 
Kiara and Lani decided to get ready over at the Carrera’s. It was the kook’s first midsummers which gave her a lot of anxiety which caused the pogue to invite her. Lani didn’t know what to do with her hair, giving Kie the perfect opportunity to have fun with the kook’s curls. 
“So these are going on my head?” Lani asked as she held white flowers while sitting on Kie’s vanity chair while her hands were moving around the curls. 
“Yes, they are. Almost everyone wears them.” 
“What color are yours?” 
“Purple, I think. I’m not sure what color my mom chose.” Kie said, lifting her brow in confusion as she braided a section of Lani’s hair. They stayed in a comfortable silence the rest of the hair process, until the kook was about to start her makeup.
“So, what’s going on with you and JJ?” Kie timidly asked as she braided and pinned her own hair. 
“Um.. nothing’s going on. We’re just friends.” 
“I don’t know, you guys seem pretty close..” Lani turned her head to Kie and stared sincerely as she put down her powder brush. 
“Nothing’s going on, I promise. He’s like madly in love with Fallon anyway.” They chuckled and the pogue looked in the mirror feeling a bit more relieved. 
After an hour, both girls were done with hair and makeup which only left the dresses. Lani wore a satin yellow dress, similar to Kie’s but it had a lower cut on the back. Meaning that she couldn’t really wear a bra for it. They were gossiping over customers from the Wreck when Ana bursts through the door, quickly walking towards Kie’s bedside table. 
“Sorry girls, just borrowing some earrings.” she smiled as she tilted her head to put them on. Kie and her mom, out of nowhere, start to talk about what has happened after the storm. About how people over at the Cut don’t have water nor power and yet the Kooks are enjoying a party. Lani just sat there, looking at them arguing, not knowing where to go or what to do. Ana concluded the argument when she told them that it was time to go. ‘Finally.’ Lani thought as she grabbed her small purse and walked outside. 
When they arrived, everyone was piling outside waiting for the Cameron’s to arrive. The waiters were walking around, holding platters of small portioned foods as other’s held mainly alcoholic beverages. Lani spotted Pope first and nudged Kiara’s arm, making her look to find the pogue carrying things with his dad. As they went and talked to the pogue, Fallon stood outside waiting for Rafe. She tapped her heel against the pavement in a constant rhythm, feeling nervous about everyone’s reaction to her walking in with the Kook king. Especially her friends’ reaction (she didn’t care about Lani’s). 
“Are you waiting for someone, ma’am?” a voice asked, making her smile, knowing exactly who it was. 
“As a matter of fact, I am. I’m waiting for a tall, handsome man. Maybe you’ve seen him around?” Fallon said smiling as she turned around to see a grinned up Rafe. 
“You look… wow.” he said as he grabbed her hands, taking a better look. 
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” 
“Are you ready?” She nodded and intertwined her fingers with his as the Cameron’s began to make their entrance. Ward and Rose walked in first, then Wheezie, Sarah, leaving Rafe and Fallon for the end. The pogue looked around with a bright smile on her face as she walked out on the beautifully decorated porch. She stayed looking around for a bit until she saw her friends. All three of them looked at her with straight confused faces. 
“Fallon and Rafe? When did that happen?” Lani asked Pope and Kie who stayed looking at the pogue in shock. 
“I-I don’t even know what to think right now.” Kiara stuttered as her mouth stayed agape. They stared at them for a bit until the kook decided to change the subject. 
“Have any of you talked to JJ?” 
“No.” Pope said dryly, turning around to handle the food he was serving. 
“He's probably fine. He has the survival instinct of a cockroach.” Kie said, turning her face away from the Cameron’s to look at her friend, who had a worried expression. They ignored Fallon for the rest of the evening, not wanting to handle that situation at the moment. Lani stayed with Kiara drinking from their slightly alcoholic beverages when JJ showed up. The kook was explaining something to the pogue as she saw something from the corner of her eye, she turned as saw the blonde making her gasp. Lani gave Kie her drink and quickly went to the dance floor just when he was turning around to leave. 
“Lani!” “JJ!” they both said happily resulting in a chuckle which quickly ended when the kook saw the bruises on his face. 
“I was worried yesterday.. I’m pretty sure your dad didn’t tell you but I was the one that bailed you out..” 
“You bailed me out?” 
“Yeah, I- I just had to do something.” Lani said with sad eyes as she fidgeted with her fingers. Suddenly, he pulled her towards him by her shoulders and wrapped his arms tightly around her. She wrapped her arms around him taking in his beach boy scent. 
“I saw what he did to you… I don’t know what I can do to help but you’re always welcome in my house.. You know, if things seem to get out of control or something.�� she muttered into his neck making him tear up. No one has ever been this kind to him, ever. 
“That’s enough, Lani. You have no idea how thankful I am.” he said and sniffled, then pulled away. 
“I have to do this shit for John B. I’ll see you later.” the kook nodded and watched as he jogged away, inside the house. Lani walked back to the porch and stood next to Kie who handed her a drink. The pogue turned her head to the side and saw a very (disgusting) explicit site. Fallon and Rafe were making out against the porch railing, in front of everyone. 
“Ugh, can they be more disgusting?” Lani turned her head as she drank her beverage, immediately choking on it. 
“Oh my god, he’s literally massaging her throat from the inside.” she coughed out putting her drink back on the table. 
“I still don’t know why or how that happened.” 
“I’m as clueless as you are, Kie.” 
“It’s disgusting really.” The pogue stared as she grew more and more uncomfortable. 
“Let’s just not look at it.. Okay?” Lani said, turning Kiara by her shoulder. 
“What did JJ want?” 
“I don’t know. He said something about him doing some shit for John B, I don't know.” she shrugged and before Kie could answer the same blonde was being taken outside by one of the guards. When Fallon heard the commission she parted away from Rafe and turned her head towards the noise. To see the pogue already staring at her in disappointment. JJ finally got out of the harsh grasp as he walked out into the dance floor, yelling all sorts of things. 
“Let go of him!” Kie shouted, making her parent’s head turn to her immediately. 
“You can’t boot him!” 
“Excuse me, ma’am?” 
“Really?” Mike asked angrily.
“I invited him here.” 
“Kiara, stop it.” Ana said with gritted teeth as she grabbed her daughter’s arm. 
“I am a member of this club.” The guard got so focused on Kiara and her “speech” that he did not realize that his grip on the pogue was beginning to loosen. Giving JJ the perfect opportunity to break away from the grip and start to jog backwards. 
“Sorry bout that. Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, Kie. Pope, Lani, you too.” He shouted pointing at all his friends until finally making eye contact with ‘his girl’.
“Princess, come on!” Fallon smiled and looked up at Rafe with sad eyes. She turned around and started walking down the stairs of the porch towards the dance floor where JJ and John B waited. Pope took off his apron and ran towards his friends while Heyward shouted at him to come back. Kie turned to her parents and apologized continuously as she walked backwards towards the stairs, ignoring their shouts. Fallon was almost with them when she saw Lani running towards JJ. 
She jumped into his arms and he gave them a twirl making her stop dead in tracks. The pogue stared as they smiled at each other with joy. JJ put the kook down and turned to make sure that Fallon was behind him. Once he saw her stand in the dance floor alone he stopped too and stared at her with nothing but sadness. Her eyes became watery with tears as she slowly turned around and walked back to Rafe who received her with open arms. JJ saw the whole thing, feeling his heart crumble as the Kook king hugged the love of his life. Rafe looked over Fallon’s shoulder to see the blonde still standing there, without a second thought he gave JJ a death stare to warn him. 
“JJ! Come on, man!” John B called out from the van when he noticed the blonde still far away. He snapped out of his trance and ran to the van quickly getting in. 
“My dad’s already going to kill me so can you please explain what’s this mandatory meeting for?” Pope asked, getting comfortable on the seat next to Lani. 
“Might as well tell them, man.” JJ said as he changed out of the suite he had worn to pose as a server earlier. 
“So.. the gold never went down with the Royal Merchant.” John B grinned as he switched his head from his friends back to the road. 
“Oh my god.” Lani muttered in annoyance as Kie rolled her eyes and Pope groaned. 
“Not this again, John B.” 
“Seriously, dude?” 
“Just hear me out, please.” He said as he pulled into a secluded part of the beach, between the trees. JJ got out first and started a fire while John B put down a few beach chairs and a big tree log. Everyone sat around the fire, staring at the kook who started explaining everything about the gold. It never left the island, about Tannyhill. Everything was smooth sailing until a certain name was brought to topic. 
“Sarah Cameron’s coming tonight-”
“Hold on, Sarah? W-why Sarah?” Kie said cutting John B off in the middle of his sentence. 
“Oh boy.” Lani muttered under her breath as she spread out her dress. 
“She.. um.. She got me into the archives in Chapel Hill yesterday. That’s how I got the letter.” The pogue said nervously as everyone stared. 
“You were in Chapel Hill?”
“He’s mackin’ on her.” JJ muttered looking at his shoes with his hands in his pockets. 
“I wasn’t mackin’, I’m just using her for access.” 
“There was access alright.” 
“J, stop.” The kook said softly as she nudged her head to the side signaling to the pogues. 
“Did you tell her about the treasure?” Kiara asked with furrowed brows as John B stuttered out an answer. 
“I was trying to get into the archives-“ 
“Is that a yes?” She yelled, feeling betrayed. 
“I left out key details!” He shouted back making Lani’s eyes open wide, no one expecting him to shout back. 
“What? You let a Kook in on our secret?!” He was about to answer as he pointed at Lani to make a point but her anger was louder. 
“What about Pogue Lyfe? What about our t-shirt company, bro?!” 
“I’m just using her for information.” 
“Why don’t I believe you?” 
“Okay, guys let’s just.. breath, okay? I get you’re both crazy annoyed at each other right now.” Lani said standing up as she looked back and forth between the pogues. 
“I’m trying to make us filthy rich here.” Then he moved on to explain what he’d do with the money. 
“You can’t trust her.” Kiara said, looking at the pogue with worried eyes. 
“What did she do to you, anyway?” The kook asked, ignoring the boys’ bickers. 
“She’s like… like a spitting cobra.” The pogue stated moving her hands to simulate the animal. 
“Cobra’s spit?” Lani whispered, leaning towards Pope. 
“Yeah they do, there’s like this tiny opening in their mouths-“ 
“Listen to me! Whatever we get she’s gonna try to take.” Kie shouted, interrupting Pope’s explanation. 
“I’m sorry about Fallon.” Lani said sitting next to JJ who stayed quiet for a while.
“Nah, it’s fine. Just… wasn’t expecting it, you know?” The kook nodded in understanding and grabbed his hand. 
“I know it’s hard but you’ll get through it.” The blonde smiled at Lani as his grip on her hand became tighter.
“Thanks.”
“No problem, J. I’m here for you.” 
After some more arguing between them, they all got into the Twinkie and started driving towards Hawk’s Nest. John B pulled up a bit far away, afraid someone would see him, and began to discuss the plan again before he got out. The teens were left alone inside the van giving Pope time to explain the whole spitting cobra thing. Minutes went by when screams were heard from afar, it sounded like Sarah. Lani noticed first and quickly climbed out of the van, making a run for it. John B had been pushed off the tower, landing flat on his back. Sarah was crying hysterically over him as she asked him to wake up but nothing happened. Pope called for an ambulance as JJ asked the Kook princess what happened on the tower. 
After what felt like hours, the ambulance arrived taking John B away with Sarah who had strict instructions on keeping the pogues updated. JJ drove Pope and Kie to their house which left Lani to be the last. She knew he felt bad about Fallon and Rafe but she felt the need to talk about it, as a good friend she is. 
“Are you okay?” She asked softly not wanting to startle the blonde. 
“Um, yeah..yeah. Why do you ask?” 
“That whole weird thing between Rafe and Fallon. I know you saw it too and I know you like her so..” 
“Yeah, it was weird but I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” He said, giving the kook a fake smile. Lani didn’t ask anything else since it was obvious JJ did not want to talk about it. All the way home, the only thing she could think about was if Fallon was thinking about the blonde the same way. 
“So what happened back there with Maybank?” Rafe asked as he sipped from his drink, standing next to Fallon who was leaning against the railing of the porch. Watching the employees clear tables, fold chairs and unhinged the fairy lights. 
“Nothing, just… I thought it was gonna go differently. I was wrong.” She chuckled dryly, turning to him. 
“I’m glad I stayed here with you though. I had a nice time.” Fallon continued, placing her hand on his chest and looking up at his blue orbs. Rafe smiled and slowly leaned down, giving her a passionate sweet kiss. 
“Can you drive me home? My mom already left.” 
“Yeah, you have to come home with me though. So I can get my car.” Fallon nodded and smiled, taking his hand. Rafe walked in front as they both made their way outside where Ward was waiting for them. The ride was filled with wandering hands, whispers and giggles. 
They walked into Tannyhill hand in hand as everyone went up to their rooms. Leaving them alone, playing with each other’s hands as the sexual tension grew faster. Suddenly, Rafe grabbed her cheeks with both his hands and pulled her into a kiss. Their lips moved in a perfect rhythm as Fallon’s hands went up his chest to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. They parted to catch their breaths with their foreheads together. 
“Do you wanna see a movie? In my room, it’s still pretty early.” Rafe said, looking at his watch and back at the pogue. Fallow nodded and he immediately grabbed her hand, both of them making their way up the stairs. She walked into his room in awe, feeling surprised with how neat it was. She stood in front of the shelves next to his dresser, staring at vintage car figures. 
“I didn’t know you collected things.” 
“Um yeah, I’ve bought one in every country I've visited. Some of them were my grandfather’s.” He said standing next to her as she continued to admire him. 
“I like them. They’re… cute.” They laughed and moved to the bed, sitting next to each other with their backs against the headboard. Rafe placed his hand on Fallon’s lap, grabbing her hand. She placed her head on his shoulder half way through the movie, making him peck her forehead. The pogue looked up at him and began to lean in. Their lips met in the middle in a soft peck, until it began to grow into something more intense. She slowly straddled him as his big hands went up and down her back, in search of the zipper. Clothes flew across the room as they explored each other's bodies under the covers. The movie was still on, giving them a bit of a background noise as their breaths got heavier. 
Most of the night consisted of heavy breaths and soft moans. The sun came through the window in the morning, shining on the messed up sheets. Rafe and Fallon laid in bed asleep until the pogue opened her eyes slowly. She looked around the room and down at her naked body, remembering the events of the night before. 
“Oh my god.” She whispered, running her hand through her hair in disbelief. 
good life: @ilovefandoms102 @agardenofbooks @cloverrover @lynlovesouterbanks
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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago
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Brave Girl (J.JK x Reader) ☁️💜🎀🔞
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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (ft. Med student!Namjoon)
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Good Girl!AU
Warnings: Heavy angst, traffic accident, injury, hospital, Jungkook is panicking, MC gets hurt, Koo is just lost and hates hospitals :(, Namjoon being the hero he was born to be, fluffy and dramatic smut, overstimulation, mild DDLG themes, protected sex because we wrap it up in this household smh
Summary: you were supposed to be home at 6 to help Jungkook devour the feast that is the freshly baked pizza he’d made to welcome you back from your trip to your parents, yet when the clock strikes 9 you’re still not home. Just when Jungkook is about to call you since you didn’t react to his texts, he receives a call from you; and he swore his heart stopped beating. Loosing you had never been a thought in his head until now, but he might just gotten closer to this reality than he ever imagined being. And he hated it.
Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl
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"Alright, do we have everything now?" Jungkook asked, helping you place your pastel pink travel bag into his car, careful not to scratch all of the sparkling and colorful stickers on it. They looked a bit worn already, but you always felt a bit upset if there was another scratch to a prized posession such as your sticker-collection- yet when Jungkook told you not to put any more on your bag, you began to pout as well. You asked with a simple nod, already excited to meet your parents again after a long time apart. Jungkook offered to drive you to the bus station, not being able to bring you there entirely because he, quote unquote, 'didn't feel ready yet'. Many would've felt offended by that, but you knew not to read too much into it when it came to him- there were a lot of things for him that were still new, and his love was strong enough for you not to question it. You were both growing comfortable at your own pace, and that was enough for now.
Your parents had understood as well, even though your father had been a little more skeptic than the rest of your family; but he'd always been a little overprotective, so it didn't surprise you at all. While you were driving home, knees against the seat in front of you, you rummaged through your small backpack, taking out a small pack of gummi bears Jungkook had packed inside. He'd been so careful with everything, insisting on buying you this specific backpack because 'it's so soft, you can use it as a pillow inside the bus so you sleep better'. Maybe you were slowly making him soft as well? You were glad however that he had packed your headache medication in as well, long rides sadly having this effect on you sometimes.
Ever since you were a kid, you've always felt safe within public transport. You've been taking the bus and train to school for years, never truly thinking about the danger it could hold. Even now, with the pouring rain outside, you felt calm. Something that would change soon.
For now however, you just noticed how the jacket of the young man next to you slowly slipped off of his lap. He was asleep, you at least thought so, but you couldn't help but reach for the jacket before it could truly fall down onto the slightly muddy floor, your own shoes slightly at fault since it was quite muddy outside before you came in and sat down. "Ah, thanks-" He suddenly said, making your eyes widen at noticing how he only head headphones in. Maybe he hadn't been asleep after all?
"No problem" You said, putting your feet underneath your butt after having taken off your shoes. Your boyfriends' advice had proven to be quite nice after all, putting on comfortable loungewear such as your soft sweatpants and a large white shirt of Jungkooks collection (he had packed it in actually) were slowly proving to be way better than your typical attire. The guy next to you- Namjoon you'd found out on your first ride, having been seated next to him as well- looked quite casual as well. Instead of his more formal clothing he'd worn the first time you had talked to him he had switched to simply jeans and a loose sweater, something that made him seem a lot younger. "Listening to a podcast again?" You casually asked him, and he smiled, taking out one of his headphones.
"No, just music this time. That whole trip kind of drained me if I'm being honest." He explained, crossing his legs before conversing further. "What about you? Had fun with your family?" He said, genuinely interested it seemed. It was rare to find someone as honest as him. At first, you had been a bit careful, knowing that men usually had intentions that differed from what they were actually saying, but Namjoon had been just as friendly as before when you had told him about Jungkook. He just said that he seemed like a nice guy, nothing more to it, and still talked to you just the same.
You nodded your head at his question. "I was kind of sad when I had to leave again, but I also can't wait to come back home!" Excitedly you wiggled around a little, before you found a good position in your seat that didn't make your legs sleep in from being bend so much Namjoon smiled at you.
"I bet. I can't wait to fall into my own bed again as well." He said, before the bus swayed a bit, making you hold onto your belongings to keep them from falling down. Namjoon leaned into the middle a bit, to look at the front window and the driver. "Jesus, he's been driving like this for a few minutes now." He mumbled, making you a bit nervous. He was a very observant person from what you'd gathered until now, your first interaction had been him asking you about your headache even though you were sure it hadn't been too noticable. He was a med student however, top of his class he'd told you, so he probably had a third eye for things like that. "Hopefully they'll change drivers soon. He seems tired." He said, and gave you a reassuring smile. "It's gonna be fine-" He said, before the bus swayed again, this time however, pushing you against the front seat from the force. Seconds later the direction changed drastically, windows shattered, and the only thing you felt when you were able to gather your thoughts again was how cold it was.
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The wet ground was slowly seeping into your clothes, the weird feeling of muddy grass underneath your hands as you pulled yourself into a sitting position foreign. One of the first things you were noticing was the incredibly high pitched ringing in your ears, sounds muffled as if someone was holding their hands over them. Things were blurry, lights passing by, and something was moving in front of you. For some reason however, you were only having one thought. Jungkook. He'd know what to do. But where was your phone?
You slowly got up, yelping in pain when your knee gave out and made you fall back down again, scratching the palms of your hands open on some random branches and.. glass? Suddenly you remembered the bus, Namjoon talking to you, and then- it was as if someone skipped a video you haven't seen before, an entire fragment missing completely. You crawled out of the bushes and onto the pavement when you spotted your wet and dirty backpack, your things and several unknown items of other passengers scattered everywhere on the street. And there, just a small distance from you was you phone- the hello kitty charm ripped off and probably lost forever. The screen was an absolute mess, yet it was still working when you reached it, unlocking it with your passcode because your fingerprint scanner was a definite goner for sure. Your headache was killing you at this point, your nose running from the cold, and your mouth had a metallic and bitter taste. It started to ring. One time. Two times. A voice.
"Creepy, I was just about to text you princess. Are you close to the station yet?" He asked, you could hear the TV faintly in the background, then a little movement, his earring clattering against his plastic case he had around his phone, something that still didn't help him with his curse of breaking his screen in record time. "Hey, you there?" He said chuckling, when you eventually answered him. "Hm?" He said, suddenly furrowing his brows invisibly for you on the other side of town, ceasing his movements and instead getting up to grab the remote, silencing the TV. He could hear faint talking on your side, yet it didn't seem like casual chatter, but frantic.. almost as if someone was panicking in the background.
"I said uhm-" You started, swallowing the weird taste before looking around, noticing no movement, but someone began to shout a name, another one softly wheeping, noises increasing with every passing minute. You could faintly spot headlights behind the bus, someone driving past had noticed, and people suddenly stood at the sides. But your vision hadn't cleared yet, so maybe you just couldn't see. "I think- I think we had an accident 'Koo, I-" You said, suddenly chocking a little on the fluid in your throat, coughing to get things under control and your voice back. The mention of an accident, the way you spoke, and the cliche noise of you coughing made him get up immediately, frantically running to his jacket, reaching for his car keys. You always told him how funny it was to you how he always told everyone how organized he was, yet always loosing his car keys. Right now he wished you would make fun of him, he wished you would just say sike and reveal your joke, yet deep down he knew you would never joke about something like this.
“It’s okay baby, you’re gonna be okay, where are you?” He stresses, trying yet failing to keep his own demeanor calm over the phone. You answer him that you don’t know, and he just feels the confusion radiating off of you. Something was terribly wrong, he could feel it deep inside his veins by the way you seemed to be unable to catch an actual thought. “Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, even though he fears the answer you might give him.
“I..don’t know? My head hurts.. I- Jungkook I think I’m bleeding, what do I do?” You stress, and feel your own panic rising in your throat, making your eyes water and nose burn. You wished you could just tell Jungkook where the hell you were but you didn’t know, streets completely strange to your eyes, shifting around like a fever dream, as if you’d never seen them before. “Kookie, ‘m scared.. I wanna sleep-“ you began to mumble, less and less conscious, your head beginning to rest on the cold ground, the bus now beginning to shift out of focus. There we’re a few people walking around and you wanted to wave, to tell them you’re here, but one of them who you recognized faintly as the guy who’d been sitting next to you during the ride noticed you anyways.
Jungkook started to panic on the other end of the line, desperately trying to pin your phones location. “No no no baby, you’re so brave, you’re such a brave girl, don’t sleep in on me right now okay?” He pleaded, growing more and more anxious the less you answered him. “Baby? Don’t stop talking to me now please.!” He said, trying to get an answer out of you. But the only thing he could hear was the soft white noise, no trace of your voice whatsoever. “Baby? Please-“ he said, eyes watering out of frustration as he noticed the sudden commotion outside, cars suddenly driving out of his nearest police station, sirens loud and clear. “Please, y/n, talk, say anything!” He begged, voice choked with unshed tears, throat closing up.
“Hello?” A stranger answered.
“Who are you? What happened to y/n? Is she okay? I-“ he tried to rush his questions as if that’d get him the answers faster.
“She’s- uh- I don’t know, the bus just suddenly lost control and she- I think she’s still breathing but uhm- look, we’re at, uh-“ Jungkook wasn’t listening after he’d gotten the information he so desperately craved. He knew where you were. He’d get to you. He needed to get to you. And for the first time ever, Jungkook actually started to pray.
He finally found his car keys, ripping the door open to close it with a loud bang behind him, TV running but long forgotten. His stubborn car door didn't open instantly, making him almost growl in anger at it, eyes watering again when he remembered how you always told him to just get it fixed instead of buying a new one. You always had this idea of things having a soul anyways, so you always told him he needed to be nice to his car, or it would be upset. Right now he was not fit to drive. He did it anyways.
He groaned at every red light, hating how he couldn't just run them over because your absolutely stupid voice kept ringing in his ear to drive safely, he hated it right now, so so much, he could've screamed at nothing right now at how enraged he was. Why didn't he just fucking jump over his own shadow and drive you to your parents? None of this would be a thing if he would just finally man up instead of cowering all the time, simply believing that his time with you was endless. He knew it wasn't. He knew one day you two would pass. But that was supposed to be when you both were old and wrinkly, when you both had kids and grandkids, when both of you had enough stupid and disgustingly sweet stories to be able to make them gag at how he would still call you his most beautiful girl. This wasn't happening. He was going to make sure of it.
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He reached the destination a little too far away, cars already stopping traffic, people on the side, watching, and he felt agitated again. He decided to simply turn his steering wheel, half-hazardly parking his car almost in the bushes next to the road, before opening the door with his key and phone in hand, closing his car door way too harsh as he could hear something crack, but his legs were already making him run at the fastest pace he had ever before. His hair and clothes, the black zip hoodie he had thrown over his grey shirt were growing damp from the mild rain coming down, yet he didn't care. He had his hood up, before it slipped down, his hands pushing past people, the need to insult them for staring and taking pictures instead of actually helping strong inside his veins, yet he simply portrayed his distaste at his not so gentle shoving to get past them.
Somehow he had apparently arrived before police or the ambulance had, because there was no one there yet. "Y/N!" He yelled, his voice frantic and almost unrecognizable, even to his own ears. He could spot people laying around, some helping others, and some simply waiting for help as he searched for your figure among them. He saw some of your stuff, the travel bag you had, now wet and scratched, your backpack, thrown on the street and some small items he could recognize as yours such as the formerly white bunny jacket he had bought you before you went on this trip. "Y/N!" He yelled again, and got someones attention a bit off the side near the woodside next to the road. "Oh no-" He whispered under his breath when he could see the guy leaning a bit over you, your head on the ground below, soft socks a darker shade than usual from the moisture they had picked up by now. You were laying on your side, the young man pushing a flannel shirt against your hip. He ran straight towards you, reaching out to grab you, just to have the stranger grab his hands instead, pushing at his chest. "What the fuck-?!" He exclaimed, ready to burst.
"We don't know how serious her injuries are at the moment. If you move her you could make the damage worse." He said, serious. "It's better to leave her like this, and wait for the ambulance." He said, unable to make the younger ones angry and frustrated face calm down, but he listened anyways, knowing deep down that he was right. "Kim Namjoon by the way, Medical student- trust me, I know what I'm doing okay?" He refrained from telling the younger one that you would be okay, having sworn to himself when he started as a med student to never give out false hope. Jungkook nodded, tears finally falling as he swallowed hard, simply running his hand over your hair, trying to give you reassurance- or maybe he tried to reassure himself that you were still there. Maybe even both.
When the ambulance arrived, you slowly gained a little more consciousness again, hand grabbing at nothing. "..'Koo?" You said, unsure if he was really there or if the smell of his bodywash on the shirt you were making was playing tricks on you. He gasped, leaning down, his other hand running over your bare arm softly as to warm you up.
"I'm here, I'm here baby, you're okay." He said, this time saying these words to reassure himself purely. Namjoon noticed you shivering after Jungkook did, and he instantly took off his jacket, even though it was thin, simply to cover you up. Namjoon yelled for the ambulance to notice them, and both of the guys breathed a sigh of relief when they were running over towards you three.
However, now Jungkook had to face another fear, apart from still possibly loosing you. He hated hospitals. Not in the quirky kind of 'ugh I hate the smell of disinfectant' kind of way, the kind of 'I rather cast my broken wrist with duct tape and wooden icecream sticks just to not have to go near this place' kind of way. When he was asked if he would like to ride with you his terrified eyes looked at Namjoon, the answer he gave an unsure, yet clear nod. He had to be strong right now. You needed him right now, more than ever.
Inside the ambulance, he didn't let go of your hand. You had a hard time answering questions, so Jungkook had to step in now. He kept his eyes on your face, trying to blend out the equipment around you two to not get riled up. Someone had to be there a hundred percent. The nurse noticed pretty quickly, laying a hand on his shoulder to hopefully calm him down. "She's stable right now, okay? We'll wheel her in as soon as we reach the hospital, someone will ask you for her information since we couldn't find her ID or anything on the scene, alright?" He asked, and he nodded, clearing his throat before he resumed watching you breathe. He would've never guessed how happy he would feel just to see such a small thing from you.
A hot cup nudged his hands that were over his head, and he slowly looked up, surprised to see Taehyung of all people in front of him, his newly red hair in complete dissarray as well as his clothes. He looked like Jungkook felt if he was being honest. "Tae?" He asked, voice rough while taking the cup from his friend. His friend simply shrugged, before He sat down next to him, eyes red. "What-" He started, but Taehyung leaned back, speaking quitely, oddly calm, considering his usually loud personality.
"I-" He started, before he seemed to think a bit about how to phrase his next words. "Someone I know was on the same bus." He said. "I heard you talk to the nurse at the counter." He explained when Jungkooks brows furrowed in confusion. "They've managed to stabalize her, but she'll need surgery tonight." He said, and Jungkook wanted to ask who the person was- yet he refrained from doing so. Him and Taehyung were close, sure, but exactly that was what made him stay quiet about it. He knew when it was okay to ask, and when to just shut up. And right now, he simply nodded at him.
"So we're both gonna have a sleepover here?" He asked grimly, pathetically trying to lift the mood. Taehyung just nodded.
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When you woke up, it wasn't like it was usually displayed in movies or cheesy novels. It wasn't a slow, gentle breeze from your window, or the way your boyfriend spoke next to you. No, it was actually absolutely silent, except the constant beeping next to you. You actually woke up way faster than you hoped for, your eyes opening like you've just got ripped out of a dream where you fall downstairs or something alike. You heard Jungkook groan sleepily, before he eventually moved his head a little, turning so you could see how exhausted he looked. His eyelashes looked damp, tiny hairs bound together into little groups as he sniffled, head on your hand, open palm holding his cheek as if he needed to feel you even in his dreams. The sight calmed you down.
The change of heartbeat and pulse made the machine next to you switch sounds, and soon you heard the door open, a friendly nurse walking in, smile on her face as her gaze found Jungkook still in the same position as hours before, unbeknownst to you. "How are you feeling, miss?" She softly said, quiet as to not wake the young man who had been switching between crying, watching, or sleeping next to you for the past days. You swallowed, mouth dry, and nodded towards the empty coffee cups next to you on the small bedside table. "I'll get you some water okay? Welcome back miss. I'll just check your vitals for a second." She said, and you nodded at that. Checking the machines and you, she walked out, leaving the door open so you could hear a bit of what was going on in the hallways. Footsteps and sometimes the tune of someones phone going off, random words you were too tired still to understand, and an elevator. Jungkook stirred next to you, opening his eyes after taking a deep breath, yawning before his eyes found yours.
It took him amusingly a couple of seconds before he shot up, immediately coughing from having inhaled his own saliva. You laughed at that, flinching a bit when it made your body ache, before taking him in. He looked horrible, hair a mess, eyes red and skin a bit pale, yet he smiled brighter than he did back when you bought him the new destiny 2 game for his playstation as a surprise. His eyes glistened, suddenly getting a sparkle to them before his lip started to quiver. He dropped his head on your shoulder, silently crying, but this time, he cried from relief. From happiness. From just how much he loved the world right now for giving him more time with you, for giving him a chance to be the embarrassing father and naggy grandpa he always wanted to be someday. Your arm bend and your hand ran through his hair, not minding the long unkempt locks one bit.
The nurse came back in, smiling brightly with a tall doctor in tow, who had a friendly face as well. "Good to have you back miss. How are we feeling?" He said, trying not to grin at Jungkook, who had yelled at the man several times when he'd tried to tell him to go home and rest. You were oblivious to this obviously. Jungkook raised his head a little, using his flannel sleeve to dry his tears, clearing his throat to at least try to look like he got his shit together.
"Uhm, I feel like I had to take my fitnessgram pacer test again, plus a bit more muscle pain in my hip?" You said, making the man chuckle.
"That's completely understandable considering you flew quite a distance miss. We were quite surprised that you were fine breathing on your own, considering everything. You're quite lucky; but we're gonna keep you under surveillance until friday. Your bodyguard can take you home after 12 whenever he likes." He said with a smirk in Jungkook's direction, the one spoken of growing a bit red on the tips of his ears. The doctor leaves after asking you general questions such as, if you knew the current year, your address, and your personal information such as your birthday.
The nurse left the cup of water and a straw on the small table. "I'll let you both catch up. Please make sure she drinks the whole cup, but only a couple of sips at a time alright?" She said to your boyfriend, who nodded, having calmed down a little by now. He moved, his hand a bit shaky as he ripped the top of the papercover of the straw off, before taking the plastic drinking help out of its minimalistic packaging. He put it inside the cup after bending it a bit, before he moved to you, helping you with outmost care to sit up a little. You winced a bit when you tried to move too fast, and Jungkooks face got a little more serious at this. You began to pout at him.
"What?" He said, voice still a bit rough from the lack of using- and the simultaneous shouting everytime he'd opened his mouth these days. He sighed. "Come on, you heard the nurse- you gotta drink." He said, but you stubbornly moved your head to the side, sideeying him. His brow raised in a questioning matter, before he noticed your posture. You had your arms in front of you in a hugging manner, and he suddenly realized how his behaviour must've looked for you. "I'm sorry princess I just.." He said, putting the cup down and running a hand through his hair. "I just.. I was so terrified when I saw you there-" He said, having to swallow hard again so he didn't end up crying again. God, what was it with him again? "Why didn't you call an ambulance? Why did you call me instead?" He asked, a bit of whine to it. You shrugged, deflating a bit in your position leaned up against the pillows.
"You were.. dunno, the first one I thought of." You explained. In Hindsight it had been a bit dumb, why did you call him as if he could magically appear in that second to make everything better, but somehow your brain made that story into a real possibility. "You always make everything better, and you know.. you always know what to do so.." You said, and Jungkook breathed out in a sight.
He leaned closer to you, tattooed hand brushing away some of your hair to place a kiss to your forehead. "Oh baby.." He simply said, resting his against your head for a second, before his thumb brushed over your cheek. "I'm driving you anywhere you need to be from now on." He said, and you nodded with a smile. "Alright. Now come on, drink something." he spoke before picking up the cup, helping you with the straw, taking it away from you after a couple of sips, making you whine. "I know doll, but we don't wanna overdo it alright?" He said. You looked at him with a smile, and he happily returned it.
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"Jungkook I can do that-" You said, before he silenced you with a look.
"I'm sorry, as cute as you look walking around like a newborn babydeer, I really like to keep you from falling down again, thank you very much." He said, accusingly pointing to the small bandage on your knee from having stumbled on your way into the kitchen yesterday. Your visible wounds were healing well, but you still had a bit of nerve damage from your nasty fall, which made your legs feel like they're constantly in a state between sleeping in and waking up, minus the pins and needles. They moved, yeah, you could feel them, yes, but it felt like they were wrapped in plastic and someone messed with the controls. Jungkook found it a bit adorable, but he rather not have you give him a shock again from almost hitting the kitchen tiles. Slowly, he came back with a glass of water, making you smile and thank him. He'd currently taken time off from work, having explained to his boss that he had to nurse you for a bit until you could be home by yourself. His boss had been pretty understanding, agreeing to him taking his vacation earlier and with short notice.
One thing you noticed however, was how careful Jungkook was around you. Now, that itself wasn't a bad thing, since right now you're a bit more fragile then usually so, but he was careful in a different way. Ever since you both left the hospital on friday, he stopped giving you goodnight kisses. He rarely hugged you, only ever if you initiated it, and he refused to be close to you during the night, making up excuses like 'I'm scared I'll roll you over during the night babygirl.' That was utter bullshit, because he'd never been worried about that in the past. He's a heavy sleeper and barely moves when he sleeps, so why would it be an issue now?
That was when the goddamn thoughts came back to you. Maybe he realized how close he'd gotten to you and didn't want that anymore? Maybe he wanted to go back to his old way of living, without any strings attached to anyone?
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That night, you decided to speak up. Jungkook and you were sitting on the bed, you criss crossed, and him with his back towards you, feet on the carpeted floor. "You can, uhm.. you know, drive me back to the hospital tomorrow so I can get checked back in." You quietly said. He instantly turned around, his phone no longer worth his attention as his brows furrowed.
"Why? Are you okay? Did the stitches open up again?" He said, a bit of panic making his words hurry on their way out of his mouth. You shook your head.
"No, but I don't wanna, you know. You don't like me saying I'm a burden so I won't say it, but yeah. I get it, you know? Its okay, really-" You said, head lowering until you stared your lap. You heard and felt him move, his hand softly on your back.
"What're you saying princess? Why the fuck would you think I don't want you anymore?" He knew your innuendos by now, and he didn't like that you implied a breakup in your sentence one bit. "Baby I'm gonna take care of you now and everyday you need me to, you know that." He said, confused.
You looked at his throat, unable to shift your gaze any higher up, in fear of what his eyes would tell you. "But, you know.. if we're good, why.. why 'm I not getting any kisses anymore? No hugs? No nothing? " You said, starting to pick at your fingers. Maybe you were just making it worse for him. Maybe he'd just tried to figure out how to tell you in a good way, and you just made it so much harder for him to do so. However, the hand on your back left, just so he could take your body into his arms. "I'ts okay, you know-" You started again, and he hushed you.
"None of that, please don't talk like that, please don't." He said, almost breathless as if he was scared to say the words out loud. "Getting told I could loose you for good was terrifying enough already, thank you very much." He said, a dry laugh escaping him, humor nowhere to be seen in it. Typically he would relish in the feeling of his broader and stronger frame compared to you, he would smile at the mere size difference of your hands or the way he could easily pick you up and carry you anywhere he wanted to. But right now it only reminded him how fragile you were, how careful he had to be not to hurt you. He felt helpless, and it was a feeling he decided he'd hate until he died. "I just- I'm scared I'll hurt you." He said, quietly, hoping that maybe you won't hear. But you did.
Holding his face in your hands you were reminded again just how inexperienced he was in this entire thing as well. You always thought he could lead the way without problems, that he knew everything and could teach you what you wanted to know. Yet maybe you both could learn from one another, more so than just you from him. "You won't." You said, and you stubbornly kissed him as he tried to protest, pecking his lips with a newfound courage you didn't knew you had until then. He tried again, just to get another kiss. This went on for a bit, until he deepened the gesture a bit, hand finding its way into your hair, before he pulled away.
"Don't rile me up baby." He groaned, running a hand through his hair. He hated how much you could get under his skin right now, covering his lower half under the blanket you both shared almost shamefully. You kissed him again, making him laugh, finally this time for real. "Stop, I'm serious. You're still healing, or did you forget?" He said, and you whined.
"But you can be gentle! My stitches are coming out on Monday anyways, I'll be fine!" You said, and he had to chuckle at you, his mind being torn from side to side. He didn't know if he could, but the way you trusted him made him wan't to at least try. With a little hesitance he dived in again, making you smile against his lips.
He made you lie down again, slowly, crawling over your form, unhurried, as if you both got all the time of the world. And you had, he knew you had. When you whined, he simply grinned at you. "No no Baby, let's just be close, okay?" He said, voice low and soft, making you melt underneath him. For the first time ever, as cheesy as it sounden, it wasn't about reaching your highs anymore for him. He was a believer that good sex had to finish with as much pleasure as possible for him, yet that had entirely began to shift when he'd met you. Suddenly things weren't about him anymore, suddenly he started to become less and less self-centered; but this time nothing mattered at all. It wasn't about reaching your goal and claiming your prize in form of an orgasm, it wasn't about pure pleasure and satisfaction. No, this time it was about feeling as close to you as he could, he needed to feel every inch of you simply to reassure himself that you were still here, real, and with him.
He reached for the first drawer of the bedside table, your kisses on his chest and biceps making his heart race. Slipping the condom on with your help, not because he needed it but because you wanted to, he made himself at home inside you, mind slowing down with every move he made, his thoughts and body being reminded that you were okay, you were fine, you were still here with him, you didn't leave. Maybe he should be scared of how dependend he'd become on you, how you had sneaked your way past all his walls and made yourself at home inside his soul. Maybe he should be afraid or worried how he couldn't escape you anymore, how he couldn't take a fast exit out of the situation you both had made. But right now, none of that mattered.
Your mind was fuzzy, no thought able to be caught properly, and you let yourself slip even further, giving your entire being into his posession. This was just about being close, and you felt protected and safe with him, his pace slow and unhurried, gentle, and his hands reaching for yours, intertwining your fingers in a soft gesture. It showed just how much he was actually hurting, how much the entire situation had affected him; this was so unlike him that it made you feel proud of yourself to be able to witness it at all. He was laying himself bare in every way for you, and you didn't dare threw salt on his exposed flesh.
He didn't notice if he or you had come at all, continuing to move, yet never picking up his pace. When he watched your blissful face underneath him, his eyes stung again, tears knocking at the back of them, and he gently placed his head on your shoulder, kissing every part of your skin he could reach there, gasping and breathing hard. Never in his wildest dreams he would've thought that this would be the situation he would found pleasure in, yet it happened in that moment, and god, he felt like he couldn't stop. He felt like he could torture himself like this forever if it meant he could show you how utterly terrified he had been of loosing you, how terrified he still was deep down, and how terrified he would always be. He needed you like oxygen at this point, and it scared him shitless, yet even that was something he accepted with open arms and a smile in exchange for your affection. He was whipped for you, deep down bound to you by iron shackles, but he would never ask for a change whatsoever.
The night ended with both of you exhausted yet happy, tangled together under wrinkled sheets and a blanket thrown over your forms.
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"I absolutely love you." You said, eyes wide and sparkling at the amount of junkfood your boyfriend carried inside the living room, coat still a bit wet from the rain outside. He brought a wave of cool and fresh air with him, making you shiver for a bit before your hand dived into the first paper bag, the crinkling sound ever so present. He laughed, throwing his coat over the side of the couch before he sat down next to you.
"You only love me for food, how tragic." He said, playfully sighing at it, watching you pout at him. "sorry baby, 'm joking." ruffling your hair he snatched a fry from the small bag you had in your hands, making you whine, but laugh at the same time.
Straightening your back you tried to look taller than him, making him chuckle. "I see this as a reward for not crying today!" You said proudly, and he smiled, nodding. You had gotten your final stitches removed, and even though it was still terrifying for both of you, Jungkook had finally faced his fear and came with you to your appointment, although he had still been heavily uncomfortable, rushing you both out as fast as possible. He was proud however, because even though you had every reason to, you didn't cry- simply squeezing his hand a bit, but nothing too much.
"I know, I know." He said, rummaging through the second large brown bag to fish himself a burger. "That's because you're the bravest girl ever-" He said, yelping when you snatched the food from him. "And also the most daring it seems, you gotta share baby!" He said playfully accusing, reaching for it just for you to hold it further away. "Good girls share, come on, I deserve a reward too you brat!" His hands reached for the item of his desire, making him raise his brows at you. Kissing your slightly greasy and salty lips, he laughed when you made a whiny sound at him. "Come on, this shit was expensive, let's eat."
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"I've never seen you cry so much."
"Shut up."
"It was cute though-"
"Oh I'm about to be really fucking cute, get over here young lady!"
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“Opposites,” Villain Bakugou x Reader
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Summary: You being a pro getting involved with a villain
Warnings: implied smut
Adult Villain Baku! x Fem!Reader
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It had been a long day, the mission just now being finished and dealt with after weeks of handling it. You were beyond stressed out and tired. As your feet hit the pavement, going up to your empty apartment, you just wanted sleep.
Bakugou on the other hand had different plans for you. The last few months he had been watching you closely, the most popular pro, all spread over the media. You intrigued him since the first big mission you did which led to a lot of media attention and camera time and you hated every second of it.
You two knew each other, you two actually went to the same school to both become pros but on the last year of high school- he spiraled after getting caught up with some villains and the drag of Midoriya getting more attention and getting All Mights quirk- it sent him over the edge.
You two were never technically friends, you two bickered and hung out but it was never anything friendship related- he was an asshole and you were the little sweetheart in the class.
But Bakugou remembered you, every little thing about you from high school and he just wanted a little taste since you were a pro hero and all.
He wanted to see how good of a pro you really were. He even thought about killing you, it would be fun and exciting to see the media cover that but he also had other plans spiraling around in his head.
He waited inside of your apartment, it wasn’t hard to break into it since you left the balcony door unlocked assuming no one can reach the top floor but here he was, on your couch.
As you jiggled the keys, turning the lock and stepping inside- you turned on the lights and dropped your bag on the floor. You didn’t even realize he had been sitting there while you kicked your shoes off by the door.
“You know, leaving the balcony door unlocked is very dangerous.” He spoke, his voice low and it startled you, almost jumping out of your own skin.
Your eyes shot over to where he sat, pointing your hand at him in a way to threaten him with your quirk. He chuckled, raising his eyebrows in amusement at your defensive state and stayed comfortable on your couch.
“No need to use your quirk, even though it’ll be no use of mine.” He smirked, your eyes adjusting to the dark area where he sat and realized it was Bakugou.
“Katsuki? You have a lot of fucking nerve showing your face.”
He shrugged at your words, looking around at your barely lit up apartment and finally he stood on his feet, making his way over to you as you kept your hand raised towards him.
His red eyes looking into yours, the tattoos on his arms noticeable and you gulped the lump down in your throat at how tall he had gotten since high school but you kept your composure- you couldn’t allow him to see you freaking out.
“Let’s play catch up.” His smile evil, full of hate and sarcasm as he reached down to grab a hold of your chin.
You slapped his hand away, hearing him click his tongue against the roof of his mouth and gave you a look of disappointment but deep down he was loving this way too much.
He couldn’t believe how much power you’ve gotten since UA. He couldn’t believe how much you’ve grown but he didn’t really bother to care too much. He didn’t care about anything and he could care less about you or what happens to you.
Now if he was still a teenager, he would think differently. He did think you were beautiful and definitely out of his league. You two were polar opposites, you were known as the high school sweetheart, you had a lot of friends and you were always kind to everyone you meet.
He was the asshole who had no friends and hated everyone around him. He was selfish, couldn’t care about anything except his power and his will to become a number one pro. There was never a chance in hell he would be able to capture a gem like you but now? Now he could just take you. He can sweep you off your feet and take you away by force.
He laughed at the thought of it, your eyes staring into his with disgust and hatred. You started to hate him once he went off the deep end but before you cared about him a little too much. The memories of years ago flooding inside of your head.
( incoming flashback )
You had heard about Bakugou ditching school and failing the class after finding out about Midoriya’s true quirk. You also heard rumors about the fact he was committing small petty crimes in the town.
You two weren’t all that close but it made you become worried enough that your feet made their way to his dorm and knocked on it repeatedly.
“Katsuki?” You said loud enough for him to hear, sighing as you continued to knock until the door was ripped open, startling you.
“What the fuck do you want? You don’t need to knock repeatedly.” He said angrily, his dark red eyes staring into yours and it was like you were staring at a different person.
“I- I... I was worried about you.” You stuttered out, watching the pure hatred on his face as he stared at you- feeling nothing but anger.
“Then stop worrying about me? I couldn’t care less about what the fuck goes on with you, Y/N.” He slammed the door in your face, leaving you stunned and sad all at the same time.
Days after that he started to get worse before your very eyes, releasing his anger and hatred on everyone around him and suddenly you had enough and went up to his dorm again to pound on the door with your fist.
This time you didn’t wait for him to open the door, instead you opened it yourself and saw him laying on the bed on his phone. You reached over, snatching the phone from his hands and slid it in your pocket.
“Can you please tell me what’s going on with you, Katsuki? Let me help.” You practically pleaded with him and his whole mood had changed, a completely different personality coming out of him.
“I know a lot of ways you can help me.” He smirked up at you, standing up and his height towered over yours- his evil grin making chills run down your spine.
“Not like that, Bakugou... you know what I mean.. something is wrong and I can tell.”
“Hm, why not princess? You said you wanted to help me so why not help suck me off? I bet you’ll look so pretty on your knees with those lips wrapped around my dick.” His voice was low, his hand grabbing a hold of your chin and his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
Now if this was the old Bakugou, you would’ve felt a lot of different emotions. You probably would have intense feelings for him but looking at him, you didn’t see Bakugou, you saw someone else.
You moved your small hands up to his chest and shoved him away from you, catching him by surprise but it amused him- he was having fun toying with you.
“Fuck you.” You threw his phone at him, walking towards his door and he laughed louder.
“Yeah, fuck me good, babe.” He said sarcastically, watching you leave his room.
After that he simple vanished from UA and suddenly was on the news for being a villain and being apart of the league of villains, helping their plans and it had broken your heart.
What if you pushed him more? What if you insisted on helping him? Would he still be here? You blamed yourself for a while but soon, you had forgotten about him altogether.
( end of flashback )
Now you stood in front of him, feeling all of those emotions and memories coming back to you. The amount of guilt you carried, the amount of sadness you had- it all came rushing back as you stared at his face.
“Katsuki.. why didn’t you let me help you?” You sighed, looking over at his state, the black clothing, the tattoos, the piercings- this wasn’t him.
You had to admit he looked well put together and attractive but he was still a villain and he was still a horrible person but deep down he was just like a lost injured puppy.
“I didn’t need any of your fucking help.” His hand had slammed against the wall beside your head, his quirk bursting a hole in the wall and it made you jump.
He smiled at you again, his other hand grabbing a hold of your throat and forcing you to make eye contact with him as his face stayed inches away from yours.
“C’monn, let’s have some fun for old times..” He chuckled, his eyes checking you out up and down and you cringed at the sight and he noticed.
“Don’t be like that, baby. You know how badly I wanted you at UA? Could’ve been something good, something right but of course.. Deku this... Deku that. Fuck Deku! He’s first on my hit list.” He laughed, his fingers tracing over your soft skin, thinking about activating his quirk while his hand was around your throat.
You had no idea why he was ranting about Midoriya, you honestly haven’t spoken or seen him since UA so him being brought up was really for no reason, only because Bakugou still held onto that hatred for him.
You slowly slid your hand up, trying to be sneaky with your quirk but he could see right through you. His hand snatched up your wrist, holding it tight and he smiled at you again.
“Don’t make me explode your hand into pieces, it’ll cause a mess.” He fake pouted, letting go of your wrist and throat as he stood up straight and stepped back from you.
“What do you want then? Some sick revenge?”
“Just want to have some fun with you.” He shrugged, ruffling his fingers through his hair and turned his back towards you.
“I don’t know what you mean by that.”
“Short terms, I’m taking you with me.”
“What?” You stared at him in disbelief, you couldn’t understand his plans or the reason why he came to you- he really couldn’t understand it himself but his thoughts just told him to do it.
“The league of villains is outside, you either willingly come or be forced to.” He walked over to your balcony, the door still open and the wind gushing through your dark apartment.
Deep in your heart, it had broken for him. Just by looking at him, the crazy state he was in and the way he mumbled to himself. It just brought everything back to you. You felt an intense amount of guilt when it came to Katsuki. You completely blamed yourself for not pushing more to help him years ago.
You sighed as you stared at his back, you probably could easily take him out with your quirk, you weren’t completely weak- you were a pro after all but you just felt so many emotions that you couldn’t bring yourself to hurt him because deep down, you still saw him as the broken teenager from UA.
You didn’t realize your feet had walked towards the balcony where he stood. Your heart pounded inside your chest but it also ached at the same time. You looked out at the city lights, Bakugou glanced down at you and he chuckled under his breath before bringing his hands to push you off the balcony.
The sudden push had you screaming as you flew through the sky and down towards the street, convinced this was your last moments, convinced Bakugou had went through with murdering you but a pair of hands had swooped you up and safely set you on the ground.
Your eyes met with another villain, eyes wide and your hands shaking from the fall. Bakugou had landed shortly afterwards, laughing uncontrollably at your reaction and how shaken up you were. He was getting off to this and it had irritated you that he went to far lengths like that.
“Sorry, sweetheart- had to do it.” He licked his lips, staring down at you and grabbed your upper arm before walking down the sidewalk.
You had asked yourself repeatedly why you were doing this, why were you following him, why were you allowing this but just the glimpse you caught of Bakugou’s face, your vision blurry and your mind convincing you this was sixteen year old Katsuki holding onto your arm.
You were oblivious and stupid, you wanted to believe this was the old him and you wanted to simply believe he can come back from this. He noticed you staring at him, his red eyes piercing into yours and it frightened you a bit.
“Like what you see? Maybe you can see more once we get to the base.”
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Should this be a mini series?🤔 thinking about it
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fanfictionwritingoddity · 4 years ago
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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙮’𝙨 𝙆𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚: 𝙋��𝙧𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6𝙠 𝐭𝐰: 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮, 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙮, 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 - 𝙝𝙪𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒
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( 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎!𝙾𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚃𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 )
A loud cheer left your lips as Seijoh secured yet another point. The game had progressed into the third set, and the score was now 15-24, your hometeam only one point away from victory. Kaori trembled in excitement next to you, her cheeks pinking under the heat of the gym lights. She had caught Oikawa’s eyes more than once as they drifted up to your seats, and just that fact alone was enough to set her face aflame. Had she finally gotten the captain to notice her?
No, the only person Tooru could ever see was you.
You hadn’t noticed the setter’s longing stares, more focused on the player with a big number 2 on his back. He smirked at his fellow blocker once the ball smacked against the opposite end of the court, silently celebrating his success. A smile creeped across your lips as you watched the display, heart thumping unsteadily in your chest. Matsukawa’s brown eyes flitted to your face for a moment, drinking in your beam before grinning back.
The interaction was brief, but Oikawa didn’t miss anything. He almost wished he didn’t see the way your expression brightened for the few seconds you basked in Issei’s attention, or the unsteady hand you clenched against your chest when he looked away. Tooru was unable to keep his left eye from twitching slightly as a wave of irritation slammed into him like a tsunami. So that was who you liked, huh?
What did Matsukawa Issei have that he didn’t?
Oikawa was extremely aggressive for the last point, serving so hard that a player on the opposing team got hit and ended up with a bloody nose. Everyone just figured he was excited to win and the adrenaline of the finishing play had gotten to him. Well, they weren’t entirely wrong. He was excited to win. But, the player he had ‘accidentally’ hit looked strangely similar to Matsukawa.
There was nothing wrong with some harmless target practice, right?
Once the game was over, you couldn’t stop yourself from rushing down from the stands over to the Seijoh team. Kaori was close behind you, clutching a clean towel that she planned to give to Oikawa. You barely awarded said man a glance as you dashed right by him, already on your way to Matsukawa’s side.
The hand Tooru had lifted to cheekily wave in greeting hung awkwardly at his side for a good three seconds after you passed. He couldn’t suppress the jealousy bubbling in his stomach. It felt acidic, burning and dangerous. However, the player was forced to quickly swallow the venom crawling up his throat as he noticed Kaori nervously shuffling up to him.
“You did great out there,” you exclaimed, handing your best friend his water bottle. He gave you his signature droopy-eyed smile as he took the drink from your hand. Oikawa’s hands were trembling as he gripped the towel your friend had given him, finding the sickeningly sweet smile she wore nothing short of disgusting.
Eventually, after about three insufferable minutes of listening to you chat it up with the lazy bastard you had set your sights on, Tooru couldn’t handle it anymore. He whipped around, setting his sights on your back, which was facing him. Matsukawa quirked an eyebrow at his captain's rigid stance but ignored it, continuing his conversation with you. Without a moment of hesitation, the setter crept up behind you, wrapping his long arms around your waist and setting his chin on your shoulder, dangerously close to your ear.
“I didn’t know you knew Matsukawa, cutie!”
His voice was sultry, and his breath sent shivers down your spine because of his close proximity. Oikawa ignored the flutter in his stomach, opting to let out a sad hum and pout. You sighed, shimmying out of the boy’s hold, before turning to him.
“He’s my best friend.”
There was a warning in your eyes, because you knew he was aware of how you felt about Issei. Tooru feigned ignorance, innocently tilting his head in wonder. Matsukawa rolled his eyes and sighed, bending down and beginning to pack his volleyball bag that was sitting on the bench.
“Don’t be weird, Oikawa.”
Suddenly, he stopped, straightening his posture as he turned to look at you guiltily.
“Ah, Y/N, I’m not going to be able to walk you home today… I have to walk someone else.”
It was difficult to hide the way your heart broke as Issei muttered his excuse, but somehow you managed. After all, you had seen him date other people before. This would be no different. Pulling a weak smile onto your lips, you silently handed him his towel while nodding.
“Perfect! I’ll take her home then.”
Oikawa’s quip had been unexpected, and left your jaw to drop slightly in shock. Oh, hell no. You desperately pulled out your phone, hoping to feign getting a text from your parents. Before you could turn it on, a hand covered the screen, keeping you from clicking anything. Fear gripped your heart as you slowly dragged your gaze up, meeting the playboy’s face. You then noticed the knowing grin that was playing on his lips.
There would be no way out of this one.
You quickly learned that slowing your pace in hopes of being able to lag behind slightly and defeat the notion that you two were really walking home together didn’t work, as Tooru would just wait for you to be by his side before beginning his walk again. The silence was deafening, and unfortunately it gave you time to mull over the entire reason you were walking with the team captain in the first place - Matsukawa had been busy with someone else.
You had no right to be jealous. You and him weren’t even dating, for god's sake! Unfortunately, that didn’t stop said emotion from plaguing your mind, mixing with the poignant sorrow that already sat there. It was a wonder that you weren’t used to this, you had been in love with Issei for two years and he had never shown any romantic interest in you. For so long, you stood idly by while he weeded through girlfriends and crushes, unable to ever confess your own feelings. 
Silently clutching your bag a bit tighter, you willed your eyes to stay glued on the pavement in front of you. Your slight tenses didn’t go unnoticed by Oikawa, who’s chocolate brown orbs flickered to you the moment you moved. He was quiet for a second, drinking in your conflicted expression and stance, before dragging his gaze away.
“Does he know how you feel?”
You weren’t able to verbally answer, choosing to just shake your head instead.
“Thought so,” he muttered, a wry smile playing on his lips. 
The absence of conversation was slightly more comfortable after that, but you didn’t know how much longer you could hold back your tears. It just hurt so, so much. Without even a glance in your direction, Oikawa placed his hand gently upon your head, his lithe fingers slightly carding your locks aside to find a comfortable resting place. This action froze you in your spot, which it seemed he predicted, considering he stopped at the exact same time. When you turned your face to him, intending to question his strange behavior, his hand slipped to your cheek, thumb caressing under your eye with unrivaled gentleness.
“Don’t cry over someone like him. He doesn’t deserve it.”
There was a certain softness in Tooru’s eyes, the brown seeming more like the color of oak bark when bright leaf filtered sunlight hits it just right. But deep down in his gaze, somewhere hidden below, was a darkness, something terrifying and dangerous. Against every cell in your body, your cheeks heavily heated at the affectionate action.
After a few moments of trying to catch your breath, you realized your surroundings looked eerily familiar. Once you spared more than a glance at them, it hit you - you were outside of your house. How did you get here so quickly? And how did Oikawa know where you lived? He never once asked for directions. Before you could ask any questions, he removed his hand, giving you a gentle nudge towards your front door.
You offered a small smile, turning on your heel and walking up the path to the entrance. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought he was.
You never did look back to see if he had left.
No, he didn’t leave. Tooru stayed outside your home for almost an hour after you had gone inside, simply watching lights flicker on and off as you made your way through the house. It gave him an odd sense of peace, slowing his heart down to the pace it would take when one was meditating. But any time he thought of the boy who had hurt you, it spiked so violently he had to catch his breath.
How dare he. Not that Matsukawa was worth your time anyways. He didn’t deserve a single sliver of your existence, he didn’t even deserve to breathe your air. No, and he wouldn’t any longer. You were an angel among men, a diamond in the rough, and any other person was lucky to be in your presence.
You needed to be protected.
Everyone else would only hurt you, they would only taint you and use you like Matsukawa did. Well, lucky for you, Oikawa was more than glad to fill the role of the princess’s knight. He would burn the world down if it meant you would be his.
Flicking out his phone, the captain typed a few things before holding it up to his ear.
“Hey, Matsukawa, can I come over? I have some homework questions.”
𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 :  @kray-dragon , @lagoonsmainacc , @steampunkhell
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evansfm · 3 years ago
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𝟏𝟎:𝟑𝟎 𝐏𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  ;  𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 📱 ››   𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍  +  𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍  
it  was  everything  she  thought  it  would  be  ,  a  friday  night  in  a  sprawling  room  ,  void  of  color  and  filled  with  chattering  voices  over  the  sound  of  a  live  band  that  played  what  sounded  like  elevator  music  to  evan  .  the  only  beacons  of  hope  in  the  entire  place  were  the  twinkling  lights  of  london  from  above  .  .  .    and  isla  .  her  presence  demanded  attention  ,  standing  6’1  in  her  heels  –  all  soft  edges  and  boisterous  laughter  .  she  was  loud  and  scottish  and  without  a  filter  ,  stepped  straight  out  of  that  disney  film  where  humans  turned  into  bears  and  the  princess  wielded  a  bow  and  arrow  .  her  desk  was  directly  next  to  evan’s  ,  much  to  the  chagrin  of  everyone  else  around  them  .  the  only  thing  that  kept  her  SANE  at  events  like  this  when  kieran  wasn’t  around  ,  was  isla  .  “  remind  me  again  what  t’e  hell  we’re  doing  here  ,  ”  evan  groaned  ,  graciously  accepting  a  small  flute  of  champagne  ;  it’d  been  an  hour  and  a  half  and  she  was  well  past  tired  of  being  there  .  “  because  it’s  not  required  but  strongly  encouraged  by  t’e  woman  ‘o  keeps  us  employed  ,  ”  red  curls  nodded  across  the  room  and  evan’s  gaze  followed  ,  simultaneously  catching  the  eye  of  their  boss  —  elegant  and  terrifying  ,  “  smile  ‘nd  wave  ,  ev  .  it’ll  all  be  ov’r  soon  .  ”  she  did  exactly  that  ,  beaming  with  bright  blue  eyes  and  a  look  that  said  ‘  i  am  so  happy  to  be  here  ’  ,  even  though  she  would’ve  rather  been  anywhere  else  .  her  smile  only  fell  as  they  swiveled  back  to  a  grand  wall  of  floor  to  ceiling  windows  .  “  i  don’t  know  how  you  do  it  ,  isla  fraser  .  i  can  only  be  CHARMING  for  so  long  .  one  of  ‘em  reached  out  to  ‘  feel  t’e  fabric  of  my  dress  ’  ‘nd  i  nearly  jeopardized  my  job  over  it  ,  ”  she  shook  her  arm  out  ,  as  though  she  could  still  feel  fingertips  on  her  sleeve  ,  “  i  am  one  more  decrepit  englishman  away  from  losing  my  damn  mind  .  ”  joyous  laughter  passed  isla’s  lips  as  she  glanced  down  at  the  shorter  girl  ,  tone  light  as  ever  as  she  carried  on  .  “  you  see  decrepit  ;  i  see  rich  .  not  all  of  us  are  lucky  enough  to  ‘ave  a  rockstar  sugar  daddy  who's  still  freshly  in  ‘is  twenties  ,  ”  she  joked  .  evan  couldn’t  help  but  roll  her  eyes  ,  grin  still  bright  on  her  lips  at  the  simple  THOUGHT  of  him  .  “  i’ll  have  you  know  ,  i  liked  kieran  well  before  t’e  rockstar  bit  really  set  in  .  his  money  is  only  like  .  .  .  number  t’ree  on  the  list  of  reasons  i’m  wit’  him  ,”  she  giggled  with  a  slight  shake  of  her  head  ,  “  so  t’is  is  just  sugar  daddy  speed  dating  for  you  ,  t’en  .  ”  a  hum  passed  isla’s  lips  as  she  spun  on  her  heel  ,  a  swirl  of  flaming  curls  and  a  curious  smile  .  “  it’s  exactly  t’at  ,  ”  she  said  firmly  ,  eyes  scanning  the  room  with  a  hunter’s  vigilance  ,  “  and  i  t’ink  i’ve  spotted  my  next  candidate  .  ”  she  nodded  across  the  room  ,  prompting  evan  to  turn  as  well  .  she’d  play  along  ,  curiously  glancing  around  the  crowd  and  picking  out  the  who’s  -  next  of  isla’s  game  until  she  found  her  opening  to  leave  .  across  the  ocean  ,  there  was  a  boy  who  would  soon  be  in  a  lull  period  between  soundcheck  and  showtime  .  a  boy  she  missed  terribly  .  a  boy  she  HAD  to  get  on  facetime  if  only  to  show  him  the  pockets  she’d  discover  in  her  dress  .  even  when  he  was  thousands  of  miles  away  ,  she  was  ready  to  return  home  to  kieran  .  “  which  one  ?  ”  she  sighed  ,  “  pinstripes  ?  ”  isla’s  nose  wrinkled  and  she  nodded  again  towards  the  bar  .  “  no  .  all  black  .  ”  the  crowd  between  them  thinned  as  evan  ,  without  much  subtlety  at  all  ,  searched  .
and  that’s  when  she  saw  him  .  hands  tucked  into  his  pockets  ,  DAZZLING  smile  on  his  lips  ,  blue  eyes  as  vibrant  as  her  own  .  tristan  connely  didn’t  age  ;  he  was  the  same  man  to  show  up  in  lorcain  nearly  four  years  before  .  .  .  the  same  man  who  left  in  the  night  without  a  word  ,  nearly  a  decade  before  .  evan  blinked  ,  once  then  twice  ,  hoping  that  maybe  she  was  just  seeing  things  .  but  he  was  there  .  laughing  and  drinking  .  nausea  slowly  began  to  settle  into  her  stomach  as  an  invisible  hand  took  hold  of  her  throat  ;  she’d  known  he  lived  in  london  ,  but  she  never  expected  to  run  into  him  .  it  was  a  massive  city  ,  sprawling  and  crowded  .  “  evan  ?  ”  isla’s  voice  sounded  muted  as  the  chatter  of  the  room  grew  in  volume  and  a  dark  haired  woman  ,  beautiful  and  younger  than  him  ,  wearing  bright  red  lipstick  swooped  into  her  line  of  sight  to  slip  her  arm  through  tristan’s  .  “  earth  to  evan  —  .  .  .  ”  isla  sang  ,  but  it  seemed  she  was  stuck  .  paralyzed  .  dumbfounded  .  she  hadn’t  been  prepared  for  this  ;  the  last  time  she  saw  him  ,  she  was  being  pulled  away  from  a  startling  scene  she’d  caused  in  front  of  the  church  that  housed  the  small  plot  of  land  where  beck  was  buried  .  those  feelings  ,  it  seemed  ,  were  just  as  potent  and  suffocating  as  they  were  then  .  her  freehand  flexed  and  reached  out  for  something  that  wasn’t  there  .  SOMEONE  who  wasn’t  there  .  because  he  was  an  ocean  away  ,  and  tristan  connely  never  did  seem  to  pay  any  mind  to  good  timing  .  “  i  should  —  .  .  .  ”  her  brow  furrowed  as  she  tried  to  get  out  a  full  sentence  ,  unable  to  pull  her  eyes  away  ,  “  i  need  to  —  .  .  .”  it  was  then  that  he  seemed  to  feel  it  ,  eyes  burning  into  his  all  black  getup  ,  and  her  father  turned  to  meet  her  eyes  .  identical  in  their  bright  shade  of  blue  .  “  t’ink  i  left  my  iron  on  at  home  .  i  ‘ave  to  go  ,  ”  she  whispered  as  his  smile  fell  ,  realizing  just  who  he  was  seeing  ,  “  i’ll  see  you  monday  .  ��  evan  tore  her  eyes  away  ,  mustering  up  a  feeble  smile  at  a  startled  isla  as  she  passed  off  her  full  champagne  glass  .  she  made  quick  work  of  diving  into  the  crowd  ,  making  a  hasty  path  for  the  elevator  .  urgency  was  the  only  thing  she  felt  more  fiercely  than  the  lack  of  air  that  came  with  a  punch  in  the  stomach  .  she  didn’t  look  back  as  she  slipped  last  minute  through  golden  elevator  doors  ,  fearful  that  he  might  have  followed  .  or  even  worse  ,  fearful  that  he  hadn’t  .
it  didn’t  matter  when  she  reached  the  lobby  ;  by  then  she  was  well  out  of  reach  ,  but  that  didn’t  stop  her  quickened  pace  as  she  rushed  through  an  ornate  ,  open  room  ,  blindly  reaching  into  the  dainty  bag  that  hung  from  her  shoulder  .  london  was  damp  as  usual  ,  but  the  rain  that  came  down  that  evening  had  long  since  stopped  ,  leaving  a  silvery  shine  on  the  pavement  in  the  moonlight  .  she  didn’t  pay  any  mind  to  where  she  was  walking  ,  only  caring  that  it  was  away  .  she  felt  ambushed  .  .  .  like  HER  corner  of  HER  city  had  been  infiltrated.  like  the  one  thing  that  wholeheartedly  belonged  to  her  —  this  space  she’d  carved  out  for  herself  at  nme  —  was  now  tainted  by  someone  who  made  her  feel  less  than  .  everything  she  felt  clamored  to  the  forefront  of  her  mind  and  spread  across  her  chest  ,  as  though  her  emotions  were  fighting  each  other  for  her  attention  .  anger  .  shock  .  unsettled  sadness  .  longing  .  terrible  ,  terrible  longing  for  the  hand  she’d  reached  for  that  wasn’t  there  .  for  kieran  ,  who  would’ve  made  sense  of  things  before  they  were  on  the  elevator  ,  who  would  have  made  her  feel  steady  by  the  time  they  crossed  the  lobby  .  her  phone  screen  glowed  bright  white  ,  and  she  blamed  the  stinging  of  her  eyes  on  the  searing  light  as  she  pulled  up  his  contact  and  pressed  the  small  button  that  would  call  his  phone  .  one  ring  .  then  two  .  evan  came  to  a  stop  near  grand  steps  that  led  to  a  museum  she’d  never  cared  to  go  to  .  despite  the  damp  pavement  ,  she  felt  her  knees  crumpling  as  she  sat  down  ,  phone  in  one  hand  ,  head  in  the  other  .  “  come�� on  ,  pick  up  .  .  .  ”  it’d  be  a  miracle  if  he  did  ,  but  he’d  always  been  good  at  sensing  when  something  was  off  .  even  when  distance  separated  them  .  three  rings  .  the  fourth  cut  off  in  the  middle  ,  and  she  sputtered  a  sigh  of  relief  .  “  oh  ,  t’ank  god  ,  ”  she  said  quietly  ,  not  bothering  to  hide  the  slight  quiver  in  her  voice  ,  “  are  you  busy  ?  if  you’re  busy  ,  i  can  call  back  later  but  i  —  ”  HUMORLESS  laughter  passed  her  lips  in  a  breath  ,  “  i  would  really  love  it  if  you  weren’t  all  t’at  busy  right  now  .”
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svnarintaro · 4 years ago
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any other way mr. boom boom man
a/n: this is for yssa’s birthday,, she is one of my best mutuals ( @katsuhoee )
my birthday message for her: thank you for not only being a good mutual and total icon for the bnha tumblr community you are one of my greatest friends and i think i could never have express how thankful i am to know you :") to be your friend is a privilege and i thank you for putting up with me 🤧💕
synopsis: bakugou has been so busy with trying to figure out how to start his own agency after you guys graduated and that was all he had on his mind. so after you get forced to hang out with your best friend on your birthday you knew that he had long forgotten your special day.
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(i made this gif :”))
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“Y/NNN let’s go somewhere you lucky birthday gal!!” mina’s loud voice rung out in your house. after the graduation you just felt kind of empty, school was over and a new chapter in your lives. mina was hanging out in your room on your birthday, she came early in the morning to deliver you a box of cupcakes and your birthday present. “i would love to mina but.. i was planing to visit katsuki..” you held your head down low in disappointment and you checked your phone for the tenth time in the given hour.
mina internally panicked. it was her job to keep you occupied as katsuki was at his house getting things ready with the rest of the bakusquad, she needed to get her whole act together but she needed to make it seem natural, "you know your boyfriend is literally an old man in a teen body, he barely has his phone on."
a wave of disappointment fell over you. 'she does have a point. and besides katsuki hates birthdays anyways.' you sadly smiled and asked mina if the two of you could go to a specific grocery store to pick up a specific type of popsicle. "WAIT THERE ARE SUCH THINGS AS BOBA BARS?!" mina screamed out.
"yeah! i mean.. todoroki said something about there being boba bars a while ago and i thought tat you would be one of the people that would try it out with me." your mouth practically had a bucket of drool with how much you wanted the popsicle. "can we open the box once we get one?" mina asked as she skipped alongside you. you were happy that throughout all three years at U.A she was there to be a shining light of positivity. your head nodded at her request.
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"I TOLD YOU GUYS TO GET OUT OF THE DAMN KITCHEN," bakugou screamed in pure anger as he was trying his hardest to concentrate. "bakubro calm down a bit, knowing mina she can probably find a way to distract your lovely girl friend for a while." denki assured the angry alpha male in the kitchen.
he wasn't under the pressure of time. he was more angry at the fact that he had three imbeciles helping him for y/n's special day. "I KNOW PINKY IS VERY CAPABLE UNLIKE A CERTAIN DUNCE." the aggressive blond continued to stir the living daylights out of the whipping cream he bought for the icing. the three other boys were there to help with the decoration of his house. "damn who knew bakugou was such a simp for his girl-" sero whispered but the moons the mutters the words 'his girl' his face was met by a wooden spoon.
"guys don't make fun of him. this is a day about her not a day about him being doting for her so calm down." kiri places his hand on his heart as he was about preach about 'how manly' his best friend was for doing this for his girlfriend. in full honesty bakugou never really celebrated birthdays. he was always with his parents on that day and refused to see anyone else but the moment he had you his whole life changed so he wanted you to be happy on your day.
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mina went on and on about her old dance performances, even breaking out into dance when she wanted to show you how the dance went. "you seem pretty cheerful today mina~ what's up with that?" you were growing a little suspicious since on the way to the market she wanted to film around 3 tik toks and they all were posted privately, "nothing i just really like hanging out with you." her arm was hooked around your shoulders and she ruffled your hair.
"alrighty mina. operation boba bars shall now commence." you clapped your hands as the two of you dashed towards the frozen isle. you scanned for a black little box that had the bars that you needed, while mina was on the other side texting bakugou asking how much longer did she need to stall for the boys to get ready. 'calm down i just need thirty more minutes racoon eyes.'
mina got the message as she put her phone in her back pocket and started her search for the popsicles. 'if it takes ten minutes to get to bakugou's place from here and approximately 5 minutes until the bars melt with this type of weather, i will opt to eat half of the box so the boys can have the time they need.' and as if it was magic mina found the box and she grabbed it and went to the other isle to find you.
"y/n!! i got the.. bars." you were looking at a group of first years getting together. the nostalgia felt surreal to you. "y/n.. are you okay?" mina tilted her head to see your face more clearly, you were crying. "sorry it's just.. ever since graduated our lives are now beginning, we are moving so quickly and i don't even know where to start.. i just remember how much time has gone by.." you wiped your tears to show a smile. "but i know one thing is for sure! is that i want you, bakugou and the rest of our friends to stay friends for the rest of our lives."
you felt sad but you knew you had to let go from being seventeen and jumping onto eighteen. "alrighty princess let's get your crown back on your head. we are going to eat these and then we are going to barge into bakugou's place and yell at him." the classic mina smile made your solemn feelings melt away and you nodded. "and as your ultimate bestie i will have he obligation to pay for you."
after the two of you payed you opened the box to have the popsicles. it was a hot day after all, so the two of you started to head to the bakugou household. "okay but like why do these absolutely SLAP." you laughed as you enjoyed the cold treat. "todoroki knows what's up-" you laughed out and you smiled thinking about how far todoroki went from being the most awkward boy in the class to on of the most easiest people to talk to.
the two went on and on about how good the popsicle was and recorded each other for your snapchat memories.
the moment that you got to your boyfriends house struck some true terror in you. "alright here it goes.." you walked up the pavement with mina at your side and you knocked on the door only to see it open as if it weren't locked.
you were confused and walked in. "katsu? where are you the door was open.." your head was filled with the worst case scenarios. as you walked into the house even further the lights were turned on and you heard a loud 'surprise'. you saw not only the rest of the bakusquad but the rest of your friends from your graduating class of 3-A. "guys.." you brought your hands to your face to wipe the tears off of your eyes.
you saw bakugou in the middle with a cake that had an elegant icing job.
"you thought we forgot? bold of you to assume the the great bakugou could ever forget his princess' birthday." he held the cake in front of him as he took large strides towards you. "i wouldn't miss this for the world."
he urged you to blow the candles out so you could hang out with the rest of your friends before you got to open your gifts. you got greeted and you talked about random topics with the people you haven't seen since graduation; deku and uraraka were getting married, todoroki went to europe, jirou got scouted by numerous agency's and so much more.
by the time the party died down and the presents were exchanged bakugou came up to you and wrapped his arms around you. "happy birthday love.. i have something for you." he pulled you outside to gain a little more privacy. "i know we have been through so much and that our lives are beginning to change before our eyes. i know we aren't going to be friends with everyone in the class once we begin our careers but.." he pulled out a lanyard with a key on it. "i will never let you go y/n. and i swear by that. so could you do me the honour and move in with me in my new apartment?"
you couldn't believe it, you could finally live with bakugou and actually have free reign of the place. "i wouldn't have it any other way mr. boom boom man." you smiled as you pulled him in for an kiss.
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