#i wanted to yank away the pencil and throw it out the window

[fewderpewders]

nothing quite like looking up if something you feel is common and finding that there’s an actual name for the condition/behavior

[fish-eat-fish]

hiii! never requested anything before, but could you do something with pavitr from spiderverse? I don’t see people post about him as often!

GN reader please! but if not, that’s perfectly fine too, just ignore me. have a nice day!

⋆ Pavitr Prabhakar x gn!reader [Holding On] ⋆

tags: fluff, sneaking out, kisses

word count: 2.1k

a/n: i’m so slow w writing apologies.. i had no idea what to write for this but managed to persevere, he’s so cute enjoy o(｀ω´ )o

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“Okay, wait. You’re telling me you’ve never had chai before?” Spoke Pavitr, looking at you like you were crazy.

“Like never ever? Ever?” He drew out, looking at you with desperation across the room.

You chuckled, repeating your statement.

“Never. I’ve just never tried it! I don’t know what more you want from me.” You whined, finding his reaction amusing. He held out his hands in front of him, clearly distressed at this piece of information. He muttered something you couldn’t understand to himself.

“Okay, tell me, what’s so great about this tea anyway?” You inquired, placing your pencil down. Assignment papers scattered around your desk as you gave up on studying for the fourth time. Pavitr sat with his legs crossed on your bed, comfortably sat.

“It’s only like the greatest thing I’ve ever tasted? It’s got this super creamy taste and it’s so flavorful! I can’t believe you haven’t tried it before. Seriously.” Pavitr crossed his arms, peering at you. He sighed, clearly confused. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.

“What is it now?” You sighed.

Pavitr looked around the room, looking over at the papers on your desk, his mind working. He grinned as he looked at you. You knew he was up to something.

Your voice was suspicious, “Pav… No. Whatever it is, no.”

“...”

“Pavitr.” You warned.

“Come on! Listen, it’ll just be a super quick trip. Your parents won’t even notice that we’re gone.”

You couldn’t believe it. He was being so mischievous!

“Of course they’ll notice! We can’t go jumping out of my window every single time you come over.” You scolded, trying your best to not cave in. That was untill he pulled out the look. His pleading look.

You groaned, “No! No. Pav.”

“...”

“Ugh I hate when you do that!”

You groaned frustratedly. “Okay, just this once. But we have to be back before dinner.” You sighed trying to put out down some rules. Pavitr only chuckled at how easily you folded. He got up from your bed, reaching into his school bag to grab out his spidersuit.

You glanced at him as he changed, butterflies filling your stomach as you found yourself in this situation once again. Ever since you’d accidentally discovered his identity, you were scared he’d distance himself from you. But to your surprise, he was grateful to have at least one person in on his secret. And you definitely knew he liked to show off to you. It was definitely cute.

You turned away from him, grabbing a jacket and some spare money. Throwing your shoes on, you turned to Pavitr once he was finally done changing. He smiled proudly as he fixed up his suit, patting off any debris. He held his colorful red mask in his hand, grinning at you widely as leaned towards you, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You smiled at his contact, yanking your window open as you let him land on the fire escape as he exited through it. You slung a leg over the window sill, grabbing onto his shoulder to help balance as you followed behind him. Pavitr gave you a smug grin before fully pulling his mask over his face.

You looked him up and down, admiring him in the suit, “I like you in costume.”

Pavitr’s eyes widened through his mask, quiety flustered at your comment. “It’s technically a suit, not a costume.” He mumbled. You laughed at him as you reached up and slung your arms over his shoulder, holding on tight to him as he nervously placed his arm around your waist.

“You ready?” He asked with a gentle voice. Making sure you were comfortable. You nodded, your heart racing as Pavitr nodded, flinging his golden bangle up into the air, swinging it into the sky as it wrapped around a building. He gave you a reassuring nod before hoisting you and kicking off of the window, the two of you swinging with his web.

The busy sounds of the city filled your ears along with the wind that moved against the two of you. He hollered as you two flew deeper into the city, passing bridges and larger buildings. You involuntarily shut your eyes closed, still afraid of the height, even after having swung with Pavitr multiple times. You’d never understand how he felt safe doing what he did. As the two of you picked up speed as Pavitr swung, you clutched onto his shoulders tighter, hiding your face into his shoulder.

You heard a light chuckle from him as you felt the two of you travel across Mumbattan. Citizens shouted greetings to Pavitr, some of them gasping in astonishment and adoration. Even with all of the attention, Pavitr only paid attention to you, clutching onto you as tight as he could.

The two of you traveled through the city for what felt like forever (probably like five minutes, but you were nervous). Eventually, he swung onto the top of a building, holding onto you until the two of you stopped at a building’s rooftop.

Pavitr held onto your waist still, allowing you to move away from him on your own time. You cautiously unscrunched your face, looking up to see his colorful mask. You took a deep breath, recovering from the swinging and appreciating the stability a solid floor offered you.

Pavitr scanned over you, carefully moving his hands from your waist to your hands. He spoke in a gentle and smooth voice, “Holding up okay? We can always walk.” He rubbed circles onto the back of your hand as your adrenaline died down.

You smiled up at the masked boy, “Just catching my breath, I think I got a fly in my mouth.” You joked, lightly laughing. Pavitr chuckled, gesturing to his face, “Perks of the mask.”

Pavitr carefully let go of your hand, stepping away to peer down at the street below, scanning the area. He hummed in approval, reaching his hand out towards you, “The cafe is just a few blocks away. Are you okay to go?” Pavitr tilted his head slightly at you, a mannerism you found cute.

“Of course. I know you won’t drop me.”

Pavitr beamed at you, you could tell. Reaching up, you slung your arms behind Pavitr’s head, kissing his cheek through his mask before letting him grab you again. He giggled at your little gesture, nuzzling into your cheek as a kiss back. Throwing his bangle again, the two of you dropped as he swung across buildings.

Mustering the courage, you very bravely cranked your eyes open, breath hitching at the height the two of you swung, until you remembered you were with your boyfriend. Your superhero boyfriend who would never let you be in harms way. You felt a little lighter, enjoying the wind on your face. The beautiful architecture of Mumbattan illuminated by the sun’s shine took your breath away as you peered out.

This was a view to die for.

Pavitr turned his head, speaking to you midair.

“Almost there.”

You nodded into his shoulder, feeling the momentum of you both halt as he landed on a street. You let out a huff of air as you regained stability. Pavitr peeked into the shop, smiling at you through his mask. He gave your hand a quick squeeze, “Be right back with drinks.”

You watched as he pushed past the glass doors, being welcomed by the employees at the register. A sweet looking woman beamed at him. You couldn’t see what they were saying, but Pavitr seemed to be getting praised as the woman reached up to him, giving him kisses on the cheeks of his mask. He shook his hands and head in objection, reaching to grab his money. The woman shook her head, dismissing him instantly.

You chuckled at Pavitr as he defeatidly nodded. People passing on the streets stared in amazement at Spider-man. Excited chatter surrounded the cafe as people stopped by the window. It was hard not to feel proud of your boyfriend in that moment. To see him be so loved and adored by everyone just as you adored him. Walking off into an empty allyway, you waited for Pav.

He eventually slipped in, scanning behind him to see any stray fans. He walked over to you with two paper cups filled with hot chai in his hands. He sighed, “Sorry that took so long, had to take a lot of pictures.” You nodded, not minding.

“Could you hold these for me? Don’t worry they won’t spill.” He reassured you, passing the chai into your hands. He picked you up, clearly cheery about seeing you after that fiasco. You yelped, forgetting that Pavitr was super strong, “How chivalrous of you.” You teased, watching him shrug sheepishly.

He launched his bangle once again, hoisting you securely and swinging upwards. Clutching onto the cups with one arm, you held onto his shoulder with the other arm. As the two of you swung, gaining momentum, he spotted a particular building he liked. You watched as the two of you rose higher and higher. Pavitr smiled under his mask, placing you down carefully.

You looked around curiously, recognizing the building you stood on.

You peered out, catching the sunset from this elevation, “Whoa.”

Pavitr shrugged, “Nice right? I sit here to catch the sunset a lot, thought you’d like it…” His voice died down as he stared at you from the side, words empty as he saw you engulfed in golden light. In moments like these, he always felt overwhelmed by your bare existence and beauty. His heart raced as you turned to look at him, grinning.

“This is, um, beautiful. Thank you for bringing me up here.”

“No problem… anything for you.” He mumbled.

You sat down on the roof, setting the chai down carefully. Pavitr instantly followed you, sitting down next to you with his legs crossed. He felt proud for bringing you out here, sharing this spot with you. You leaned against his shoulder, unable to take your eyes off of the horizon and the way it lit up Mumbattan. “I can’t believe I’ve never paid attention to the sunset like this,” you admitted. Pavitr nodded.

He gazed over at you, unable to focus. How was he suppose to take in the view around him when you were right there?

Breaking your serene moment, you turned to look at Pavitr back, eyeing him with a smile. “You’re awfully quiet,” you pointed out, grinning. He didn’t speak, just staring at you through his mask. Something was up with him, and you were unsure of what he was thinking in the moment.

As he shuffled, he reached up to his face, pulling his mask up halfway, leaning into you with his body as he kissed you suddenly, hand placed at the curve of your back to pull you in closer. Getting over your initial surprise, you melted into him. He smiled into the kiss, blushing at the way your lips felt against his. He gently pulled back, ignoring the fact that you stared up at him in surprise, mouth slightly agape.

You steadied yourself by grabbing onto his shoulders, “What… what was that about?” You muttered, feeling nervous with Pavitr’s gaze on you, even through his mask. You could tell he was scanning across your features, an innocent smile plastered across the half of his face that was exposed. He had caught you off guard. His stomach fluttered at the unusually close proximity.

His soft giggle snapped you back into the moment, “I just wanted to kiss you, is all.”

Letting the hand on your cheek to fall to his side, he picked up a cup of chai, blowing on it gently before taking a sip, sighing in satisfaction at the taste. He urged you to try yours, handing you your cup.

Recovering from Pavitr’s sneaky move, you took the cup. Bringing it up to your lips, taking an eager sip, accidentally scalding your tongue.

Pav looked over at you in shock, “Careful!”

You made a scrunched up expression which he chuckled at, watching you blow on the drink this time. As you took a more cautious sip, your face lit up at the taste. Humming in approval, you continued to drink it.

“You were right! This is… amazing. Wow.”

He leaned down a little closer to you,“Don’t ever question my judgement.” He scolded playfully.

Pavitr continued to drink from his cup, smiling at the moment the two of you were sharing. He let go of your waist, placing both hands on his cup. You looked over to him, his tan features engulfed in golden sun. You were in awe at your amazing boyfriend. His head fell onto your shoulder, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence and enjoying a hot drink as the sun lowered.

The two of you would definitely spend too much time sitting there at the rooftop, never wanting to leave the view. Of course, Pavitr would swing you back over to your house just in time. The two of you seated back at your desk and bed, acting like you had continued studying together when your parents entered the room to check in on you both. Pavitr gave you a sly look after, continuing to work on his paper.

Having Spiderman be your boyfriend had its perks.

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[zhounauts]

one hit is all it takes; k.gyuvin

☾₊ ⊹ when your high school's handball tournament gets a little bit (very) intense, and what would've been your team's winning shot, ends up in gyuvin's face (ouch). with the hit, gyuvin takes this opportunity to get closer to you, all while trying to act like he hates you.

CHAPTER 6 ! new feelings and soap are in the air

“you aren’t coming?” yunjin asks. you give her a look before both her a ni-ki burst out laughing.

“oh right! you got to scrub windows, boo hoo our poor ynnie,” ni-ki says.

“you ugly ass-” you exclaim, ready to pounce.

“i don’t think you want any more detention y/n, especially for attacking a student,”

“die, both of you,”

“so that was very hurtful,” yunjin says, “i would appreciate if you would apolog—”

“she’s violent! run!” ni-ki exclaims, as you grab another pencil from your pencil case, getting ready to throw it. you watch as your two friends disappear out of the classroom, giggling like goons and sigh. you gaze longingly (dramatically) outside your classroom window and watch as students make their way out of the school, ignoring your suffering. however your sad thoughts are cut off by your phone vibrating, and you groan knowing exacty who was texting you.

you groan, yet you stand up and make your way out of the classroom to carry Gyuvin’s bags.

“this is all your fault,” you grumble, mixing up soap and water.

“not this again,” gyuvin deadpans.

“if you didn’t come in and make a scene at the office we wouldn’t be here,”

“if you didn’t slam my face with a ball, that scene at theh office would not have happened, and we wouldn’t be here,”

“maybe you should’ve dodged it then,”

“maybe you shouldn’t have thrown the ball so hard,”

“well maybe i wanted to win— the fuck?!” you exclaim, mouth agape as soapy water drips down your cheek, “you didn’t just—”

“HEY!” gyuvin screeches, he goes to dip his good arm into the soapy mixture again before you yank it away just in time.

“i don’t think so!”

“well i think so!” gyuvin exclaims lunging towards you. you scream as his ungodly long arm almost grabs you and gyuvin laughs. quickly jumping away, (parkour skills) you hide behind a desk hoping that it can protect you from him.

“you just left the soap behind genius,” gyuvin taunts. you gape.

“fuck!” next thing you know, soaps flying through the air and you can’t stop laughing no matter how hard you try to stop it. not only that, you just can’t seem to stop the warmth that's rising up in your stomach.

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a/n it has been 2,500,954 seconds since i posted a chapter for this story.

i apologize, my school's starting tomorrow and i might cry and sob and punch the wall kick a chair break a toe dislocate my shoulder choke on

[saintsofwarding]

SAINTS OF WARDING; HUNGRY DEMONS

Chapter 12: Epilogue

"Rose."

She ignored the voice and kept on drawing. Dark pencil smudged the side of her hand, her skin glittery with graphite.

"Hey. Rose. You listening to me?"

"Nah," Rose said.

A hand slapped over her notebook, right over her doodles. Rose blinked, let out her breath, then looked up. The girl standing alongside her library table, one arm full of books, the other currently taking part in obscuring her drawings, smiled down at her. Short and curvy, with hair that was pink on the ends and outgrown black at the roots, Sam dressed like she'd just rolled out of a Goodwill dumpster and put on whatever she'd yanked out with her.

"Hey, Sam," Rose said. Heat crept up her cheeks. Backing Sam were a couple of other kids from their grade, carrying instrument cases, slouched against the high school library shelves like they owned the place. They all must have just gotten out of band practice. As much as Rose wished she could partake- so you can look at Sam all day, you dumbass, she told herself- she wasn't exactly musically-inclined.

She tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, trying to look like less of a huge nerd. "I...uh...I didn't realize that was you..."

"In the flesh, space cadet. Whatcha drawing?" Sam lifted up her hand and peered down at Rose's notebook, the intricate drawings covering both pages. Black vines and creatures with bared fangs, pairs of hands missing fingers, massive bat-winged beasts. Rose's face felt like it might burst into flames as Sam looked them over with thoughtful care.

"Oh, wow," she said. Her voice softened. "These are pretty cool. You should post this stuff online, people would love these-"

"I, uh, I take art classes," Rose said quickly, cutting Sam off. She shrugged to stop herself from fidgeting. "I'm, um, still working on technique, and stuff...I want to be ready, you know, before...before I show anything off, so I'm not, um...embarrassed, um, further down the line-"

She was rambling. Why was she rambling? "I will though. Post them online. When I have stuff. That I want to post online."

"Nice," Sam said, with a quirk of her eyebrow that made Rose's stomach flip over. "Hey, listen. Me and Necro and Matt were talking-"

She indicated her friends with a wave of her hand. "-And we were thinking we'd throw a party Friday night. Just like a casual kind of thing. You should come."

"Me?" Rose squeaked.

"Yes, you. You're cool with us, Rose. Bring your friends," Sam said. "If you have any." She winked.

Rose drew breath to answer, to say yes, yes, absolutely, I'll be there, when and where, you need anything, drinks or snacks or maybe a long, intense make-out session, when deep in the pit of her chest she felt it.

A jolt.

A ripple in reality.

Great.

She stood abruptly, making her chair squeak away from her table. Sam rocked back on her heels as Rose gathered up her books and notes and pencils, stuffing them into her messenger bag with a sweep of her arm.

"You okay?" Sam said.

"Yeah. Yes. I'm...I have to go," Rose said. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" She slung her bag over her shoulder and began away, her heart pounding, her hand clenched.

"You didn't say if you were coming to the party or not!" Sam called.

Rose didn't answer.

She hurried through the darkened school library, the thick treads of her combat boots squeaking on the lino. She weaved past the stacks, shelves stuffed with books, big dirty glass windows allowing the dreary, rippling shadows of rain from outside. Late afternoon, and the light was already fading, winter drawing darkness over the city. As Rose walked, the jolt grew stronger, becoming a rhythmic pulse throughout her whole body; she felt it like a drill in the backs of her teeth, sickening and awful.

She picked up speed until she was sprinting through the library. She raced down a set of service steps lit by a humming fluorescent bulb, to the building's side door. Rose burst through and into the alley behind the library, a corridor of concrete and asphalt half-drowned under the heavy rainfall. Ahead loomed an overturned dumpster, green paint chewed by rust.

In it, half-buried in garbage, was a massive form. Black, glistening skin was stretched and split over muscle packed on top of muscle, like bowling balls stuffed inside a pair of tights. It snarled and scraped inside the dumpster, hunched shoulders rising from the trash, huge bone-spurs stabbing at the air as it attacked the garbage.

Hunting for food, probably.

"Hey!" Rose called through the rain.

With a snarl, the thing swiveled, whip-crack-fast. Multiple pairs of eyes glowed from multiple eye sockets, its head a canine skull twisted and re-formed into an exciting new shape, like a heavy metal album cover artist's darkest and most perverted fantasies. Maybe the thing had once been a dog, some stray exposed to the wrong stuff. Maybe not. Either way, it wouldn't stop at mauling the garbage. If Rose didn't put it in the dirt, someone would be dead by morning.

"Did you sniff me out?" Rose said. She unhooked her bag from her shoulder and dropped it to the steps. "Or is today just your lucky day?"

The mutant's snarl deepened. Gums slid back from a tangle of sharp teeth, black mutagen dripping to the pavement. It shoved away from the overturned dumpster and dropped to the asphalt; the impact shook the ground.

Rose braced back, her teeth clenched, her hands in fists at her sides. This could get messy; good thing tomorrow was laundromat day.

"Hey, Rose, you sure you're okay? There's this, like, goth hobo outside the library, says he's here to pick you up-"

Pink flashed through the rain. Rose went stiff as she registered Sam at the mouth of the alleyway, her mouth hanging open, her eyes huge.

She took in the monster.

She took in Rose, facing it down.

She made a high-pitched sound that might have been an abortive shriek.

"Sam!" Rose screamed. "Get out of here!"

She was too late. The mutant whirled with a bellow and flung itself at Sam; the other girl dropped to the ground, arms raised up as if that might stop it.

Rose flung her arms forward.

Gouts of black mold erupted from the pavement, from the walls; black veins pushed at her exposed hands, pulsing in time with her furious heartbeat. The mold twisted into tentacles, vines of pure, glistening mold. They shot toward the monster, winding around its neck, one of its foreclaws, jerking it to a halt seconds before it smashed Sam to the pavement.

Rose screamed again as the monster wrenched at its bonds; with a slick, fleshy crackle it ripped forward. Sam stumbled back, out of range. The monster's foreclaw came away from the side of its body, nothing but a bloody, gaping wound left; as Rose watched, flesh rippled, knitting together, re-forming. In moments a new foreleg slammed to the pavement, the thing healing itself even as it tore itself apart.

"Fuck!" Sam yelled. She was pressed against the alley wall, the healed monster rounding on her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-"

With a yell, Rose sent another wave of mold at the monster. Too slow. The monster's head snapped forward, jaws wide, ready to close around Sam's skull-

Rose's heart seized, Sam's name trapped inside her throat- she was gonna see her die, right here, right now-

A hum filled the air.

Lightning snapped and arced, filling the alleyway with an eerie glow.

Silver sliced through the rain and impaled the monster to the pavement with the crack of metal in concrete. A stop sign, Rose registered. It pinned the beast straight through the ribcage, its bright red sign wobbling back and forth. It started to vibrate, the hum growing stronger, louder, until it became nearly unbearable, an agonizing high-pitched whine in Rose's skull.

As if anticipating its own impending doom, the monster raked and snapped at the sign trapping it. No deal. Rose knew it was as good as dead already.

As it hummed faster and faster, the metal of the sign glowed, first cherry-red, then orange, then white-hot-

"Cover your eyes, Sam," she shouted, and hoped to God the other girl was listening.

She squeezed her own eyes shut an instant before the sign exploded, blowing apart the monster from the inside out. Glutinous liquid sprayed Rose; she heard Sam's yell of disgust as she got hit by the deluge. Shrapnel pinged against the alley walls, neatly avoiding her, and, she assumed, Sam.

He was good like that.

Silence fell, broken by the sound of rain, the gurgle of the monster's dying growls. Rose opened her eyes. Everything- the alley, the pavement, Sam, her- was covered in a layer of thick, slimy black muck. A steaming lump of flesh and blackened bones was all that remained of the monster, a crater blasted into the pavement around its corpse. As Rose watched, the remains disintegrated into a pulpy pool. No regenerating from that.

Embers glowed past the steam from the monster's corpse, illuminating the hat-clad silhouette standing in the alley mouth. Long coat, beefy shoulders, scuffed-up engineer boots. The cigar's glow flashed off a pair of round glasses and lit up an impressive mouthful of teeth.

"Oh, my god," Rose said. "Timing."

"Let me guess," Heisenberg called. "You had it handled?"

"Just about." Rose flicked her hand, flinging off a few droplets of mutagen and pulverized monster. She made a face, then blinked. "Oh- oh, no-"

Sam was huddled, weeping, her hands pressed over her eyes. "No, no, no," she whispered, over and over. "No, no, I did not just see that, no, no-" Rose hurried over and knelt at her side. "Hey. Sam. Sam, are you okay?"

"What was that? What the fuck was that?"

"Uh-" Rose glanced up at Heisenberg. He gave her a shrug. "You remember that research project we had to do about the history of Raccoon City, right?"

"The town the government nuked?"

"Yeah."

"Okay?!"

"This sort of thing was kind of why they nuked it."

Sam's hands slid from over her eyes, exposing a faceful of running mascara. "The black stuff," she whispered. "It came out of you-"

"...Yeah."

Sam shoved her away, then scrambled to her feet. She seemed to notice the coating of slime she'd acquired and gasped in a breath, like she was about to scream. She didn't. She stared at Rose for a good five seconds, then whirled on her heel and sprinted out of the alley, past Heisenberg, who stepped theatrically out of her way.

Rose watched her go. She shivered. Her abandoned bag lay in a puddle of rainwater, soaked through.

"Dammit," she muttered.

She retrieved the bag, but the damage was already done. All her books, her notes, her drawings, everything, was drenched. Ruined.

Rose sniffed.

"She asked me to a party," she said, hooking her bag over her shoulder and approaching Heisenberg.

"Yeah? You gonna go?"

"I kind of think my invitation just got rescinded."

"So? Find out where she lives. Track the place down. Crash the shindig. Violence. Mayhem." He grinned down at her as they left the alleyway. "Maybe some screaming."

"You are so weird," Rose muttered.

"I just saved your life, kid. Be grateful I didn't let your girlfriend's head get chomped off."

Rose's face flash-cooked. "She's...she's, um, she's not my girlfriend-"

"Sure, sure. No reason at all you blab about her for hours and hours every single day, talking my ear off, oh, Samantha, you're way too cool for me-"

"I don't- I don't talk about her for hours! That's slander! You're slandering me. Besides." Rose scuffed her boot against the sidewalk. "I kind of blew it just now."

"So fix it, kid."

Rose began to voice a retort. She stopped. She sighed, pausing under the orange glow of a streetlamp. She dug in her wet messenger bag and brought out her ruined notebook, still open to the page of drawings.

Sam had said they were really cool.

She'd said Rose was really cool.

She glanced up at Heisenberg. He watched her with his customary slight smirk, unreadable as ever under the brim of his hat.

"Maybe if I talk to her tomorrow," she allowed. "A really grown-up type conversation."

"That's the way. And if your girlfriend's a little bitch about it, remember what I said. Violence, mayhem, screaming."

Rose rolled her eyes as far as they could physically go. "Still not my girlfriend."

Heisenberg drew at his cigar and let the smoke twine through the rainy evening. He ambled from the pool of orange streetlight, continuing down the sidewalk. "Still saved your life. That earns me twenty-four hours without your fuckin' lip."

"You like it when I roast you." Rose aimed a kick at his leg as she jogged after him.

He stepped smoothly out of the way. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll bite. You're not so bad to have around. Almost makes you worth the trouble."

Rose smiled a little. "You'll never get sick of saving me, will you?"

"Long as you have my back, too." Heisenberg flung his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into a one-armed hug. "You know what they say, kid. Us monsters have to stick together."

[surrealinkrpstories]

FuckinSurreal And FuckinSway - September 13th, 2013

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal 

/I left after helping @PoutyIsabella get Pippa down for her nap, my Camaro cruising down the few blocks to the shop. Glancing down at my watch after parking I see I still had time to set up for my appointment for the day.

I climb up the back steps, and unlock the back door to duck into the air cooled interior of the building. The shop atmosphere is fairly subdued, #Ted was etching some ink into a college dude who’s yapping his gums about the UT game tomorrow.

I tick my head up in greeting to him as his eyes cut my way, then stride over to my station to get it sanitized. Thoughts of the evening’s plans playing in the back of my head/

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I throw my pencil down on to the pad of paper. I can’t concentrate. I keep thinking back to the other night when I had @FuckinLucid in my dream. So real I could touch and almost taste her… until my damn phone went off and woke me up.

Gah! I run my fingers through my hair. I need to get out of this apartment. I quickly stand up and grab my keys, locking up and leaving the building.

My feet take me in whatever direction they feel like going, the pavement crunching under my shoes. I realize that I’m walking towards the bar and also to the shop where @FuckinSurreal works. I think I’ll stop by to visit.* 

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinSway /I scan my eyes around the shop, wondering if the new girl @FuckinWolfBites is working today and how she’s getting on with everyone, my attention turning toward the front shop window catching a glimpse of someone I think looks like @FuckinSway just outside/ 

 Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I enter through the doorway, eyes scanning the room before they land on @FuckinSurreal. He doesn’t look like he is too busy and I walk up to him.*

Hey man, I don’t know if you remember me. We met at the expo. I thought I’d stop by to visit.

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/Stripping the latex from my hands I stand upright to clap palms with @FuckinSway/

Hey man, Julian, right? Yes, I remember you.

/Chuckles/ 

You were the one who was hanging around @FuckinLucid, your stalker.

/Shakes head, grinning/

How you been doing? 

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I grin back at @FuckinSurreal.*

I’m good, I’m good.

*Rubbing the back of my neck for a second.*

So, how do you know @FuckinLucid anyway? 

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinSway /Spins out a seat for you, checking over your shoulder for any sign of my client, turning back to you with a quirk of my brow at your question/

How do I know @FuckinLucid? Hm, you can stay we tend to bump into each other.

/Chuckles shortly/ 

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

Yeah… @FuckinLucid has a way of doing that. So… how are you doing?

*I look around at all the artwork on the walls. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if he wanted to look at any of my art.

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinSway /Swivels in my seat, yanking the latex free from my other hand, taking in the time and seeing my client is late/

Yes @Fuckinlucid does.

/Mumbles under my breath/

Seems to find herself in trouble as well.

/Clears throat, reaching for the sketch for today’s sitting, tucking it into my sketch book realizing the client may not be making it in/

I’m well. Hey, are you up for a brew?

/Calls out over your shoulder asking #Shace to call up the client for a reschedule before turning back to you/

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*Grins at @FuckinSurreal.*

I’m definitely up for that.

*I watch him put the sketch away. I love the chill vibe I am getting from him. It is comfortable and putting me totally at ease. I stand up from the chair and smile.*

Lead the way.

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinSway /Pushes my palms off the back of my chair, recapping the inks and clearing my guns away safely before snatching up my sketch book. I tuck it under my arm, letting #Shace know I was out for the night and turning on my heel toward the back of the shop/

Cool, I stay out back so it’s not too far.

/Stops at the foot of the stairway for you, climbing up the short flight to unlock my door. Hand delving into my jeans for the keys, pushing it open for you to pass through/

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I walk through the doorway and take a glance around @FuckinSurreal’s place. I like it. I wait for him to come through the door before striding over to the living area.*

You got a nice place here @FuckinSurreal. And it is not far from work. That is always a good thing.

*I plop myself down in a chair.*

What kind of brew do you have?

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinSway /Chuckles quietly, striding over to the fridge, dropping my sketches over the bartop as I scan the almost bare shelves/

I’ve got some Heineken or Bud. Which do you prefer?

/Thinking I’d need to restock the supplies soon, but wondering if I should even bother with as much time I’d been spending over at @PoutyIsabella’s house/

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

A Bud sounds good to me.

*I get up and wander over to the fridge where @FuckinSurreal is. I pop open the cap after he hands it to me and take a gulp.*

Ahhh… this is refreshing. So how long have you lived here @FuckinSurreal?

*I sit down on one of the kitchen chairs, fiddling with the paper surrounding the brown bottle.*

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinSway /Grins over the mouth of my bottle of Heineken, swigging back a thick gulp before lowering/

Thanks, about the place before. Hm… I’ve been here a few months now. I think it’s been that long.

/Chuckles/

So what’s been new with you?

/Hoping to find out why you were looking for @FuckinLucid before, walking over to drop into a bar stool beside you/

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I rub my neck uncomfortably, not sure whether to speak about the dream invasion by @FuckinLucid or her tattoos moving.*

Let me ask you a question. When we were at the Expo and @FuckinLucid got her tatt, did you see anything… strange?

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinSway /My brow and interest quirk at that. I cough out my swig of beer, spilling it onto the bar top with a throat clear being somewhat caught off guard at your question. Did you see the same thing I had? I reach over the counter for a rag to soak up the spill/

What do you mean strange? What exactly did you see while I was inking @FuckinLucid?

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I’m silent for a moment. @FuckinSurreal is going to think I’m nuts. But, I blurt out anyway.*

It might have been a trick of my eyes, but I thought I saw @FuckinLucid’s tattoos moving. It was very strange. It could have been the lighting. I don’t know. I was also getting a strange feeling off of her.

*I snap my mouth shut before I give away what I can do and what I can feel. I can’t go around announcing that I’m an empath. I take a swig of beer.*

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinSway /I swallow another sip of the cool brew, allowing things to sink in. You had seen@FuckinLucid’s ink move. I knew it wasn’t my eyes. No, and no trick of light. I remember that look of bliss over @FuckinLucid’s features, the strange reaction to the ink as it was absorbed into her skin. I sit quiet, studying you. I felt somewhat protective of @FuckinLucid. Why were you so interested in her? I roam over your form folding in the seat next to me, you didn’t seem like a threat. I tick my head down with a low hum/

Yeah. I saw the same thing. But what does that mean?

/A question that had been playing in a loop in my mind ever since the day of the Expo/

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*My brows pull together as @FuckinSurreal admits that he saw it as well. First, her ink moves.

Then, she invades my dreams. Why? How? I’m deep in thought for a moment, playing with the beer wrapper again. What is @FuckinLucid’s deal? Does she have a special ability like mine? I glance over at@FuckinSurreal.*

I honestly have no clue. I wonder how it is able to move. Any ideas? Have you seen anything like that before?

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinSway /Shakes my head on my broad shoulders, pulling the last draw on my beer with a low mumble/

I’ve never seen it before.

/Blue eyes shifting down to my clock and seeing I needed to get a move on. I still had to clean up and grab last minute things for the plans I had with @PoutyIsabella later tonight. I stand upright, gathering up my empty bottle/

Sorry, dude, I’ve got to get ready for the night.

/Tosses my bottle into the bin, walking over to clap a palm over the top of your shoulder/

Whatever it is, we’re not going to get to the bottom of it tonight.

/Shakes head/

I’ll speak with @FuckinLucid about it more next time I see her.

/Maybe she can enlighten more as to what was going on and what was up with her skin art/

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I finish my beer and stand up, tossing it in the same place @FuckinSurreal did.*

It’s all good man. And remember, if you ever want to come down to the bar, I can get you free drinks, plus you get to see me play my set.

*Grinning.*

I hope you have a good evening man! I’ll see you next time.

*I leave @FuckinSurreal’s apartment, thoughts flying through my head. I step out into the warm air, gravel on the sidewalk crunching under my feet as I stride quickly in the direction of my apartment. What an enigma @FuckinLucid is. I wonder if I’ll ever see her again. I shrug, reaching my apartment. I guess I’ll have to see.*

[historicrhetoric]

late night

It’s late.

I can’t sleep.

I haven’t been able to sleep through the night, not since the accident.

I keep seeing the flames smear the back of my eyelids when I close my eyes. Lying in the dark, trying to forget it all, but the searing shock of the fire on my flesh lingers. Each minuscule brush of fabric is agonizing. None of the doctors have an answer for it. The simplest explanation would be PTSD, but it doesn’t account for the physical pain I feel when touched by another person.

Most nights I sit up and write. Nothing useful makes its way into my notebook. It’s mostly scribbles and incoherent babbling, stuff I’d be too embarrassed to show anyone else. Still, occasionally the words help me make sense of what goes on inside.

 Tonight is pretty bad.

I keep smelling the terrible burning odor, flesh and hair and metal congealing into something stomach-churning. Holding my breath doesn’t make it go away, it’s as though the air itself is poisoned, and each inhale creeps down into my lungs, destroying tissue and blood vessels indiscriminately.

But that’s nonsense. There’s no poisoned air, no fires, nothing in my room that could hurt me.

Still, my bedside lamp stays on and watches over me, a florescent little angel.

 I lean back, nestling deeper into the pillows behind me. My back and neck are tense and sore, but worst of all are my eyes, bloodshot and stinging. Freda recommended melatonin and chamomile today, and I didn’t want to tell her I had already tried it. I remember scooping the tea bags from her warm hands and trying my hardest to return her smile.

Out of everyone who knew, the only one who seemed to really understand was Arthur. He didn’t push any medicines or home remedies on me. He only listened and nodded, brushing my wet hair and helping me braid it.

I am an only child, but if Arthur was my big brother, I would be the luckiest kid in the world.

Well, pre-“The Accident”, anyway.

 I fiddle with my pencil, throwing careless lines onto the page. The wall-mounted clock keeps the time with dutiful clicks. I try to match my breathing to the tick-tocking, but it’s a little too fast and makes my head spin.

Just about anything makes my head spin now. A feeling of constant vertigo, a ringing in my left ear, and insomnia to boot. Lucky, lucky kid.

I slide my pencil into the leather notebook and close it softly. It didn’t do me a lot of good tonight, but I still tucked it into the bedside cabinet with a measure of respect. Precious few friends these days.

Rolling onto my side, I stare at the wall, willing my eyelids to drift shut.

Sleeping, Kada. We’re sleeping now.

 There was a soft thudding sound.

I sat up again.

 It came from the window.

 Everything else seemed normal. The clock told me it was 4:15. My door was shut and locked. And I had definitely shut those double-paned windows.

 Hadn’t I?

 The thudding sound happened again. It didn’t sound sharp, like rocks hitting against glass. It was more like a knock on wood. A body on stone. Thud thud. Little pig. Let me come in.

I pull the covers away and stand, veering slightly from the sudden lightheadedness. My hands are shaking so badly I can hardly feel them. I work hard to keep breathing, in and out, just like at physical therapy.

The adrenaline is helping. That’s what I tell myself as I clutch the curtains. One swift tug. Yank it all away and expose the boogey man where he stands. Drooling. Staring. Smiling.

 On my third exhale, I pull the curtains aside and step back, taking in everything at once.

The singular street lamp casting pale light onto those shadows, mixing them into something grey and ominous. The paved driveways and gutters, the gravel road, the cracked sidewalks and sparse hedges. Winter killed off everything green and living.

There isn’t anything to greet me, at first. No moon or stars. And no smiling figures, either.

My heart won’t slow down though. That tight feeling in my chest, the blood in my ears, pounding, hot and alert. I squeeze my eyes shut, and then open them again.

Something is wrong, and my body knows it.

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Disarm pt. 11

Words: 4.5k

Summary: Edward and Y/N deal with the aftermath of Halloween night in their own seperate ways

Tags: angst, hurt no comfort, chronically ill reader, anti-social Edward, obsessive thinking, classic riddler meltdown

warnings: mental deterioration, depictions of mental health issues/ breakdown, manic episode, depictions of illness, depression author note: i continue to be sorry

Chapter 11- Destroy The Mind, Destroy The Body

Edward heard the door slam, he knew Y/N was gone. He grabbed the bottom of his desk and flipped it, everything falling to the floor. Pens and pencils clattered everywhere. He screamed, kicking at his ledgers on the ground.

He wanted to destroy everything, he wanted it all gone. He tore at his walls, shredding at the paper, pulling everything down in a blind rage. “We were going to have EVERYTHING” he shouted to no one in particular, “I HAD IT ALL PLANNED OUT!” he screamed.  “We were going to leave Gotham and be SAFE,” he picked up an ink bottle and hurled it at the wall, watching as it shattered into pieces, leaving a huge black stain. A fitting representation of how he felt.  “We were going to watch the whole thing together!” He stood there in the wreckage of his apartment, his breathing ragged.  She’s going to turn me in. She thinks I’m wrong, that I’m ‘evil’. He laughed, a bitter and angry sound. I did this for her and she calls me evil?

“How could I have been so stupid!” He kicked his chair and it toppled over, lying on the ground with everything else.  Edward grabbed handfuls of his hair, smashing his fists into his skull. “So stupid, so stupid.” he murmured to himself, “We were gonna have EVERYTHING!” 

Y/N had flinched away from him when he reached for her. He couldn’t get it out of his mind. Her face had been filled with fear, real fear. 

Like the first night he had met her.  Afraid of me? He thought, Afraid of me?!

“How could she think that? How could she, how could she, how could she-” he ranted, repeating the phrase over and over again until the words became unintelligible.  He sank to the floor, moaning, his face wet, covered in snot and tears. How did this all go so wrong? 

He had been abandoned again. Y/N was just another person who didn’t understand him. 

“If she wants– If she wants to be afraid of me, then fine.” He reasoned with himself, “That means I’ll never have to see her again.” His heart ached in his chest and his tears betrayed his words. “Stop. Stop crying.” He demanded, hands over his face. “Stop,” he pleaded with himself, but the tears wouldn’t stop. His whole body ached with pain. The grief of Y/N’s rejection was too overwhelming. He curled up into a ball in the corner of his destroyed apartment, and wailed, his body wracked with sobs. He stayed like that for what must have been hours, the sky outside changing from black to a deep blue as he willed himself to stop crying.  He sniffled, looking out at the brightening sky.

His tears had finally stopped. He glared menacingly at the start of a new day.  “I don’t need her.” he announced, picking himself off the floor. He looked out of his window over Gotham, “I don’t need her,” he repeated, wiping his face with his sleeve, his eyes red and puffy. She would turn him in today. He needed to leave this apartment. I don’t need her, I don’t need her. He repeated to himself internally, like a mantra. He would throw himself into this plan with or without her. 

He opened his closet and yanked the duffel bag he kept for her out, dumping its contents onto the floor. He tore through his apartment, frantically shoving papers, his laptop, his gun, and other items into the bag. If he kept busy with the plan, he wouldn’t have to think of her. If he kept busy with the plan, he wouldn’t have to be in pain. He wouldn’t give himself time to even think about anything to do with her. He had things to do. —------------------------------------------------------------- Y/N lay on the couch, watching the television screen.

It had been four days and she hadn’t heard anything else from Edward. Not a text, not a phone call, and certainly not a visit. At first, she had really believed that he would come for her, that he would explain. She waited for any sign that he still cared about her, but no. She had been tossed aside. 

“You’re not smart, you’re only good for a mediocre fuck.” His words taunted her cruelly. She knew she wasn’t smart, maybe that’s why he hadn’t told her.

And the second thing, well, that made her want to die. 

She had feared their entire relationship that she wasn’t good enough for him, and it had been proven. She wasn’t. She hadn’t been good at sex. She hadn’t seen that he needed help, she hadn’t noticed the signs. 

She hadn’t stopped any of this from happening. 

She had failed him. Over the last four days she had alternated between numbness and waves of unbearable pain ripping through her. She had cried more than she thought a human being could cry. 

She had thought about turning him in, but those thoughts brought even more anguish. She couldn’t reconcile the Edward she had known and the Edward she had met on Halloween night in her mind. She just couldn’t bring herself to believe that he would actually flood Gotham.  

He won’t. A part of her had to believe that. She was watching the news. Every time he killed someone, it was broadcasted. She didn’t know why she was watching. To punish herself, she supposed. 

How did you not see the signs? His distance over the last week, the times she had found him dazed, ink all over him. The rants he would go on, eyes wild, hair messy. She winced. Thinking of Edward’s beautiful face felt like a knife in her stomach.

He hated her. He wasn’t coming back. And that’s why she was watching the news so obsessively. 

Just for the chance to see him again. And she had seen him again. 

The news station was playing his videos 24/7, it seemed. So it was almost like he was still there with her. Almost. There were two new videos now, one when he had killed the Commissioner and a second one when he had killed Coulson. He had killed them both so violently. It was all so shocking that she felt numb, only feeling pain when she saw that he had built a dedicated following around himself. 

That he had told other people about what he was doing, just not her. Edward would—No, the Riddler would appear on screen and she wouldn’t be able to breathe. Tears leaking out of her eyes that already burned from crying so much already. 

She would watch, her heart in pieces, staring at the glasses she had used to take off of him and set on the nightstand. Watching him rant and gesticulate wildly with the hands that had used to hold her so gently. So far, he had only been taking out crooked cops and corrupt members of the justice system. She knew it was wrong but sometimes she found herself relieved that he appeared to have some sort of moral code. Until he floods the city, she reminded herself. She was a mess of conflicting feelings. She knew murder was wrong, but the people Edward was killing were terrible people. And honestly, wouldn’t it do some good to strike fear into other officials that wanted to abuse their power? She genuinely felt that the city would be better off without the people that he had disposed of. But then again, he had also disposed of her. And still. It was murder. 

It hurt so much to see him and that’s why she watched. She wanted to hurt. She wanted to be beaten into the ground and never get back up again. She stood to go to the bathroom, and felt woozy. She hadn’t taken any of her medications since the incident. She sucked in a sharp breath, the memory of that night causing her to wrap her hands around her chest tightly, trying to control the pain. 

She never picked her overnight bag off of the floor, she had just ran. It was still at—She winced, unable to think about Edward’s apartment. Her head was fuzzy, pain throbbing through her temples. Nausea ripped through her. She realized dully that she hadn’t eaten since that night either, as she made it past her kitchen. Oh well. 

The withdrawal symptoms of going off her medication so suddenly had made it impossible to eat. That and the loss of the love of my life, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, the thought of him tugging at the hole in her chest. He had been… She felt her lower lip tremble just thinking of it. He had been her person. And now he’s gone. She felt hot tears track down her face, her throat raw and painful as sobs escaped her. And he thought that she didn’t love him. She would never be able to remedy that now. Her heart pounded in her chest at the exertion of walking and her legs shook.

Everything hurt.

She reached out to steady herself on the wall, unable to keep her balance. Everything felt like it was spinning. Misjudging the distance she slid to the floor. The floor was cool against her cheek. It felt good. 

How funny, she thought. Her apartment was so cold– she could still see her breath but she felt so hot. She stretched out on the cold floor, sinking into it. Maybe he will flood the city. She thought. She found herself hoping that he would. When the flood comes, I hope it takes me under too. She closed her eyes. That would be nice. It would be peaceful. —----------------------------------------------------------- Edward had expected to be turned in. From the moment that Y/N had left his apartment he waited for the sound of sirens. He waited for the police to come and break down his door but they never came. He had been staking out his apartment by hacking into neighboring businesses CC TV signals from a secure location. Some seedy motel he had checked out under a false name with cash. He had only dared to return during the early hours of the morning to grab things he needed for his plans but now he could see that the precaution hadn’t been necessary. So she didn’t turn me in, he mused, editing his latest video. That has to mean something. He thought, picking her ledger out of his bag. He didn’t remember packing it. With a shake of his head he angrily banished that thought from his mind. He had been rejected again. Y/N was just another in the long list of people in his life that had let him down. 

Edward threw her ledger away from him with force, watching as it hit the wall across from him with a loud thud. His lower lip trembled and he bit the inside of his cheek, to keep the tears from coming. It doesn’t mean anything. She just doesn’t want to be implicated. He thought, focusing once again on his laptop. She wasn’t like his followers. They understood him, truly cared for him. Saw his plan for what it was. Saw him for what he was. 

She was afraid of me, Edward thought bitterly.  She thought that I would hurt her. If she thought that then she didn’t know me at all. She NEVER knew me. 

He wasn’t evil, he was justice. He had been watching social media sites as well and most of Gotham wasn’t even saddened that he had killed the Mayor, the Commissioner, and Coulson. A lot of people online had been relieved when these scumbags died. Everyone knew that this city needed a change. It was just her that was against him. He thought about killing the Commissioner and Coulson. They hadn’t felt the same as when he had killed the Mayor. Back when he had thought that she would be proud of him. 

The Commissioner’s death he could barely remember, that one he committed in a haze of pain and rage. With Coulson, he had calmed down a bit, and had thoroughly enjoyed making him suffer in front of everyone. That slimy little pig. 

Sure, both killings had made him feel good for a while. After each one, he had been filled with adrenaline, basking in the glory of his own righteous anger. His divine judgement. He had chased those highs for as long as he could. 

Of course, his followers had approved, but it still didn’t wholly satisfy him.

He wanted to save Gotham, but more than that, he had wanted to save Gotham for Y/N. Change it for her. As much as he forced himself to push past it, he couldn’t help but feel like his actions were meaningless without her. And really, what would flooding the city accomplish? Renewal. It would cleanse everything. The city would start completely fresh. Edward answered himself in his head, smiling.

He worked on his riddler website for a couple hours before he felt unsure again. Maybe she was right, there were people that didn’t deserve to die, that would. The ends justify the means. He reasoned, resuming his work. He was distracted though, the image of her face as he had screamed at her came to his mind, and he felt a twinge of guilt. No. He cut that train of thought off immediately. He had let her in, he had loved her, and she rejected him. There was nothing for him to feel bad about. And even if his plans were going a little too far, Which they aren’t, he reminded himself, she would never understand. He couldn’t just let this go. It was his whole life. He needed retribution for his suffering, otherwise what was the point? Shutting his laptop, too agitated to focus, he thought about his apartment. He still needed to go back and collect more things, maybe clean it after his little.. Outburst. He felt uneasy when he thought about that night. He bit his cheek again, this time not stopping until he tasted blood and focused on the sting, forcing himself not to think about it. He was already thinking about her too much and he couldn’t have that. 

Soon all of his papers and all of his things would be back in place, in perfect order. Everything will be under control. Until then, he would work on his website and streams. He would work on designing more traps and more bombs. He would look over his plans for the retention wall again. Make sure that the vans were all perfectly placed, he thought, Y/N thankfully gone from his mind once more. —--------------------------------------------------------- Edward hadn’t gone this long without seeing Y/N in months, he realized, feeling a familiar ache in his chest. The streets were quiet at this time of night, he was driving again. Whenever there was a lull in his plans, when he ran out of things to do, he would just go for a drive. 

He could not let himself rest. He would not let himself stop. Looking down at his hands he noticed for the first time that his fingers were covered in ink and some of them were bleeding. Hm. He hadn’t noticed before, because they didn’t hurt. He looked back at the road. That had probably happened while he was working on making more bomb mechanisms. He grinned, he had spent hours on Coulson’s. Sad that it had to be destroyed in an instant. Oh well, it was all for a good cause. However, he was running out of supplies to make them. They were back at his apartment. He supposed it was safe to go back now. Since she– No. He carefully tiptoed around that place in his mind. Didn’t need to think about it. Anyway, he would go back and work from there. —------------------------------ Edward awoke confused and disoriented. He blinked his eyes slowly, adjusting to the harsh light. Oh. He was still in his car. He could feel a kink in his neck from sleeping in such cramped conditions. Thankfully his car was parked. He had made it to his apartment complex. He vaguely remembered deciding to go there the night before. He didn’t remember driving here or falling asleep though, he noted with concern. He realized that he couldn’t actually remember the last time he slept at all. With a groan, he extricated himself from his vehicle. What was he here to do again? Clean my apartment…? No.. It was.. For some reason Edward’s mind wasn’t as fast as it normally was. It was.. I was going to… As he walked up the steps to his building, he finally remembered. I was here to make more bomb mechanisms! My supplies are here.  Walking up to his apartment he felt unease growing in his stomach. He unlocked the door and was met with his apartment exactly how he had left it. A giant mess. He thought about resting. Just going to his bed and sleeping. The bed where he and Y/N had—No. No resting. He needed to clean. He obviously couldn’t work in this mess. He surveyed the apartment wondering where to start. Probably all of the broken glass on the floor. He had a flash of remembrance, pushing everything off of the table, vials shattering, chemicals going everywhere. The chemicals he needed to work with. He rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance at his past self. Okay, you need gloves, a bucket, a….a sponge or…… something to clean with, Edward struggled to run through a mental list in his mind, trying to stop the memories of that night from coming up. Going to his kitchen to grab the items, he remembered how he and Y/N had made meals in there together. Ugh no– stop. Just. His heart hurt being here. Just push through it. He rolled his eyes at his own sentimentality while slowly picking up the glass from his floor. He hated the absolute heartache he felt. How much he found himself missing her. It was easier to be angry. While he was in this place, even keeping busy wasn’t helping. Maybe he would sleep instead, just a little, he thought while stumbling over to his couch. Just a little.. —--------------------------- Edward’s sleep was filled with dark and turbulent dreams. He was at the orphanage, watching a tidal wave approach, helpless to stop it. As it got closer he could see small hands reaching up towards him through dark water. Right before the tidal wave crashed over him, he could hear someone calling his name but he couldn’t find the source of it. He was alone in a dark room now, floating in a black sea. Rats were swimming through the water, swarming him.

The commissioner drifted towards him, floating in the water, face down.  He reached out to flip his body over and screamed when Y/N’s lifeless eyes gazed back at him. Edward woke with a start, his heart pounding.  He looked around wildly, disoriented and afraid. He relaxed back into the couch, exhaling loudly when he realized that he was safe, in his own apartment. He focused on slowing his breathing, calming himself down. How long have I been asleep? He wondered. By the light in his apartment, he figured it was late afternoon. He felt his stomach twist in pain and growl loudly. He was so hungry. Getting up, he staggered to the bathroom. He looked like shit. His hair was a mess, and dark purple shadows ringed his eyes. He had streaks of ink, and grease on his face. He looked down. And all over my hands and body as well it seems. He couldn’t go to the diner like this. He needed to shower, put on new clothes and then go eat. After that, he would be able to reassess his situation. —------------------------------------------------

Wish I hadn’t knocked all of this over. He thought to himself, slowly placing the shards in a plastic tub. He had been avoiding picking up his apartment. He had known that sifting through the wreckage would inevitably bring his mind back to that horrible night.

Instead he had just focused full-tilt on his plans. He took his rage and hurt and channeled it into his livestreams, into his trials, into absolute destruction. He had been blinded by it. His mind was a lot clearer now after he had eaten and gotten some much needed sleep. So now, he was picking everything back up. He frowned with displeasure as he realized that some of the chemical spill had burned a hole through the carpet. God damn it. He felt silly for being angry about it, all of this was going to be gone anyway. Maybe. He thought. He was now unsure of the whole, flooding Gotham idea. It did seem a little… extreme. He picked himself off the floor to go find something in the kitchen to scrub up the chemicals with. In the beginning he had only wanted to root out the corruption, he thought, pulling a sponge and some soap from under the sink.  The reason why he had wanted to do that was because of how he had grown up. He didn’t want anyone to suffer like he had. When he remembered that reasoning, the flooding did seem pretty far from his original intention. Y/N’s words about hospitals and nursing homes floated through his head. Orphanages too. Guilt rushed through him, and he felt tears drip down his face. “Ugh!” He angrily threw down his gloves and sponge, standing up to survey the area. The glass was all picked up, most of the chemical spill cleaned. “That’s enough cleaning for today.” He said to himself, harshly wiping away his tears. He needed to go for a walk, and think about things. Really think about them. —----------------------------------- Edward had slept very little after he had returned to his apartment. He watched as the cold morning light filtered in through his windows. How could I have been so wrong about everything? He held his head in his hands, not wanting to face the day. 

Y/N had been right. He had gone over the events of that night repeatedly in his mind. The things she had said did make sense. He had just been too far gone to listen. He regretted the way he had talked to her so deeply.

God, I am an evil piece of shit, he thought, desperately wanting a cigarette, a habit he hadn’t had since college. He had let his plans get so far away from him. 

As he watched the sun rise over Gotham he wondered just when it was that his plans had become more about hurting everyone as badly as he had been hurt, than saving anyone. And especially not saving Y/N. His gut lurched, and he pulled his knees into his chest. He had said such hateful things to her. He hadn’t meant any of it, he had just wanted to hurt her. And you certainly accomplished that! He thought, thinking of how her face had crumpled. Her tears. He missed her so much, but knew he was so very, very, undeserving. I can’t face her. He thought, Not after all of the things I said. And even if he did go to her, just to apologize, she might refuse to even see him. He thought of how scared she had been that night. 

She was terrified of me. That realization made Edward want to turn himself in at Arkham, it was nothing less than what he deserved. The guilt was burning a hole through his chest and he needed to move. He needed to distract himself in any way he could. Picking himself up from his bed, he wandered into his living room. 

He kneeled and started sifting through the pages on the ground, collecting them carefully. Focusing on cleaning, focusing on order, maybe it would help clear his mind. Then he would know what to do. He winced as he flipped open a ledger, the pages filled with unintelligible writing. He had really thought that writing had been helping him. He shook his head, looking at the mess around him. He sighed, and continued picking up pages. Trying not to think about the giant mess he had made of his life, about how he would never see Y/N again and that it was his fault. He paused as he heard a rattling sound, looking towards the source of the noise. A bottle of pills had rolled off one of the notebooks he had grabbed. A bottle of..?  Edward got up, confused. What had he done after Y/N left that night? Had he actually taken something? He walked over towards it and froze when he saw an inhaler on the ground as well. His body felt cold and his heart sank, She needs that. He dropped down to his knees by the door, digging through the wreckage and— There. Under a file folder was Y/N’s overnight bag. Edward’s heart was pounding as he frantically dug through it. All of her daily medications were in there and her emergency medication. 

How long has it been since she was here? He racked his brain– freezing when he realized that he had no idea what day it was.Edward was filled with blind, uncontrollable panic. He raced over to his laptop, flinging it open. 

It was November fucking 7th. He had been so out of it that an entire week had passed and he hadn’t even noticed. He grabbed the pills and her inhaler, and tossed them into the bag. She had been without these for seven days. His mind was stuck on that number. 

Seven. Seven days.

She needs these, he thought, his hands shaking with anxiety. He remembered that her symptoms had only been getting worse with the fall and the cold. Hadn’t she mentioned something about her apartment being freezing?It was all here. The medicine for her heart, for her lungs. The pills she had to take for her immune system. Her vitamins. Everything. He had read through every last detail in her medical records, had looked up all of her medications when they were together.  He knew that you couldn’t just stop taking them. He knew how badly she needed them. Oh god, what if—- what if she had needed her emergency medication? She didn’t have it with her, what if she’s—- He wouldn’t let himself finish that thought.

With her bag in his hand, he grabbed his keys off the hook and sprinted out the door. 

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[legendaryoikawa]

haikyuu boys in your typical romance cliche 

warnings: mention of alcohol and language

note: female reader insert

oikawa tooru — as the typical popular frat boy that you happen to stumble into because you were so damn wasted of alcohol or vodka. you happen to be invited in the biggest frat party ever and you didn’t know whether you should be thankful or ashamed that you gained freedom and liveliness for a short period of time or squashing your face on the chest of the gorgeous oikawa tooru? perhaps the latter. oikawa know you because you were one of those university girl that never gave a damn about him and in instant he grew fond and interested with you. he actually finds it cute to see you all puffy and red because of alcohol but other than that he isn’t gonna let you go this time, never, especially in this state of yours. he’s that typical cliche where he’ll pull your hair up while you throw out in the bathroom while caressing your back gently and wiping off your temples with his handkerchief. 

akaashi keiji — is the classmate that is really intimidating yet hot at the same time? you think you were quite lucky that you were assigned to seat beside him but the moment you gathered your things to move beside him, you can almost feel the weight of the piercing gaze of your classmates. anyways, you got assigned in a school project with him and he offers you his place since the school is bound to close at six and your place is not that appealing much either. so you both walked to his house and you can see the little things he does for you like pressing his body closer to your side when a creepy guy walks across or the ghost of his touch from your back when you both crossed the pedestrian or the way his hands slightly raises your bag cause he knows it’s heavy judging by your slouching. and when the young night passes away, he starts talking about his life and you too, until one moment he confesses that he really admires you, so much.

yamaguchi tadashi — you know yamaguchi and you’re good friends with him since you both live in the quiet neighborhood of sendai. you really love his freckles and usually compare them to constellations that makes him go flustered with his flyaway hair sticking up. he likes you but he’s just so meek and decides to never voice out his feelings. so yamaguchi is part of the photography club and is assigned to take a picture of a subject that is dear to them. and when he walked in the corridors all he could think off was just you. and so he did. you asked him while laughing, as to why he keeps on taking your pictures when you’re not a celebrity yourself, jokingly. but his answer left you off guard especially when he said, “my adviser told me to capture something so beautiful and i think it’s you.”

kageyama tobio  — he’s that boy that no matter how much he wanted to go home and rest, he’ll always wait for you patiently at your lockers despite you asking him to head first because you still have committee work after school. then one moment after the adviser has finished the meeting, you’re shocked to see him leaning against your locker while drinking in from his milk. the moonlight is already shining through the window panels; making his skin glimmer marvelously. you’ll just stare at him dubiously; not knowing what to say. and you feel yourself falling down crazily for him; heart’s erratic. because he waited for two hours at the lockers just to walk you home, even though you told him not to. and you know he’s impatient as fuck but there he is, waiting and snatching you bag away from you. he’ll give you a stare and flickers your forehead while saying, ‘idiot, you think I’ll let you walk home, alone?’ and you’ll just pull his blazer down to capture his lips and he’ll blush so hard lmaoo

kuroo tetsurou  — that transferee student everyone is talking about. with his dark hair, tall frame, and noted muscles— every girl is crazy about him. he is assigned to seat behind you; at the back by the window. and everything just spiralled down to complete euphoria, even you didn’t see it coming. he doesn’t talk much to your classmates. often dismissing a budding interaction from some girls. and it took you by surprise when he asked you for a pen because he left his pencil case in his friend (you heard him tell you his friend’s name, kenma it is?) and it just happen so quickly. everyday he’ll leave you sticky notes in your table with his messy handwriting saying how beautiful you are than the sun, or go out with me? with a little smile on the side. sometimes, you can feel him playing with your hair or reaching out to hold your hand underneath the table while the teacher is writing on the blackboard. 

hinata shoyo  — hinata will be that cliche where he will buy a cupcake because he could remember that it is one of your favorites. often running to your place because he missed the bus and will arrive at your place; his hair all messy and fluffy, panting, with his skin slightly flushed and glimmering with perspiration. or will let you cry on his shirt and won’t mind you soiling it despite the shirt being all new and crispy. he couldn’t bring himself to care to be honest, because his only concern is to make you feel better despite having his shirt all wrinkled and damp from your tears. 

bokuto kotaru  — is that typical boyfriend that would literally walk you down to your room despite his room being two buildings away from yours. he’s that dedicated. that every vacant period, he’ll fetch you off and lead you down to his department’s botanical garden. or will eat lunch with you in your room. or spending together in the library. he’s as fresh as lilies. young as the night. no matter how hard you cajole that you can walk yourself and he shouldn’t bother, he wouldn’t allow you. and will always carry your bag for you even though you can manage to carry it for yourself. he is also that kind of cliche where he’ll ask his professor is he needs something from your building and volunteers to get it for them just to visit you in you room. excusing you from your class and won’t say anything but just steal a peck from you a make a dash towards the faculty room with a proud smirk painting his face cause he rendered you speechless and flustered, again.

tsukishima kei  — is that typical cold guy in campus that everyone is lowkey scared of. you were asked by your biology teacher to borrow the books for the class’s current lesson from the library on the spot you took a beeline for the shelves as fast as you could. but for fuck’s sake all the books were placed at the topmost part of the science shelves. you stood there for a good minute while glaring at the books overhead. you know you were damned for good since there are no chairs nearby that are available and the librarian is nowhere to be seen. you stomped you feet in annoyance until you felt a looming presence behind you. a tall one. and the person smells of fresh vanillas as well. when you turned around, you saw tsukishima grabbing the books at ease and handing it to you and stalked away. you thanked him quietly but it was enough for kei to hear and he wasn’t wrong when he thinks you we’re cute while struggling to get those books on top of you. 

iwaizumi hajime  — that boy you hated to the core. you didn’t know why but he just goes right after your nerve. pressing of your buttons. iwaizumi is the bugbear of your life. yet for him, you’re the fucking cutest person he ever met in his life. and he doesn’t know why you’re so annoyed with his whole existence. but one time, he decided to play it off and decided to push your buttons more. there’s a debate in your class and he stood up to contradict your claims. and basically everyone could feel the sexual tension arising in the air, yet they didn’t utter a word. iwaizumi thinks you’re so hot when your mad and whenever you put an emphasis to him name. or the cliche where he yanked your arm when you’re about to leave the room just to playfully lean in your face, while whispering, ‘you’re so difficult, yet you’re making me want you more’ e2l, pls.

kozume kenma  — kenma is that typical boy that doesn’t allow people to play his console or his psp because it is something dear and precious to him. not even kuroo. no matter how his teammates beg to ask him for just one game, he’ll never allow except for you ;) to the point you don’t have to ask him, sometimes he’ll be the one to offer and let you play the recent game he just purchased lol

— part two will be posted soon! hope you guys like this,, i just started this yesterday with my love, @fratboyjae while we were casually throwing out cute blurbs to each other LOL HAHA. requests are currently open, send them in! love lots!

[0perfectimperfections0]

alternatively, what if mandy & moxy got recycled sucessfully?

I actually wrote this idea on my Wattpad story "What If's: UglyDolls"

Here's the link for it if you'd like to read it!

What If? ~ Uglydolls~ - Brand New - Wattpad

But I will be writing a different rendition from what I put in that book just for funsies.

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Lou looked at his reflection in the window, watching the remaining dolls walk to their homes. The next batch would arrive tomorrow morning, ready to jump into training.

The door slammed behind him, and he hardly had time to turn around before someone yanked him down by the arm. "Where is she?" He met the livid eye of a familiar green bunny.

The blonde gave him an indignant look, pulling himself straight again, "Do all Uglies just barge in whenever they want?"

"Answer the question, Lou."

"Well, I would if I knew who you were referring to," he put his hands behind his back. "There's a lot of dolls in this place, little bunny. You'll have to narrow it down for me."

Ox bared his teeth, seething, "Moxy."

Lou hummed, looking up at the ceiling in thought, "Moxy...Moxy...no, I'm afraid that doesn't ring a bell."

He found himself pull down again by the front of his collar as Ox hopped onto the desk, "You know exactly where she is! Now tell me or I'll--"

"You'll what?" Lou jibed. "You didn't even have the guts to stand up for yourself years ago. What makes you think you can do anything now?"

"I've changed," Ox hissed.

Lou hummed again, unamused, "That makes two of us."

Ox tightened his grip on the Pretty Doll, "Where's Moxy?"

"Gone. Sorry, I didn't bother asking for any last words, so you'll have to just ask her yourself." Ox looked puzzled. Lou glanced upward behind the bunny. He turned to see two dolls standing by the doorway.

His brows furrowed, "M-Moxy?"

The only semblance it had ever been the small Ugly was the pink hair pulled back in a bun and the bright pink eyes that looked at him. No sense of recognition flitted through them. It was as if they'd never met.

The other doll he couldn't have placed a former identity to, but she was similar to Moxy. Similar to every. blasted. doll in this Institute. This dark-skinned female had solid brown hair and vibrant amethyst eyes.

Everything about them was...perfect. Fixed.

And Ox hated it.

His fists clenched. Lou stood beside him, a smirk on his face, "What's wrong? You don't like the improvements?"

Just as fast, Ox grabbed the closest object to him--a pencil sharpener -- and hurled it at the blonde. "You monster!" Lou quickly dodged. Ox kept throwing things at him, "What happened to you?! You--You're just fine with murdering dolls now?!"

"She's still here, isn't she?" Lou barked back, still dodging items.

"That's not Moxy!"

"Well now you've both changed!" Lou stomped up to the pink-haired girl, nudging her forward. "Look! Still pink, still bubbly. Still Moxy!"

"That's. Not. Moxy," Ox growled. "You killed her."

"What's he talking about?" Moxy looked at Lou fearfully.

"Nothing, he's being delusional--"

"You used to be different," Ox interrupted him. "You weren't perfect, but you were t' me...and that was enough." Tears welled up in his eye. He glared at Lou, "But apparently it wasn't enough for him."

"This is what she wanted. She wanted to go to the Big World and now she can," he gave a righteous smile. "I promise every doll that I'll get them to the Big World, I just never said how."

Ox's jaw was clenched so tight he swore he felt a stitch pop. "I hate you."

Lou's mouth twitched at the corner, but he kept a guarded expression. "The get out of my Institute."

Ox huffed out a mirthless laugh, "What? You ain't gonna kill me too? Make me perfect?"

The blonde walked up slowly, bending at the waist to glare down at him, "Get. Out. Of my Institute."

"Suddenly feelin' guilty? Too much of a coward now to get rid of me?"

"You're not worth the chance," Lou hissed quietly. "You don't deserve to have a child. Your time is better spent rotting away, alone, with all the other pathetic rejects in your town."

Ox held his stare, mouth in a fine line. "That makes two of us."

It was deadly silent, and just as tense, as Ox shoved past the blonde and left the room. One last look was cast to the new Moxy...she didn't even look like a Moxy anymore. Not his Moxy. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he left the office.

The two girls looked back at Lou. His eyes were glued to the door where Ox had left. Their stares registered to him, and he quickly straightened, fixing his suit cuffs, "You two are dismissed. Sleep well. Training is tomorrow morning."

The new Mandy gave him a puzzled look, "Did you...know that doll?"

Lou blinked at the floor, pausing with a hand on his cuff. He finally shook his head, "No...No, I--...I've never met him before." Lou cleared his throat, "Training. First thing tomorrow." The girls exchanged a look and walked out of the office. "Moxy?" He called before she could leave.

Pink eyes landed on his. He swallowed, "Do you want to go to the Big World?"

She gave a small smile. As if his question was humorous to her for some reason. "Of course! Why wouldn't I? It's the best thing a doll could dream of, right?"

He held her gaze a second before averting it back to his sleeves, "Right."

Moxy lingered at the doorway for a heartbeat, "Sleep well, Lou! I'll see you in the morning!" With that, she hurried to catch up with Mandy down the hall.

It was another minute before he got his feet moving again. His gaze swept around the room, seeing the mess Ox had made. He didn't have the energy to fix it tonight. Walking to the window, he pinpointed the two girls as they walked down the sidewalk. They were laughing and talking avidly to each other. Moxy bounced on her toes and nearly tripped and fell if Mandy hadn't caught her. Lou gave a half-smile as he watched, "Still Moxy."

The two parted ways, waving to each other. As Moxy turned to open her door, she glanced up and spotted Lou at the window. She gave a bright smile and ecstatic wave.

Her smile was contagious, he'd give her that. It always had been.

Lou smiled fondly, giving a short wave back. The girl disappeared into her house. His smile fell slowly, gaze focusing on his reflection. Lou sighed, "I'm starting to hate me too."

[sukunasun]

OBRIGADO | OLYMPIC AU | *REUPLOAD

no but gojo and geto being the embodiment of chaos even before they step foot onto brazilian soil. rio is approximately 21 hours and 10 minutes away and it’s going to take a little while longer to get there as they are the last two left for boarding and are unsurprisingly—so late for it; they clamber into the cabin awkwardly, a twenty-two year old geto’s got a neck pillow on and about four thousand dollars worth of travel-sized skincare products jammed into a ziplock bag tucked into his jacket. he tries to find their seats in a hurry, a smile breaking across his face when he finds that they’ve booked him a window seat, hurriedly crams their duffle bags into the hand luggage compartments above while gojo trails along behind him, pulling the zipper up his team jacket before their coach manages to catch them, wearing only his team jacket and bowing apologetically along the aisle but not before he throws a wink towards the stewardess by the front as thanks for being so patient.

“would you look at that,” he whistles, tapping geto’s shoulder beside him, their eyes bulging when they see the familiar sight of nanami’s blonde hair, now looking soft and held in place with a pair of headphones, trading his goggles for a pair of thin-rimmed glasses perched low on his nose. “i thought you retired! i haven’t seen you since you had that terrible shoulder thing.” gojo presses on before geto yanks him into his seat, although, he doesn’t mind it one bit when they have the rest of the flight to look forward to. not even when nanami’s got a vein bulging in his forehead at the knowledge that he’ll be stuck next to two of the best albeit, loudest athletes to have ever graced the sporting world.

“what do you think it’s gonna be like?” gojo asks his best friend who’s already dozing off, head thudding on the window while he relishes in the comfort of memory foam (oh the wonders of a duty-free). he doesn’t expect a reply because he already knows; hot sunny days on the beach, rehearsing ‘obrigado’ over and over til he gets it right, meeting old flames and new ones inside olympic village, the figure skater, that one gymnast, and all the strong, beautiful weightlifting women this world has to offer. before he gets to say anything else, gojo gets cut off by flight announcements and the rest of team japan heaves a collective sigh of relief.

when they find themselves settled in, gojo looks over to the vacant twin bed next to him, “coach said he didn’t want us rooming together, says it’ll help keep us focused.” geto tells him apologetically, the slight pout on his face says everything. there’s a truth that lies somewhere in his words, besides, they wouldn’t want a repeat of their junior days where they pull all-nighters til the sun spilled into their shared dorm, having only two hours of sleep, that anxious feeling is reflected here when they’re older.

“it’s okay we’ll see each other for dinner.” gojo assures him, and it’s so telling of the time, however much he loves his best friend, they were ultimately competitors. that as geto parts from him here, it’s like they’re really athletes, at the olympics, living out the dream.

they get ready separately before the opening ceremony, geto leaves his white pencil liner with gojo’s roommate who he has yet to meet. sends him a text saying 'white goes better with your eyelashes, remember to line is as close as possible to your lid.’ hours later said roommate barges into his room with heavily thudded footsteps and a presence so strong gojo’s feels it from where he sits by the balcony.

“oh,” he hears them mutter, “your friend left this for you.” his voice is deep, a little hoarse, when he turns around, he comes face to face with sukuna ryomen holding geto’s liner in his large hand. the sight almost makes him double over in laughter.

now the two of them sit by a mirror, gojo doesn’t rush when he lines his eyes and curls his lashes, painstakingly slow are his movements so as to not smudge anything while sukuna applies a thin layer of mousse into his locks, falling and layering on top of each other at just the right way before he spreads a layer of aloe vera over his sunburnt face, the freckles below glazed and cooled by his hands. here, he looks almost unlike the man scoring ippons and grappling with opponents, he’s just…some guy who’s getting ready, and gojo can’t help but admire him a bit more for that. so disciplined is he to have made it all this way. this guy is the stuff of legends, the almighty judoka who comes down from his mountainside dojo every four years before he heads back up there and disappears from the rest of the world.

“twelve years, can you believe it? i never thought i’d win it a third time.” sukuna says, he’s wrapping bandages around his fingers, rolling tape over them separately, it looks tedious but the way he does it is so inherent, engrained almost in his movements as natural as breathing, he gets them precisely taped with the right amount of tension and density.

“how do you know you’re going to win?” gojo asks right next to him, applying moisturizer to his face. when he looks over he finds sukuna barely contemplating it, letting out an exhale before he grins into his reflection, like he knows something gojo is yet to be aware of.

“judo is japan’s best sport, you win gold or you don’t bother returning home.” he says, like he accepts this, accepts the pressure, and goes in headfirst anyway. thinking about it now, gojo’s never seen him outside of these events, doesn’t know his life beyond what he brings to his sport, this moment will be the closest he’ll ever get, but he leaves it at that.

all the olympics do is remind them they’re closer and closer to achieving greatness, the pressure that comes with that, however, couldn’t be described. only that it feels so suffocating when everyone seems to have it together. knowing that, he leaves this room with a newfound perspective that he’ll have to be stronger somehow, better, because he isn’t even anywhere close to being great.

when gojo’s standing in the shade of christ the redeemer, peering up at one of the seven wonders of the world, the only thought that comes to mind is that the sea of people swarming the edges of christ’s feet could see what he never could—awe, a beauty, they see hope among godlessness, a purpose for something bigger than themselves, or some way of life that grounds them.

however, what that all means to him is that he’ll be a winner obviously, for the second time in a row because it’s what he’s good at doing, he’s not meant for anything else. so much so that it becomes his only excuse when he turns down that same figure skater he met all those years ago, she asks if he would like to join her for a walk along copacabana beach. “sorry, you know how it is-” he turns her down and gives her a shrug to end their conversation, nothing overly sheepish but just enough for her to buy it. and it doesn’t phase him one bit when everyone turns to look at her teary face watching his retreating back.

by the time he reaches the track, geto’s already doing stretches by the side. in a full split with his arms reaching back he teases, “so how was it? i bet espn’s gonna do a highlight reel just for you,” pulling jazz hands up in the air he sings, “gojo satoru’s top ten breakups, live from rio!”

he scoffs, “can’t breakup with someone if you were never with them, besides, she likes long walks on the beach, sounds like your kind of thing.” gojo’s at the very least thankful they can laugh about it, that geto doesn’t act all self-righteous nor judges him, because if it were anyone who understood how it felt, who shared his feelings of longing, it would be geto.

but where gojo seeks something bigger than himself, he’s unfamiliar that his best friend yearns for something else entirely, “it does sound really nice, although, i’m still waiting to share it with the right person.” geto lets out a sigh, so what if he wanted to look up to the stands and see his one true love rooting for him, that they would lean over, bring his face closer and kiss the tension and fears away. what geto doesn’t tell him is that he’s starting to worry that might not happen anytime soon, maybe starting a family and building a home isn’t what he’s meant to do, the future is still so far away, and yet, he knows an athlete’s peak only lasts for so long. maybe they’re just meant to be two men who are celebrated for their achievements, their looks, their friendship off and on the field, but would never know what love was if it hit them square in the face.

[mercurysstars]

All That Glitters Is Not Gold (part 1)

Summary: Y/n gets hired to be the avengers chief physician and also happens to be an ex assassin.

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: Violence.

A/N: this is an old story that I wrote the first few chapters of so I figured why not finish it.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦

𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸,

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥.

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Y/n POV

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"I'm pulling up Matt ill talk to you later," Y/n says while turning on to the gravel road that leads to the Avengers compound.

"Alright call me if you need anything." With that Matt hung up.

As Y/n was nearing the end of the road she looked up to see a tall black gate surrounding the compound. 5 feet in front of the gate there was a waist-length box where you could scan your badge or press a button to talk to the operator.

Y/n pressed on the button, and it began ringing. Three seconds after a muffled voice came through.

"Hello Avengers compound front desk, this is Teresa speaking. How may I help you?"

"Um hi, I'm Y/n Y/l/n. I'm the new Chief physician."

"Oh of course Dr.Y/l/n, when you hear a buzz pull right on in."

"Thank you!" Y/n exclaimed before she pulls in the gate.

Today was Y/n's first day as the Chief Physician for the Avengers. Everyone before her either quit because the job was too demanding or they were scared for their safety. Generally, doctors are 'nerds', and most time nerds aren't really Averger threat worthy of defending themselves. Tho you couldn't really say the same for Y/n.

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Y/n pulled in the gate to see several buildings, she pulled in front of the biggest one with lots of windows and a huge A on the side. Y/n put her car in park and rested her head on the steering wheel giving herself a mini pep talk.

Who wouldn't be nervous the first day of their new job? Especially if you were working with superheroes. They'd have to rely on her in their most vulnerable moments. Y/n could only hope she could be what they needed.

A knock at the window caused Y/n to jump.

She grabbed her chest and took a deep breath while opening her car door.

"Hello, ma'am, would you like for us to valet your car?" The man said with a boyish smile.

"Oh, that would be great." Y/n squinted her eyes to get a good look at the boy's name tag "Torres thank you."

Torres gave a polite smile with a little nod and took the keys from Y/n.

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The compound was crowded with SHIELD recruits, scientists, journalists, and other lower-level avenger employees.

Y/n began to weave between people to get to the front desk. She approached the desk to see a blonde petite woman with round glasses.

Y/n cleared her throat "Teresa right."

The stalled her typing and looked up from the computer screen. "Yes Ma'am and I'm assuming Dr.Y/l/n?"

"I am she, I was told I'd get my pass here," Y/n said

Teresa took a badge off her desk and swiped it on the side of the computer screen. "Here you go. You have a gold pass, so you can get into any room or floor you please. Happy is by the elevator to escort you up to your office."

Y/n looked over to her left to see a chubby man with short brown hair in a black suit with his arms crossed behind his back looking around standing exactly where the woman said.

Y/n quickly thanked Teresa, put the pass over her head, and walked over to the man.

_

As Y/n nears the man she could see the prominent scowl on his face which didn't change when she became within a few feet from him.

Happy gestured his head toward the elevator and Y/n followed. When they got in Happy swiped his badge and pressed the 2nd floor. She furrowed her brows in confusion her office was on the 11th floor.

"I thought we were going to my office," Y/n questioned as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

They stepped out "He wanted you to meet the Avengers, so you wouldn't have to meet them in more unfortunate circumstances." Happy replied dryly.

Y/n just nods in response. They walk down the long hallway the only noise between the two is Y/n's heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

They arrived at the door of the Avenger's conference room. "Thank you," Y/n says. Happy gave tight-lipped smile in response. What a dick she thinks.

_

Y/n paused, she wiped her sweaty hands against her skirt. Taking in deep breaths didn't seem to help calm her nerves. Adjusting her bag, plastering a fake smile on her face, and tilting her chin up just the slightest, Y/n manages to walk into the conference room.

"And there she is." Y/n heard as she entered. Her eyes darted around the room when she looked to the left her gazed finally found the man she was looking for.

"TONY!" She shrieked happily and ran into his arms. "Hey, Sunshine long time no see." Y/n scrunched her nose at the nickname as she squeezed Tony nearly to death.

Everyone that sat at the table watched them confusingly as they embraced each other. After an awkward silence, Clint spoke up.

"Not that I mind the beautiful face compared to these hags, but who's the new girl." Nat jabbed him in the ribs. "OW!"

They pulled away from each other and Tony cleared his throat "Oh yes, of course, guys meet our need chief physician Y/n Y/l/n or more specifically our new personal doctor."

"Y/n this is Wanda, Vision, Natasha, Clint, Steve, Sam, And Bucky. Peter is at school and Thor's in Asgard, so you'll meet them later " Tony added.

Saying that didn't ease their confusion. "No offense or anything Dr.Y/l/n but you look quite young to be a doctor and a liability in the field" Steve Rogers or better know as 'Captain American' says.

"Just Y/n please, Captain Rogers, and I assure you that I can very well take care of myself when push comes to shove. As for the age, well I'm only 26, so I'm quite young for a doctor."

That catches Bucky's attention 'I can very well take care of myself when push comes to shove'  what does that mean?

He looks up from the table and looks at Y/n, he was immediately drawn to her. There was a familiarity in her eyes.

She had y/c/h colored hair and y/h. She wore a confident demeanor. Y/n had a white blouse, a black pencil with black heels. She had a lanyard around her need with her ID and a couple of keys.

Bucky felt a poke in his side. He looked over to see Sam with a raised eyebrow giving him the 'I totally caught you staring' look. Bucky rolled his eyes and gave him the 'I don't know what you are talking about' look. He huffed annoyed with Sam and looked back at Y/n.

The hair on the back of Y/n's neck stuck up as she felt like someone was watching her. She looked around for the source to be met with deep blue eyes.

She felt her stomach flip. Bucky Barnes or more commonly known to her as 'The Winter Soldier' the world's best assassin. Bucky quickly looked away.

"We bumped into each other a few years ago, right Y/n?"

Y/n eyes snapped to Tony's and nodded at him. It isn't technically a lie she told herself.

_

Y/n 7 years ago

_

"Goddammit." Y/n cursed herself while scooping up her textbooks off the pavement. She crossed the street while holding her books to her chest.

Grunting and wrestling caused Y/n's eyes to snap toward the alley. Out of curiosity, she walked closer to the commotion. As she neared she heard muffled screaming. Her eyes went wide she dropped her books, heard a splash, and she darted closer to the sound.

When she approached she could see about 8 men dressed in black tactical gear surrounding a man in an expensive suit. She caught a glimpse of a hydra sign on the van behind them. "Oh, fucking hell" she whispered.

The man started to scream again. She pulled her hoodie over her head "here goes nothing." She huffed.

Y/n rushed toward the man closest to her. She pulled her backpack off, wrapped the straps around his neck, spun around, and flipped him over her back.

She rushed towards the next man. She used her momentum to bring herself around up his midsection and sat on his shoulder. Y/n grabbed the hydra agent's gun off his thigh holster and shot the two men that were trying to shove the man in the van.

She tried to shoot the third one, but the gun clicked as it was out of bullets. The Hydra agent's shoulder she sat on kept trying to throw her off. "Hold on you cocksucker you'll get your turn," Y/n grunted.

She cocked her shoulder back and chucked the gun at the other hydra agent she couldn't shoot before, it hit him in the head, and he hit the floor within seconds. She took her knife flipped it around and shoved it in the man's throat that she sat on. The hydra collapsed, she hit the floor and rolled up onto her feet.

The next agent seen her a rushed toward her, he swung his knife, and she ducked, she faked a punch and the man went to block it. She saw an opening and kicked him in the stomach, he fell back with a thud.

She snuck up on the second to last man, she wraps her arms around his throat and pressed a pressure point to get him to pass out. Y/n turned around to take out the last agent but the man in the suit head-butted him and jabbed him in the ribs and they both collapsed.

At that time Y/n got a chance to really look at him, and it finally clicked. Expansive suite plus hydra agents equal Tony Stark. She felt her heart drop, only her luck that she would save an Avenger.

She yanked her hood down, walked over to Tony, and stuck out her hand. "Well, mister Stark it's good to see your suit wasn't too badly ruined." She joked.

Tony grabbed her hand and grumbled, she pulled him up, and he straightened his jacket. "I had them on the ropes." He commented dryly.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure you did." She rolled her eyes. They started to slowly walk back towards the street.

"Okay, what the hell was that? You pulled up all G.I Joe and took like 10 of them out."

Y/n figured after he saw that she couldn't lie and told Tony about how she grew up, and her training. They talked for a good 20 minutes. They neared the end of the alley and Tony turned to her. "You know we are always looking for more people on our team, we could definitely use you."

Y/n chuckled grabbing the books that she dropped earlier "I'm no hero Tony, and I'm a little busy going to school for my doctorate, which on that note I need new books because I dropped them in a puddle." She grimaced.

Tony paused to think for a second. "Here I'll make you a deal, I'll pay for your college, housing, and anything else you need if when you graduate if you consider joining our team."

Y/n's eyes went comically wide "Wait what? I can't ask you to do that, that's like 200,000 dollars of just school debt, let alone housing and all that."

Tony just smiled "Oh Sunshine you truly wound me, that's basically a trip to the Bahamas, c'mon think about it."

It was an offer she truly couldn't refuse, no one has ever been this kind to her sense well ever.   Y/n thought it over for a moment, She stuck out her hand "Well Tony Stark you have a deal, and don't call me Sunshine."

Tony gladly shook her hand.

_

"Funny enough, Tony wasn't paying attention to where he was going and ran right into me and spilled coffee all over me and him. But I don't blame him I know his eyesight is getting worse because of his old age, right Anthony?" Y/n put an arm around Tony mockingly.

Tony scowled and pushed her arm off with fake disgust. "What's with the insult's sunshine?" This time it was Y/n who grimaced.

"Any-who I've got another meeting to get to, so you're gonna have to have someone else show you around."

"Bucky will do it." Sam grinned.

Y/n looked over to see Bucky wide-eyed. "Well let's get to it, Sargent Barnes." She smiled.

_

Once everyone left the conference Bucky looked at Y/n with a pink tint to his cheeks. "Uh sorry, Sam can be a bit much sometimes." He rubs his neck sheepishly.

"Don't worry about it Sarge, I'm flattered that you'd show me around." She grinned.

Bucky looked torn for a split second, but his expression eases at Y/n's easy-going demeanor. "Well then, shall we get going." He Stuck out his arm.

She smirked back grabbing his arm "We shall."

He explained how the first floor is just mostly open to the public and where they hold press conferences. The second floor is where the SHIELD training room, a tiny med-bay, and the kitchen are. The whole third floor is for the Avengers to train which includes a weight room, sparring room, shooting range, pool, sauna, and locker rooms.

The fourth floor is where Bruce and Tony's lab is located. The 5th floor is where the Avengers common room and kitchen are. The 6th floor is where the debriefing room, weaponry, and where they get dressed to go on a mission. The next five floors are where their rooms were located.

"And here we have the 11th floor. Avengers med-bay and where your office is located also out the window you can see the Quinjet."

"It's awfully plain in here," Y/n murmured peeking into her new office.

"Our last doctor was a bit older in age and a little strict. No conversation, no joking around, and absolutely no color was her motto." Bucky crosses his arms while looking around the room.

"Thank the lord I won't ever have to meet her." She said with slight distaste.

"Actually Dr.Smith is the new SHIELD doctor, so don't thank god just yet."

Y/n playfully rolls her eyes and smiles back at Bucky. "Well thank you Sargent for the tour I appreciate it."

"I told you doll, call me Bucky." Her knees nearly buckled at the nickname.

"Alright then Bucky, thank you." Bucky put on his famous smirk

"Anytime doll, anytime."

Before Bucky walked out the door he turned to look at Y/n one last time. She gave him a mock salute and he chuckled.

Part 2

[uwuderes]

Doll

Meet my new obsession. please tell me what you guys think and if I should write more Stranger Things. Billy is my favorite character just because I have crippling daddy issues.

⚠Warning⚠: Noncon touching, language, somewhat spoilers

You and Steve sat together at a lunch table talking and making jokes as you drew away in your sketchpad. You enjoyed his company you two being very close friends. Especially since Nancy didn't seem to want to be around him anymore preferring to spend it with Jonathan doing god knows what.

"(Y/N) are you going to eat some more? You only ate a little bit." Steve asked as you doodled. You looked up and smiled softly at the male.

"Yeah I'm full. Don't worry though. Your the one who needs to eat Mr. Basketball player." You jokingly said making Steve roll his eyes and take another bite of the sandwich he brought from home.

You looked back down doodling some more until one stroke you did too hard making your lead snap. You sighed before tapping Steve lightly.

"Um , I'm going to head to my locker my pencil just broke and I didn't bring my sharpener" You said getting up taking your doodles in your hands.

"Oh okay just remember to come back afterwards alright? I still have to bring you home after this." He said shooting a sweet smile at you. You smiled nodding your head before walking to the double doors of the lunchroom heading into the hallway. You hummed to yourself finding your locker and opening it you placed your sketchpad in and just as you were about to close it you jumped as you heard a loud bang right next to your ear.

"Hey doll.~"

You looked over and saw the new heart throb of Hawkins, Billy Hargrove. He eyed you up and down as you grew more and more uncomfortable. "Um hi-" You could feel your palms get sweaty as he continued to eye you.

"(Y/N) isn't it?" He said leaning on the locker next to your own with a smirk on his face. You nodded looking down at your feet. Why was he talking to you of all people? You literally had no status at all in Hawkins. "It's adorable when you get all shy and timid like that." His thumb rested on the side of your face slighting stroking your cheek and making you look back at him at the same time.

"Your so fucking sexy doll" Billy growled inching his face closer to yours. His hand stayed in its original position while his other one moved to your waist. "Surprised no one has snatched you up yet." He growled in your ear. You could feel the slightest of goosebumps appear on your skin

"I-I'm- Billy I'm not really looking for anyth-" You were cut off by Billy gripping your waist tighter. You hissed out in pain as you felt his nails dig your skin, heat emitting from the area.

"What do you mean not looking, it's not really your job to want it now is it?" His voice was really low almost feral. "Is it?" Your voice got stuck in your throat. You couldn't respond you just couldn't. You could feel yourself gradually get dizzier and dizzier.

"I said IS IT?!" He yelled at you only making you whimper and try to cower away from the enraged male. You yelped as he was pulled away from you only for Steve to show up and be quick to grab you by your arm and pull you away. "Harrison, what the fuck are you doing huh?"

"She said she wasn't looking for that you prick!" Steve said defending you. Steve pushed you behind him trying to calm yourself down.

"I'm gonna kill you Harrison..." Billy hissed out. Steve only rolled his eyes and muttered yeah right before turning around and leading you away. You looked back at Billy who stared you down. His jaw was clenched, his muscles were tense. He huffed staring you down.

"You didn't have to do that..." You say as he opened the doors to the school.

"Well your my friend what did you want me to do? "Watch as he groped you? Plus I'm your ride home remember?" Steve said flicking you on your forehead making you giggle.

But that was then and this is now. You've been dragged into this mess dealing with the Mind Flayer and were trying to stop it. You were with the kids and Steve. You both had to keep them safe which is very hard considering how much these kids wanted to help.

You sat down on the couch getting more and more stressed. All they did was bicker back and forth and you just needed a break from it all. You sighed getting up and heading to the front door. "Hey where are you going??" Steve called after you the kids following close behind.

"To get some fresh air. Its getting stuffy in here." You said leaving without another word. You stood there taking a breath of fresh air. The moonlight shone on your skin and it all was at peace.

You suddenly heard speeding all of a sudden and bright head lights shone in your eyes nearly blinding you, breaking you from your momentary peacefulness. You jumped out of the way as you recognized the license plate.

Billy...

You turned around seeing the kids peering through the window, Max looking much more afraid than anyone else. You quickly turned back around upon hearing one of the cars doors slam open and close. "Oh I did not expect for you to be here of all places."

"W-What are you doing here...?" You said going towards him. You gulped watching as he basically undressed you with his eyes. You felt disgusted but you had to get him from around here for both the kids and his own safety.

"Oh doll, you see I was just you know looking for my sister Maxine. Red head? Bit of a bitch." Billy said nonchalantly stepping forwards. You stood your ground trying to come off as confident, but in reality you were afraid. This was the same man who groped you not even a week ago. Who knows what he could do to you right now.

"Um I never heard of her-" You were cut off as Billy grabbed your wrist pulling you forwards.

"Lets cut the bullshit (Y/N). I know shes here. But you see, in all honesty I don't really care. I'm just supposed to find her... Not bring her home.... So I was thinking since you seem to not be doing anything we can go out tonight... Just you... And me... All alone." Billy moved a strand of your (Hair color) hair from you face as you gasped all signs of breath leaving your body in a rush.

"You need to leave..." You muttered quietly. You used your other hand and pushed yourself away from him, only to fall on your back. You looked up seeing the same thing you saw the day Steve pulled you away from him the first time he tried to come onto you. He was pissed but only smiled and laughed.

"Oh your so dead you fucking bitch!" He yelled reaching down, grabbing your ankle beginning to drag you. You kicked frantically successfully getting him in the chest. You started to make your way back to the front door crawling slowly. Your eyes started to tear up trying to move faster. You looked up seeing Steve running towards you. He grabbed your hand and hauled you up, an angry Billy close behind, stomping furiously towards you two, slowly picking up speed with each step.

Steve picked up the pace rushing you both back into the house. He locked the door you both holding it back for extra security. "You guys need to hide!1 Now!" You said as they all looked at you alarmingly. You felt Max's hand grip your sleeve as she yanked you forward.

"No! I can handle him just open the do-"

"LET ME IN YOU FUCKING BITCH! OH YOUR SO FUCKING DEAD!" You all jumped as the door banged loudly and both your bodies lurched forwards, colliding back on the door. You looked back down at Max. She gulped before nodded for you to open the door.

Your hands shook as Steve moved slowly from in front the door. You opened the door only for it to be slammed open. You jumped back as he huffed at you all. He looked directly into your eyes and charged at you slamming you against the wall. You cried out looking past him seeing the kids behind Steve. "B-Billy ple-please don't hurt them. I-I beg of you please..." You choked out. Billy only laughed at you licking from your neck up to your ear.

"Anything?~" He purred into your ear seductively. You nodded frantically starting to see dark spots. Billy smiled wickedly. You looked behind him seeing Steve charge turning Billy around and punching him square in the jaw, making his grip loosen and dropping you to the ground. You gasped trying to catch your breath. Your mind went blank trying to process what was even going on.

So much yelling...

Your vision came back quicker than expected but not to a pretty sight. Steve and Billy were going at it, punching and throwing things at one another. You stumbled to your feet heading towards the kids. "Mike all of you need to go right now. So listen to me okay. All of you need to get in that car and go, I don't care who drives but you need to go. Grab Steves bat and when I get Billy off his back drag him to the car and leave. I'm not coming."

"Wait no (Y/N)- You have to come!" Dustin protested. "Yes, (Y/N) you don't know how crazy that man actually is! He's obsessed desulsio-" You cut Max off by placing a finger over her lips. You smiled seeing how much they actually cared for you.

"I got this now go." Max nodded as she motioned for them to follow her. They waited quietly by the door.

Billy was on Steve landing punches left and right in a blind anger. All the while laughing as his knuckles got bloodier and bloodier. You gulped before grabbing Billys shoulder and pulled him off Steve. You fell back not expecting for him to be so heavy. Hes a man that worked out almost every day what did you expect. His head turned around angrily looking at you. "Oh your screwed now doll.~" He said lowly. Billy quickly got on you groping all he could get his hands on.

You looked past Billy seeing Mike and Lucas dragging Steve away. You yelled out in pain feeling bite marks make creases into your neck. Struggling to move your hand you reached into his pants pocket trying to feel for his keys. Billy grabbed your hand moving it to his growing erection, letting out a moan as you did so. You felt shivers run down your spine and cringed. It has to be the other pocket...

"Come on I know you fucking want this!" Billy yelled sitting up frustrated. You took your chance and reached into his other pocket pulling out the keys. You threw them to Max. She quickly opens the door and leaves. Billy freaked out looking back as his car started abruptly. You watched as Max drove away hitting all kinds of things pulling out and away to the main road.

"You bitch... You wanted them to steal it..." Billy said lowly turning towards you. You gulped as he leaned down to stroke your hair. You whimpered under him his eyes filled with madness and mixed with lust.

"Don't be scared baby... I'm not mad... I'm actually so fucking proud of you..." He continued looking around the destroyed Byers house, all the while stroking your cheek. His hand lowered down to your chest, playing with the collar of your shirt.

"You just gave us so much time to have some fun you and me. Together forever..."

You were screwed.

[yandere-mha-blog]

Chapter 2: Hello

Words: 2049

The next morning you woke up with a massive headache and should have listened to your mom who said always drink eight ounces of water after every drink to prevent a hangover. Still, It was Saturday, and you were finally able to relax, well relax as much as a college doctor student could. You got up and hopped in the shovel you should've washed your makeup off the night before but conserving you almost got assaulted in an alleyway you allowed yourself to just head to bed. Still now what would you do, should you bring this up with the administrator, or your friends, maybe tell Fumi.

You got dressed for the day before heading out to grab something to eat, only to run into Fumiko who looked a bit dazed.

“Hey Fumiko, I'm glad I ran into you, it's about last night,” you said

“OH that's funny, I was about to say the same thing.” She said looking shocked “ Akio hasn't come back according to his friends, they think he might have tried to help you home, did you see him after you left.”

“Funny I was about to bring him up to, he came after me after I left and wouldn't leave me alone, we got into a scuffle in the alleyway on my way back, but he ran away when someone threw a can at his head,” you said

“He did what?” Fumiko said, “That doesn't sound like him at all.”

“Well it's the truth, so if he shows his head near me again, tell him I'm going to do a lot worse than swipe him with my quirk okay,” you said

“You...hurt him?” She asked

“He grabbed my wrist, what else was I supposed to do.” you said crossing your arms ``I'm leaving, I'll see you in class Monday.``

“(name) that's not what I meant,” Fumiko said then sighed that if it came out wrong, she would have to confront his friends about this, right now in fact.

“What are you sure that was Akio?” His other guy friend who was with them last night said

“Genji I'm worried, (Name) said she cut him with her quirk, and he ran off.” She said

“Well if that is true he had it coming, still Akio is a big pushover.” He said, “Look he is probably hiding in his room, the others are just worried for nothing.”

“I see you are useful as ever,” Fumiko said walking off and banging on Akio door, nothing she knocked again

“Akio, (name) told me what you did, come out.” She said stomping her foot, nothing, he must be gone.

The rest of the day passed when she finally got a call from Genji that was weird he almost never called.

“Hey, what's up?”

“Well I Ummm, the good news is we found Akio.” He said

“Oh good, where is he?”

“In the hospital, you know that one Villian that has been hanging around here lately, well they found one of his red feathers at the crime scene, he was pretty beat up.”

“Akio got attacked by the Nighthawk!?” Fumiko said

“That's what it says.” Genji said, “Doctor said he should be fine in a few days and the police are telling him how lucky he was to get away with those injuries.”

“Genji, I think we need to talk face to face about something.” She said, “where are you, I'm coming over.”

-

YOu were fiddling with a pencil watching a lecture on your own free time, not like you had anything better to do, maybe planning out your revenge for Akio, once you learned where he was, he was going to go through hell when you got your hands on him. You were deep in thought when you heard a knock on your door, now who could that be. You got up and walked over to see Fumiko and the other guy who was with you, both looked concerned and upset at the same time.

“Why are you here?” you asked

“Well, we found Akio,” Fumiko said fiddling with her bag strap

“Oh really where is he, I have a bone to pick with him.” You said crossing your arms

“Hey calm down, He is in the hospital,” Genji said

“Oh really, well I guess karma is real.”

“Hey don't say that about him, what's wrong with you, he is hurt badly,” Genji said

“Funny he hurt me really badly, and he would have done worse if someone didn't intervene.” You said, “Your friend is a real creep, I don't care if he is in the hospital or morgue the second he laid his hands on me is the second I don't care.”

“Wow and here I thought you were cool, how can you be so heartless!” Genji said

“How can you be so empty-headed!” you said

“Guys stop!” Fumiko said, “This isn't why we are here, look Akio was attacked by a villain that is why he is in the hospital.”

“Really now,” you said

“The night hawk attacked him in an alleyway last night,” Genji said

“Oh that's funny Akio attacked me in an alleyway last night as well,” you said

“Look, you said someone interfered right.” Fumiko said, “Did anything else happen.”

“All he did was throw a can at Akio's head, told me how to leave the alleyway to avoid him, also if it was the nighthawk I think I would have noticed the wings,” you said

“I can’t believe this.” Genji said, “ugh if you weren't so drunk Akio wouldn't have tried to help you home and he wouldn't be in the hospital!”

“Genji!” Fumiko said, as you grabbed Genji by the shirt and looked him dead in the eyes

“You are lucky Genji is in the hospital or I would have ripped him a new Orifice.” you said “Because whatever the Nighthawk did to him, I would have done something worse ten times over!”

“You are crazy,” Genji said trying to remove your hand but you flexed your hand and caught his shirt with your talons.

“And you are an asshole.” you said letting him go with a shove “Fumiko I think you should either find a new group of guys or a new seat in class.”

And with that you slammed the door in both their faces, both looking shocked but what more could they do.

Later that night you set off to find your clues on what happens, walking past Cherry stem and looking around for any sign, you saw the police tape, yup there was blood splatters still on the wall, you went around it and down the alleyway where Akio attacked you and looked up at the fire escape the man was on, you walked up the steps and kept looking around, no clues on where he could have been, you kept going up the steps till you reached the roof, you kept looking around only to see a single red feather laying on the floor.

“So it really was the nighthawk,” you said to yourself picking it up, he was noticed for not leaving a single trace so why would he leave this, you heard a jiggle of the doorknob and decided it was time for you to leave, you put the feather in your purse and headed back to school, grabbing a rice ball for dinner unknowing to you a certain villain was on the roof looking down at you.

“Well, well she sure is a curious one.” Hawks said to himself, unknowing to you his feathers were really easy for him to track down and control the public only knows him as a flying villain, unknowing just how special his feathers could be.

You sat in your dorm and looked down at the bright red feather, still, it didn't make sense to you, how could you have not noticed those giant red wings, maybe you were in such a panic you missed them, and still why would one of japan's top villains help you, still this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. You got out your microscope and plucked one of the feather fibers out and looked under it, everything seemed normal enough, quirks are always so interesting. Maybe if you cut down the feather shaft and extracted some DNA you could find out more answers. You flexed your pointer finger and cut down the middle, and to your surprise, everything seemed to be intact like it was still attached to the animal.

Your curiosity was cut short when the father shot up and slammed into your window, you jumped back and that's how he was able to conceal his feathers from you, he could remove them from his body and control them at will, so the Hpsc was lying to the public about how dangerous he could be, you grabbed it and it was squirming in your hand before shooting up taking you with it and you got slammed against the roof, you held on.

“OH no you don't.” you said, tugging it back down and slamming in on your desk “I wonder how much you can feel.”

So interesting ti was like its own living organism, no wonder he could be so dangerous, but still, if he could control it this far and feel it, was he coming to get his feather back, and if so he must be coming over, this was going to be interesting. You twiddled the feather between your fingers and hummed to yourself, what exactly was he planning.

You were still up watching the feather, it seemed to calm down, it must be able to feel pain and that's why it freaked out on you earlier, still, it was getting late maybe he wasn't coming, what a letdown, and here you thought something interesting was going to happen. You looked down at the feather and noticed it started moving slowly, your head picked it up as it started moving towards your window and tapping at it, you got up and walked over grabbing the feather and opening the window.

“You know, usually you ask a man before cutting open his feathers.” you heard the familiar voice, and you looked up to see him sitting down on the flag pole above your window,

“I knew it,” you said

“KNew what?” He asked

“YOu can feel your feathers even when they are detached from your body and control them.” you said “That's how you are able to hide out, and why I didn't recognize you yesterday.”

“Yesterday, what happen yesterday?” he asked

“I was that woman you helped in the alleyway,” you said

“Haha I'm just yanking your chain of course I remember you miss talons.” He said, “I see you got my gift, I wasn't expecting you to slice it open, that hurt you know.”

“Gift?” you said

“Well more like a clue, I was happy to see you pick it up,” he said hooking his needs around the pole and swinging down

“Why would you want me to find this?” you asked

“You seem smart, and seem like you would ask questions,” he said

“Well you put that creep in the hospital.” you said holding out his feather “I'm assuming you want this back huh.”

“Yes ma’am.” he said taking it from your hands “You look confused?”

“Well, I am wondering why one of Japanese most dangerous evil and is hanging outside my window.”

“Had nothing better to do today, and most dangerous villain huh, is that what they are labeling me as?” he asked “I’m not here to threaten you to keep your mouth shut, you are smart enough to know if you talk you will get taken by the Hpsc and try to extract any information they think you might have on me, still I expect you to be more terrified.”

“Hmm well I was expecting you to be a lot more evil,” you said

“Well I did just put your “friend” in the hospital so take that as you will,” he said

“Well thank you for that.” you said “I hate guys like him.”

“You should see the guys I deal with.” Hawks said, “Still you are the first person to find my hint.”

“Why did you leave the hint, really tell me,” you said

“Hmmm...that's a secret.” he said putting a finger over his lips, before swinging back up “Well I got to go and remember to keep this meeting hush hush okay.”

“I will,” you said as a large gust of wind hit your face and he was gone in a flash, yes this was getting interesting.

[butchshep]

as best friends do (trevor/michael, genderswap)

a cut nsfw scene from the fem unholy trinity fic i'm writing --

***

Hot wet and close. Just how Trisha liked it.

Michelle was a pretty, soppy drunk. Her hair got in her eyes and her face got red and she’d fall into the nearest warm body like it was her gravity. She’d lean in close-close-close to whisper and her wet lips tickled Trisha’s ear, her jaw, her neck. And she still thought she was put-together too, that was the riot.

“You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's niiiiiight,” Michelle sang as they left the Yellow Jacket Inn, letting Trisha keep her nice and close, besties for life, closer than sisters, all the ways you could say I love youuu.

(Trisha’s wasted too, happy and pissed and still riding a high, and part of it is just because of how nicely Michelle’s tits fill her blouse.)

“Who ya serenading, Shelly?” Trisha asked, throwing open the passenger door of her Bodhi for Michelle, who climbed in less-than-graceful. Trisha darted around to the driver’s side, and with the ease of years of Driving Under the Influence, peels out of the lot only hitting one cactus on the way out of the lot.

“Who says I’m serenading anyone?” Michelle replied, propping her feet daintily on the dash.

“The song in your heart?”

“The song in my heart …” Michelle laughed. “So, ah, poetic, T.”

“Say, having Patricia around has inspired me,” Trisha chortled. If she closed her eyes she could see lovely Patricia’s red hair and smiling face. A horn blared, and Trisha yanked her eyes open, flipping off the motherfucker who’d dared to get in her way. So what she was driving in the wrong lane? People needed to learn how to adapt!

“Patricia,” Michelle said slowly. “That’s so creepy …”

“What’s so creepy about it!”

“She’s so … old.”

“So are we Shelly, so are we.”

“Not so old …” Michelle’s hand came up, thumb brushing the wrinkles at the corner of Trisha’s eyes. “I still see young Trisha, when I look at you.”

Trisha’s heart went thump-thump-thump. Michelle may be a fat snake, but she could talk real pretty when she wanted to.

“Yeah, well, you look all old and fat to me.”

“Nice.” Michelle’s hand drew away, down, cradled Trisha’s knee, squeezed it. Now Trisha’s pussy went throb-throb-throb too. “You’re always so mean to me.”

“Who left who to grieve who for years on end?”

“Huh?” Michelle huffed a laugh. “Your grammar’s gettin’ all over the place, T.”

“My grammar is perfectly fine. You’re just snooty.”

“Haha … yeah.” Michelle squeezed her knee again. “Drive faster.”

Trisha did. Trisha drove so fast she took out part of her fence, and pushed Michelle up against her door so hard Michelle let out a pretty bitten-off gasp, and then tumbled them both into bed in a tangle of limbs. They made out like a couple of octopuses grabbing at everything, and then Trisha shoved Michelle’s prissy secretary pencil skirt up so she could press a kiss to her cunt through her lacy underwear. Michelle moaned, jiggly thighs clamping down on Trisha’s head before she forced them back open. Trisha tsked, grabbing Michelle’s thighs and squeezing tem tightly shut again. Feeling like your head was about to be popped off was one of best parts of eating pussy as far as she was concerned.

Michelle was a treat to eat out, that hadn’t changed in all these years. She moaned shamelessly, she dug her nails into Trisha’s scalp, she yanked on her hair and arched her back and begged for more. Trisha was up on Cloud 9 and feelin’ fine, scratching up those pale thighs and curling her tongue and nipping with teeth and drinking her down like the finest liquor.

Patricia could probably hear them, as noisy as Michelle was. That just turned Trisha on more.

“Trisha,” Michelle whined, grinding down into Trisha’s face, trembling all over, “Trish, Trish, T, God, please, fuck --!”

Trisha made her come, and then another two times, just for the nostalgia of it. By the time she was done her jaw felt like tenderized meat and Michelle was soaked in sweat and limp as a jellyfish, legs and arms splayed out as she panted away.

“Good?” Trisha asked smugly, kissing her way back up Michelle’s body to flutter kisses all over her pretty, dazed face.

“Damn, T,” Michelle replied hoarsely, running her fingers through Trisha’s hair as she gazed up at her, kind of dopey-looking in her post-orgasm state. “You’ve gotten really good at that.”

“‘Course. I’m a stud.” Trisha sat up, kicking out of her damp jeans. “Gonna return the favour?”

“I’m tired,” Michelle whined.

“Don’t be a selfish cunt,” Trisha replied, crawling back up Michelle’s body and then straddling her face, grinning down at her with intent. “And return the favour.”

Michelle rolled her eyes, but when Trisha sat on her face, she grabbed Trisha’s ass and went to town. Not bad for a woman with a husband at home (or, well, not at home right now, but you got the picture) and Trisha kept sneaking peeks down there to remind herself this was really Michelle Townley-Wilson-De Santa-Whatever tongue-deep in her cunt, that after all these years she was here again, right back where she belonged --

Trisha didn’t last long. She came with a series of hitched moans, rocking down against Michelle’s face, and rode her orgasm like a goddamn unicorn to paradise.

Afterwards, Michelle wriggled out of her sweaty clothes and lay there naked, and Trisha was too, and they were side-by-side. Trisha was afraid to close her eyes, like that would steal Michelle away, but part of her also wanted that, because Michelle being gone was easier than Michelle being there in a lot of ways.

Eventually, she slept. Michelle was in the kitchen, cleaning, when she woke up.

[thescullyphile]

Dana Scully, Handyman

Drip... Drip... Drip...

Mulder’s sink is broken, and he doesn’t know what to do. Maintenance was not a skill taught in the Vineyard. He places a bucket under his leaking pipes and goes to work with the optimistic hope that the bucket won’t overflow.

356, 357, 358...He mentally counts the drips throughout the day, something to distract him other than throwing pencils at the ceiling. Unlike chasing a religious sect of possible aliens, office work is boring. It’s even worse when Scully leaves, like she has now, to get her lunch. He is so engrossed that he misses Scully’s return, and her calling his name, until she waves her hand in front of him. “Sorry, sorry, what were you saying?”

Scully places a bottle of sweet tea in front of him. “The vending machine gave me two.” She explains. “What’re you thinking about? You were pretty far off there.”

Mulder cracks open the tea, nodding appreciatively in her direction. “Just wondering how many drops of water a two gallon bucket can hold.”

The quizzical look that he garners from Scully prompts him to give a better explanation.

“My kitchen sink’s leaking and I don’t know what’s wrong with it.”

“Oh.” Scully pauses to unwrap her salad. “Do you want me to look at it?”

Mulder finds himself nodding before he knows what is happening. His brain is functioning in a different realm than his mouth as they settle the details. Scully will come over to his apartment after work. She will go home first to change and pick up her tool box. (Mulder only has some duct tape and a hammer.) Those are the facts, but Mulder doesn’t fully finish processing them until he is checking out the ingredients for spaghetti from the grocer’s near his apartment. It occurs to him, as he swipes his card, that they never actually talked about dinner. But it’s too late now. He’s twenty dollars poorer, and finds he doesn’t mind it, if making Scully dinner is the reason. Why he’s happy about making dinner for his partner is a good question, but Mulder doesn’t have the time to put his psychology degree to use.

Laden with groceries, Mulder takes one step inside of his apartment and grimaces. This will not do. Though definitely not a bachelor pad, 42 Hegal Place has seen its better days, and was, Mulder realized, not fit for company. After about thirty minutes of opening windows and picking up socks, Mulder was satisfied that Scully, upon walking in, would not think she had been transported to a prehistoric cave dwelling.

A knock sounds from his front door as Mulder is chopping onions. His eyes are watering as he trips over himself to open the door, irrationally afraid that if he’s not fast enough she’ll just walk away and he’ll be left with a table for one and spaghetti for two. And a leaky sink.

“Hi, come on in.” His voice is a little breathless but Scully smiles anyways. She’s wearing worn blue jeans, cuffed so she won’t step on the hem, and a t-shirt. Work clothes. Real work clothes. It occurs to Mulder that this is the first time that he’s seen her bare arms since that night in Oregon a few months ago. She looks good.

Scully follows him into the kitchen, eyeing his preparations for dinner but saying nothing, which makes Mulder nervous. He opens the cabinet under the sink, motions to the leaking pipes halfheartedly. “I can only tell you that it’s leaking, I really don’t know much about plumbing.” The bucket, which had occupied his mind so stubbornly earlier that day, had been forgotten, and now stands half an inch from overflowing under his sink. It sloshes as he yanks it out by the handle. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna go empty this out. In the...bathroom.”

Mulder makes his escape, facepalms a little, because why is he being so weird? It’s just Scully.

Bucket empty, he returns to the kitchen to find Scully on her back, looking like she knows what she’s doing. So that makes one of them. Her knee jerks a little, surprised, he thinks, from the unexpected sensation of a drop of water falling onto her face. Mulder offers her a towel, and her voice sounds tinny from under the sink as she thanks him.

Left with nothing to do, Mulder stands there for a moment, but watching Scully fix the sink feels somewhat creepy, so he turns back to the stove and tries to remind himself how to cook pasta. Fifteen minutes later, she finishes working and gives him the all clear just in time to drain the spaghetti. He almost forgets a colander, and is ten seconds away from pouring pasta down the drain before common sense kicks in.

Scully explains what was wrong with the pipes like he knows enough to understand her, but Mulder doesn’t really know what she’s talking about. He can’t think about anything, too anxious that he’s going to miss his window to invite her to join him for dinner. Her sentence is barely ended before he’s blurting out “Will you stay to eat?

“I don’t want to impose, Mulder.”

“Please? It’s the least I can do, really.”

Scully smiles a bit. “Well, if you insist.”

--

Scully sets the table while Mulder serves, thinking fleetingly that he wished he had some parsley for a garnish before deciding it would be stupid. What kind of person just has parsley on hand?

They eat in silence for a moment, briefly awkward before Mulder clears his throat. “So, any fun story about how you became a one woman maintenance company?”

“Sort of.” Scully gives a fond, private little smile. “I was eight, and my dad had just come back home, and the house needed some work. I wanted to help so badly, but my dad only asked for Bill and Charlie. So I spent the week at the library, reading every manual and guide I could get my hands on- God only knows what the librarian thought- until I was certain that I knew more than the boys.” She chuckles at the memory, eyes twinkling as she looks at Mulder like they now have a shared secret.

“That weekend my dad needed help again and I just hung around until he finally gave me something to do. The boys weren’t much help after that...And the rest is history.” Mulder can imagine it, young Dana Katherine with steady hands, more patient than her brothers, as good a partner as she is now. “When my dad died,” Her voice wavers, the wound still fresh, “he left me the tool box. Bill was kind of bitter about that.”

It’s then that Mulder notices the ‘Scully’ neatly penciled in a hand he doesn’t recognize on the side of the box. He smiles, tries not to think about how Captain Scully raised a better son in his daughter than Mulder’s father raised in him.

The conversation flows more smoothly after they’ve broken the ice as friends, and Mulder has a better time than he’d dared to hope for. His apartment gets dark as night sets in, and Scully checks her utilitarian little watch hopefully, only to cock her head to the side in apology. “I should go home, it’s getting late.”

Unable to argue with the passing of time, Mulder sees her to the door, uncharacteristically bashful as she thanks him for dinner. “It’s nothing, I mean, you gave me a sweet tea today, so,” He trails off with a shrug, pleased that he’s earned a smile from her. She steps into the hallway. “Well, thank you anyways.”

They part hesitantly, like children. The door clicks shut.

[danny-chase]

if you want, maybe you could do "severed artery" with Dick and have Roy (or one of the other Titans) take care of him? love your writing and I hope you're having a nice day!

AHH thank you so much! I hope you enjoy!

Severed Artery - read on AO3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Titans (Comics), Nightwing (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Harper & Dick Grayson Characters: Roy Harper, Dick Grayson, Garth (DCU), Donna Troy (minor) Additional Tags: Can be read as pre-slash, POV Roy Harper, POV Dick Grayson, vomitting, Blood, Guns, Hospitals, Canon-Typical Violence, dick is a little shit, Roy is a Little Shit, Homophobia, Roy Harper Needs a Hug, Roy Harper gets/gives a hug, Dick Grayson Whump, Roy Harper emotional whump, Protective Roy Harper, Hurt Dick Grayson, Garth is the best, Titans as family, Confused Dick Grayson, Medical Inaccuracies Series: Part 6 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:

Dick and Roy are little shits to each other, until the night takes a turn for the worse.

Full story under cut

“Aight, Donna, you ready to go?” Roy chirped, taking a second to look himself over in the mirror, running his fingers through his (surprisingly) soft hair (he’d be stealing Dick’s shampoo more often) – getting that perfect messy, but stylish look. He fired off finger guns at his reflection – he was killing it, somehow listening to Gar of people had worked out – he gave shockingly good fashion advice.

Feeling optimistic, he sauntered into the hall, only to be met with Donna’s confused expression.

“Roy, I’m going out with the girls tonight, I told you like four times.” She leaned against the wall, gesturing to Jesse and Toni, car keys dangling from her hand. Jesse stared at him, an eyebrow cocked judgmentally, as Toni smiled, offering a little wave. He waved back, watching Jesse’s expression morph into disapproval.

“Hey, I didn’t even do anything!” He complained, glaring at Jesse. She rolled her eyes, not deigning to verbally respond. Ice queen.

Reaching out, Donna patted his shoulder, waiting until he met her eyes. “I’m sorry, hun, but we’ve got tickets to a concert, could we go out next weekend?” She fluttered her eyelids slightly, sending chills up his spine. “Why don’t you take one of the boys with you?”

“Terrible company, but babe, have fun, I’ll figure something out.” He cupped her chin in his hand, leaning forward to peck a kiss to the top of her head, ignoring the fact she squatted down to make the moment work.

“Mm, thanks.” With that, the girls were off for the night, leaving him stranded in a deserted hallway.

Well. He could do what Donna suggested and take out one of the guys – he had the reservation, and Lian was already situated with the sitter. But which guy was the question… Wally was out with the league, Garth was visiting home, Vic was with Gar, and Grant had a date. Which left Dick – no - Dick was busy working – actually yes – he likely needed a break.

Actually – was he even here?

He started towards the central control room, poking a head in Dick’s room on the way and had to do a double take.

“You’re actually in <em>your room</em>?” Dick threw a pencil at him without looking up from his desk, child’s play to dodge – Dick speak for hmm, maybe something like ‘asshole’, but he took it as an invitation to enter. But if Dick was going to call him an asshole, he had expectations to live up to.

He took a standing leap, twisting and flopping across Dick’s immaculately made bed, sending blankets and pillows careening off the side. Dick ignored him, scribbling down some notes on a pad of paper. Roy waited for a few minutes, listening to the scratch of pen on paper. Quick and noisy – Dick was likely stressed – he was pushing down harder than normal; he gave it an eighty/twenty chance something was up.

Ripping paper proved him right, as Dick frustratedly crumpled up the page of notes, throwing them behind him, hitting the recycling bin with ease. Groaning, he dropped his head into his hands, rubbing his eyes.

“Showoff.” Dick startled, jumping out of his chair, Roy’s own reflexes were the only thing that saved him from taking a pen between the eyes.

“What the fuck, Richard?!” He yelled, yanking the little missile out of the air. A faint flush tinted the top of Dick’s ears.

“I forgot you were there.” The admission was almost too quiet to hear, but combined with the minute sign of embarrassment, it rang of truth. Roy could milk this, oh he totally could.

“What was that, why did you almost kill me?” If he played his cards right, he wouldn’t be dining alone tonight.

“I didn’t think you were…” Dick trailed off, glaring at him. “You heard what I said.” He retorted, catching on. Sucks to suck, Dickie – he was obviously tired if that spooked him – he was likely running on caffeine.

“Oh, you misunderstand.” Scooching off the edge of the bed, he hopped lightly onto the balls of his feet. “Why’d the batboy forget I was there, hmm?” He pulled a half-eaten energy bar off the desk, inspecting the wrapper. Dick casually rocked back in his chair.

“See, completely decaf, I told you I’d-” Roy yanked open a drawer, Dick darting to stop him. “This is my desk!” He slammed the drawer shut a moment too late – Roy had good eyes after all.

“Hmm, so how do you explain the-”

“Get out, I have stuff to do – aren’t you supposed to be on a date with-”

“-CAFFIENE PILLS IN YOUR DRAWER!” He shouted through Dick’s response, effectively shutting him up. There’d been an intervention years ago after too many days spent on one hour or less of sleep. “You know the deal.” Dick groaned as he ruffled his hair.

“I have to-”

“Eat, shower, and sleep. And I have reservations. For two. You’re coming with me.” Ah yes, a romantic dinner date with Dick Grayson. People would kill for this. Dick crossed his arms. Roy picked up his chair, staggering towards the door. Dick was going whether he liked it or not, a real meal (not protein shakes or energy bars) would do him good.

“No one’s even done this to me in like, a year.” He noted, gracefully leaping out of the seat. “Asshole.” Grumbling he lightly punching him in the arm before heading into his walk-in closet, stripping off his shirt as he went. Automatically, Roy scanned for any new injuries, his eyes lingering over a few of the old.

“Liar, Wally caught you two months ago. Besides, the restaurant is nice, Donna likes it and you two are basically the same person, so you’ll love it.” Dick scoffed, stepping out of view.

“Is that all I am to you? Your replacement for Donna?” He sounded mildly offended.

“Nah, you’re too ugly to replace her.” Dick hmphed. “And your personality sucks.” Roy added.

“Why the hell am I going with you?”

“It’s not like your night could get any worse.” Dinner was better than casework after all.

Dick’s head poked out the doorway, looking completely unamused. “Asshole.” He chirped a second time, ducking back away.

Roy sat across from him, speaking between mouthfuls of pasta, smacking his lips together. “So anyways this kid, Johnny is like, sitting next to Lian in class, and he keeps taking her crayons and won’t give them back.” Dick thought for a moment, watching Roy drum his fingers rhythmically on the table. “And the teacher is being ridiculous, she just believes Johnny over Lian. My Lian! Can you believe it?” He slammed his fork down, articulating the point.

<em>And you’re sure Lian gave you the whole story?</em> Was what Dick wondered, but he’d prefer not to die for questioning Lian’s integrity tonight. “Why don’t you mark her crayons with a sharpie and let the teacher know?” Roy’s fingers stopped.

“Huh, hadn’t thought of that.” He leaned back in his seat, distantly looking out the window. People trickled down the street, passing by the little café, kicking up crimson leaves from half empty trees. Streetlights flickered on; fairy lights crisscrossing the avenue, as the sun lazily sunk in the sky. It was a beautiful night – Roy was right, he did love it, the food was good – catching up with Roy was refreshing – and the location was stunning; as always, Roy always picked the perfect places for dates. Dick was past the point of being annoyed at the situation but was still determined to give Roy a hard time.

“Well, maybe if you thought about that instead of harassing me.” He leaned forward, resting his head on his hand, dramatically looking out the window – Babs was going to kill him for being late with his case reports. Again. Roy smirked as he rocked forward, reaching across the table to lay a hand on his forearm. He at least had the decency to look apologetic.

“Look, you know the deal.” Brushing his thumb against his skin placatingly, he waited until Dick met his eyes. “You’re working full time, and have your nightly duties, and you’re with us.” His voice dropped, his nostrils flaring in irritation. “It’s not like you’ll leave Bruce alone any time soon either. Dick.” His eyes crinkled around the edges – concern. “You’ve got to start taking care of yourself.” Dick rolled his eyes; he was doing fine.

“You’re working with Ollie, you have a daughter, and you’re working with us, look I had one breakdown-”

“More than one-”

“-Only one that wasn’t the result of external influences.” Fuck Brother Blood for the other ones. “We made the caffeine deal after,” he grimaced reflexively “I broke up with Kory but, Roy.” He clasped Roy’s hand with his other hand reassuringly. “I promise I’m doing better now.” Tilting his head to the side, he cracked his neck. “Plus, you only brought me along because Donna was busy, that’s not what the deal was for.”

“Okay, maybe that was shitty of me, but it’s nice seeing you without the tights.” Roy flashed a winning smile. “Not that I don’t like seeing you in them, the new stuff looks great.”

“Oh, so I don’t look great now?” He teased. He’d picked out his brightest shirt for the occasion – a polo patterned after bowling alley carpet paired with the tightest red jeans he could find, and of course, a pair of heels borrowed from Donna. A single giant hoop earring dangled off his left ear. If he was going out with Roy, he wanted people taking pictures. Payback. This would be in the news tomorrow.

“Babe,” Roy lifted up his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “You look stunning.” He grinned goofily, seemingly happy to play along. Welp. If that’s how they were going to play it. He booped Roy’s nose, watching his pupils dilate. Dick recoiled in surprise – Roy wasn’t -

“Wait, you’re not actually-”

A scream cut him off, whirling around in his seat he saw a large man storming into the café brandishing a gun, his face red beet red and angry. He turned back, squeezing Roy’s hand, nodding towards the silverware.

“No-no one else move!” The guests around them stayed frozen in place. Three older ladies on their right, a family of four on their left (he guessed it was the young girl who screamed), and a couple across from them. The staff ducked behind the counter as people outside the restaurant scrambled away.

Dick raised his hands slowly. “I said no one move!” The gun pointed directly at him. Perfect.

“Okay, I won’t move.” He said steadily, watching sweat bead on the man’s head – he was nervous, his hands twitched uneasily on the gun – possibly his first time, and he kept muttering to himself. He watched Roy’s hand carefully creep towards silverware in his peripheral. “Do you want money? My father is rich.” Watching the man jitter about, he slowly stood up. Roy’s hand closed around the fork.

“Okay? You-you can get me money?” The man mused to himself, shifting his weight back and forth. He started lowering his gun, taking a step forward, he reached out his other hand. Dick took a few steps to the right, away from his chair, shifting attention away from Roy. “Okay the-”

*BANG* The world sped up around him, he rushed forward as the man fell-

*BANG* The man hadn’t even hit the ground – he was already dead – already-

“DICK-”

*BANG* Blood and brain matter poured out of the man’s head, someone was screaming, it didn’t need to-

*BANG*

“STOP!” Someone slammed into his side, and he hurtled to the ground. “HOLD YOUR FIRE!”

Roy���s face hovered above him. “Dick! You’re going to be fine.” His hands clamped napkins to his left shoulder, one on his front the other on his back – and shit – that was a lot of blood. “Hey, look at me.” Pain radiated out for the spot as Roy doubled the weight on the wound, blood seeping out past his fingers, waves pulsating in time to his heartbeat.

Cops burst in through the door, rushing to swarm the dead body. One glanced their way. “Oh shit, you hit the fa-”

“Fucking call an ambulance you dipshits!” Roy’s voice sounded farther away. “Slow your heart, fuck, do your Jedi weirdo bat tricks.” He hissed. Too late, sometimes, things happen too fast. “They hit an artery.” The blood wasn’t stopping, the napkin was soaked through, Dick felt himself slipping into shock. “Dick, stay awake!”

“Lo-ve y-ou.” He stumbled over the words as the world exploded – a million things happening at once – his thoughts scattering as black tinged his vision, overcoming everything.

Roy scrubbed his hands, pausing over the sink, watching the pink water rush down the drain, gurgling as it went. He rubbed a hand further, tackling the blood crusted over his elbow. He made a mistake of catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror –Dick’s blood was everywhere, coating his shirt, arms, pants, even some on his face. His stomach flipped, clenching tightly as he started to gag - fuck.

Throwing himself over the toilet, dinner rising back up in his throat, he threw up the seat. Shaking, he held himself over the porcelain toilet, fingertips staining it red, as he heaved. Soap bubbles dripped from his hands over the edge of the bowl, spattering on the ground.

Each drop spurred a recollection of the night’s events.

*Plop* The man was dead before he hit the grown, brain matter spattering the wall.

*Plop* A bullet whistled through the air, missing Dick by millimeters, lodging six inches next to the little girl’s head. He ran, screaming <em>“Dick!”</em>

*Plop* Blood sprayed out, a bullet ripping through Dick’s shoulder, as he kept moving towards the man.

*Plop* <em>“Stop!”</em> Tackling Dick out of the way, he screamed for them to stop, ripping napkins off a table and desperately trying to stop Dick’s life from slipping through his fingers.

He fell to his knees, a pit growing in his stomach spreading to his chest, rooting him to the spot. He curled his knees to his chest. Fuck. Dick had been shot before. But this? It was different. They weren’t in costume, they hadn’t been ready – the man hadn’t even shot anyone, only the bastard cops had.

<em>“Love you.”</em>

What kind of final words were those! He sat on the tile floor, banging his head into the side of the wall. Dick couldn’t die. Not because he forced him on some dumb dinner date! It wasn’t fucking fair!

His vision blurred, but he couldn’t do anything to stop the tears, unless he wanted blood in his eyes. Just – fuck. “FUCK!” His shout reverberated around the room. This was all his fault – he should have stayed home with Lian, guilt pooled in the bottom of his stomach. Why couldn’t he just leave well enough alone? Why’d he always have to have the last word? What was wrong with him!? Normal people didn’t antagonize each other like that!

The door creaked open. “Roy?” Garth called, the door squealing as it slowly opened. “Donna’s here too, are you ohhhhhhhhh-kay?” His jaw dropped, though he quickly recovered. Roy looked away, in a failed attempt to hide the tear tracks on his cheeks.

Garth stared at his hands. “That’s a lot of blood.” He muttered, his eyes darting around the room. “I mean, I brought you clean clothes.” He placed pair of sweats and a ratty t-shirt he’d stolen from Dick years ago on the counter. Roy’s eyes lingered on the shirt, no doubt the choice had been intentional.

The sound of rushing water cut through the silence, seeming to grow louder with each passing moment. Garth leaned back against the counter, hopping up next to the sink. “He’ll be fine.”

“Yep.” Dick was always fine. Always fine until he wasn’t.

“It’s not your fault.” Wrong.

“Debatable.” Garth frowned at the response but held his tongue. Instead, he let his head fall back against the mirror, staring up at the ceiling.

Softly, barely above a whisper, he continued. “I left you all alone for one day and this is how it ends up.” Roy bit his lip. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” Guilt bubbled in the bottom of his stomach, and annoyance overcame him; they’d had these conversations before.

“Are you kidding me? I know what you want me to say. It’s not your fault – of course not. But then you’ll say ah but it’s not my fault either.” Angrily throwing his arms in the air, he continued, his voice growing louder. “And no – Garth – actually it is my fault!” He could feel the blood rushing to his face. “I’m the one who made him go to the restaurant. I’m the one was too late getting him out of the line of fire!” His voice resounded around the cramped room. He banged his head against the wall again. “Look, I know what you’re trying to do and thanks. But no thanks.”

Nonchalantly shrugging, Garth gestured to the water. “Wallowing here won’t make you feel less guilty. Apologizing when he wakes up will help, and I’m sure you’d prefer to be clean when the time comes.”

“Garth? Could you just…” He trailed off; anger quickly overcome by a wave of guilt. Shut up? Leave? Stop? He wasn’t sure, but he was sure he didn’t deserve whatever pity Garth was feeling. A wet paper towel smacked him in the face.

“Kick you in the rear so you’ll get off your sorry ass and clean yourself up?” Hopping off the counter, Garth strode over, lifting Roy by the elbow. “That’s not my style. But I’ll help you get cleaned up.” He let himself be dragged towards the running water, facing himself in the mirror once more, though this time he focused on Garth.

Sometimes Dick could swear he was actually a time traveler. Or maybe had latent teleportation abilities. Realistically, he’d probably just blacked out from blood loss or a concussion, but eh, that option wasn’t as fun. Blinking, he found himself in a familiar setting; a hospital room in a private wing, at – a clock ticked to his left, looking up – it was 4:19am.

He waited a minute, watching the clock turn to 4:20 - nice.

What was he doing again? How long was he out?

He struggled for a moment before remembering that he went out with Roy at 6pm last night, so he was out for… god math was hard. Six to twelve is six hours plus four, uh, ten hours and twenty minutes. Right. As long as it was the same day, he was set.

“Shit.” He promptly realized he couldn’t move his left arm. A sling. UGH. “Son of a-” he cut himself off, realizing he wasn’t alone in the room, Donna was gently snoring in a nearby chair, a little throw blanket covering her. The patterns had fish people… there was a word for that… mer-somethings-maids, mermaids. Mermaids – Garth – Garth was here, that was his blanket.

Dick scanned the room, checking for signs of life. Someone’s bag was on the floor, but he didn’t feel like expending the brain power to figure out who’s. Alright. He steeled himself. Now was the perfect time for escape.

The room spun as he sat up, turning around and round again before his eyes. Hah. Count Vertigo was way worse than this. Yep, head empty, room spinning, this was fine. Swinging his legs over the bed, an alarm blared next to his head.

“Fuck!” He jumped out of his skin, springing to his feet, in a defensive position. Well. He thought he did. The room was tilting on its side, the high-pitched noise shattering his thoughts. Instinctively, he tried to run.

“Woah there, shorty.” He found himself held by strong arms, the world turning once more. The familiar scent of Roy’s aftershave overpowered his senses. Distantly he was aware of the alarm turning off, his legs hitting the back of the bed. Roy’s face swam into view as he was guided back onto the bed, now propped up by soft pillows. So much for escape…

He closed his eyes, waiting for the rush of dizziness to pass. “Roy?” Warm arms wrapped around his torso, snaking tenderly around the sling. “What?” He mumbled - not that he was complaining, as he nestled his chin on Roy’s shoulder. He sighed contentedly, pressing his face into Roy’s stiff neck, closing his eyes and basking in the warmth.

For some reason, the wheels in his brain began turning. Roy. Dinner. Gunshots. His eyes shot open. “Fuck did you get hit, are you okay?” He pulled back, scanning Roy for injuries.

“I’m fine.” Roy facepalmed.

“What?”

“You got shot and you’re asking if <em>I’m</em> okay?” Roy shook his head, exhaustion clear in his voice. Dick looked at his sling again.

“I got shot?” It was like a piece of a puzzle clicking into place. “I got shot…” Wasn’t he supposed to be somewhere else? “How the fuck am I supposed to explain this to my boss?”

Sighing, Roy took a seat on the edge of the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why are you like this?” Turning, he looked Dick in the eyes. “Don’t answer that actually. Look, I’m sorry I made you go out to dinner.”

“Why? It was nice.” The food was good. Sputtering, Roy searched for words.

“Well. Don’t say I never apologized.” A little bit of a blush crept up his neck.

His mind abruptly recalled something he’d heard Roy saying to Lian. “Apologies come with hugs.” Roy rolled his eyes but moved closer anyways.

“You don’t even know why I’m apologizing.” He mumbled, brushing Dick’s bangs to the side. Dick grinned as Roy pecked his forehead, sweeping him into a second embrace. Two hugs in one day – that was a pretty good day. Roy’s fingers stroked through his hair, as Dick leaned into his muscular side, the world spinning slightly, though he’d found a solid rock to lean on.