#if she likes you enough it's probs a bit of a fight first and wall sex tho when i think about her history LOLOL

[bvd11975]

If she likes you, she's on top. If she really likes you, she'll switch.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Knight in Shining Red Armor | Dante + Child!Reader (DMC 4)

A/N: Hey so this is a rewrite of one of my first (and only) DMC fic from like...2016. This takes place post-DMC 4

You can read the og one on my DeviantArt! But if you're here for the new one then I hope ya'll enjoy!

Summary: Child!Reader was taken under Dante's wing after being saved from a demon invasion, but even years later he hesitates to tell them what he truly is, fearing they'll resent him for his demonic heritage.

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"Hey, um..Dante?"

"What's up, kiddo?" The red-clad devil hunter asked, though he wasn't completely paying attention to you. Rather he was sitting at his desk, feet kicked up as he was flipping through a magazine.

Meanwhile you were roaming around the shop, stopping only to gaze at the massive curved sword with glowing gems hanging on the wall behind him. He mentioned claiming many weapons--"Devil Arms" as they were called--from defeated demons, but you were curious about their names.

"Just wondering..what's that sword behind you called?"

"The Sparda. It sealed the barrier between the Underworld and human world. Nero went through hell and back, quite literally, to return it to me, so don't even think about touching......it?"

Dante put the magazine down as he turned to see you holding the Sparda in your small hands. You smiled triumphantly, but stumbled a bit before the blade accidentally slammed into the wooden floor, making you wince.

"Oops."

Yet your little act amused him, as he chuckled and shook his head. "You're a little too young to go devil-hunting, I'm afraid. But maybe one day you will."

"And maybe you can help pay off Dante's debt, too." Trish lightly joked as she entered the room, taking the giant sword from you and putting it back on the wall.

Her words were responded by a groan from the male, who went back to reading.

"Whatcha reading?"

Dante slowly lowered the magazine to see you sitting on his desk, but he just snapped it shut and tossed it into the trash, out of your line of sight. "Nothing that eyes like yours gotta see."

"Okay....ooooooh, what's this briefcase?" Hopping off the desk, you ran over to Pandora and crouched down to poke the skull emblem.

"Pandora. That baby can turn into six hundred and sixty six different weapons, but...right now we only have access to seven." Now he was feeling like an exhausted teacher on a museum trip, trying to explain each exhibit to his hyper first graders--the exhibits being his Devil Arms.

Yet as you ran around asking him about more of them, he couldn't help but see his childhood-self reflected in you. Just full of energy and never-ending curiosity and optimism.

Yeah..he definitely saw the resemblance.

Eventually you decided to leave him be and dash off to your room.

And only then did Dante drop his smile, sighing as he put both feet back on the ground. He ran a hand through his hair before dragging it down the side of his face tiredly.

"You know..you'll have to tell them eventually." Trish reminded.

"How, though? That kid's afraid of all demons..hybrids or not. I'm pretty sure saying "oh by the way the guy who rescued you is actually half-demon" is gonna send 'em running, and...I can't risk that." He shook his head, gazing at the jukebox in the corner.

"But I think [y/n]'s old enough to comprehend the concept of not all demons being evil," Lady chimed in after overhearing the conversation. "Just give it to them straight and I'm sure they'll understand."

As much as Dante wanted to argue, he saw that she had a valid point. But he still worried...

How would you react?

It's been a few years since he saved you from a Mega Scarecrow, though it turned out that more demons invaded your neighborhood, slaughtering everyone you knew and loved. And as he took you back to the shop to patch you up, he could see the terror in your eyes, any traces of innocence long gone.

No child should have gone through such a tragedy.

A tragedy that he was all-too familiar with.

After the defeat of the Savior, things have been looking up. You've regained your happiness as you lived in Devil May Cry and learned of Dante's tales of devil hunting, though the memories of that horrible night never truly left you alone.

Along with that, just seeing a demon is enough to make you run and hide, and you were terrified when you first met Nero and saw his demonic arm.

From that incident alone, Dante became extremely reluctant to tell you of his own demonic heritage.

He just didn't know if he's only hurting you more by keeping it hidden..

...............

Later that night, you were plagued by yet another nightmare. Different demons, same neighborhood...same deaths of your loved ones.

But in this one Dante got hurt, too. And you tried so hard to be brave for him, even shouting in the demon's face...but in the end you failed as it snatched you away, dragging you into the darkness of the Underworld before he could reach you.

Although you calmed down since awakening, you wanted to be sure he was alright.

So with what little moonlight shone in the shop's darkness, you located the worn sofa where Dante laid. He was engrossed in some TV program, though after sensing your presence his eyes flickered to you.

No words had to be exchanged in order for him to see what was wrong, as he sat up and patted the spot beside him. You smiled in relief and climbed onto the sofa, snuggling into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. "Th-Thanks, Dante."

"No prob. So uh..another nightmare, I guess?"

"Yeah, but..they hurt you, too and...I-I tried staying brave. I shouted at them to leave you alone and..they didn't listen. But...I think one of them looked scared of me."

"Wow." He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Gotta say I'm impressed."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. Y'know demons are used to seeing kids scream and cry, not take a stand against them. Plus that's pretty epic of you to defend me, so thanks." With a smile, he ruffled your hair.

"You're welcome," you giggled a bit. "But..I really just wanna be as brave as you. I mean...Nero says you laugh at giant demons and tease them all the time. How do you do that without being scared?"

"Well..it comes with the business. Getting them riled up just makes the fight more fun. At least for me. You might think I'm crazy but if ya decide to hunt demons one day...you'll see what I mean."

"But until then, could I watch you fight one? Like a big bad one?"

"......."

"Dante?"

"..kid, there's a reason I never took you on any missions." Dante sighed, swallowing back the growing lump in his throat as he carefully planned his next words. "And how I always...bounce back from getting smacked by a demon tail. No human would be able to withstand that without some broken bones."

"Oh?" You tilted your head. "Then..how can you if you're human?"

"....because I'm not fully human."

As much as he wanted to shut up, he decided to tell you the truth once and for all, not sugarcoating anything:

He explained how his parents were a demon and human--a forbidden romance which resulted in himself and Virgil being born. His bloodline allowed them to blend in with humans, exercise their demonic abilities in battle, and even tap into their true demon forms.

All the while you listened silently, with not much emotion on your face. So it was hard for him to tell what you were probably thinking in this moment.

It scared him.

"...and that's it." He sighed, closing his eyes and looking away from you. "So go ahead and hate me if you want. I won't blame you for-"

"Can you show me?"

Dante blinked stupidly as he swung his head back towards you, wondering if he heard you right.

"I...wish you told me before, but I don't wanna be scared of demons anymore." You smiled a tiny bit as you elaborated. "Especially not one who helped me. So...can I see your other form?"

"...a-alright. Just...if you get scared I can turn back instantly, so don't freak."

"I won't."

He had doubts you'll keep your word, but he got up and activated his Devil Trigger form. As he opened his eyes, you gasped upon seeing how much they were glowing--being orange rather than blue. Red electric sparks danced around his metallic body as he observed you close, anticipating your reaction. He expected you to scream or cry.

Yet..there was only curiosity and wonder in your eyes.

"Scared yet?" He asked in his distorted voice, crouching down in front of you.

Not even the way he spoke startled you, as you just shook your head. "I was wrong all along..not all demons are bad."

"Not even this one?"

"Nope. You look awesome..like a knight in shiny red armor."

"...wow..I um...." For once, the talkative devil hunter was at loss for words. But when you learned forward to hug him around the neck, he was completely shocked.

Earlier in the day he thought of countless worse-case scenarios, and yet...the best-case was happening right now.

You were accepting him, hugging him even.

He couldn't believe it.

Dante smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, making sure his armor spikes didn't hurt you. "Thanks, kid. It really means a lot that you're not terrified anymore........[y/n]?" He was concerned about your lack of response, before realizing you were dozing off.

'Damn..I might make a pretty good dad, after all..' He mused, standing up and making the trek back to your bedroom. Then he set you down and tucked you in, relief and warmth in his heart.

He had a feeling that your nightmares won't be so bad anymore. Now he felt like he could truly protect you.

Why?

Because he was gonna be your knight in shining red armor.

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"Jeez, man. Quit clanking around shit and---AH!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

"Shhhh! Chill out, Nero. You'll wake 'em." Dante was quick to shift back to his human form once he was outside your room, glaring at his nephew. "Why are you so freaked out? This ain't the first time you've seen my devil form."

"But still..why in the middle of the night?! Thought we had company."

"...just go back to bed, kid."

"Don't call me kid!"

[fallindomino]

how i would have changed s2 of hsmtmts

obvious disclaimer but im not a screenwriter or anyth so im not claiming what i want is best, this is just for fun lololol

okay so first of all nini would still have dropped out of yac but she wouldn’t have gone back to east, she would have transferred to north bc she was too ashamed to tell anyone she left at first and maybe she still wants to explore who she is away from ricky and the others

nini could join north’s batb and this way maybe we could have some playful rivalry with lily and nini and more scenes with antoine shdhdjdj also it could have been a great opportunity to flesh out lily’s character so those scenes where she reaches out to ricky and her confession at the end of the season actually make sense lol

speaking of ricky ,,, i think he should have left the play at some point hear me out. he only joined in the first place because of nini and barely wanted to do it at all once he realized he wasn’t gonna be able to perform with her. he could have joined crew and been a manager with natalie or smth considering he rlly does see the theater gang as a second family. also this would leave so much room for ej and ricky development and bants since ej joined the av club and began to pursue film. they could have some convos where idk ricky asks ej how he figured out what he wanted to do after duke didn’t work out and ricky could actually develop some interests that arent the play or nini ,,, maybe fucking art club i mean he did p good on that centerpiece for carlos’ quinceañera.

with ricky not being the beast anymore i think seb should take his place that would be soooo good. and since seb isn’t chip anymore carlos won’t make those snide comments about chip being a small unimportant role and we can just cut that whole fight bc it was dumb and bad. we could still have seb being insecure that carlos is only dating him bc there aren’t really any other gay guys at school. in a heartbeat is great and i did like ricky being supportive in the background it was kinda funny too idk dhdjdjfj

ooh i almost forgot abt rini ahshdj okay so i still think they should break up. but in my version there’s no ricky pulling an ej 1.0 and deleting comments off of nini’s insta, cause with ricky in art club and nini at north trying to figure out what she wants i think one of them would realize that they’re going in different directions and only got back tgt because they made each other feel safe cause what they had was familiar. this could be triggered by ricky mentioning smth abt nini at yac and then nini breaks down and tells him that she dropped out and is at north and doesn’t know where she’s going. and then they can both realize they aren’t good for each other rn and have a less tragic mutual break up.

honestly i really liked the scene of nini taking charge after miss jenn freaked out cause with the character detail of nini giving every person in the cast of productions she’s in a thank you note she just seems really like someone who is suited to lifting others up. this could still be explored at north, maybe she could help lily through her issues that were briefly implied in ep 11 and nini realizes she wants to be a drama teacher and encourage kids to go off book and put themselves into their acting, something she couldn’t have at yac.

okay now ej ,,, so like i said in ricky’s section, more bants between them cause i feel like friendships kinda fell by the wayside due to all the relationships so more friendship !!!! also the scene where ej tells his dad he’s not going to duke shouldn’t have been an ending scene, it should have been fleshed out with his dad pushing back saying how he pulled all these strings to get him in and ej saying he doesn’t wanna go if his own hard work couldn’t get him there. and also more scenes of ej doing av club things !!! and realizing he rlly likes film and wants to do it OMG IT WOULD BE SO COOL IF HE BROKE THE FOURTH WALL AND ASKED THE DOCUMENTARY CREW ABT THE FILM INDUSTRY god i would love that. the only scene we rlly got of ej doing film things was at the quinceañera which made me kinda sad. uhhh also i just wanted to specifically mention how ej got mr mazzara that job at cal tech bc it really showed how he wanted to be there for people not just for gina, who he had a crush on, but for mr mazzara who supported him outside of romance, so i wanna keep that for sure.

gina !!! okay so i mostly liked her arc in this season, the only changes i would make would be to flesh it out a teeny bit (god this hypothetical s2 would have to be like 22 eps at least shdjdjdjfj) anyways besides ashlyn singing home to get gina to stay i think there should be a scene where they actually talk in her room abt how gina feels safer when shes on the run (second chance reference ilysm) hhhh and also a scene of her and carlos actually working out compromises for their choreo cause i liked that bit of development too and fleshing that out would make gina an even better foil for lily, who felt a need to hog the spotlight like gina used to. with gina’s own arc fleshed out her character would feel more whole independently from romance and portwell would be even more rewarding than it is in the current s2. the only thing i would really change abt portwell is that they would kiss !!! in the finale but thats bc im biased.

ashlyn should have gotten a more fleshed out storyline about being insecure about not being a good enough belle or the typical belle. there were some throwaway lines when north did their typical dramatics but the only two real scenes that showed it were when ash talked to big red about it and when she was telling nini she wanted to do a run in “home” bc lily did it. ashlyn should get more screen time where she has to grapple with the reasons she doesn’t feel good enough and big red can still support her but also gina too bc i would like more roommate besties interaction.

kourtney could still date howie, that harry potter shit was cute but there needs to be smth else for kourtney’s arc. idk she’s still into fashion so maybe she could be out here trying to create her own line or smth? this doesn’t have to be resolved in s2 like making a wholeass line takes time and she could work on it into a potential s3. kourtney just didnt get much outside of howie and the stuff at the beginning of the season where she said nini inspired her to be independent and that's why she got a job was just dropped?? so i think that fashion could fill that for her if she’s still dating howie cause like having her whole arc just be the pizza place kinda overlaps w big red’s mini arc abt how he wasn’t settling for hospitality, its what he wants to do with his life.

ik what ur thinking. anna, even if you added more episodes, where would u find the room to add all these plotlines?? well first we cut (most of) the seblos fight, so thats some time saved. honestly most of the time that we r going to gain is going to be from cutting ms jenn’s time. things like ms jenn’s and nini’s car ride would get cut, but mostly all of ms jenn’s romances would get cut down. considering she’s the teacher and isn’t actually a character with an arc how does she have THREE love interests this season?? like all of the weird tension between her and zack can be cut, like just some short scenes of them being competitive can stay. all of the stuff with ricky’s dad can go bye bye we don’t need it. i did like her w mr mazzara so most of that can stay i just didn’t like how he said he would give up cal tech for her, ew no that would be gone.

the MENKIES !!!! this is the last thing im gonna address cause in a perfect world every character would get a long fleshed out arc but then the season would be waaay too long and also im mostly trying to work within material the show gave so this is mostly made up of “realistic” deviations from what actually happened. lol idk what that even means it just makes sense to me. but anyways!! uhhh bro idk i thought them dropping the menkies was funny but it also made the finale really BAD lmao. in this finale, seb is the beast, east still had to deal w the fact that they’re underfunded compared to north but no one is injured, lily is less of a poorly written character and maybe ppl are even rooting for her, and wow i just realized i never actually said what role i think nini should have in north’s show. OOH she could be student director instead of lily cause lily both being in the play while also directing was weird considering omg i just checked and according to her wiki page shes a FRESHMAN?? and they let her be student director? lol hell nah. okay so with all that in mind ,,, the menkies should have been the season cliffhanger instead of portwell. east and north should both be nominated, both schools perform at the menkies, and then the award winner is about to be announced and THATS when it cuts to natalie and the end of the season.

one, this actually gives more tension for a summer s3 as we would be waiting to see the consequences of whichever school won. also i bet people would be wondering if nini’s gonna be transferring back to east or staying at north. people would also prob wonder if ej would be getting the scholarship if east won and what that would mean for his interest in film.

lmao that got longggg and idk if anyone’s even gonna read this but it was fun to do :D

[sjmsstuff]

By the lakeside

Warnings: Smut, NSFW

A/N: this takes place by the mountain lake in ACOSF, it’s not explicitly spoilers but you probs want to read the book for like context reasons. Bit of training, bit of wings, guys pls don’t judge me it’s dirty x

Nesta swung the sword, arcing perfectly. The steel an extension of her very hand, and damn him if she wasn’t the most magnificent thing he had ever seen.

“Again”

Something primal in him stirred as she swung his blade. Some ancient beast purred as she wielded his steel.

Eight moves, eight perfect strokes. Her grip tightened on the hilt as she swung a final time, bringing that blade back to centre. The vision of Nesta gripping another thing flashed across his mind.

Cassian could tell the instant she scented his desire. The fire lit in her eyes, not the silver flames, but the burning embers of desire that taunted his very soul to come out and play.

Without meaning to Cassian drifted closer. Those embers flared as he took the sword from her hands, and some ancient part of him buckled in relief as that emptiness fled her gaze. As that gaze dropped to his pants and her own desire filled the air.

He nearly choked on the scent and would have found bliss in that death. In her death.

Their gazes locked as Cassian leaned down, brushing his lips against hers.

She melted.

Urgency overtook Cassian as he realised she was pliant in his hands. He needed her underneath him, around him, all over him. He needed it like a flame needs oxygen, like a bird needs to fly.

He deepened the kiss as Nesta’s hands slid into his hair.

Gripping tight, a spark of pain.

That was all Cassian needed to deepen the kiss, pushing her, so she lay back on the soft earth of the shore.

Her fingers grappled with his leathers. He felt her desperation as she struggled to touch his skin and he understood that need to be close. That need to feel her against every part of him, to know they are with each other and will never leave each other again.

The thought had him ripping her clothes from her as she finally managed to tug his leathers from his arms. He kissed her neck and the fabric slid over his sensitive wings. His cock jumped in his pants. Nesta ground her hips against him and he almost bowed to the touch. He could feel her heat through the layer of leather that separated them.

Cassian kissed under her jaw, down her neck till he reached the spot where it met her shoulder. He scraped his teeth, nipping slightly and felt Nesta’s nipples pebble against his own bare chest.

He groaned, nipped harder and Nesta arched beneath him, fingers grappling with the stays at his pants that now strained against him. Those damn fingers.

Nesta palmed him through his pants and he thrust into her hand, she moaned, the sound vibrating through him, straight to where her damn fingers tightened around the shape of him.

He stroked a finger down her navel, almost to where he could feel her heat radiating, then back upwards, to those gorgeous breasts.

That’s when Nesta grabbed his hand with hers and cupped herself, pressing down on his hand.

Cassian almost came immediately.

It was only the promise of sinking into that heat that allowed him to fight off the wall of release that neared as Nesta removed his pants and he kicked them away.

Completely bare before her she reached down to stroke him just as he sunk two fingers into her liquid heat.

She was soaked.

“Fuck Nes,” Cassian choked out, curling those fingers. “Do you know what it does to me? What this does to me?”

He motioned to wear he had removed his fingers from her, rubbing them together as if savouring the feeling of her arousal.

“Only for you,” she gasped out, as he sank those fingers back into her. “I’m only ever wet for you.”

Cassian groaned and reclaimed her mouth, then. Driving deep, tongue moving in strokes, laying claim to her mouth, ensuring she could never kiss another again. She would never want to, this man had ruined all other boys for her.

He groaned again as his cock lined up with her entrance, slipping in the liquid gathered there. He gripped himself and pulled back. Nesta arched up again, trying to find his lips but he pulled back further.

“I want to watch you,” his voice was a hoarse, almost a groan, “I want to look into your eyes as I fill you.”

And then he was entering her, slowly until about halfway, then he seemed to loose control and slam into her. His grip on her hips was bruising and she lived off the pain, knowing it made her feel alive.

He made her feel alive.

Hazel eyes stayed locked with blue-grey as Cassian began thrusting in earnest.

Nesta wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved deeper and harder and faster. Release built quickly in her and she might have been groaning or screaming or something in between because it was all too intense. Cassian marvelled at her, loosing himself, unable to feel anything but how tight and slick and perfect she felt around him, squeezing him with those inner muscles.

That’s when he felt it.

A gentle stroke against the inner membrane of his right wing that almost had him loosing it right there. He stilled trying his hardest not to explode inside of her.

She tightened around him, wriggling trying to get him to move, and he hissed. It was too intense what this female did to him.

Nesta stroked him again, harder this time and he gave in. Slamming in to the hilt, hard enough that they might have cracked the bedrock beneath them, but neither noticed. Nesta dangled from on the precipice of pure pleasure as Cassian plowed into her. He reached down and flicked that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and she toppled over the edge.

Legs shaking, mind reeling in the midst of her orgasm she reached out and dragged a nail down the inside ridge and his wing and he exploded. Roaring he rucked into her, panting her name and he spurted, desperate to release as far inside her as possible.

His deep thrusts hit that exquisite spot inside Nesta and she screamed, pleasure tearing through her again as Cassian still moved in her, thick and hot and heavy.

She craved his steady weight atop her. The shadow of his wings blocking the cruel world from view as they twitched with the final spurts of his pleasure.

Cassian was reeling. Left in pure paradise, deep inside Nesta. Where she gripped him so delicately but with all the force he hadn’t trained into her. The force that she was born with. The strength that allowed her to steal from the very cauldron. The strength he knew would see her through this dark journey.

He would be with her every step of the way he realised, as he slid out of her. He looked down at her prone body, that still trembled with the aftershocks of his actions. He would never leave her side again, he couldn’t. Not when she was so perfect and so blind to her own worth.

With her eyes closed she looked peaceful, resting. So Cassian tucked her into his side, chin resting on her head, mind at ease.

“Cassian I-“

He kissed the top of her head, “I know, Nesta, I know”

Minutes or hours later Nesta moved out from under his arm. He almost growled at the loss of her heat.

Cassian noted with some male pride that her legs shook as she rose. She reached over him and every thought eddied from his mind as she gripped his sword.

She stood, back straight, naked in the moonlight.

She found first position with her legs spread, their release glistening down her thighs, her hands firm on his blade.

He hardened again immediately.

And as she started moving going through positions Cassian was helpless. He reached down gripping himself as he watched her.

She swept into first position.

Pump.

A block came next, executed perfectly and he shuddered, gripping himself tighter.

His wings rustled behind him as he sat up, better to observe her.

She swept into the next position, moonlight glinting off his seed as it dripped down her thighs. He bucked his hips.

Nesta moved into the fourth thrust, gutting an invisible enemy and Cassian panted.

Fifth position jabbed at an enemy.

Pump

Sixth dragged a foe to the ground and Cassian stopped breathing at the intensity in her eyes.

He knew she was aware of him but her focus remained on the blade in her hand.

She adjusted her grip for the seventh position and he groaned, fucking his own hand faster.

Nesta moved into the final position of the star and Cassian reached his other hand to grip his balls.

As Nesta moved back to centre and finally looked at Cassian, he launched at her, needing to be inside her again.

He plunged in and roared at the pure pleasure resonating from every cell in his body. She writhed beneath him and he pinned her hips to the ground. He was so close, chasing that final release and he could feel Nesta, tightening, racing right beside him.

He was determined to get her there.

“Do you understand Nes,” she fluttered around him and he gritted his teeth, “Do you understand what it does to me, seeing you wielding my blade, covered in my release?”

He twisted his hips, ensuring he stroked that bundle of nerves with each thrust. She was screaming and he had never heard a more beautiful sound.

“Can you comprehend just how much you fucking turn me on?”

She gasped, the breathy moan sweeter than honey.

“Come, Nesta”

She did, and she was glorious. Arching off the ground, channel tightening so much he had to fight to get through.

His balls tightened and he climaxed to his name on her lips. Her cries were the only reason he even remembered his name as he shuddered within her.

Mother knows he couldn’t remember anything else, didn’t care about anything but her, his Valkyrie, his Nesta.

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[talkfantasytome]

Sooo….I kinda feel like everyone loves Azriel simply because we don’t really know him…. Like, his backstory is super interesting, and he has that whole “tall,dark and mysterious” thing going on, but I feel like the fandom loves the version they’ve created of him. Which is fine, but I think we have to acknowledge that SJM is kinda good at ruining her characters. *cough* Rhysand *cough* Feyre *cough* Tamlin….and I could go on. I fear that if we get a book where Azriel is a main, everyone will be disappointed.

That is a totally fair and valid fear!

I do agree that's probably a reason why people love him. The other reason is because Az is your standard "sad boi", and A LOT of people, especially readers, seem to love a good sad boi. Or, at least, a lot of readers in my life do. 👀 Personally, I don't. I fell in love with Cassian basically the moment we met him and have never faltered - that's my type. I've posted about it, but my three biggest SJM world crushes are Cassian, Connor Holstrom, and Aedion Ashryver (don't get me wrong, I do looooove Rowan, but Aedion was the one that just had me like 'awwww 😍😊'). So, like, yeah...and while, yes, there's obvs a physical aspect to that, in reading, that's not what makes you fall in love. And those three definitely also have very similar vibes, especially Cassian and Aedion, who can both have some comic relief aspect, and are happier bois.

Anyway, enough about me, the point is that a lot of people seem drawn to the sad boi type, too, whether they can help it or not. And hey, we all have our trauma that makes us like what we like, so def. no judgment from me on that.

As for being afraid she'll ruin his character, I get where you're coming from. Especially after reading the Bonus chapter because, I'll admit, I was disappointed in what we saw from Az in his mind.

That being said, SJM loves Az, so at least, if she does ruin him, it won't be purposeful, similarly to Rhys. But, I also think that she has a lot of room to help him grow. SJM, in my opinion, hasn't ruined characters when they were the main. I mean, for the first three books Feyre was really the only MC, with a bit of Rhys POV at times, and we loved Rhys so much! And some of us loved Feyre...I was iffy on her at times, cause she's always been just a bit too perfect, but I def. never hated her, and I often did like her.

However, I know a number of people that hated Nesta before ACOSF, and after it were like "shit, this badass is queeeeen". Which, yes, accurate, how dare you not figure it out sooner. 👀 And while Cassian could have had more development, and been a bit better, I didn't feel like he got ruined in ACOSF either. Even with his flaws, I still ended up loving him more. I need a man like that...one that'll wait for me and fight for me, like, ughhhh...seriously, can I have one??

But, yeah, SJM didn't really ruin Rhys until ACOSF, and we finally saw him through eyes that didn't have a "Rhys is the best" filter. It probably also didn't help that we fell in love with Nesta and so many of us relate to her in one way or another. But, we also have to remember that there are people out there who still don't like Nesta, and they don't feel Rhys was ruined. It's okay to be wrong sometimes. My point with that is that, in the end, it'll be as much about ourselves, what we related to and how we see those actions. Me, I saw a male who couldn't be sympathetic to a struggling female, and held her to a double standard and couldn't forgive her for the things she did years ago when she was basically a child, and nothing she could do would be enough. Not even literally save his brother's life. And yet, he'd forgive the other sister even though she did less than Nesta did when they were humans, isn't the one who attempted to get Feyre back from the Fae lands (I mean, seriously, does no one in the book remember that Nesta traveled to the f*ing wall as a human to try and get Feyre back?!), and did very little during the war. Not trying to insult E\ain, just pointing out what happened and how Rhys is holding a double standard, forgiving one sister solely because she's "nice" and hating the other, most likely because Nesta was representing on the outside what everyone else was feeling on the inside. And, Rhys is your typical WASP - you hide those emotions, you do not show flaws in public, outside your home everything is fine, repress repress repress.

Okay, sorry, Rhys rant over, and if anyone was ever curious where I stood on Rhys (and hadn't seen other posts where I def. brought it up), now you know. I'm not sorry. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So, while I understand the fear, and that feeling is totally valid, I'll say I'm not super concerned. Because SJM is good at putting us in the perspective of who she's writing from, and that will hopefully help us long-term in his book, even if maybe at the beginning it's rough cause Az hates himself.

My biggest fear is definitely more that we'll be disappointed because we all like Az (or love for some) and many of us are likely building up this potential story in our heads a lot - kinda like what you said about the fandom making our own Az. Or reading fics doing the same. I won't deny, that's probably my biggest fear. It's not that she'll ruin Az, but just that she'll do things differently, and I may be a bit disappointed...esp. if she doesn't make Gwyn the dom. 👀 After reading a fic with femdom Gwyn (not super BDSM, just, like, she's the dom in the relationship), I can't not want that...so, like, SJM, plz. I know it's probs not gonna happen, she writes relationships where the guy is the top, BUT IT COULD!

And, if it doesn't, then she better f*ing make E\ain the dom to Lucien's sub...I'm sorry, but considering her personality outside of the bedroom, it's just so right, and we need a femdom relationship in her world.

So, yeah. I get your fear. It's fair. The fanon version of Az does exist, for sure. I think canon Az is likely going to be darker, for sure, at least at the beginning, which is going to be difficult but really put us on a true journey. But, in the end, it also might be something we have to check ourselves on, because it wouldn't be fair to SJM for us to be disappointed because we created something we love with her character, and then she showed us that the character she created is different.

I understand, I feel you. But don't worry too much. <3 I will just leave you with a little nugget from the true nugget, Newt Scamander:

[the-fourth-knower]

Diary of a lost doe, part 1

A short fic where my character Annabelle writes in diaries

Fresh off losing her parents, Annabelle Flaches must contend with trying to fend for herself and her baby sister Angelica. And with Angelica talking to a mysterious green orb when she thinks Annabelle isn’t watching, things are only at the tip of the iceberg.

This is for me and Aquillis’s “half and half” AU, our ‘main’ AU. not to be confused with Aqui’s pack universe which is her underground re-write.

Due to the length I'm splitting this into two parts. This is part 1, part 2 is here!

Diary Enry 1, Day I dunno.

Okay here it is. First diary entry I guess. Gotta keep it brief, writing instruements are hard.

Been a few months since that day. We’re doing fine. Angie started another garden. Moved to a new spot.

Got some new things for the house. Old car door and a tire. Not sure what I’ll do with the tire gonna use the door as part of wall.

Finished roof this morning. Good thing 2, might rain.

Angie still sleps bad if not next to me. Writing while she’s curled up. Wasn’t for scars on ear and having to sleep in same clothes she’d look like we’re still home.

Gotta sleep now.

Diary Entry 2

Maybe got a job. Illegal probs but $ is $

Angelica talked more today. Good sign? Maybe she relapses back into not talking but progress.

I never thought i’d miss her annoying stupid “hey lets go explore a cave and not tell anyone bout what we’ll do” self. Never thought about losing mum and pa ei

Shit crying. Bye.

Diary entry 3

Diary didn’t get too wet yesterday.Don’t think bout mom and pa it ends badly.

I can’t afford to break down even if Angie’s sleeping

If I break down then Angie will get upset

I won’t put her through it

I won’t

…

Diary entry 54

Had to leave town but am 600 $ richer

Angie’s quiet again. But she didn’t complain bout us leavin

gonna go for a city maybe. more risk but more money and places to live.

Jadetown’s the city. Dunno too much bout it but mum liked it.

Should get there in maybe a cuple weeks or so

Angie’s sound asleep. No kicking or anything so that’s good

Hope the city’s okay. Angie hates crowds.

Need somewhere with not a lot of crowds to live at

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Diary Entry 63

Been a hot second. Settling in Jadetown’s pretty hard.

Find a quiet spot in the slums. Pretty shitty now, but the two of us can make it work

Angie still isn’t talking, but she kept close to me while we made our way through the crowds. She seemed fine as long as she held my hand

Lost her a couple times, but not for long. She seemed upset bout it.

Sorry Angie.

I’ll do better. I promise.

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Diary Entry 169 (it’s the morning but fuck it)

The nightmare happened again.

Angelica having her ear scared by those monsters. mum and pa being taken away in exchange for us being set loose

Only it loops around and around before it’s just cries and blood and knives and screams and crying and they’re all surrounding me judging me for just failing everyone because you’re a fucking failure

Haven’t had it a while. Don’t upset yourself, Angie needs you.

Diary entry 169? Night

Angelica almost killed some street thugs.

we caught some dumbass looking punks bullying some sort of chao. I think it’s a chao

I ran up to one like an idiot and gout in their face to know what they’re doin, and the things went dark. I got knocked out on my ass, apparenlty the big brute that led them butted me in the head. Asshole didn’t even let me get ready

I came to to Angie trying to shake me awake. When I looked around the punks were gone, there were plant vines all over, and the other kids that had gathered were a mix of crapped their pants and mouths on the floor

I asked angie bout it and she just said she took care of them and that the punks had run off

What the hell did she do? Usually I’m the one saving her? But she was having none of it today.

Oh the chao’s fine, weirdass chao though. Never seen chao that just cause flowers to grow around them or in their footsteps.

Made 30 $

Rib’s hurting and headache, Angie fast asleep. Time for bed.

Diary Entry 170

Chao’s bak.

Visited Angie’s garden for a while watchin me watchin it. It waved and left right around Angie gettin up.

Showed up again when we got back home. Angie hasn’t seen it yet. Good thing, she wanted to bring it with us. We can’t afford three mouths.

I don’t like it. We save its ass and now its stalking us.

Made nothin.

Ribs hurt less. Still a bitch.

Diary entry 171

Angie’s found the “chao”

She talked to it all morning when she thought i was napping. Couldn’t sleep, too afraid of bad dreams.

It doesn’t make chao sounds. Or it does but really weird ones.

Then it turned a green light ball for a bit and back into a chao

Angie liked that.

I don’t trust it. Even less.

Need to watch it.

Angie’s relaxed.

Made 5$.

Diary Entry 172 morn

Nightmare again

Diary Entry 172 night

Angie got excited, claimed that she “found Trevor”

he lived near us back in our old home

Had to tell her no, every red mouse we see is not Trevor.

She says that Trevor and his family were gonna move here, pretty inistent too.

Man she gets caught up on the smallest things

Made 20$

Diary Entry 173

Chao returned while i was working. Left Angie on her own

Shes seemed like she was having a fun time being able to talk with someone

She’s not made friends much. Maybe i’m being too hard on the ‘chao’

Still gotta watch it. It could be manipulating her

Haven’t told her I know bout the chao yet.

Should i?

Not now. Angelica is sleeping.

Made 5$

Diary Entry 174

‘Trevor’ spotting 2. Angie wanted to go bug the person. So we went and sure enough as we got closer Angie changed her mind. It was a rat, not a mouse she said.

How can she tell the difference?

No Angie and chao visit. Unless it was while i slept in. but why would she be secretive bout it?

Saw the punk bitch again today. Looked like he crapped his pants when he saw Angie and she glared at him. That’s my sister.

Made 60$

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Diary Entry 364

Got a new diary. Last entry for this one. Things going well. Got a good thing going for myself.

Angie found a new plant today, and now she’s got it in her garden.

Loved the look on her face when I got it for her.

Made 50$

Angelica’s chatted with the Chao again. Sort of like, is her guardian I think. Or is that its name

Guess good bye diary 1. Really weird to do but it feels right.

Angie’s sleeping well enough on her own. She mumbles but that seems it.

Do I do a good job keeping her safe

Diary 2 Entry 1

Managed to find a new diary. Keeping the old one just cause, and because I have the storage. For a couple of street bum does, we’ve got a decent enough house going. Been able to put it together from bits and bobs lying around, Angie even threw in her hat and added her own touches.

Looks ugly as hell with the plants holding things together and it’s all a mish mash of junk and crap I found, but it’s our mishmash of junk and crap.

Also saved up enough and am making enough to afford more than one pen and even some pencils. So I can write more often. Just felt like writing

Angie’s started to get more vocal again. I think she’s catching onto the fact the way I’ve been making money is less than honest a lot of the time.

I’m not going to sell myself for it though. I’m not degrading myself with that and nayone who fucking tries is going to a hospital.

And if any of those freaks dare go near Angie there won’t be enough left for a morgue to pick up.

Oh, and the chao’s still around. I can feel it. Angelica loves it, I think. I don’t trust it entirely, yet. But, it hasn't been a danger for the past months. So I think it’s actually a good thing.. Angie calls it Guardian. Maybe it's our own Guardian Angel.

Made 65$ today.

Good journal entry me. You got talkative. Writative? Whatever.

...

Diary 2 Entry 23

Got into a fight today, that was fun. The punks from when I helped save Guardian decided to jump me when Angelica was at the house. Guess they figured they could jump me without little sis to back me up. Too bad for them, when I don’t get suckered I’m damn good at defending myself. Sent them packing. Got a bit bruised. Why is it always the ribs with those guys.

Admittedly. I didn’t have to beat the crap out of them. But talk shit get hit, I say. They shouldn’t have been trash talking me when I was walking by.

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Angelica was upset when I got back. Should’ve expected that, really. Don’t know why I didn’t think she would notice me being hurt, she’s got a sixth sense for that sort of thing. Always has. Kinda weird.

But, she did try and heal me a bit. Somehow, she’s gotten better at it -Ever since she's met Guardian, she’s gotten more control over that healing ability she has. I just need to make sure she doesn’t overdo herself again.

I don’t know anything much bout healing magic or whatever it is, but I don’t think what Angie has is normal. I think she uses herself for it. Whatever healing she tries to do just eats away at her. And whatever it was was enough to frighten Pa to move us in the first place

-

I think part of me might blame ANgie for it. For getting us out of the safety of where we lived near Agateton and moving.

But if we didn’t move would we really have been safe still. And it wasn’t Angie’s fault she did what she did, it was Pa who pushed for it and Mum who went with it.

So do I blame them? I don’t want to. The monsters that took them and hurt Angie are the ones to blame.

But they wouldn’t have found us if we didn’t move near that forest. But Mum and Pa couldn’t have seen it coming.

Ugh. brain hurts. Fuck this mind screw bullshite

Spent 123.54$ today. Groceries and supplies. Tampons are stupid expensive but I want to have a decent supply for when we need them. Also some food.

Made 13$. Gonna need to work more to recoup.

No idea if Angie talked with Guardian. She still thinks I don’t know anythin bout it.

At least, I think she doesn’t. She gets defensive and acts like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

I wonder why she does that. Wonder if it’s tied with how I react to her saying she’s found Trevor for the umpteenth time.

Maybe I should press her bout it. But I don’t want to get her worked up over nothin.

Okay that’s enough, my mind’s getting wandering now and I stay up if I do that.

...

Diary 2 Entry 54

Someone showed up with a bunch of robots earlier. Cause quite the commotion, sent people running, the usual.

Apparently he set up shop in the rich quarter and is causing all sorts of troubles. People have been coming to and fro a lot the past few days.

Angie got worried over explosions. Had to calm her down, explain that whatever it was probably wasn’t coming here. She asked me bout the people there and if they needed help - told her that someone would take care of the rich fops. That’s what they do after all. Who gives a shit about two practically orphaned kids.

Not sure if she bought it. Gotta keep an eye on her. Might need to pull an all nighter.

And we don’t have any energy drinks or coffee. I could go grab one, no one is gonna give a shit if I do, not in this current environment.

Gotta stop for now. Gotta focus on Angie not some stupid book.

Entry 55

Angie’s missin

[worldsover]

No More Drowning ft. Olivia Hye

length ✦ 7138

genres ✧ drunk hookup; outercourse; roommate!Olivia

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Perspiration deluges your white Taekwondo uniform. You make it fit loose so that it doesn’t stick to your skin. A refreshing breeze now annoys you as it whistles through your damn window that never sealed completely shut. At least you didn't need to turn on a fan today.

“Hey Captain,” you greet the commander of none. Hyejoo lies on a small blue couch, the only pristine spot in the living room. Her outfit suggests that there would be the usual cool air expected of the season but the fall is humid and stuck in the climate of a couple months past. It’s incredible that there is not a bead of sweat formed on her face. You study her and somehow she’s handsome in your eyes which is probably not a word others would use to describe the stunning woman reclining with her feet up.

“Wassup,” she says.

“You gonna-”

“Clean up?  Yeah, yeah, lemme finish this round.”

Her face is welded to her screen though her eyes dart around maybe holding a hint of remorse at the clothes that litter the cramped living space and the dishes in the sink.

“I’m not an impostor! Ahhh!” Hyejoo shouts into the screen. Certainly none of her actions follow through on that guilt.

“How'd this even happen? You got pyjamas on the floor, shirts on the chairs. You a camgirl or something?"

"I'm a camgirl? I can see your tits dude.” Cover your pectoral cleavage in faux shame. ”Yo, I swear I just saw green-"

"And all these energy drinks? Come on Hyejoo, no way your heart lasts more than a year.”

“Wow, meanie.”

You look at your watch. “It’s like 9:40.”

“Shit, right, the marketing test.” Hyejoo’s fingers show no pretense that she’ll stop playing. She definitely didn't see your disapproving face. “Oh relax, I still got time,” she says anyway.

Finally, she looks up at you and her brows crease. “What?” you ask.

"You look good today."

Your heart floats just a little. You always appreciate the little compliments she gives. They were just ones that friends, good friends, would say but you’ll take anything to keep you going. Well, it’s enough to get you to clean up for her again.

“It’s gonna be a long shower by the way.” She giggles and you step over empty cans and bottles when you walk to the bathroom.

“No prob, I’m heading out soon,” Hyejoo says.

“Sure you are.”

Her exaggerated yawn seems not so exaggerated by how she stretches her entire being before putting her phone away.

“Oh, soon means now. How long’s it going to take?” you say.

She shrugs her shoulders. “One, two? I dunno.”

In a rush to get all her supplies in her bag, a series of metallic clangs sound out when finished beverages fall over like dominoes.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry about that, I really am. I can buy you lunch if you want something?” Hyejoo starts picking up a few of them to set aside in the corner and you help her.

“Nah, I’ll still be in the shower by then.”

Hyejoo scoffs. “If I'm addicted to caffeine, you're addicted to water. A sandwich sound good?”

“Yeah sure. I got a lot on my mind, Captain.”

“That include me?” A dismissive puff of air exits your lips. No, no way. She walks up to smell your uniform. Your acute awareness of her distance or lack thereof causes you to ignore her pupils' subtle drift downwards.

“You’re a weirdo, you know that?”

"Get to your shower stinky."

You wave Hyejoo off then enter the bathroom. The scurry of little steps and a slam from the front door echo the whole apartment. Never any privacy in here. These sounds give way to the jet engine of your shower with its pressure betraying the bargain rate of your rent. Soap washes away your muscles' ache and the sun’s beating on your skin. It's been unusually warm since the leaves turned brown. Water builds up in the tub.

Something's not adding up. There it is again. That plunging in your heart. Sparring always helps a bit after your early morning manual labor carrying bags of sand. However, it does not stop the resurfacing of your every mistake as there's nothing but your mind in the shower. You don't have a plan and your future is void because money and work hours kill you as much as school. You're not even getting all the wages you earn and there's nothing you can do about it. Past choices bubble up in that unkind way. The cup fills and clear blue liquid engulfs you.

Lift yourself out the tub to catch a breath that you don't deserve. Deliberate respirations do nothing to slow down your heart rate. The only thing that can is a captain. You could wander the ocean on a raft with her alone but you have no idea if she felt even close to the same. Maybe she's just the most important friend you've ever had. Light from the small window hits the tiled floor. Unplug the drain. Right, you left your clothes in your room so wrap yourself with a green towel you find hanging from the doorknob.

Shit! There's not a mouse in sight but you shriek like there is one when Hyejoo materializes in the confined kitchen. Hyejoo expresses no surprise herself as she sits cross legged on the miniature wooden dining table playing yet another mobile game. Laundry baskets and garbage bags hold all the previous mess. Your surprise at her appearance transforms into surprise for her proactiveness. You want to give her thanks but no words escape your lips.

"You gonna put on some clothes? Perv. That’s my towel too."

Your hands push off invisible blame. The hands of the wall clock reads five minutes before noon. "Woah, woah, wait a sec. What happened to the midterm?"

"Walked out in the middle of it. Couldn’t deal. Dropped."

"Wait, what about the refund?"

"Sunk cost dude.” Hyejoo sniffs a wide white shirt hanging from a chair next to her. “This yours or mine? Ehh, it's clean either way."

You catch the shirt and smell it. A little vanilla. It's hers. “Thanks Captain.”

“Even sniffing it? Really a perv.” You almost forget a single piece of fabric separates full exposure of your genitals but the realization makes you blush anyway.

“Nah, you smelled it first and. Whoever smelt it, dealt it.”

“That’s not what that saying means.” Hyejoo gets up from her awkward seat.

Incredible how many new ways she can throw you off like when she bumps into you with her eyes are still on her phone. Hyejoo's clumsiness will be your death as the towel slips down and hangs solely from your half erect dick. Cool, you're just a clothing rack now. She turns you around with one hand and snatches the large shirt with the other. Your bare moon is in full view.

"You gonna put this on or just stand there?" she says with no qualms about the absurd sight of your newly cleansed rear. You scramble to wrap the towel tightly around you to tame your erection but there's no way she hasn't noticed by now.

"Y- yep, I, I will do that, for sure." Turn back around and take the shirt to put it on carefully. It’d be oversized for her but it fits you snug. Your ears must have joined your cheek’s redness because your nipples poke through the thin white fabric.

Hyejoo takes a single glance away from her screen at your makeshift towel skirt and laughs. "Actually, you look cute like that. Just keep the towel on, it's less to clean."

Wide-eyed, you say, "What if ahjumma barges in?"

"What if? Whatever, no fun." She sticks her tongue out then gets comfortable on the couch while her diligent and nimble fingers peck at the screen.

Return to the restroom and deal with your erection before it becomes a problem. You’ve seen hints of her comely body before and it helps you undress her layered attire in your imagination. Instead of the black button-up long sleeve and track pants she wore just moments ago, you picture a crop top, her hair tied up and white panties, and it's that latter image that affixes to your mind. On a particularly balmy day, Hyejoo wore only her underwear because she had nothing else to do but game and it hasn't stopped plaguing your fantasies ever since. Your hands are Hyejoo’s, soft and loving just for a moment.

"You taking another shower in there or what?" Hyejoo shouts, “I’d definitely hear from here!”

Reality smacks you in the face. She had no fear of you, no worry that you’d take advantage of her. Were you even a man? Stop your jerking and get up. 

Open the bathroom door absentmindedly and thump. It smacks her head. You don’t even think about why she was standing right next to the door, instead sweeping aside her hair from her face. Red doesn’t come from where you hit her.

Simultaneously, you and Hyejoo say, “You okay?”

“Um, I’m, look-”

Her blush grows but she interrupts your blabbering, “I didn’t hear you respond and thought you, uh, died in there or something.”

Nearly reached la petite mort if that counted but instead you say, “No, I just. Had a lot to consider.”

“Sure.” You’ve never seen her this flustered since it’s enough for her to scurry back to her room. Hopefully things wouldn’t be too awkward.

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“I fucking hate you!” Hyejoo yells.

“Oh yeah? Same!” you retort, probably too loud.

Her tone goes down. “Were those the lines?”

“Ehh, as long as we get the gist of the argument down.”

Hyejoo and you stand on the stairway up to your rooftop apartment in your rehearsed spots. She looks a little confused on how to start what she wants to start but you poke at her when you see the landlady walking towards the stairs.

“Chill out!” she yelps.

“Chill out, you’re telling me to chill out?"

"Seriously, oppa," that's about as strained as a human can say a word, "You’re such a slob!”

“Shut up, look at me straight in the eyes and tell me you’re not just as bad,” you say, trying not to laugh but Hyejoo’s punch knocks the wind out of you. Your pain is only half acting. Her sympathetic look does nothing to soothe you.

"Ya!" The elderly woman interrupts and forces you two apart. “That’s enough! I get you’re cousins but even I don’t fight this badly with my family.”

Hyejoo whips her pupils towards you as though to ask the same question you had, if you sold the illusion too hard.

“I get that living with your kin is tough but at the very least, no murders on my property. Not until one of you graduates.” The old lady squints and turns to each of you saying, “Promise me. No hitting. Not in my sight.”

You nod then Hyejoo’s sigh becomes an assenting nod when the landlady smacks her wrist nearly black and blue. Satisfied at her hard work reconciling family matters, she walks back down her stairs to do her usual wandering around the neighborhood. Hyejoo and you take a second to stretch and relax.

“Ha. Do as I say, not as I do,” Hyejoo says as you both sit on the concrete steps.

You caress your tender rib. “Or don't do at all. Ow. You wanna be a Youtuber? They do boxing and gaming, and you'd kill doing both." Hyejoo's laugh is rich and all that it takes for you to forgive her. You exhale. "Hopefully that gets her off our backs for a while.”

“How do you even manage Taekwondo? You’re so fragile and-" Her sentence is interrupted when she looks at your built arms.

"No way they hit as hard as you, Captain." You miss her carnal look when you close your eyes and think about the nickname that you aimlessly threw out one day.

She stands up. Your eyes violently spread open at her “Kya!” Hyejoo’s fighting stance and shouts masquerading kihaps are totally off. As much as Hyejoo could kill you, a Taekwondo fighter since your childhood, she could also be incredibly cute too.

You tsk. "All that power and no technique."

Hyejoo sits back down none the more ashamed and scratches her head. "You think it would’ve been easier if we came clean?”

“Ahjumma could never allow two strangers to live co-ed. No way. I’m still surprised you came up with that so quickly.”

“It just came out so naturally, oppa!” she says in a deriding high pitch. “Yeah right I ever call you that again.”

Ring ring. You answer the call and Hyejoo's quizzical stare turns concerned at your breathlessness from the words that drill into your ear. They slam, they crash and their volume could break your eardrums even though they’re said as calmly as possible. The hole in your raft grows bigger and leaks more so even when you reach the abandoned shore, you're marooned.

"Fuck, fuck, god."

Sprint for the next bus. Pay no heed to the girl chasing you. Dammit, this can't be happening. Every problem gets fucking magnified because you can't have anything good and if you did, never could it last for more than a goddamn millisecond. You embark on the most anxious ride of your life even though you already know exactly what's going to happen. Transfer buses. The skyscrapers hover over you and gloat about how you’ll never enter their doors. Asphalt and glass swelter you when they reflect radiation down the sky. Your skin hurts. You get off the bus and arrive at the headquarters of the construction company. At the front of the building stands your boss.

Slap. "Did you not get the message? Were you under a tunnel?"

You get on your knees and bow. "Sir, I'm sorry."

"No one else is going to hire a goddamn delinquent like you."

"Please. I thought you understood." You nearly prostrate yourself

"I have no idea what you're talking about. There's a lot of assault on your record."

You stop yourself from blurting out that you fucking know. Defending yourself from bullies is assault? He already knew this was bullshit since that's why he hired you in the first place but now he's backtracking like a rat. 

"I'll do anything to work here." He shakes his head while you hold back a tear. "Please. Just. Just tell me why?"

"You got greedy."

"Greedy?" You raise your head and then your tone. "Getting paid for the work that I do is greed?"

"You're on your knees and wanna talk back? Get out."

Bang. A closing door. Your head slumps back down and not a single person on the bus would misunderstand your emotions. You take the longest way home, unsure if you even deserve to go back. Any time, you could give up.  Ponder your choices. Never going to get a job again. Never going to school. Never will have a chance to learn or a chance to improve. Never going to have money and never will have a place to live. Never going to see Hyejoo again. You have to give up.

One missed phone call from your polar opposite. She can do so much better. The longest way home turns longer when it goes straight to the sea as you decide to live life as a fisherman with your uncles. You were always invited. You wasted your time in the city. There's no stress here.

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There's no happiness either. Weeks passed even though only days passed. That’s life on the water. Everything spins. Fortunately, you manage to keep your stomach in not wanting to inconvenience the bus driver, the only other person in the vehicle. 

You look at your watch as you near Hyejoo's home. She must be asleep by now but you carry each foot heavily when you walk up the steps anyway. Apologies, excuses and petitions that you wrote in your head blank away when you open the door when you see a woman asleep on the couch with earbuds on. Her unconscious head bounces to a slow rhythm. Your lungs fail your mouth's movements to form words because of all that creamy skin covered only by a green towel that creates an outline of her captivating curves. Hyejoo's legs beg to be licked and her collarbones direct your gaze to the bulging flesh poking from the top of the towel with her nipples an inch from your sight. Any other day and you’d ravage her on the spot. Stupid brain tells you to leave and stupid you follows.

You're outside when you hear Hyejoo say, "Hey! Motherfucker, where'd you go you son of a bitch?"

She steps out with no regard to her state of dress and you spin around watching for any witness. You notice her hold back when she hits you but her consecutive punches send a message anyway as each strike punctuates her words, "What, makes you think, you can worry me, like that?"

"Woah, you should. You should get back inside your house," your voice breaks and you back away.

"Hold on now, you're really about to go? Like this?" Hyejoo says.

"You. You look busy. I have to go."

"I'm sorry, I was just messing around with you. Come on, you're really telling me-" She notices your tumultuous expression and sighs. “Fuck it, we'll worry about it tomorrow. First of all, come in. With me. Into our home.”

You follow her into her apartment. She quickly returns from her room in a simple white tee and red gym shorts revealing the supple shape of her ass.

“I'm not gonna ask, okay? Tell you what. When you have a problem, the only answer is late night soju, beer and?” she says.

“Chicken, it’s gotta be. Come on, I see the bones right there.” You point to the countertop dishes. “I’m surprised this place isn’t messier."

"I can handle myself, thank you very much. And that. That was leftover, dry, sober chicken. We're going to munch down on that good crispy skin and we're doing it goddamn wasted." You can't help but match her smile, more radiant and genuine than yours.

Hyejoo pulls out all the alcohol from the small fridge while you call for delivery before both of you step outside the home. It’s night but the heat would make you believe the moon disguises the sun with how it shines on the green roof. What a weird fall. Only the trees remind you of the season. A short plastic table as the only furniture easily moved outside means that you’d have to sit close together on the floor, not that you minded.

Her silence confuses you but she becomes her usual self after you both down glasses of mixed beer and soju and especially after she sees the delivery man bringing an absurd amount of plastic bags for two people.

“Let’s. Go!” she shouts sloppily.

The poor worker looks at you so you give him a knowing nod and point to the beer and soju cans strewn about. His thumbs up as he walks away beguiles you. You look at Hyejoo and realize all the cleavage she’s showing with the shirt she chose. It's as revealing as the towel she wore earlier. Did she not put on a bra? Stand up quickly and search for the guy but his motorcycle revs and he’s already out of sight. That fucker probably saw something he shouldn’t have. You’re never gonna order from that chicken spot again. You bite angrily into the spicy crispy wing. Alright, maybe you just won’t order at this hour or whenever that dude works. Hyejoo chows down with drumsticks on each hand and it’s clear she’s responsible for a majority of the finished carcasses. The stains on her shirt would not make her look any less goddamn cute.

“Cheers!” Glasses clink. How many drinks, how many, burp, were you down? She burps too, you burp together. It’s funny. There was a lot of conversation but it slips you.

"I said I wouldn't talk about it, but Doyun and Michael, worried sick. They came here, everything.” Hyejoo garbles her words.

"Just ‘cause I don't show up to the club for a few days?"

"I'm telling you, a lot of people care. For you. I know I do."

It’s been a while since you started your little escape. All the food’s gone. You’re more sober now. You swear. The nighttime is so comfortable that Hyejoo brings out her blanket to lay on, along with a spoon and a watermelon.

"You're gonna have to wash this later," you say.

“Alright fine. Don't. Don’t rest yourself besides a pretty lady.“ Stab. ”On a perfect starry night.” Stab. “And don’t have some of this delicious watermelon."

One more stab at the watermelon she splits it open. Her devilish look suggests she might do the same to your rib cage if you don’t acquiesce. Lie down next to Hyejoo on the flimsy layer of cloth. You share pieces of the fruit and notice water spilling down her mouth. Definitely sober by now. She’s maybe half a meter away.

"Starry's a strong word to use.”  You twirl your finger at the scarce lights in the black backdrop. “Lady too with the way you eat-" She playfully covers your mouth and flicks your forehead.

You don't know when your laughter and banter slow down, or when you start inching closer to her. It doesn't matter.

“Fishing is boring. They make it look all dramatic on shows and you’re just waiting. The night sky’s much clearer though.”

“You gotta. When you do something like that, gotta lemme join in at least.”

“You’re really fine on going on a trip with a man, alone, faraway on the sea?”

“If it’s you.”

“I don’t count, not much of a man at all. I just run away from shit and-”

"Shhh,” she shushes you loudly. “You can count on me.” Hyejoo says and you don’t let her voice project into empty space.

“I will.” It sounds a little forced from you.

“You will,“ she sounds so sure of herself, ”you’ll be okay.”

Your head lays in her neck. A finger in a cup, breaking surface tension so a drop escapes past the rim. You have no outdated sentiments on displaying emotion but you held back often pretending your tenacity was as strong as your body. Not this time. Your cup overflows.

Only moonlight refracts on your tears and Hyejoo wipes them away. You have no idea what she’s thinking as she gazes into the few stars visible in the city. Turn on your side and Hyejoo does likewise to face you then puts a couple of fingers in your hair. Cup her face in return and it wears many emotions, such as impishness, meekness at a few times, and an often impenetrable focus, but above all it’s the standard for beauty in how it assumes no blemish. Her triangle mouth is distinct, welcoming, but you hesitate. Her minute sugary fragrance overwhelms the variety of smells in the air. Crickets and distant occasional traffic. Hyejoo’s head tilts forward then places her lips light on yours and your world is silent. Your heart’s pulse slows so it doesn't interrupt.

“Captain,” you exhale out when she finally retreats her mouth. The name sounds ridiculous in this setting. “Ma’am?”

“Whatever sounds right to you,” she yields, though the subdued caresses on the definition of your arms, and less subtle grabs on your black shirt, convey that she’s in charge even if it’s a gentle direction. "Just Hyejoo is fine."

It's like she’s teaching you how to spar for the first time though neither of you are virgins. Hyejoo gives another kiss then turns you recumbent. You could not and would not stop her now especially when she straddles your denim covered thighs. Take off your shirt and her hands rush to aid you.

“But I’d prefer we don’t think at all.” Is she drooling?

“That’s what got me into trouble. Thoughtlessness.” Your eyes somehow wander away from the woman and her sumptuous yet clothed ass grinding on you.

“What do you think of me?

“Huh?” you say and your eyes snap back to her.

The underside of her shorts warm your groin. “I said, what do you think of me?”

“I think, ugh,” her weight striking a sensitivity in your pants makes you moan, “I think, you’re the most beautiful woman I know.”

“What a player. Well, that’s all you need to think.” Hyejoo rocks back and forth. “Fuck, this is going to be good.”

Lay your hands on her hips and Hyejoo takes your right one, lifting herself just enough to let your dick breathe.

“Why do you need that hand?” you say.

“Feel this.” She takes your hand to knead the thin cloth under her mound and you feel just the tiniest hint of moisture build on your palm.

Pull away to take a base whiff of your slippery fingers. It’ll be a new addiction. The smell of alcohol and the most delicious fried chicken in the world couldn’t compare.

"It's been like this around you since the day we met." Hyejoo bends down and etches every word of the confession into your eardrums, her tone even raspier. "This is all for you."

“Really?” You give her a peck and it turns frisky when tongues join the mix and teeth nibble at lips. 

“Mhm.” Her lips vibrate on yours. Hyejoo gropes your crotch over your jeans. “I know it's going to be perfect.” She unzips and pulls down your pants to your knees. You take them off your legs completely and she searches for your wallet.

"I just lost my job and you're gonna rob me?" She breaks her serious character with a snicker. You sniffle and your mood lightens, “And how’d you know I had a condom in there?”

“Just had a feeling.” She winks.

Not an implausible cold reading but you can't count out the possibility of her snooping through your personal effects. You don't mind her proclivities this time. Hyejoo traces your every muscle’s curve with her index and middle finger and focuses especially around your pecs.

“I have to concede. I love these muscles of yours. Ever since that first day I met you at the open house. Maybe I’m just a simple woman.”

“Simplicity is sophistication.” Her fingers draw a line down your torso.

"Indeed. But I'm most interested in this hunk of meat right," she frees your cock from its confines, "Here." Hyejoo licks her lips.

“How is it?”

You’re already hard but Hyejoo's hands deftly work your shaft stiffer. “It’s so thick and this vein right here. It’ll hit just right.”

"Fuck, Hyejoo," you utter when she spits a little on your cock before she unrolls the condom on your erection. Hyejoo slips aside her shorts.

You don't get a view of her pussy with how she sprawls herself on top of you, but the slickness of her lips and the warmth that she emanates from between her legs immerses your senses enough. The missionary with her on top lets her control by the way she guides your cock and presses down on you.

“Oh god, I was right, fuuck,” Hyejoo proclaims when she sinks herself carefully into you and, on the next bounce, smacks her butt right into your waist. Her snugness clenches and quakes on your cock. Willowy arms share a similar hold of your body when she embraces you. You need her as badly as she needs you. You take heavy breaths, especially through your nose. Even her sweat is so alluring. The velvet texture that surrounds you keeps taut on your dick no matter how forcefully she rides herself on top of you. Squelches and quiet moans to a higher power pepper the warm night air.

Hyejoo removes her shirt and slings it away before bowing back down to lick your ears "God, your tits are perfect," you say even though your hands squeeze her buttcheeks in time to her thrusts. Her perky breasts recoil back and forth as they rub your chest while hard nipples juxtapose their softness.

No chance someone would come up to this little rooftop at this hour or have a good view though your cheeks flush at the thought. What if you had extra chicken coming? Or what if the landlady decided to check in on you two late at night? What if-

Hyejoo nudges her forehead against yours. She knows your habits. Your worried face is too familiar for her not to react so she nuzzles your neck and surrounds you with kisses.

Her husky voice vibrates your whole face. "Just focus on me." She makes out with you before her tongue dips into every crevice of your face the same way your cock does in her pink pussy.

Your dick slips out for a second and you take the time to admire her beauty and your fortune. 

“Telling me not to drown and you’re going to inundate me,” you say in between her smooches, "With all these kisses."

“Well. Mwah.” Another peck. "You're so delectable.”

“So I’m just chicken to you then.” This deep kiss is probably to shut you up. You’re fine with that.

Regret on her mouth that she pulls away from you. One of you rips off her shorts, the last piece of clothing obstructing you two from total symmetry. Who cares who sees. You’re both fully naked with not a woe for the surrounding world. Delicate hands splayed across your upper body grasp tightly and again, your pecs get particular attention while she fondles your nipples. 

She adjusts her back straight up and now she’s on her knees seated on your erection. The cowgirl stance allows her to find a new cusp of your cock head inside her. Hyejoo gyrates on you and you notice the understated lubrication of her pussy begins to overpower everything else in existence. Her musk vaguely reminds you of the ocean while its pheromones have you just as wobbly. It’s enough that, even though you're on your back, you have to hold her waist to avoid keeling over. Nails dig into your chest.

“God, yes, you, your cock, everything, just fuck into me.”

Hyejoo relaxes her body weight and relinquishes the rhythm to you. Pick up a new wind in your sails when you hear her gasp as you pinch her nipples. The momentum has you use all your stamina as though your rigorous fitness had one culminating purpose. You would make Hyejoo cum with only your cock. Rotate and circle your pelvis in pursuit of her most tender spot and an uncharacteristic high pitched wail confirms the location of the treasure. It’s difficult holding yourself up to reach the sensitive wall but she realizes your shared interest.

“That’s, that’s the spot. When I touch myself and think of you, it’s right there, fuck, it’s right there.” There’s no speed or power in your movement, only deliberate jabs and graceful nudges at the softest flesh. Sure it’s work, but damn did you get paid for it since she somehow sops even more between her thighs. Truly the reciprocating delight of friction and silkiness on your dick’s tip is worth it. Your name mixes profanities and wet slapping noises as Hyejoo bucks her hips in climax. Prized juices cascade all over your lap. Her highest vocalizations pierce your ears and her pussy tries its best to milk you but Hyejoo keeps as still as she can to hold your cock’s ideal positioning. Smear the fluids that coat her thighs slick with your hands and lick at your fingers, thirsty like you’re stranded.

Those thighs, by smothering your cock and removing your condom, soothe the pangs of when you pull out. Hyejoo is still in her cowgirl position reeling from her climax and her contorted face is yet more polished than any art you’ve consumed.

Seize the opportunity. Bend your dick forward. The topside of your shaft now rubs on her well-formed ass cheeks, moisturized by the wetness on your cock. Its cradle is different from her pussy's with perfect round cushions in her buns and a tight asshole that greets and tempts your shaft every time you thrust. It’s a siren call you’d have to answer another day. Fucking her bare buttcheeks satisfies you plenty enough.

She lifts up to let your erection return to its idle upward stance and you fuck her thighs in response. Her labia gnaws away at the bottom of your shaft and it begs you to shove it back in especially with how its liquor intoxicates your dick. You don’t forfeit, already overwhelmed by the thickness of her legs and her saliva dribbling from her mouth to help her juices. Hyejoo squirms as you repeat fucking her ass cheeks and fucking her thighs, and it makes the both of you feel heady. Alcohol and lack of sleep would probably do that too.

“Please. Hyejoo,” you implore, flexing your cock to scrape by her pussy lips.

“You want to?” She teases your bare tip but even just the spread of her satin pink on your head makes you shoot just a little. “I. I dunno.”

“Can we?”

“No.” You regret your loud sigh and feel selfish since you already had more satisfaction than one man could ever experience in his life. ”No, not no. No, as in no thinking.”

Plunge back into her wetness. Your cycle in and out continues with you eager to make her climax a second time. Maybe it’s the third time? The only thing you can recall is that this round, you can feel every corner of her pussy on your shaft tensing and relaxing without the latex protection. All of everything is a blur. Hyejoo could be clutching and ogling your muscles. She might be kissing your neck or maybe she’s bobbing up and down to show off her tits and her tummy. God, that midriff would look perfect coated in your cum. You could live forever with Hyejoo mounted on your cock and riding. A ringtone interrupts forever once again. It’s from that number. What was that number? Fuck it, no thinking. Her bouncing tits hypnotize you away from substantiality.

She snaps her fingers. “Hey! Hey. This is, fuck that feels so good, god your cock is just right. Ah fuck, I really think you should answer that.” You take an eternity to slow your boat. Hyejoo points to your phone on the table next to you. Work. She’s right. Both of you take a second to stabilize your breathing. Try to push her off but she refuses, shifting her mass onto your lap and keeping her pussy’s hold tight and warm on you.

“Really?” You groan, “You’re the one who told me to answer it.”

“It’s so late and they haven’t stopped calling.” She rests her head on your chest and yawns. “Your cock is sooo big in me. Don’t even need to move.”

Channel your practice silently jerking off to keep your cool though years of doing that couldn’t prepare you for this. Your hands certainly tried but never could imitate her pussy’s plush tightness. Really wish you didn’t have to but finally, you answer your phone after minutes of ringing. The voice on the other side mumbles a greeting. Didn’t expect to hear him. “Joonho. Why the fuck are you calling now?”

“It’s me! Joonho.”

“Yeah, I know. The hell you calling for?”

“Now that’s no way to speak to your boss, is it?”

“Huh?”

“I said that’s no way to speak.”

“I got that!”

“Hyung. That asshole, management fired him.”

“You telling me-”

“Yeah, they caught him stealing.”

“How the fuck?”

“Dude got too big for his britches and aimed up with his theft too. Mr. Son really didn’t like that shit.”

You cheer in your head. It wakes up the girl resting on you. Guess that wasn’t in your head. “Fuck man.”

"I know right. Fuck him!" You're not on speaker but Hyejoo must’ve heard him say that. You massage your ringing ear.

“Ow. But thank you. Seriously, it’s so late. You could’ve called me tomorrow.”

“I’m drunk as shit man. Sounds like you are too.” You don’t even realize how much you’re slurring your words. “Should I pull up, maybe we drink a little more?”

Stare at the woman still holding your cock in place, fluttering her lashes at you. Hyejoo mouths if you’re gonna take much longer. “I. I don’t think I will. We’ll have to meet up some other time, okay?”

Understanding that you’re winding down your call, she gets back upright and starts bouncing again. “You gonna pass out or something?” Joonho says.

“Something like that” Hyejoo teasingly drops her waist into you and waits, then lifts herself. You purse your lips. “Listen, ah.” And again. Purposeful slams into your cock too loud not to be picked up by a phone. “God. I gotta go, I’ll text you again tomorrow aight goodbye,” you rush your words.

She holds her hair up in pleasure and her profane cries let everyone living below know that you’re fucking the most gorgeous girl with more energy than you’ve ever had. For all the pressure on your sensitive nerves, it’s that image of Hyejoo satisfying her need with your cock that brings you closer.

“I’m almost there! Fuck, fuck.” You pull out and despite her drowsiness, Hyejoo diligently takes your dick with both hands, scoots back and bends down, slobbering on it with her mouth while her fingers stroke the skin of your shaft.

Hyejoo’s lips pop when she releases your cock’s tip. “Where do you wanna-”

“Those fucking perfect abs,” you shudder.

She takes advantage of your previous thrusts’ zeal on her thighs and repositions herself in cowgirl one last time to bend back and choke your cock with her toned legs. One single motion is all it takes. A tsunami and a storm clash. Didn’t remind her that you hadn’t cum at all away at sea as you explode. You call out, “Hyejoo, god, yes, fuck, Hyejoo, yes,” at every wave of pleasure. Shove desperately and Hyejoo’s eyes grow big at how much semen streams out of your slit because the volume of cum nearly rivals the fluid she ejected from her wetness. Her inner thighs, her lap and her stomach all soak in stickiness. She holds onto your arms as she finds enjoyment not only from your cock’s throbbing on her clit, but at your biceps and other curves. An inquisitive pinky takes a sample of your cum to lick up then, to your surprise, she collects all the cum she can with both hands and swallows it down.

“Ahh,” she presents her tongue to you.

Finally, you sit up and no amount of exhaustion would stop you from nibbling her neck as thanks.

“Relax, you hungry beast. You just came all over me and now you’re trying to tell the world we just fucked.” She gives you a little suck on your lips instead.

“I don’t mind.” You clash at her mouth and your teeth click. She smiles and gives you a deep but final smooch. Both of you breathe stiltedly and take time to readjust into the world once again.

“Me neither, if I didn’t have a presentation tomorrow.”

You fall back and feel everything aching in a good way. “Ah shit, school.”

“What did I tell you earlier?”

“Hmm?”

Hyejoo falls flat next to you and clasps her hands into yours. “You will be okay. I called them with an excuse. Speaking of which. You’re gonna find out sooner or later that a certain cool as fuck girl blew the whistle on that son of a bitch.”

This whole thing feels like it should be temporary, like a one-time thing. Any more and it’d be weird, yet her confidence makes you reroute all that anxious energy in your heart’s pace into something good. It’s not love but, “Thanks. I just. Thank you.”

“You are always welcome.” Her lips curl up.

“So. You a snitch now, huh?"

"Relax,” she hisses the end of the word. ”Maybe I snooped through the construction company records, maybe I didn’t. You didn’t hear from me, ‘kay?" She nudges your side with her elbow.

“Hey!” You laugh a little, ticklish in that spot. “Okay, okay. How’d you manage that anyway?”

“Joonho didn’t mention it? Well, I have my connections,” Hyejoo says.

You breathe out and you deserve it. “You really are the Captain.”

“Damn right. Guess you’re stuck on this boat a little.” Yawn. “Longer.” Her eyelids slowly descend.

Watch Hyejoo fall asleep and realize she’s nude and still a little sticky. You decide to make a smart decision just once by putting away all the garbage in your apartment. She giggles reflexively when you clean her up and you struggle but manage to put on her previous outfit.

After you get dressed yourself, you lie next to Hyejoo and watch the few lights in the sky all distanced from each other. You feel a little reticent but the old lady shouldn’t fret if the outdoors is a better bedroom for one night. Close your eyes. Drift away into the best sleep you’ve ever had even if it’s only you and a blanket separate the hard concrete rooftop from the atmosphere. Dreams of water are gracious for once. The ocean lacks bounds and you smile for it. Who cares about tomorrow? It’s made of sticks and rope fashioned from whatever bamboo you could find but the raft holds two. That’s all you need.

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"A college roommate scenario where the male reader is living with LOONA's Olivia Hye and she's attracted to him sexually since he moved in due to his physique. Then one day, he got home all stressed and the two hooked up eventually." - @optimisticwritersworld​

AFF, AO3

Pretty sure this was supposed to be all casual but then I started adding to explain the co-ed living scenario and the stress, so here we are. Watch out for more LOONA though no promises on timelines

[minghaocouture]

Fearless: Chapter 13

Pairing: Werewolf! Jeon Wonwoo x Vampire!Reader Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Non-Idol Au WC: 4.1k+ Warning: Language, Violence, Gun usage, Descriptions of burn wounds, mild gore  AU Lore: Vampire Coven Info/Wolf Pack Info/Lore Info Tag List: @moon-asia @uglychildd @skjdln @darkacrimson​ @woozisnoots​ @hwangjangmi​ @rjsmochii​ @fluffyhyeju​ @svtjuniverse​ @karmacqre​ @dwcljh​ @taeyeon-got-shmoney​ @2dmoonenback​ @moonchild9499​ 

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A/N: So this chapter is probs the longest one yet! I was trying to wrap things up in this one but it ended up a bit too long so there is probably maybe one or two chapters more, plus an epilogue! This chapter is ROUGH, please be warned before reading! If you want to skip the rough bit the first “***” signals the end of the fight!

I also realized while writing this chapter that...I haven’t written Chan in this story yet ^^;; he’s been mentioned because he is a part of the Coven’s inner circle but he...hasn’t show up. oops

Chapter List: Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Chapter 9/Chapter 10/Chapter 11/Chapter 12/Chapter 13/Chapter 14

It felt like you had been running forever before your eyes caught a glimpse of Jacob trailing behind the other members of his group, who you could only assume were chasing the stray that had taken Minah. Watching them slip into a small Alleyway you reached out to grab Vernon’s arm, effectively stopping him from following them. 

He looked back and fixed you with a confused expression, but you lifted a finger to your lips to gesture him to stay silent. You then turned your attention elsewhere, and found another small alley that seemed to be running parallel to the one that your allies had run down, which was exactly what you were hoping for. Gesturing with a small tilt of your head, you urged him to follow you.

It was a bad idea to try and get this guy all from one angle, especially if you were right in your theory that he wasn’t working completely alone. 

As you crept through the side alley, you hoped that somehow Minghao knew what you were planning and would attempt to stall. You had no doubt that he had been the first on the scene so you were only hoping that he wouldn’t start anything until you were in a good position to try and surround the stray. It was doubtful, considering you didn’t know how the stray would react to being cornered like this, but you held onto the small shred of hope that Minghao could keep the situation under control.

Exiting the alley onto the main road, you led Vernon to the right, and took a glance down the alley before entering. 

From what you could see, the Stray had his back to you with Minah in his arms, while Minghao, Gahyeon, Kevin, Jacob, and Wonwoo stood a few feet away from him. The stray had buried his face into Minah’s neck and you felt yourself almost run towards him despite your better judgement. 

Taking a deep, yet unnecessary, breath before gesturing for Vernon to hold his position. You quietly crept towards the male and his hostage, while doing your best to remember all the lessons from Mingaho and hoping that you were completely silent.

“Is this little human worth all the fuss? Surely Soonyoung has better things to do than deal with, little old me?” 

That voice. You knew that voice, thought you hadn’t heard it since...well since you had been turned. There was no other person who it could be, not who also knew Soonyoung. If this was who you were thinking, then you needed to get Minah away from him now.

As soon as you were in range, you threw your arms out and harshly pulled his head backwards and away from Minah. The action not only retched him towards you, but caused him to lose his grip on Minah because of the surprise of the attack. You jumped to the side, away from the male and watched as Wonwoo appeared almost instantly and just barely missed hitting him harshly in the face only for the male to be tackled by Gahyeon. You let those two handle him for a moment before rushing to Minah who had been caught by Minghao. 

The girl was sobbing and trembling as Minghao tried to help her to her feet. Before you could ask if she was alright, a loud gunshot rang out through the alley followed by the familiar growl of Gahyeon. 

“Keep her safe!” You ordered Minghao before turning your attention back to the action behind you. You immediately noticed that you were, in fact, right about his numbers, but what surprised you was that...not all of them were Vampires. You could see Vernon, who was the furthest from you, currently involved in a tussle with a Dark fae, along with a few wolves, vampires, and even a single human was in their ranks. You were definitely outnumbered but only by a little bit, and you would only need to hold out until the other teams arrived. You only hoped that they got your message and heard the fighting. 

Taking the fight back to the source you called out his name. 

“Taemin!”

As his eyes caught yours, you watched a smile creep onto his face. If it weren’t for the situation you could have mistaken that smile for one of actual kindness. He just...had that way about him.

“Well well, if it isn’t Soonyoung’s little one. I’m honestly surprised he let you out for all this.” Despite the fighting around you, Taemin seemed to almost casually saunter over to you. “I wonder how mad he would be if I killed you? Do you think he would…come for revenge?” 

Before you could blink, Taemin was on you. His leg swiftly aimed for your head, your reactions just fast enough to drop to the ground. You palms bracing yourself on the cold snow covered concrete, keeping you balanced as you swept your leg out trying to knock his feet out from under him. He simply jumped back and out of the way as you pushed yourself off of the ground to jump at him.

“Or do you think he would run away again? He’s awfully good at that, isn’t he?” Opting to ignore him, you pulled back your arm in an attempt to catch him with a right hook. As you did this you heard another gunshot, only this time the groan of pain caused you to hesitate for just a brief moment as you recognized the voice.

Wonwoo was hurt.

Seemingly seeing this hesitation, Taemin tilted his head to the side with curiosity filling his eyes. 

“Is that care for a wolf? From you, little one? Oh how time has change the both of us.” He let out a soft cruel chuckle, which was just enough of a distraction for you to sink your nails into his cheek, ripping the skin open before he shoved you away. This definitely seemed to anger him, but just as before...when he had gotten Soonyoung kicked out of his former Coven, he was completely in control of those emotions. 

The alley way was filled with a loud scream and the smell of burning flesh and you felt your whole body freeze, which gave Taemin the perfect opportunity to strike.

“It seems you haven’t learned anything since we last met, little one. Emotions only breed weakness.” As you were distracted, he took that opportunity to land a firm hit on your gut. You remembered this feeling, the dense pain that entered your abdomen as you felt like all of the air had left your lungs. Sure you didn’t need to breathe any longer but old habits die hard. As he pulled one hand away, the other reached out to grasp your head and soon your face was buried in a small layer of snow before meeting the unforgiving concrete below. 

“Oh Little one, do you remember what kills wolves the quickest?” The question was rhetorical but you knew what he was implying. Silver bullets, even if they didn’t hit a critical location, the silver would spread like a poison unless it was removed.

You didn’t have time to think about your next move, so you reached out and ripped his ankle out from under him. The action causing him to lose his grip on you as well as lose his balance.

Quickly taking the opportunity to push yourself up, you felt blood drip from your nose and fall to stain the snow below you. Your eyes darted around, taking an assessment of the field but you were also hoping that in that split second that you could confirm Wonwoo was okay. You didn’t immediately see him, but what you did get to witness was Soonyoung, appearing from practically nowhere and taking a running leap towards Taemin. A loud guttural growl that vaguely sounded like Taemin’s name escaping him, if you had thought he had been angry with you...well this was a different type of anger. 

Trusting Soonyoung to have the situation handled, you continued your search for Wonwoo only to find him collapsed against a wall with a Summer Fae above him ready to finish the job.

Before you had even registered what was going on, a new wave of emotions rushed through your system as you took a running start towards the woman your arms wrapped around the waist of the woman as you effectively tackled her to the ground. Landing with you on her back, you quickly grabbed the mess of red hair on her head and began slamming her face harshly into the snow covered concrete. You were so focused on causing this woman pain that you didn’t even notice the rest of the reinforcements arriving. All you could see was red, and all you wanted was for this woman to suffer. 

You weren’t sure how long you were there but...you knew it was far too long as you could hear the sickening crunch of bones. When you were certain she was dead you forced yourself off of her and rushed over to Wonwoo’s unconscious body, not caring about the rest of the fight going on around you. 

Quickly you began to examine the extent of his injuries, the top left side of his face swollen and blistering from the open flame that had been ignited on it, bits of his hairline had been burned away, there was a bullet lodged into his lower abdomen which had to be the silver one that Taemin had mentioned before. A small slew of curse words left your lips as you realized what you were going to have to do. You would rather feel the burn of the silver against your skin than sit here and just let him slowly die.

You were glad he was unconscious, as you dug your fingers inside of the wound flinching at the feeling as you tried to get a grip on the bullet so that you could pull it out. All that was pushing you forward was the need for him to be okay, you didn’t even care about the mission anymore, you just needed him to live through this. He had given you a feeling, a rush of emotions, you hadn’t felt in the longest time and you didn’t want that to end this soon. You wanted to try with him, and you didn’t care that he was a wolf, you just wanted him. 

With a small choked sob you ripped the bullet out, tossing it to the side without care. Quickly tearing off part of the bottom of your shirt you pressed firmly against the bullet wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. The sounds of victory completely lost to your ears. The only thing you could hear was the slowing sound of his heart beat, it felt like you were underwater...suffocating as you watched his unmoving expressionless face. 

“No...no come on you dumb wolf, you can’t die in a fucking alley.” You muttered, words feeling frantic as you did your best to stop the bleeding but to no avail. You felt your teeth break the skin of your lower lip as your eyes focused in on the blood now staining your hands.

Soon enough members of his pack rushed over and tried to help you with him. Saying something about him needing medical attention, and the name Mingyu. You didn’t bother trying to stop them until you felt someone attempting to pull you away from him and that’s when everything went red. Your body tensed and all you couldn’t form a single coherent thought. You felt...painfully hungry and all this blood smelled wonderful. The last thing you heard before completely black out, was the familiar voice of Soonyoung shouting.

“Fuck, it’s a frenzy.  Gahyeon, restrain her!!”

***

Everything hurt.

That was the only thing Wonwoo could think of when he felt himself drifting back into consciousness. Out of instinct, he slowly tried to push himself into a sitting position only for the pain in his abdomen to spike which caused him to fall back into the lying position he had been in. 

Taking a moment to take in his surroundings he realized that...part of his face, didn’t feel like anything. He couldn’t open that eye either, his vision only coming from his right eye. That was...concerning. Before he could evaluate himself any further, he heard the sound of a door opening to his left...where he couldn’t see. Ignoring the pain, he turned his head and watched Mingyu walking into the room with a small bundle in his hands. 

Mingyu practically beamed when he realized that his friend was staring at him. Rushing over to the bedside, he quickly began looking over Wonwoo while spouting off rapid fire questions. 

“How are you feeling? Do you know how long you’ve been out? How long have you been awake? Does this hurt?” At the last question, he watched as Mingyu moved his finger towards the left side of his face but never actually felt anything more than a dull kind of numb feeling.

“No.” was all Wonwoo could bring himself to say, his throat felt like a desert. That coupled with Mingyu’s question had him a bit concerned. How long had he been out. A day, a week? Maybe more? He would just have to wait for Mingyu to return to that. 

Except he didn’t, he did grimace a bit at Wonwoo’s response and shook his head as he muttered a small ‘that’s not good’ to himself. 

“Well, I’ve got good news and bad news.” Mingyu began, as he began pulling fresh bandages from his little bundle. He carefully moved Wonwoo as he began taking off the older bandages around his abdomen. “The good news is that, whatever happened that night scared the Stray and his gang. Soonyoung said that we shouldn’t be seeing them again. So yay, mission successful.”

Wonwoo was trying his best to focus on the information he was receiving but it was hard when it felt like his gut was on actual fire. 

“The bad news is, you almost died. They had been using silver bullets and if your mate hadn’t pulled it out when she did, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Since it was silver though, it is taking longer to heal than it normally would. Also, I’m pretty sure the burn on your face is fourth degree since you couldn’t feel me poking you. Which is pretty bad. Also the worst part, we had to shave part of your head to make sure it didn’t get stuck to the burnt parts of your face.”

“That’s...the worst part?”

“Yeah man, it...does not look good I promise you.” If it were anyone other than Mingyu, Wonwoo would have probably been a bit annoyed at the moment. This was Mingyu though, and jokes were how he coped. If it weren’t this then it would be moping around, upset about the situation. So Wonwoo let the joke about his hair slide. 

Forcing his voice out once more, Wonwoo voiced another question.

“Is she okay?”

It was silent for a moment as Mingyu finished up rebandaging him, and putting the the dirty bandages into a bag he had brought with his bundle. Once finished he looked back up at Wonwoo and stared into Wonwoo’s one visible eye his gaze harded a bit before he looked away to grab more bandages that Wonwoo assumed would be going on his face.

“She...We haven’t seen her since that night and it’s been about 2 weeks now. When they tried to pull her away from you so that they could get you back home for medical attention, she um. Well the Vampires called it a frenzy. She completely lost control of herself, she ended up breaking Cheol’s arm and she got one of her own people pretty good as well. It took a lot for them to get her back to the Bar.” He began, gently replacing the bandage on Wonwoo’s face as he continued. “Jacob’s been getting updates from that Kevin guy. He said they had to keep her locked up and somehow still locked up just...not as locked up as before? I’m not sure how, but that’s just what he was saying. Apparently they’re also having to give her more fresh blood recently to keep her out of a frenzy too.”

Wonwoo felt his heart drop the more Mingyu spoke. There was no way he would be able to make it all the way to the bar in his condition, but he needed to make sure you were okay with his own two eyes. Since from the sounds of it, you had been struggling since the incident and he had just been mindlessly sleeping. 

“I’ve been keeping up with her situation cause I knew she’d be the first thing you asked about. Hyunjin has been visiting and we were talking about this. We actually think the mate pull is what’s causing her to go off the rails. Since she’s a Vampire, you being hurt is just hitting her in a different way than it would have hit a human mate, or at least that’s what we’re thinking.” 

It was definitely a logical assumption, when one mate is hurt it has been known to affect the mental state of the other. This could be that manifesting, but they had no sure fire way of knowing since there were no records of a werewolf ever mating with a Vampire before. With that in mind, it was settled. Wonwoo was going to take a page from your book and throw caution to the wind. Once he was alone he was sneaking out and going to see you, he didn’t care how much it hurt. 

He needed to make sure you were okay.

***

Thinking back on it, sneaking out of the house when he could barely stand was probably a terrible idea.

The good idea had been stealing Cheol’s car. Sure he would be mad but it was smarter than trying to walk there. That would have just ended up with him actually dead.

As he pulled up to the bar he parked in the parking lot behind the building and slowly made his way out of the car. Limping his way to the front door of your Coven’s home. He had never been here, and to his knowledge no werewolf had entered here before, but he was hoping that was something that would change. Especially if you were inside. 

It was still light, just edging on twilight, and so he wasn’t too sure if anyone would be awake yet. Despite this, he slammed his closed fist against the door, hoping that someone would hear his knocking and let him in. As he waited, he felt his body grow heavier and his was growing a bit harder to breath in the cold snowy February weather. He felt his legs slump out from under him just as the door slowly opened, and he heard a gasp.

“Keonhee, Rowan! Help me!” The unfamiliar voice hit his ears almost as quickly as the sound of footsteps. Soon two sets of arms were helping him up and moving him into the bar, and at the urging of the first male voice they walked past the bar area and through a door labeled ‘employees only’ before taking a hard right into what Wonwoo was assuming was an office. 

As the duo helped him into a metal chair, probably to avoid potential blood stains. The male looked terrified of him, almost as if he was expecting Wonwoo to fall over any moment, while the female looked...moderately concerned but ultimately ended up dragging the frightened male out of the room, as another unfamiliar male entered. 

“Thanks, you two. I’ll be back to help with opening in a minute.” The new male said, patting the taller frightened male on the shoulder and giving a longing glance towards the female, who Wonwoo was almost positive was a Fae. The kind looking male made his way over and took a seat on the plush sofa across from Wonwoo.

“We definitely weren’t expecting you to show up, still half dead.” He began, chucking lightly as his eyes gazed over Wonwoo’s body. “I know you’re a wolf and all, but coming to a Coven’s den smelling of blood usually isn’t the best idea. Your blood reaks but that doesn’t mean we won’t still drink it.” 

Surprisingly, despite what the male was saying, Wonwoo didn’t feel any hit of actual intent behind them. Like it was more of a simple statement than a warning. Which was interesting, all things considering, but maybe that night did change things. Maybe it was the push they needed to be able to co-exist. 

“I mean, it wasn’t my best idea but i’m sure it’s what she would have done if our roles were switched.” Mentioning you had the male opposite of him throw his head back in laughter that almost sounded...sad.

After a moment the laughs died down and the male fixed Wonwoo with a look. 

“Before I take you to her. I just want to clarify that I don’t approve of...whatever this is. I know you Wolves have ‘destined mates’ and all and you can’t control that but, I can speak for all of us right now. We never want to see her in this state again. I personally want to kill you right here and now so that whatever pull you have over her will go away, but I know that would make things worse.” This...this was a threat. Wonwoo understood where he was coming from, it always hurt to see the ones you cared about in pain. It made it worse that he was a wolf and that the mate pull might have been affecting you harshly. 

“So you better not get this close to death again, you hear me?” 

“Jun, stop threatening him. You don’t scare anyone.” The new voice caused Wonwoo to flinch lightly, glancing over, he recognized this man, Minghao. He was...a bit shocked that he hadn’t heard the shorter man enter the room. You weren’t lying when you said that he was...extremely stealthy. 

His words caused the man, Jun, to jut out his lower lip in a pout. 

“Come on, Hao! I was giving the dad speech! I’ve never been able to give one!” 

“If anyone is gonna give him a ‘dad’ speech, it would be Soonyoung. So stop wasting time, before he actually dies.” Minghao definitely seemed to have a no nonsense attitude, and wasn’t putting up with any of the antics of his Coven mate at this point. As Jun continued to pout, Minghao made his way to help Wonwoo stand up again.

“Let’s go.” was all Minghao said before forcing Wonwoo along with him, Jun trailing behind them complaining about having to wash blood off the floor before opening tonight. 

When they exited the room, they took a right and entered a door to the right at the end of the hall. The interior of the room made it seem almost like a living room in a regular home, plush red sofa was pushed against the far left wall with two matching wing chairs on either side with a coffee table in front of them. Minghao ignored them and instead pressed forward to the door on the other side of the room. 

“Jun, unlock this for me.” Minghao requested, interrupting Jun’s mindless chatter that honestly Wonwoo had been ignoring up until this point, having been so focused on just walking without thinking of the pain. They slowed to a stop as they waited for Jun to take off the metal bars that had been attached to the door, setting them to the side before Minghao led him down the rather annoyingly small flight of stairs. The stairwell opened up to a rather strange underground bunker of sorts, the walls made of simple concrete with no direcorations anywhere in the hall. It was rather off putting. There were 8 doors with four on each side of the room, their small group made their way towards the furthest door on the right before Minghao let him go.

“She’s in there right now. Careful going in, she might try and feed off of you. So, don’t die I guess.” With that Minghao turned away from Wonwoo and grabbed Jun’s arm and began dragging him back up the stairs. 

“Remember what I said!” Jun shouted out as he was being drug away. Which did actually get a small laugh from Wonwoo, before the still injured male turned to the heavy wooden door in front of him and slowly opened it.

[darthbecky726]

Bad Batch 1x01 spoilers

I've never done something like this before, but I figured I'd start. Reactions to the first episode of The Bad Batch. (This ended up being a lot longer than I intended, but whatever)

Spoilers under the cut

Red logo burning away starts strong

Yay narrator dude!!

Feels like clones wars

Animated rots scenes!!

And what grevious did after the rots beginning

HOLY SHIT DEPA!!!!!

And caleb right???

And we're in

Omg who voiced young caleb bc it sounds a lot like fpj but aged down and he def doesn't sound like the 14 I know he was when this happened

I like how we started out on familiar characters but not ahsoka or anyone from tcw. We started w young kanan and his master and we know what happened to them and all but if anyone watching hasn't seen rebels they wouldn't be lost as to who caleb and depa are, they'd just assume they're random jedi in o66

Good ol droid screaming as it falls off a cliff

Wow. Them.

I love crosshair

And wrecker

And tech

And echo

And hunter

B1's are so dumb

Lmao the salt from hunter

I feel like depas forehead pearls are a bit unrealistically large but I have no cultural standpoint to really know so...

Caleb's voice is too deep in the same way that jack frost from rotg's voice doesn't match his character model

Ah wrecker not really knowing what she means and echo, the one who has been trained to deal w people and hung out w ani and obi is just like 'thanks general'

Obes kenobes mention

Why is echo so pale

Depa and caleb feel a little too pale too tbh I wonder if it's the lighting or the whitewashing

Wow caleb is a lot like ezra, I can see why kanan wanted to train him lol

Is this what separates caleb and depa, leading to her telling him to run??? Do I need to read dume???

Oh no

Noooooooooo

Bb didn't get the order!

Oh caleb nooooo! Nooooooo they didn't receive that order, they can help you!!!

And he's gone

Oh I need an au where caleb stayed with bb and they helped him after depa died

Hunter sounds so much like rex it's weird like ik they're supposed to sound the same but it feels like wrecker is replacing rex or something. Even tho ik rex's story is over for the time being

Crosshair, no! Don't shoot at him! He's baby

Oh no did crosshair get o66???? It didn't seem to trigger anything in any of the rest of them, but is crosshair close enough to 'reg' for it to have triggered???

😭😭good soldiers follow orders

"sure thing, boss" "hey hunter got a sitch"

Crosshair acting sus

Oh I love watching padawans fight, they're so good!!

I hope that hit to the tree did a lil cognitive recalibration for crosshair, he was acting crazy

Caleb looks so scared!! He just watched his master get gunned down by his friends and now strange clones are trying to kill him/confusing him

Oh caleb

Oh no crosshair don't try to kill him!! Hunters trying to help!

Also hunter doesn't sound as much like rex w the helmet off, but it's weird bc most of the clones are distinguishable by voice even w helmets on. I guess it's the 'im in charge' voice

Star wars if caleb had gone w the bb

Oh hunter u sly dog lying to crosshair so he doesn't go after him. U gotta figure out why crosshair responded to o66 and no one else in ur unit did

Oh crosshair knows he's been lied to

I will always love coming-out-of-hyperspace shots

Ooh kamino, always nice this time of year

Echo is done w wrecker

Why hasn't crosshair taken his helmet off yet, lil bit sus

They better get his chip out on kamino, I don't wanna deal w this

Oof hunter 

Oh who’s that, giving me cloud city vibes

Extreme cloud city vibes wow

Never realized how many clones are just on kamino

Coruscant guard?!?! FOX?!?!

The vibes here, omg

‘The war is over’ wow

Oh no who was that

A female jedi, doesn’t appear to be shaak, couldn’t see any montrals but never know, we don’t officially know how or where she died

Ok wow none of the bb has their helmets on except for crosshair, who got the order. The regs around kamino all have their helmets on. That scene in victory and death when ahsoka took rex’s helmet off- 

And crosshair, he’s actins strange too

Oh tech, do u guys get bullied by regs a lot??

I love their barracks

Lol he finally took his helmet off only to stick a toothpick in his mouth, can he get anymore cliched?

Wrecker is seeming a lot more infantilized than he was in the s7 eps...

Yeah crosshair’s being sus

Ooh, he shifted his toothpick

Lmao ‘what programming’

Well documented my ass

Tech’s speech patterns are so stiff and robotic, it’s like he has to remind himself to talk in basic instead of binary or some shit

Tech throwing shade at crosshair

I can’t quite tell if we’re supposed to like crosshair at this point

Lmao we been knew

Oop ‘more machine than man’ the vader parallels are serving folks

Understatement.

Ugh sheev

Crusty ass bitch

Straight from rots wow

Who is the mystery child and why does he look mandalorian

Ooh he gone

Oh no, the beninning of the empire

Cheering?? Why?!?

That imperial march fade in tho

Thank you echo

Oh shit mystery child is female

Omega, I would not have guessed the pronunciation of your name by reading it wow

She def seems mandalorian

Ugh kaminoans

Oh the kaminoan pronounced it as it usually is, huh.

Omega’s character model def seems more masculine than female, I now headcanon her as trans

Ugh tarkin, I hate that crusty bitch

Empire politics ugh

I love how much shade is being thrown at tarkin and his stormtrooper proposal lmao

Why do all these clones have the standard haircut?? ik them boys like their variety, even if these boys are still under o66′s programming

Wrecker you’re being extremely loud

They’re all being loud in the mess, why

They remember, kid

Lol child

Oh my sweet summer children

The dad instinct was clearly passed genetically from jango lol all these clones got it

Why are background characters so mean? What about it, shiny? Why is ur hair regulation, reg??

The Sad Batchn omg the slander

Lol the food fight I’ve read about in the fics, its finally happening!

Is she.... australian??

The over-animation of character movements in this is reminding me of the looser style of rebels, as opposed to the more clunky style of tcw

Lmao he’s still got food on him

Food fight!!

‘Not again’???!!! Echo!! Wdym not again?! Food fights have happened before?!?? Wait. W bb or w torrent, bc I can see torrent having food fights on the resolute-

Crosshair’s just eating his food until someone messes

I like how echo still has his kamas

Oh no echo!!

Oh echo’s trauma, he doesn’t trust medical droids! Where’s kix when u need him, huh?

Lol, comically long name for a robot trope is alive and well, huh

Lmao the droid lowers his voice like ik this is a perceived bad thing, but I will not tolerate this slander, boys u need to get off kamino

‘The shock’ lmao whyyy

Lmao tech!!

Oh, echo recognized tarkin from the citadel!

‘When you blew up’ lmao

Oh they make me sad

Aaaaah fox!

Man the domino squad nostalgia

Those droids look cool

This is a neat scene, I like seeing them in action

Wrecker reminding me of hevy, but he’s got the training and success to back it up

Live fire???? No!!

Ugh I hate tarkin

Oh no wtecker

Did he just get shot!???! 

Oh no crosshair, be careful!

Tarkin’s trying to kill them!!!

Lol wrecker I love you

Echo using his mech hand as a weapon, truly an arc

Now I wanna see what happened on felucia

I like how tech’s just sitting on the droid’s shoulders

And hunter just had a knife

These boys, I love them

Oh no tech bby

Hot damn that was cool

Wrecher things so too lmao

Tarkin’s like “why didn’t that work??’

Oh new baby clones

No tf they could not, they would never serve the empire and those bitches

I love that they have a window apartment lol

Ugh tarkin u shifty

They all stand at attention, only after glaring at tarkin

Oh no onderon

I hate tarkin, he’s a bitch

How quickly could bitch lord and darth sad have replaced the armory on kamino??

Crosshair still acting sus

Neither does echo, kid

No.

I like omega.

Crosshair, with the sassy hand on the hip-

What does that even mean?? Or elude to??

Lmao tech messing w wrecker, they rlly r bros

Its prob the vegetation

Oh, I missed onderon, but not this much

Lol the put-upon sigh

Its clearly saw and his rebels

Saw! Looking sharp, what’s w the hair....

That’s a very geometric beard, saw

They didn’t kill any jedi!

That’s not what happened, tech

‘The clones’ bitch that was rex and ahsoka, check urself

Aw, I’ve always like the design of imperial probe droids

Thank you, echo

It seems like crosshair’s o66 programming and his mutation are warring w his morals

Lmao the shade

I knew she was an enhanced clone!

Oh, so she is (at least on paper) trans! She’s a clone of jango, and yet she’s female! That must be her modification, but it makes me wonder why

Lol *flicks toothpick*

Aw, they have a picture of themselves! Recent-ish, too, its got echo!

Oh no, AZI!

The difference between them arriving earlier and now, the lack of escort...

Creepy how they had to open the hanger door themselves

Oh no! Everyone!

The coruscant guard, I wish they had gotten better

Tarkin u dramatic bitch

‘The brig’ this ain’t some tallship

Lol echo that shade

Their blacks are different from the ones seen in the past

Crosshair, stop being a bitch

Oh, I don’t like that phrase!! And the fact that crosshair screamed it in echo’s face makes me uneasy. Did rex fill echo in on why fives died?? I hope so...

Crosshair, ur chip hurting??

This child, I like her.

No! Don’t hit hunter!

No crosshair!!!!

I dislike this immensly

So they do still have inhibitor chips!

Tarkin you monster

Oh poor crosshair

ihatethisihatethisihatethis

Lol tech I love you

Wrecker you sweet pea

Lol that’s adorable

I love how they form a “wall” its so suspicious 

He was about to say that, omega

Aaww, echo protective boi

Wrecker shut up tf

That was cool

Sneaky bois

This reminds me of rex and ahsoka sneaking around in v&d

Echo runs so stupid

Oh no they winter soldier’d him!

If he says who the hell is crosshar, I will lose my shit

Yes, he has. They took it from him.

The toothpick

I wonder how they’re gonna get crosshair back to normal

Not good that they nabbed the sniper

Oh, crosshair shot him in the same place he got hit during training!

Ooh, a kaminoan on their side!

I hope omega doesn’t die

Poor trigger etiquette, crosshair

Wonder if omega has any speciality training

They’re just gonna leave him there!?!?!?!?!

Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!

Omega reminds me of young boba 

Oh, so its in her dna

Go back for crosshair!!

Holy fucking shit that was amazing! I didn’t expect it to be that long, but I’m not complaining! This ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but I don’t feel like cutting anything out, so sorry for the long post but at least I put it under a cut.

[varusai]

who do you think is the most dateable dark matter thief?? i know you have an opinion and i need to hear it

sorry for the late response anon i honestly had to think abt this one for a few days lmao, but yeah i have opinions. below the cut bc fr i have opinions, all of them have major pros and cons (based on my characterization at least) and really i just have to break it down for u

Boros, everyones obvious first choice, but certainly not mine.

Pros: rich, tall, pretty, fun af, passionate, will kill for you np, give you anything you want, literally anything.

cons: has a god complex, doesnt respect you, not his number one priority at all, will forget about you once its not interesting for him anymore, probably argumentative/combative af, is very very smart and has no problem manipulating you in all the worst ways, is very entitled so he will never feel bad about anything, cant win arguments either bc he’ll want to settle it with combat, will get offended over little things just to argue bc he thinks thats fun

this is a relationship you’d get into if you literally have nothing to lose and dont care about your mental health. like hes hot but this shit would be toxic af and he will ruin your life and leave you to go fuck around and fight someone on the other side of the universe. this will be the best of times and the worst of times for you and you will never be the same afterward mentally or emotionally. the only way i would even consider it is if i lost my damn mind. The only way a relationship with him would ever work long term is if you were physically stronger than him and were capable of putting him in his place OR you were smart enough, suicidal enough, and interesting enough to him to engage in some psychological warfare and reject him if he asked you. Make him chase you for years, say yes, then decide that /he’s/ boring /you/ and leave him for another member of the squad to just destroy their established hierarchy and humble him to the point that he’s obsessed with you.

i dont have the energy for all that, so i’ll just smash and pass.

0/10 completely undateable

Geryuganshoop, also a probable second choice for many:

pros: cute, nice, tentacle alien (obviously), will respect you np, will also give you anything you want, not antagonistic at all, telepathic communication so no risk of miscommunication, emotionally intelligent and available, loyal to a fault,

cons: horrible boss/best friend that you will have to listen to him vent about for at least 3 hours a day, complete yes man as well so he will not tell boros no or cut him off and you will be stuck dealing with this no matter what, severely mentally ill and wont go to therapy bc he thinks hes handling it well, workaholic, needs a lot, and i mean A LOT of attention

this relationship would be great if not for boros lol. boros sabotages his social and romantic life but geryu has been friends with him too long to either cut him off or establish boundaries. he has no backbone (figuratively and literally) and wouldnt even consider it. he’ll ignore you in favor of his job too, to a massive degree. also i think that while the telepathic communication would be a major plus in most cases, here i feel like i’d have no less than 16 different, never before seen on earth, mental illnesses projected right into my brain just from being within a certain radius of him.

im already fucked up enough in that sense so pass unfortunately.

it would be a yes without boros in the picture tho lmao

so prob like 4/10 iffy datablillity, 1 level increase with each decade of therapy he gets tho so a lot of potential :D

Groribas, my fav girl:

pros: straightforward, realistic, very clear expectations, will not fuck around with you whatsoever like there is no mind games or anything here, will kill for you, rich and non materialistic so she’ll basically just let you do whatever with her money since she doesn t care about it, cares about her job but like...a normal amount. she absolutely has a good work/life balance, highly organized so she will not forget important dates, loyal af and will defend your honor under any circumstances, mean but in a funny way, a ton of fun to hang out with if you’re into that, no eyes so i dont have to worry abt eye contact ever

cons: extremely high expectations, like exhaustingly high, and not even a bit of flexibility there, if you dont meet the cut its a no, she’ll let you know and leave same day, she will also bully you, you need a thick skin and great sense of humor to survive, bad at feelings if you need emotional support???? go elsewhere, shes mega emotionally unavailable, will probably want to share bodies as a form of intimacy

overall its a solid 6.5/10 dateability for me i love the directness and no bs approach, we would def get along well. however, while im not sensitive, shes def gonna hit on some insecurities at some point and it will cause an argument lol. but i mean whatever. it happens. the body sharing would be an issue though, same reason i wouldnt be chill with having a symbiote despite being a major venom fucker. i need my space i cant deal with that. so thats a possible deal breaker if she couldnt get over that lol. and she wont, so we wouldnt work out. i wish it fuckin would tho😭😭😭 i would take whatever crumbs of attention she would be willing to give me

Melzalgald, my fav they/them bastard:

pros: amorphous and shapeshifting aka extremely attractive according to my taste in monsters, tall af but could chose to be a more reasonable survivable size lol, self contained and self-entertaining so they dont need a ton of attention to be happy, funny af, rich, will give you whatever you want and probably a bunch of shit you didnt know you wanted, very fun, built in friend group if you didnt already have friends, extremely emotionally intelligent and great people skills due to living in a collective, stupid af by choice, like some of em are very smart, but they dont claim that, will say fuck work and tell boros to eat shit to spend time with you, will kill for you as well, but only if you ask them to bc their first inclination is to just bother someone to death, very loyal, once they like you they like you really forever, it would take some pretty extreme circumstances to make them dislike you

cons: annoying af and its unavoidable, will talk over you, all of them at once will talk over you and do so loudly, no respect for personal space, they dont even know what that is, will probably accidentally manhandle you, they act stupid but arent so they can be manipulative, even if it isnt bad and they dont really mean to be, impulsive, forgetful of the needs of organic creatures so they will bother you at all hours of the day and night if you arent firm with boundaries, disgustingly extroverted and will bring randoms to your place without asking, or just...make new cluster members and you have to roll with it, will eat or absorb literally anything you have, will antagonize and bother you for fun, major jump scare risk since sometimes the forms are....fleshy

this ones hard for me like theyre hot af and i feel like they’d be super fun and good partners, but god....the noise. idk how long i could deal with that lol i dont like people in my house. it would drive me up the wall, but then again...i can simply kick them out when ive had enough. they arent projecting mental illness directly into my brain or requiring me to share a body sintelligento major plus. creepy thing/symbiote style hot monster without any of the invasiveness so tbh 8/10 dateability

some people date loud annoying extroverts who dont understand personal space that /arent/ rich, loyal, or emotionally intellegent so i’d be winning on a few different fronts lmao

[descendantofthesparrow]

encore- Harry Hook x reader - taking care of business - part 15

two story parts in one day?!?! am i being....productive?!?!

--warning!!! Talk of rape and sexualizing a minor, beginning and end of the scene will be marked with bold words!---

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Harry woke up the next morning to an empty bed and a note from you, he yawned and clumsily grabbed the note, rubbing his eyes as he read your hurried scrawl.

-going to auradon for a bit, taking care of things be back soon, love you

- love, (nickname that harry gives you)

Harry smiled softly and fell back onto the bed, yawning once more and rolling over, hugging your pillow to his chest.

=

You sighed, pulling your hair into a ponytail, smirking as you caught your reflection in the mirror.

(y/n), the war chief of the lost revenge, the one who took care of Captain Hook. You wore your long red coat, the ripped grey shirt, ripped black pants, scuffed boots, fingerless gloves, skull studded belt, and your multiple rings.

You took your sheath and swung it over your head, setting on your (non-dominant) shoulder and sliding your cutlass into the sheath.

“alright” you muttered with a smirk, flipping your hat onto your head. “les do this”

=

You felt your lip twitch as you stared down at the disgusting gang of older men. All talking smack about harry.

--warning! Talk of rape and sexualizing someone half their age!--

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----last warning!---

“hehehe, you think his ass is tight after all these years?”

“ohohohh I bet it is, god what would I give to get my hands on him”

“Remember when he would cry? Oooh that would make me shiver~”

“ha! I remember the blood on my dick from when I popped his cherry!”

One of the disgusting man whipped the beer off his chin, a large grin on his face “I saw him yesterday, still, as yummy as when I last had ‘im, too bad the king was around, I would have gone after him and givin him a treat~”

“its also too bad that that war chief of Umas is around him all the time too, shes a scary one”

“thank you for the compliment~” the men screamed, looking up, catching your glinting sword.

“how-how you get-“ the lights shut off, the men screaming again as you disappeared.

“pigs like you don’t deserve to live”

“W-WAIT WERE SORRY WE WONT-AHHHHGGGH”

----end of the scene! Made it quick---

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-you may continue reading!-

Uma tapped her fingers on her arm, staring ahead as she listens to the bloodcurdling screams of the gang.

You walked out 10 minutes later, scraping the blood off your sword on the wall. “thanks for the assist captain” you smiled at her, she grinned back and snapped her fingers. The blood disappearing from your clothes and skin.

“no prob, no one talks about harry that way” you laughed and fist-bumped her.

“true that!”

“come on, I need to check up on other things” you nodded and dutifully followed her, sheathing your sword and glancing around, smiling as you saw flowers and natural grass beginning to grow around you.

“seems the isle is becoming healthy” you spoke up, grinning as Uma nodded.

“yep, its finally getting sun and rain for the first time in 22 years” Uma was proud, knowing she was apart of the reason that it was happening.

Ben appeared around the corner, his face pale and his hands clenching onto his phone. “did you hear the screams?!”

You and Uma glanced at each other quickly before nodding “yeah, it was just one of the bands here playing one of those horror movies screams with their music”

Ben scrunched his face up confused “bands wha-?”

You chucked and patted his shoulder as you walked past him “you still have much to learn about the isles way young padawon~” Uma smirked and followed you.

“there's a couple of bands here, but they’re notoriously bad” she laughed, gesturing for Ben to follow the two of you.

“oh….alright but they sounded pretty real” Ben muttered nervously, glancing behind him to the warehouse where you had found the gang.

“they usually do” you laughed, walking into the tunnel connecting the warf to the main Isle.

You sighed, smiling as the rotting fish smell had long since disappeared and was replaced with the saltwater of the ocean.

“captain, (y/n)!” the crew yelled, most of them chilling on the rails while the others were having a sword fight.

Bonnie leaned back, grinning widely, pointing her thumb at the deck “Gonzo and Desiree are fighting who you bettin’ on!”

“DESIREE!” you yelled back, walking down the deck and  up the gangplank “20 bucks!” Desiree grinned, spinning away from gonzo.

“won't steer ya wrong chief!” she cheered, parrying another attack from gonzo, he pouted and kept trying to get a solid strike on her, but she was small and fast, so it was hard.

Uma grinned “go Desiree!” gonzo turned to look at Uma quickly, a horrified look on his face.

“capt’in!?! But- ah!” Desiree flipped him on his back and stood on his chest, grinning down at him.

“I win~”

The ones who bet on Desiree cheered, you hollered and cackled as Bonnie chucked a wad of $20 at you. “thank you~” you cooed, stuffing it in your pocket.

Just enough to get Harry some cold stone!

=

When you arrived back in your world, Harry was still asleep, so you took off your hat and sheath and walked out to your car, humming to the Hamilton soundtrack as you drove to Coldstone.

Arriving at the ice cream shop you hopped out of your car and walked in, smiling as there was no line.

“Hello! I'll have a gotta have it birthday cake remix and a love it (fav thing at cold stone)” the worker smiled and nodded, getting to work on your order.

“I love your outfit by the way!” they complimented you, scoping out the cake batter ice cream.

“thank you! I like your headscarf!” she blushed and thanked you, asking you if the ice cream was to go “yep, thank you”

She capped the ice cream and started on yours.

You walked out of the shop minutes later and unlocked your car, placing the bag in the passenger seat and driving back home.

You unlocked the front door and smiled as you saw harry sitting on the couch, watching the last Jedi.

“liking it so far?” Harry jumped slightly, breathing a sigh of relief as he realized it was just you.

“aye, I like the kylo r-……uhhh” Harry's jaw dropped as he caught sight of you, it had been so long since he had seen you in all your pirate gear.

You laughed and did a little spin “you like? Felt appropriate for what I had to do in Auradon.”

“u-um” he coughed into his hands, shifting in his seat slightly “y-yeah, looks good on yeh” you mentally did a fist pump as you could tell he was a little hot and bothered.

(for you smut lovers I might do an a03 exclusive smut chapter? But yall gotta ask for it~~~)

“thank you~ I got ice cream by the way!” harry perked up, making grabby hands at the bag he finally noticed.

“thank you thank you now gimmie!” you snorted and opened the back, handing him the large cup of ice cream.

“your welcome, don’t get it on the couch.”

You plopped next to him and (sipped ate) at your dessert, grinning as harry muttered that he wanted a lightsaber.

Now you knew what to get him for his birthday~

--end of part 15--

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HEAR ME OUT - I’VE GOT AN AU IDEA

Okay, so I have too much on my plate with Demon in Gotham, the sequel, and my and @slytherinsheashire ‘s baby so I can’t write this au out as a story but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head so if any of you write this PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tag me

Daminette endgame (through really can work with any ship in the maribat fandom)

So I know in most Daminette AUs we hate on Adrien because of his flaws in canon (which I am not against)

BUUUUT au where there was no love interest for Adrien/Chat Noir and Ladybug/Marinette to begin with, so they were Best Friends, and still are when Damian comes in

Like he is protective because That's My BFF but he's reasonable and not in love with her

He also actually has her back with Lila. He can't stand up stand up to her (because abusive father) but he hangs out with Marinette whenever he can and they make fun of Lila together when she can't hear them and he is passive-aggressive with her a lot

He likes Damian but by Rule of Best Friends he does threaten him if he hurts his BFF

Alya is still a jerk but Adrien is passive (agreste)sive with her too about fact-checking

Also, Alya totally thinks Mari liked Adrien and doesn’t listen to Mari saying no

CN completely hates Lila btw because not only is she lying about Red Best Friend but she's bullying Pink Best Friend and while Adrien has to be nice CN doesn't!

A mental image: Adrien telling Lila she looks pretty, "today," before running off before she picks up on the insult

He also as CN takes his job more seriously and only banters on patrol and such. He didn't at first but LB took him aside and explained why she was annoyed and he stopped – because that’s what you do when your BFF asks you to!!

When the reveal happens Adrien is like, "you are my mega ultra best friend now"

Because I don't really ship Adrien with anyone but Mari I HC that in this au he's aro ace. If you ship him with someone he can just not be interested in Mari (gaydrien is also an option) but the rest of this will continue as if he is aro ace, change as needed if you write differently

He and Mari are the closest two BFFs can be but she and Damian are the ones with romantic feelings and such

Adrien is actually the one who suggests giving the Fox to Damian when Alya shows no signs on improving

He’s just the bestest of best friends and he never feels like Mari owes him anything and he gives terrible dating advice and they’re just! Best Friends!!

He also recognizes his dad as abusive and is trying to better himself while being under his father’s thumb. He’s essentially counting down the days to freedom at this point

Gabriel is Adrien-phobic, sexuality included. Adrien hasn’t come out to him and he never plans to

A quick list of episode fixes in random order--

Stoneheart – is the same up until they ‘fall in love’ CN is just super excited to have someone as awesome as LB as a friend. Mari doesn’t fall in love but she is a bit awkward with her new BFF at first

Stormy Weather – Alya, Manon, and Marinette all went to the park to bring Adrien a snack in stormy weather because he complained about his diet

CN banters, doesn’t flirt, stops bantering around Copycat when LB asks if he can focus on work when there is an akuma

Horrificator – Adrien was anti kiss no matter who the actress was. Nino, realizing he was making his bro uncomfortable, forgoes the kiss completely, despite Alya suddenly pushing for it once Marinette was volunteered as the lead girl

Animan – Adrien asked Mari if she had a crush on anyone first, because he didn’t want to put her in a situation where she was accidentally leading Nino on. All four of them end up going to the zoo together as planned but Mari locked Alya and Nino in the cage because Alya was annoying her about a ‘crush’ on Adrien

Dark Cupid – LB was venting about Alya trying to get her to confess her nonexistent crush and CN was ranting about ppl sending him letters without even knowing him or his sexuality. He teared up in his rant (when mentioning his father probs) and she hugged him and he saw Dark Cupid and shielded her. She kissed his cheek to break the spell

Prime Queen – Chamack was pushy with them being a couple but they both outright denied it and declared themselves best friends and only that. Mari, resident Bi, came out as lesbian as LB to throw ppl off her trail and make pushy shippers stop. CN hesitated about coming out as ace and, in private, told him he didn’t have to

Volpina – Adrien realized Lila was flirting and shut her down right away, saying he wasn’t interested. Marinette happened to be in the library at the time and she and Tikki saw her steal the book. As LB she confronted Lila about stealing and asked for it back. LB calmly and politely told her not to lie – Lila still gets akumatized. Because Adrien shut Lila down pre-superhero lie CN isn’t suspicious, LB is

Collector – When LB says Gabriel is HM, CN takes a moment to breathe before getting ready to fight. After the akuma he asks if HM can akumatize himself, and they both decide to start tracking akuma when they can

Gamer – lucky charm scene still happens, no romantic connotations to anything. Same with Befana

Bubbler – LB changes the music because Adrien looked so uncomfortable – not out of jealousy. Adrien sees her stitched name in the fabric and asks her privately. This is what starts him on the road of growing independent from his father’s abuse and lack of care

Rogercop – Adrien doesn’t even call his father. He doesn’t want him there and he wouldn’t come anyway, so he doesn’t try. However, he does use the ‘gotta call my father’ excuse to try and help Plagg out of the bracelet

Simon Says – Adrien accepts the hug from his father bug tells Plagg that it would have been warmer to hug a statue after, and he almost wishes his father hadn’t tainted the memory of hugs as a child. The ‘she looks like you’ scene still happens but it’s platonic. Adrien is bouncing and excited in all the Ladrien scenes because BEST FRIEND! RIGHT THERE!!!

Gigantian – the girls don’t do the date thing and are just doing each others’ hair for fun. Alya keeps insisting that Mari do something about her ‘crush’ but the other girls take Marinette’s side and she quits arguing while she’s ahead. Adrien wanders off which is how the akuma glances off Gorilla, then Mari pretends to be sick in the bathroom while going out to become LB

Glaciator – Marinette is upset because her BFF can’t go but she doesn’t get mad so no akuma

Gorilla – Marinette doesn’t really like the commercial because it doesn’t really fit the pun-loving dork that is her BFF but she still manages to be late to the pool then runs around with her BFF in her PJs which she isn’t embarrassed about. She gets mad on Adrien’s behalf when ppl call her his gf

Captain Hardrock – Mari gets a bit of a crush on Luka, Adrien 100% teases her and gives her bad dating advice

Syren – Adrien is upset that he’s out of the loop, but LB told him that she CAN’T tell him and it isn’t her choice to so he doesn’t throw a fit. He does detransform to talk out his feelings with Plagg but he doesn’t threaten to remove the ring or anything

Troublemaker, she has photos of all her classmates on her wall (she actually has the most of Juleka as proof of her picture curse being broken) and she has all her classmates’ schedules because class pres

Reverser – Nathaniel actually apologizes. Like that’s my only change tbh. I ship them but the writers should have included an apology scene, that’s on them (I fully believe Nathaniel apologized but the writers didn’t care enough to include it so f them)

Frozer – they all go to the rink as friends. Adrien invited Kagami for fun and they’re both trying to help Mari with Luka. Kagaminette friendship from that episode onward

Catalyst and Mayura – Alya’s headstrong-ness and Nino’s willingness to do what she says is what brings them down, to show their flaws beforehand. Chloe’s redemption isn’t thrown away like in canon so she has gotten better. CN recognizes his father’s voice but doesn’t react to it because he doesn’t want to expose himself. After Hero’s Day, he tells LB he knows who HM is and accidentally spills his identity – but she doesn't care at the moment because her BFF needs a hug. He doesn’t know LB’s identity but she knows his

Timebreaker, Evillustrator, Mr. Pidgeon, Darkblade, Princess Fragrance, The Mime, Pixelator, Guitar Villain, Reflecta, Kung Food, The Puppeteer, Antibug, Riposte, Robostus, Dark Owl, Sapotis, Gorilla, Frightningale, Zombizou, Queen Wasp, Maledictator, Anansi, Style Queen, and Despair Bear are the same just no lovesquare romance

Chameleon – Adrien doesn’t say the bull about the High Road, because he reconizes Lila is hurting Marinette. “But look at it this way – Ladybug calmly asked her to stop lying. I calmly asked her to stop lying. She gets akumatized no matter what. I think exposing her would just get us more trouble. We should stand up for ourselves, of course, but let the others realize for themselves that she’s a liar. Or at least wait until Hawkmoth is defeated before you expose her. Then she won’t get any superpowers out of it.”

At some point after that Mari says smth that LB said and he realizes who she is but that’s up to the writer to decide because then Damian Wayne enters the scene!

So Mari knows who HM is but she doesn’t know where to begin with that information so she asks Tikki for help. Tikki says one of her previous LBs are still alive and Mari contacts Hippolyta with magic

Hippolyta contacts Wonder Woman and WW realizes this may be better suited to someone who knows humans better so she passes the message along to Bruce

Bruce sighs and rubs his temple. He decides to send Damian

BTW time is actually passing through these episodes so everyone is about a month-ish apart so Mari is 15 almost 16 and Adrien is 16 now

Bruce sends Damian to help them with the final takedown of HM and Mayura

Now, some funny convos with BFF Adrienette

oooOOOooo

Alya: Marinette is being such a jerk to Lila!

Adrien: Huh. Marinette is almost never a jerk unless it's someone like Chloe.

Alya: W-Well she clearly changed!

Adrien: If you say so. I'm assuming you saw this yourself?

Later

Adrien: UGH! Alya has like become Lila's most loyal follower I swear, this is so annoying

Marinette, patting his back: you're being a brave soldier, facing that every day

Adrien: I just wish she'd stop putting her hands on me. I'm literally wearing the aromantic and asexual flags! I'm not interested!

Marinette; I think Kim noticed. He was looking at the situation and went to talk to Miss Bustier.

Adrien: Oh thank the kwami. Enough about me though. Tell me about this cutie from Gotham you like?

oooOOOooo

Adrien: UGHH I have to take Lila to this gala AGAIN!!

Marinette; I'm going too, Damian invited me.

Adrien: THANK THE KWAMI I'll ditch Lila as soon as possible. Your boyfriend is fully willing to roast without his dad disowning him, right?

Marinette: one, we aren't dating yet, and two, yes

Adrien: YES!! Also, Mari don't kid you two will date soon I know these things

oooOOOooo

Adrien's love advice is almost always, "just tell him you love him," because he doesn't understand how nerve-wracking it is. Or he steals a confession scene idea from an anime or fanfic, depends on the situation

Marinette: How should I confess to Damian??

Adrien: Just do it?? Walk right up to him and say you love him. Easy peasy!

Marinette: you do not understand how much I Can Not do that

Adrien: ... alright, plan B is you start working at a coffee shop-

[sorenskyhigh]

Might be a weird request but Tendou as a protective serial killer and his s/o doesn't know. Until she comes across him in front of murder scene. Let's just say kidnapping and he probs wouldn't let me go but would I mind... No. This is a weird request...😐😑😐🤣🤣🤣

NO!!! This is not weird at all!!! Honestly I live this!!! The comedy that could ensue from this has me just wksnejekjekw

Satori Tendo As a Protective Serial Killer Boyfriend

⚠️ If it wasn't already apparent, gore, and descriptions of a panic attack

First of all, he acted a lot like 707 does in Mystic Messenger

Super funny, super flirty, and makes you laugh like crazy

But you ask him out on a date and now he's borderline rude, very cold

Satori loves you, he does

But to bring you into he dark world he lives in.....he could never

He stays near you so he can protect you, but he stays farther away

He does everything he can to make you want to leave, to not want him

You keep pushing though

You'll be damned if you're letting this one get away

You knew he had trauma, you just didn't know how deep

Tendo also doesn't kill anyone in relation to you unless it's absolutely necessary

He may be a serial killer, but he only kills people he thinks are bad and don't deserve the breath they take from everyone else

It's around 10 at night. You're walking towards your apartment building. This was a nice neighborhood, but that doesn't mean there still aren't unsavory people lurking in the shadows in the alleyways between the beautiful French architecture.

The cobblestone street under your feet click clacked as you walked on. People passing you by every once in awhile.

It was a little chilly. The wind whistled as it struggled to pass through the tight knit homes and shops. The wind complimented a full moon that shined brightly in the pitch black sky.

You avoided eye contact with anyone you passed, but you made sure to check down every alley as you passed.

A scream sounded from a backstreet further down.

Naturally you froze in your tracks. The scream had been broken off at the end but a bubbly, wet sound. Your heart beat against your ribs, very painfully. Your breath became ragged and your throat burned.

You wanted to run the otherwise, call the police, something, but what if you were the only person standing between whoever that was and death?

What if you running away could mean their demise?

Your conscience got the better of you and you started inching along the front of buildings with your back towards the brick buildings.

You checked an alley and saw nothing, so you went to the next building and checked the narrow backstreet.

You almost screamed. You honestly would have if you could get enough breath to.

There, with blood splattered all over him, a crouched Satori Tendo.

He was tending to the body. He was removing the persons fingers, the eyes and teeth already in a jar that sat next to his feet.

Tendo was singing a song in Japanese. You have no idea what he was saying, you only spoke French.

His voice sounded haunting as it resounded quietly in the space around him. Echoing off the walls of the buildings.

His breath was visible from the chill in the air, though you, you felt a different kind of chill.

The kind that ran up your spine like boney children's fingers.

The kind of chill that caused that tingling feeling all over your arms as your hairs raised on end.

The kind of chill that made you feel nauseous.

You had no idea what to do. What was someone supposed to do in this situation? You were watching someone that you loved, dearly, dismember a random person that probably did nothing to deserve this kind of treatment.

A small breath finally escaped you. The smoke billowing out into the opening of the street.

You hurriedly pulled yourself back, trying not to make any noise.

All you could hear was the rapid thrumming of your heart.

Tendo switched to French so you could understand him."Now, now, now. Why did you have to go and start sneaking around. If you would have ignored his scream, you could have lived a long and fulfilling life. Probably".

His footsteps were getting louder. Your fight or flight kicked in and you jumped to your feet and started running.

Your feet smacked loudly against the stones, but yours weren't the only one. You could hear his loud and clear behind you.

As much as you wanted to think that Satori wouldn't hurt you, he did just murder and sliced someone to bits.

Your lungs burned and you could tell he was too close. Your feet hurt as you slammed them against the street. Your eyes started to water.

You stopped and turned on a dime. Tendou saw your face an stopped just short, your noses almost touching. His eyes were the ones wide with fear this time.

His hands were dripping with blood, a knife clenched in one.

You started to shake. Obviously you're scared. Who wouldn't be??? Your breath came out fast and in short, quick spurts.

Tendou very slowly and cautiously took a step back from you. His eyes had saddened as he stared into your soul.

"Call the police if you must. I refuse to hurt you, my Paradise." His words were barely above a whisper. You almost didn't catch what he said over your rapidly beating heart.

You couldn't speak, your mouth was suddenly so dry. It felt like sand had filled your senses, your lungs.

You were having a panic attack. You quickly grabbed the cloth over your chest and bent over. You couldn't get any breath and your mind couldn't focus on anything.

It happened so fast. Satori grabbing your wrist and leading you down the street with the dead person, picking up the jar full of fingers teeth, and eyes. He continued down and made many turns.

Your mind, from lack of oxygen, couldn't comprehend what was going on. Everything was so fast and so complicated. You felt dizzy. You felt even more nauseous.

He brought you to a duplex. He unlocked the door and guided you.

You could barely stand at this point. The blood; his hand covered in it.

Satori led you to his couch. Out of habit you sat down.

You don't know where he went or what he was doing. You didn't know what he would do to you. The only thing you did know was, that person's blood was on your wrist and the sleeves of your sweater. That as all you could focus on.

Your vision started to blurr and blacken out around the edge.

Everything from the wind, the creaks, the pipes; it all was so loud.

You barely noticed a how Satori cleaned the blood off your wrist. His hand was gentle and warm.

Your mind happened to think of the first time he had held your hand.

It was the first time you both had met. He had asked if he could brush a kiss across your knuckles. He said he would never touch someone, especially someone as amazing as you, without your consent.

You were being enrapt by the memory. It was calming.

His eyes had had a slight mischief and he brushed his soft lips across your fingers. His eyes has never left yours.

He then sandwich your hand between his two massive ones, leaning forward slightly so his breath would just barely dance across your skin.

"You were once shattered and then you had to use fire to melt the pieces so you could put yourself back together again, right? You're just like me."

His words that day were why you were here. His words were why you hadn't run when he gave you the chance. That day is why you were now breathing calmly on his couch as he sat on the floor on the opposite side of the room from you.

His large, ruby red eyes glistened with worry as you calmed yourself down.

Pt. 2 maybe?????? If enough people want me to continue this I will

Thank you to @thatfunnysprout for sending in another request and thank you for collaborating with me ❤

My request are currently open, don't be afraid to ask

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Serial Killer (Part 1)

Keigo Takami x Ex-Hero!Todoroki!Reader

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Synopsis: After being held captive by the LoV for over a year, the heroes realized that they had messed you up in ways no one would expect. You used to be a hero, but now you were the villain. What was Keigo to do with you when you couldn’t even remember him anymore? 

Song: Serial Killer by Moncrieff x Judge (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0kuxeMEIcg)

Trigger Warning: Blood, stalking, almost murder, angst

A/n: Bro, writing the first part in detail made me sick, but don't worry it will get better ;). Probs gonna have more than one part, hope you like it.

You twirled the knife in your hands, stalking after the civilian running away from you. You felt like a robot, no emotion evident on your face as you hunted your prey. All you were chasing was the high of taking a life, that's what the League taught you. 

That's what Dabi taught you.

The girl hid behind a wall and you could hear her holding her own breath. She seemed to forget who you were. “Come out come out wherever you are” your sing-songy voice turned sinister at the end as you ignited the fire in your hand, bright yellow flames licked the bricks as you stalked closer to her. 

“WHY USE A KNIFE?!” 

You chuckled darkly at the girl's brave words, but you could hear the fear laced in them. Her back was still pressed against the wall, but the silence that followed made her confused. She pushed off the wall, ready to see if you were gone. Your hand slammed her back into the sharp brick, blade pressed to her neck while your laugh reverberated in her ears. 

“Because fire isn’t as fun when I can see the life drain from your eyes this way.”

Her whimpers matched her struggle, trying to push you away but only making the situation better. Your e/c eyes glistened in pure ecstasy, taking in the fear on her face as you pressed the silver deeper into her skin. Some blood flowed out and down the blade, causing her to gasp and cry.

Your soft chuckle filled the air but fell short when her eyes changed from fear to another emotion. You cocked your head at her, confused as to why she changed. Did she finally give up hope? You started to press the knife in deeper, ready to feel that high-

Your body was thrown against the wall 10 feet away, hearing a man scream for the woman to run. Your knife flew as well, causing you to scramble towards it once you realized what was happening, but before you touched it, it was kicked away.

You ignited your fist, standing swiftly to face your opponent but you were kicked away once more this time slamming your head into the concrete below. It was a hero, you knew it had to be, but why was it so hard to even throw a punch? Your head spun a bit as you stared up at the stars knowing that it would be the last time you’d see them.

A figure came into your field of sight, but you couldn’t focus on what he looked like. He sounded familiar, but that wouldn't have made sense since you were raised to be a villain. That's what Dabi said...

And Dabi wouldn’t lie.

“Tsk tsk... Your father’s going to be one unhappy man”

Your eyebrows crinkled at his words. You didn’t have a father, he had died in a fire, a fire of your creation, so what was the hero even talking about? He leaned down allowing you to see the blonde scruff along his chin and the red visor covering his golden eyes. He took you in, but it felt sweet and concerning. As if he was worried.

You knew this man.

Your eyes began to close as his arms wrapped under your body. “Don't worry doll...” his words, sweet and soft floated in your ears as you began to drift off into unconsciousness.

“I’ll help you remember me”

A beeping filled your ears as well as some hushed discussions going on around you. The world was dark and you soon realized it was because your eyes were closed, but you wanted to open them. You wanted to see the people around you and you couldn’t.

“She doesn't remember me” 

“I believe they brainwashed her more than we thought...”

“Well... Are we going to hold her responsible-?”

“What a ridiculous thing to say?! She was a HERO for fuck's sake-”

“She killed people Keigo”

Keigo... That name... Why did it sound familiar? Your fingers twitched, fighting to see who these three men were. They seemed to stop and you figured they saw you moving, and that's when you noticed the tight restraints on your wrists. Panic flooded your veins, causing you to thrash a bit. Your back arched in the bed, fighting to be free and fighting to see. 

A warm hand grabbed yours, drawing shapes in the palm of your hand as you groaned and moaned. “You’re safe now Y/n... Shh, my love, you’re going to be okay” the hero who you knew now was Keigo whispered in your ear. It was meant to be comforting, but it only caused you to panic more. “N-no. I need Tomu” you whimpered out, trashing your head around and yanking your hand from Keigo's. Why couldn’t you see?!

Finally, after fighting a bit and Keigo trying to calm you down, your eyes finally snapped open. Instantly, you were greeted by heartbroken golden eyes, as if you had done something to hurt this hero. You thrashed a bit more, whimpering as you pushed away from him, afraid he would hurt you-

“THAT'S ENOUGH”

Your blood ran cold, that voice. That tone. You froze in your spot but urged yourself to look at the newcomer standing in the doorway. Endeavor. The man Dabi hated so much for some reason. You gulped as the bigger man entered the room and subconsciously scooted closer to Keigo as if he would protect you from the large man.

Keigo's arm wrapped around your side, pulling you closer to him hoping it would help calm you. Your eyes traveled around to the other two men in the room, All-Might and a brown-haired man stood in the corner, watching Endeavor with stoic faces. Endeavor stopped at the end of your bed, arms crossed as flames shot out from his angry face.

Your body shook in Keigo's arms, causing the blonde to grow concerned about the whole situation. He loved Endeavor, hell, he thought he was better than All-Might. But when it came to you, it didn’t matter who it was.

“Go easy on her” 

Keigo’s soft voice seemed to only make the number one hero angrier, and you could tell it did. You curled back into Keigo, feeling the heat grow before you as the fire hero grew more hostile. Keigo's eyes flicked to you, bothered at how scared you looked. This was your father... Why did he evoke so much negative emotion from you?

“Watch it Hawks. She is my daughter and I will do as I please” 

“I don't have a father” your small voice squeaked, suddenly afraid that the man before you could somehow be the man you supposedly killed. Did Dabi lie? Endeavor’s chuckle was anything but happy, instead, it felt heavy with anger and disgust. His large hands grasped the end of the bed, stabilizing himself as he leaned towards you two. 

“You might not remember anything, but don't you dare forget who you are”

Keigo squeezed your side, reminding you that you weren’t alone here. That Endeavor couldn’t hurt you without one of the three other men seeing. You nodded before looking at your shackled wrists, you were a villain...

Right?

“You said I was a pro-hero, but I don't remember being anything but the bad guy” 

Your question caused Keigo’s breath to hitch and you could hear the gears turning in everyone's head as they tried to explain to you what exactly happened. “Is no one going to tell her or do I have to tell her everything here?” Endeavor snarled, ripping his hands from the metal frame leaving it slightly melted in the form of his hands. 

Oh... He was mad mad.

“We were hoping to have more time” the brunette in the corner stated while looking at a silent All-Might who only nodded at the ground, afraid of looking up at you. Endeavor stormed towards All-Might as if his inability to look at you made the man disgusted. 

“Look at her!” Endeavor snarled, gripping All-Mights bony chin and forcing him to look up from the ground. The girl you couldn’t save! Weren’t you more of a father to her than I was. And now look at you! Pull yourself together and tell her what YOU failed to do” All-Might’s eyes reluctantly met yours, pain evident in the blue orbs. You knew then, that everything was a lie. But once his mouth opened.

You wished that you would have never known the truth.

[golbrocklovely]

give your heart a break // colby brock - chapter four: the change

A/N: as promised here is the next chapter! this chapter is a lot longer than the previous, and also includes a bunch of smut, which is probs what you guys are here for in a fwb story lol alrighty i hope you enjoy. let me know what you think. see yall later ;)

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trigger warning: SMUT, cursing, partying, drinking, mentions of fighting

word count: 2352

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five months, three weeks, two days

The music thumped loudly off the walls of the house, making it hard to think. I was a couple drinks deep, feeling a nice buzz coursing through my veins.

I came to this party with Colby, Mike, and Kevin; all of whom have left me to go have fun with other people. I had circled the party twice trying to find them, finally landing on Mike and Kevin at the corner of the kitchen.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my favorite losers. Where’s the third one?” I joked, walking up to them.

“I wouldn’t be so sure I’m the loser. Your boy toy has been trying to get with that all night.” Mike pointed out, his eyes glancing behind me.

I turned around to see Colby and a blonde girl dancing with each other. His hands rested on her hips as she swayed back and forth against him.

“Who’s that girl?” Kevin asked.

I exhaled. “Ashley.”

“You know her?” Mike questioned, an eyebrow raised.

“No… I just remember her.” I replied.

On rare occasions, Colby would bring a girl to pizza night, testing out the waters to see if she meshed well with our group. All of the girls he would bring never made it past one night, but Ashley did. But then all of a sudden, she stopped coming around. Apparently, she was an up-and-coming model who had just gotten a gig from some make-up brand and had to leave immediately.

I guess she just came back.

I remember how infatuated Colby was with her, how everything she did was attractive to him. He could never keep his hands off her. That’s still the case now.

“Are you okay, Zo?” Kevin mumbled, nudging me slightly.

I finally tore my gaze away from them. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because your man is grinding up on another girl?” Mike argued.

I huffed. “One, Colby’s not my man. Secondly, he’s allowed to do whatever he wants. Third, we’re-”

“Just friends. We know, we know.” Mike shushed me, smirking.

I glanced back over at Colby, seeing him lean in to kiss Ashley, only for her to slide her finger up to his lips and stop him, shaking her head and walking away. Colby slowly followed behind her.

I spun back to Mike and Kevin. “Care to take some shots?”

The night moved on slowly, the party getting crazier with more and more people coming in. I kept my buzz going, not wanting to get too drunk but definitely not wanting to be sober.

When a spot opened up on the couch, I took it, relaxing back against the cushions. I scrolled through my phone slowly, not paying attention to anything else around me. I felt someone sit down next to me, poking me lightly.

“Hey Zoe?” Colby’s voice started.

I responded, not lifting my head. “Yeah Colbs?”

“Have you seen Ashley around? I went to get a drink five minutes ago and I haven’t seen her since.” He remarked.

“No. I don’t know where she is.” I mentioned.

A silence fell over us. I glanced at Colby who was playing with the rings on his fingers, his face a mixture of bored and mopey. I took a long swig from my drink.

“Are you really just gonna wait around until you find her again?” I nagged.

He sighed. “That’s the plan.”

My eyes searched the party that was happening in front of us, hoping to see Ashley so I could point her out to Colby. My eyes finally landed on her petite form… kissing another guy.

“Hate to break it to you, but she didn’t wait for you.” I stated, pointing at her.

Colby’s eyes followed my gaze and his whole demeanor switched. “What the fuck?”

He jumped up, rushing over to Ashley and the boy she was kissing. He shoved the boy back, breaking their kiss.

Shit, this isn’t gonna be good.

I followed suit, standing behind Colby as he exclaimed. “Brady, really?! What are you doing with her?”

“What? It’s not that big of a deal, bro. You two aren’t together.” Brady retorted.

Colby scoffed. “But you know how much I like her.”

“No, I know how much you want to fuck her. Besides, Ashley came on to me.” Brady stated smugly.

Colby’s head turned to Ashley. “Ashley, how could you? I thought we had something going on.”

“We did. But Brady’s better than you, in numbers and in size.” She jeered, smiling. “Also, I don’t want some lost puppy following me around like you’ve been all night.”

Brady shrugged. “Face it, dude. She’s just not that into you.”

“Shut the fuck up, Brady.” Colby barked, stepping up to him.

I grabbed Colby’s arm, pulling him away from Brady. “Okay, whoa. Alright, Colby. Back up. Let it go. He’s not worth it.”

Colby barely paid attention to me, stumbling back as I pushed him. “Fuck you, Brady. And fuck you too, Ashley.”

Brady began to step towards Colby. “C’mon Colby, let’s go!” I yelled.

I pulled him away by the sleeve of his jacket, yanking him into the nearest bathroom and locking the door.

As I spun to Colby, he was pacing around the bathroom angrily.

“Colby, what the fuck was that about?” I shouted.

“Literally all night Ashley has been teasing me, saying that she’s so happy to be back because she missed me. Before this party, she was texting me all this flirty shit and I thought we were gonna continue where we left off, but apparently, I’m not good enough!” He ranted.

I furrowed my brows. “So because she led you on, you were gonna fight Brady?”

“He knows I like… liked, her. And then he goes and does that shit to me? Fuck him. I was only friendly with him because Aryia thought he was cool, but no more.” Colby jeered.

I crossed my arms, stepping towards him. “I’ve never seen you this upset before, especially over some girl.”

“I’m not upset, I’m… frustrated.” Colby sat on the edge of the tub. “Like, all night she has been up on me and then the second I started to show it back, she backs off like it’s some kind of joke.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you could go out there and hook up with literally any other girl.” I informed him sarcastically.

He huffed. “Yeah, I’m not doing that… even though I need to.”

Silence fell over the two of us, all that could be heard was the muffled music from outside. Something about the way his voice deepened on that word made a shiver run up my spine. A thought crossed my mind and before I could stop myself, I sauntered up to him and spoke.

“What do you need right now?”

His eyes followed the length of my body up towards my face, his eyes locking on mine. His face was hard to read. The way he stared made my body heat up instantly.

“You know what I need.” He murmured lowly.

I could hear my heartbeat in my throat as I replied. “Then let me be the one to help you.”

Colby stood up suddenly, his chest brushed against mine, causing my heart to skip. He gazed down at me as his hand lightly touched my own.

“Zoe… I don’t know if we should.” He admitted.

I bit my lip. “You’re the one that’s frustrated, not me.”

He exhaled, glancing away. “If we do this… there’s no going back.”

My arms slowly wrapped around his neck as I leaned my forehead against his.

His hands traced my body, stopping on my hips. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

“Fuck it.”

Colby latched his lips onto my neck, kissing slowly. He nibbled on the nape of my neck, a light sound escaping my lips. As he continued, he slowly backed me up until my body was against the wall. He pressed himself into me as my hands traveled down his torso. Pulling on his jacket, I began to slide it off his shoulders. His jacket dropped to the floor with a soft thump.

He pulled his face away from my neck, his cheek resting against mine. His hands glided down to my thighs, gripping them tightly and pulling them up to around his waist. My fingers traced up and down his chest, finding the first button of his shirt and undoing it slowly. He gazed at me through hooded eyes as I finished unbuttoning his shirt. He lifted me off the wall and carried me over to the counter, sitting me down.

My nails raked across his abs, biting my lip as I watched his muscles clench. He tugged at the bottom of my shirt, pealing it off my body quick. With his lips back on my neck, he began to kiss down towards my breasts. As he kissed the tops of them, his hand drifted up my thigh, going under my skirt and cupping my sex through my panties.

A whimper spilled from my lips at the sensation. Colby kissed back up towards my ear, stopping to nip at my collarbone. “You’re already wet.”

“Neck kisses turn me on.” I muttered.

He pulled away, a tiny smile on his face. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Colby buried his head back into my neck and chest, leaving kisses in his wake. I could feel his manhood grinding against my thigh. I smirked, guiding my hand to the button and zipper of his jeans, slowly undoing them and slipping my hand inside. I grasped him, feeling him twitch in my hand. A groan fell from his lips as I slid my hand into his boxers and started to stroke him.

He stopped all of his movements, just letting me play with him for a bit. I could feel him getting harder, precum beginning to leak from his tip. He clutched my wrist as he spoke. “I need you, Zo.”

The desperation and hunger in his voice made my clit throb, my panties getting more wet. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom, ripping the packaging open with his teeth. I shimmied my underwear down my legs, tossing it somewhere near his jacket.

Colby glanced into my eyes one final time as he lined himself up with my pussy, sliding in gently. We both let out deep moans of pleasure. We stayed still, letting each other get use to the feeling. After a moment, he began to thrust. I closed my eyes in pleasure, just feeling his shaft inside me. Colby’s hands gripped my waist and the counter, keeping his thrusts steady. Once I opened my eyes, I caught sight of his lips, needing them.

As I leaned in to kiss him, he backed off, stopping his movements.

“What’s wrong?” I asked breathlessly.

“I um…” He mumbled.

Colby looked everywhere but my eyes, something he almost never did. I suddenly realized what the problem was.

“You don’t want me to kiss you?” I stared at him, my eyes never leaving his face.

He didn’t react, his body remained still.

I asked again. “Why won’t you kiss me?”

He stayed quiet, but his eyes soon landed on mine. It was like the words were at the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t spit it out.

“If you can stick your cock in me, you can kiss me.” I sassed, rolling my eyes.

Colby let out a short breath, his eyes turning dark with lust again. “You have a dirty mouth.”

“Then kiss it.” I taunted.

We gazed into each other’s eyes, waiting for him to make the first move. Colby’s hand glided up from my hips to my face, cupping me softly as his thumb rubbed the apple of my cheek. He licked his lips hastily and pulled my face to his. Our lips finally connected. A light hum escaped my mouth from the contact.

His lips were soft and plump, like how I imagined them before. I bit his bottom lip gently, pulling him closer. I wrapped my legs around him as our kissing became more passionate.  His tongue slipped into my mouth, my nails digging into his sides.

Colby pulled abruptly away, resting his forehead against mine. Staring into my eyes, he began to fuck me again. He grunted as his thrust picked up pace, my legs tightening their hold around his waist.

I couldn’t help the noises that spilled from my lips. He was hitting all of the right places inside me, making me a moaning mess.

My own body bucked against him, meeting his pace. Colby thrusted deeper as I gasped his name, unable to form any other words.

“You like this, don’t you?” He hissed into my ear.

I moaned. “Yeah.”

“You’ve wanted this for a long time, huh?” Colby bit my earlobe sensually.

“Uh huh.” I whined.

“My cock is making you feel this good.” He smirked.

I nodded shakily.

He grunted. “You feel so fucking good, Zoe.”

“Colby, go faster!” I whimpered.

His thrusts turned into slams as he sped up. My one hand gripped the mirror behind me while the other pulled at his hair. Colby’s teeth nipped at my neck, leaving love bites all over. His hands drifted up to my breasts, squeezing them tightly.

“Fuck you're gonna make me cum.” He groaned.

I uttered airily. “I’m so close, Colby.”

He dug his fingers into my hips, pounding into my cunt forcefully. I could feel my orgasm building up to its peak. I was unable to say anything other than his name, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

With one last call of his name, I exploded in pleasure. I bucked wildly against him, moaning crazily as his high finally hit him too. He grunted darkly into my ear, his hips slamming into mine aggressively.

As both of our orgasms came to an end, we stared longingly into each other’s eyes. I leaned in lazily and kissed his lips softly. When I went to pull away, he kept me close, keeping our lips on each other longer.

<< CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 5 >>

[banashee]

Part 4 of my @badthingshappenbingo​

Prompt: Undeserved Reputation

Please mind the tags and warnings!

 Moving on together

 The people at SHIELD know better than to outright bully someone. No, they are way more subtle about it. Usually.

 Clint doesn’t expect anything less than cold, dirty looks when he sets foot onto the Helicarrier for the first time since the Battle of New York. For the first time since Natahsa knocked him unconscious to get Loki out of his brain, the first time since the world almost ended.

  It is bound to be an interesting day.

 Piercing eyes glare as Clint is making his way past, but no one dares to say anything. He is walking with the other Avengers and he is well aware that this is the only reason they keep it down. Once they’ll get him alone, well. That will be another story.

 He can’t hear them - his aids are good, but they are not      that    finetuned - but he knows that there are whispers and hushed conversations as soon as his back is turned. Very carefully, he doesn’t react. His fingers are twitching in an attempt not to curl into fists and his jaw is clamped shut so tightly that it makes his teeth and muscles hurt. Under different circumstances, Clint wouldn’t care about them.

 Any other day, if only things had gone differently, he would be a lot more level headed, but as it is, Clint is responsible for a lot of deaths, injuries and damages. Mind controlled or not, it doesn’t matter. Certainly not to his - former? - coworkers.

 The thoughts make his heart race way too fast, and Clint is faintly aware that his hands are getting sweaty.

 The next time he’s at SHIELD, he is alone but the rest is pretty much the same. Looks, distant muttering he can’t make out. In the meeting room, no one wants a seat close to him and people do their best to ignore his presence whenever possible - talking over him, not passing the relevant papers to him - it’s small things like that, but Clint notices. Of course he does.

 He keeps his face neutral and pretends like it doesn’t sting.

 When Clint walks out that night, in a half dark, empty hallway, he isn’t surprised when the group of four Agents jumps him.

 “Traitor” they call him while two of them hold him in place while the others break his nose and dislocate a kneecap. There are other, much more crass and personal insults, but “traitor” sticks - it hits a nerve.

 Clint doesn’t even try to fight back, and that’s probably the worst part. He deserves this, he thinks, so he doesn’t even bother to fight them off. Maybe they’ll leave it once they get the anger out of their systems.

 The attack doesn’t take long, but Clint knows how little time is really necessary to cause damage.

 The other Agents leave him in the dark hallway, bleeding, dizzy and in pain. It’s only when Fury himself of all people comes across him, that he is brought into medical. The director doesn’t say anything that Clint could remember, and his face is unreadable as always.

 They treat his injuries and treat him like air after that. Clint isn’t surprised.

 He leaves right after. No one stops him from limping down the hallway and out into the night.

 Clint is empty and numb. He forgets to take his painkillers, forgets to eat. The painkillers barely make a dent, anyway. He wasn’t given anything by SHIELD doctors, so he has to make do with over the counter stuff. It’s a joke.

 All he wants to do is sleep for about a year, but not even that works out.

 If he wasn’t so goddamn tired, he probably would have seriously hurt himself by now. He’s not sure if it’s a good thing that he doesn’t.

 Soon after, the world security council finally gets tired of waiting. Clint knows this, and truth be told, he’d expected to be taken away and locked up much, much sooner. But it happens, and just like when he was attacked, he doesn’t resist.

 They constantly prob him with questions and needles, voices just as cold as their touch. Clint answers questions mechanically, wondering when it’ll stop and what they’re going to do to him. He hopes that at least, it'll be quick.

 What he doesn’t expect is to be sent off with a slap on the back after three months.

 There must be a mistake, he thinks, and even back home in his apartment, Clint can’t sleep, can’t relax. People are calling him, but he never answers. At some point, he opens a message from an unknown number:

     “Since you’re not answering calls: Drop by the Tower any time you want to, we’re bringing the band together. Speaking of, bring Romanoff, she keeps ignoring me.”  

 Must be Stark, he figures, but isn’t sure what to say. So he just types,

     “OK”  

 and throws his phone back onto the table.

 Clint stays awake for days on end, until he physically can’t handle it for any longer and passes out. If he is lucky, he ends up on the couch or in bed. He’ll curl up on the bathroom floor if he’s not.

 Any given time, he expects to be taken away again and he can barely breathe with fear.

 When one day, his front door opens and the vibrations of footsteps come closer, he expects rough hands and a cold voice. A blade against his throat, the nozzle of a gun against his temple, anything.

 What he doesn’t expect is Natasha in his personal space.

 “Oh, hi.” His voice feels like sandpaper.

 “Did they send you to finish me off?” Clint asks her, and stares at him in disbelief for a moment. Then, a deep sadness seems to be radiating off of her.

 “No, of course not.” she looks right at him, making it easier to read lips. Natasha reaches out, slowly enough for him to pull away - he doesn’t. Her touch against his cheek is the most warm and gentle thing he’s felt in months, and Clint can’t help but lean into it. He hadn't even realized how touch-starved he must have been the whole time.

 Natasha leans into him, too. Open and unguarded affection is rare with her, but Clint has always been one of the very few lucky people to recieve it. Despite their history, he still isn’t sure he deserves it.

 “And even if they did - I wouldn’t do it. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner.”

 Natasha moves closer, until they sit in a tight embrace. Clint isn’t 100% sure, but he is quite certain that both of them are crying. Most importantly though, he believes her. How could he not? His best friend is all he’s got left at this point.

 *+~

 It’s a strange thing, how so many years spent frozen in cryo, again and again after each mission, can leave such an impression. When it comes down to it, Bucky wasn’t awake for more than a few years at most, but it feels a lot longer than that. He feels older than he is - tired. So tired of everything that life has thrown on him.

 Due to some sort of miracle, Bucky manages to escape from Hydra for long enough to become a little bit more Bucky and a little less Soldier. The longer it lasts, the more he remembers, and he is terrified out of his mind.

 He doesn’t sleep - instead, he watches the news on a grainy, old TV in the little apartment he found, reads the papers.

 They’re looking for him, wanting to lock him up for all of the murders and crimes. Bucky can’t blame them - he knows how much of a security risk he is, hence him staying away from people as much as he can. Part of him agrees that he should be locked up in a windowless cell to rot. The other, slightly selfish part of him wants to experience freedom, wants to live. Just live, nothing more.

 None of the things he did for Hydra was his choice. But then again, the Soldier doesn’t know choice, only obedience. Bucky is tired of it.

 Sometimes, he thinks back to that fateful day in DC. He’d almost killed Steve, then. That in itself is bad enough, but the worst part is, the stubborn bastard would have let him.

 This, of all things, scares Bucky the most. It’s why he hides from Steve, too, because he knows he is trying to find him.

 Eventually, he does.

 How in the world Steve manages to convince him to come with him to the Avengers Tower in Manhattan, he couldn’t tell. It might have something to do with the fact that he always had a hard time to say “no” to his best friend - 90 pounds soaking wet or built like a brick wall, it doesn’t matter. On the inside, he’s still the stubborn, loyal kid from Brooklyn who is family to him. He’ll always love that guy, no matter what, so he finally agrees to come with him.

 “Home”, Steve says, but this might be pushing it. Bucky will be happy if he doesn’t accidentally kill anybody when he next freaks out.

 When he first arrives there, tense and ready to bolt at any second, things don’t go nearly as bad as he’d feared. No one seems to be worried or awkward, which is impressive. They simply welcome him, as if he was any other new housemate and that’s it - if the surprise is showing on his face, no one comments on it.

 Steve shows him around for a bit, which he is grateful for. Having someone he knows close by helps, and he relaxes a bit. At least, he does until he finds out that they gave him an apartment big enough to fit any entire army - all for himself. Bucky is more than a little overwhelmed by it. He’s never had so much space for himself, never would have dared to dream of it. But now it’s given to him, just like that, and he can’t help but blurt out

 “I don’t deserve this  - Steve, there must be a mistake, this can’t be for me”

 “It is, Buck. It’s all yours. You deserve nice things.” Steve gently puts an arm around him and Bucky dives into the hug, if only to hide the fact that he is starting to tear up.

 Getting used to being a person again is hard.

 After the majority of hydra’s brainwashing has worn off, Bucky has spent those days and weeks in a constant state of either numb or terrified and very little in between. Always tense, always on the lookout for another threat.

 Now, he is in a safe environment with people who know who he is and what he did and they don’t seem to mind. It’s strange, to walk into a room and get offered a seat, a drink or a plate of food - whatever it is that everyone else is having.

 At first, he doesn’t talk much, and people seem to accept that. As it is, Stark talks enough on his own for all of them combined, so that helps, too. Bucky likes to listen, though, just being part of the group without inserting himself too much. It works, for the most part, but some days, he can’t stand being in the company of others for too long. He gets anxious then, and Steve especially worries about him. But even though he knows he means well, Steve hovering and trying with everything he’s got to fix everything wrong doesn’t help at all. Most days, Bucky doesn’t have the heart to tell him this.

 One particularly bad day, Bucky hides in a utility closet of all places when he can hear his best friend calling for him. He means well, he knows that, but he just can’t deal with his hovering now. So Bucky leaps to the nearest door, opens it and closes it behind him as quickly and quietly as  humanly possible. He finds himself in a dark, cramped room and he almost gets hit with a mop when he turns to what he hopes might be something usable to sit on. Only, it’s soft and when he lowers himself the “chair” clears its throat and then says,

 “So, this is awkward.”

 Bucky almost jumps out of his skin, but he is ridiculously proud that he didn’t start screaming - or more likely, throwing punches.

 “Fuck! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were in here.” he scrambles up from what he is pretty sure was Barton’s lap, almost knocking over a bucket with cleaning supplies.

 “No harm done. Are you ok?” Clint asks, and scoots over to the side to make space for Bucky to sit down before he breaks his neck on a broom or something.

 The ridiculousness of the situation actually startles a bark of laughter out of Bucky - it’s been a long time.

 “Sorry. I’m just… Hiding, I guess. What about you?”

 “Same.”

 Bucky can feel the other man shrug next to him, and he looks over in his direction. His eyes are slowly getting used to the dark.

 “How come?” he finds himself asking, before he can even stop himself. ‘This is none of your business’ he scolds himself in the privacy of his own head, but there is nothing about this situation that isn’t weird. To his great surprise, Clint actually answers.

 “Had a meeting at SHIELD. It… didn’t go too well… I guess I don’t want to answer any questions about it or see anyone getting mad on my behalf. It is what it is.” he shrugs again, but he doesn’t sound half as casual as he is trying for.

 Bucky has read his file - he’s read everyone's file - and his guess is that this is absolutely fair. He wouldn’t want to talk, either. As a matter of fact, he is hiding for very similar reasons.

 “Yeah, I get that.” he says, leaning his head on the wall behind him, closing his eyes for a moment.

 Next to him, Clint hums in agreement.

 “You would.” and then, after a pause, he continues, “Hey, tell you what. If you ever get tired of hanging out next to the cleaning supplies, there is a pretty decent access point to the rooftop near the elevator at my level. The view is nice.”

 This is not what Bucky expected to hear at all and it takes him off guard. It’s not just a nice gesture, it’s the offer to use a (more or less) secret hiding place where people won’t come looking right away.

 “Thank you.” he says quietly. “You wouldn’t mind?”

 “No. I get the urge to get away when things are shitty, so…” he shrugs. “Besides, I don’t mind your company.”

 With that, and a light tap to his metal shoulder, Clint get’s up, climbs over the fallen mop and to the door before Bucky can say anything to that last statement. Then, Clint turns around, with a mischievous grin on his face.

 “I could make a real corny joke about coming out of the closet right now.”

 Laughing kinda hurts his throat, but it feels so good to be able to do this - Bucy surprises himself with it.

 “You’re terrible!” he accuses, but doesn’t mean it at all.

 “I know. See ya around, Barnes.”

 The next time they meet, it’s fuck-o clock in the morning and Bucky is staring at the toaster oven in the communal kitchen as if attempting to set it on fire with his eyes. The bagels in it are not impressed and don’t toast any quicker.

 Clint is shuffling past Bucky, with a low grunt that could mean just about everything, and makes a beeline for the coffee machine. The noise and movement is enough for Bucky to stop glaring at his food and look over though.

 Clint looks like a hot mess - well, more so than he usually does. He’s in pyjamas that could stay up on their own at this point, and his hair sticks up in every direction, as if he spent a good amount of time tossing and turning in bed before giving up on sleep. The purple bags under his eyes are another indicator for that.

 He watches silently, as Clint pours not one or two, but six whole espresso shots into one of the giant mugs they keep in the kitchen. Bucky’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline.

 “Does that even taste good?” he asks, unsurprised when Clint shakes his head.

 “No. But it works.” He shrugs, trying to seem casual, but he can’t hide the tremors in his hands as he pours mug after mug in the bigger one on the counter.

 ‘Do you want to talk?’ is a dumb question, for one, and Bucky can already guess that the answer is ‘no’ so he doesn’t ask it. He knows these kinds of nights - hell, he is having one himself, hence the midnight snack.

 The ‘pling’ of the toaster oven makes both of them jump a bit, and Bucky prepares his food while Clint starts making another mug of too-much-espresso for himself.

 Both of them sit down by the table, eventually. They don’t talk, but having silent company of someone who understands, makes breathing a little easier.

 When the sun goes up behind the large windows in the living room, they start a pot of coffee and then leave the kitchen. As they depart, they do so with a slight shoulder bump and nothing more.

 But meeting up in sleepless nights becomes a thing after that.

 The next time, Bucky is actually hiding again.

 About half an hour earlier, he wakes up drenched in sweat, clawing at his throat and screaming from a very vivid nightmare. This right here is the reason he avoids sleep whenever he can.

 Faintly, he can make out JARVIS asking him if he is in need of assistance, but Bucky shakes his head ‘no’ vehemently. He doesn’t want anyone to see him like this, not even Steve.

 He knows he’d come to comfort and stay with him in a heartbeat, but he’ll worry. More so than he already does, and Bucky doesn’t want that for him. His best friend is happy, and he doesn’t deserve to be dragged down. Steve would very much disagree and he knows it.

 So, Bucky remains alone in bed, hands fisted into the sheets and letting the storm pass over him.

 When his breathing is more even again, he’s got a headache and he’s still shaky, but Bucky knows that staying here won’t help. He needs some air - and also a place to hide out for a bit.

 The conversation with Clint the other day comes back to his mind, but he hesitates. Should he really go there? Well, it was offered to him, after all.

 He gets out of bed and into the elevator.

 Just like Clint said, the access point is pretty easy to find - for people like them who are always on the lookout. Bucky climbs up, and the night air hits him in the face. It feels good - soothing.

 With a sigh, he sits down on the concrete floor and leans against the wall.

 The sight really is beautiful - he can see pretty far from up here, and the lights of the city below have their own charme. It’s different than he is used to - much louder, busier and a lot more neon lights, but it’s not bad. New York is still home, after all.

 His thoughts are particularly overwhelming that night. Bucky’s brain is a mess on a good day, and trying to sort it out is hard. Memories are chopped and muddled. Sometimes, he can’t make out faces or voices of people he knows were important to him while others stand out clear as a day.

 Bucky can’t remember what his Mom looked like, or if he had sisters, but he’ll always remember the faces of the people he killed. Every single one of them.

 ‘      I’m sorry    ’ he thinks, over and over, ‘      I’m so sorry    .’

 He still hasn’t found a therapist that doesn’t make his skin crawl, as much as he would like to. How someone would even attempt to treat him, he doesn’t know, but damn it if he doesn’t want to try. Bucky wants to      live    , not just survive.

 There is a painful lump in his throat, choking him up. He is trying as hard as he can to swallow it, but fails.

 The concrete under him and behind him is hard, and not very comforting and he keeps whispering his mantra, ‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry’ over and over again, until his voice gives out and all he can do is   hold onto sanity with the tips of his fingers.

 He doesn’t realize that there are steps coming closer, and he doesn’t realize that someone is calling for him until they change up “Bucky” for “James”

 “...James? Are you with me?”

 Clint, he realizes, and nods.

 “Okay, that’s, that’s good. Can you breathe? Slowly. In - hold - out - in… Yeah, like that. You’re doing well.” He keeps talking to him, like there is nothing odd about it, kneeling on the floor near Bucky, who is equal parts mortified and grateful. Without realizing it, Bucky leans forward until his forehead hits something warm and solid. Human contact - it’s nice. He didn’t get a lot of that in the last few years.

 A hand is carefully rubbing his shoulder, and Bucky leans into it without even realizing. Then, Clint asks quietly,

 “Is it okay when I come closer?” and Bucky just nods. A moment later, a pair of warm, strong arms wraps around him and he practically melts into the embrace. It’s been a long time since he let himself be held like that, but it feels so good - he doesn’t want it to stop. So, he just does the next logical thing and hugs back.

 After a while, breathing is a lot easier, and he doesn’t feel as cold anymore.

 “Hey. Can I ask you something?” Bucky asks later that night, when he is still sitting on the roof, next to Clint who has kept him company the whole time.

 He blinks, and nods slowly.

 “Yeah, sure.”

 For a moment, Bucky hesitates.

 “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

 “...Okay?”

 For a while, neither of them says anything. Clint is almost sure that Bucky changed his mind about the question, but then he fixes him with a desperate look in his eyes, and it tells Clint enough so that he can just prepare for it, before Buck asks him,

 “How do you cope with it? The Mind Control.”

 Clint stays silent for a bit. He is trying to keep his emotions in check, telling himself that he is safe, he is himself and those days are over. Talking about this is hard, and for good reason.

 “Honestly? I don’t.” he confesses, forcing himself to look at Bucky. Under normal circumstances, he’d have brushed off a question like this, but this is different - Bucky is different. He understands better than most people what it is like, to be trapped in the back of your mind while someone else takes over, takes control.

 “It’s… hard. I was in therapy. Didn’t help much, but that’s because I don’t trust the SHIELD shrinks. It’s a whole thing… And finding someone else is…” He shakes his head, wiping one hand over his face. He hates talking about this, but he figures any common ground might help Bucky.

 “I learned to live with it. Kinda. Not well, but. I’m still kickin’, so that’s gotta be worth something. Having something to do and people around you, who you can count on helps. A lot. But… It’s been years. I still have to deal with it. Some days more than others.”

 He looks over to Bucky, who listens to every word with an intense stare  that is almost uncomfortable.

 “I’m sorry I can’t give you anything more helpful. Fuck.” He laughs, but it’s not a happy sound.

 “It was about a week for me. I can’t imagine 70-odd years...”

 “Hey, no. It’s not a competition. It just sucks.” carefully, he reaches out with one hand. Clint doesn’t pull away - on the contrary, he returns the grip on Bucky’s flesh hand and doesn’t let go.

 “Thank you, Clint, for telling me. It means a lot.”

 After this one meeting on the roof, the two of them have grown a lot closer. They still don’t talk very much about what happened to them, but knowing that there is another person who understands, really understands what it feels like to be violated in this way - it helps. Bucky and Clint keep each other company whenever possible, spending days together, snarking over the comms when they’re in their respective perches, sharing drinks or snacks at night in their favourite hiding spots, when the company of other people is too much.

 They also learn that sleeping together helps to keep their nightmares at bay - at least a bit.

 It all starts out one night, where most of the team is out of town for various reasons, and the two of them pretty much have the tower to themselves. Bucky isn’t up for much, and he is curled up on his couch, watching a movie that doesn’t really interest him but is considered a classic, so he vows to suffer through it at least once.

 He is almost relieved when a knock on his door interrupts him, but that only lasts until his eyes stop by the clock - it’s two in the morning. Shit.

 Bucky is at the door in a matter of seconds, and when he opens it, he is greeted with a very sorry sight.

 Clint is standing in front of him, dressed in old, wrinkled pyjamas and he’s shaking like a leaf. His eyes are wide, terrified and rimmed red. He tries to form a sentence, but it gets stuck in his throat, almost turning into a sob. Without thinking, Bucky pulls him into his arms and inside.

 He never finds out what exactly was bothering him that night, but the two of them do end up wrapped in blankets and around each other on the couch, with the muted TV still flickering. The caps are on, in case Clint wants to distract himself. He doesn’t wear his ears at the time, and he isn’t really interested in reading anything, be it caps or lips. As it is, he simply holds onto Bucky while he is trying to calm down, trying to ground himself.

 One arm remains tightly wrapped around the other man’s waist, while his other hand is moving constantly. He is drawing invisible patterns on his back with light fingertips, and it seems to help him. Bucky himself is enjoying the physical contact a lot, and if he wasn’t so focused on making sure that his friend is okay, he would have fallen asleep on the spot. Instead, he keeps himself busy by playing with the dirty blond strands of hair, combing his fingers through them again and again, even when all the little knots are gone.

 Eventually, both of them drift off into sleep. Surprisingly enough, there are no more nightmares for either of them that night.

 It’s a thing after this. They spend the nights together whenever possible, falling asleep wrapped around a warm body and holding each other through the nightmares that lurk in the dark corners of their subconsciousness. Company doesn’t erase the trauma or the memories, but it makes it a lot easier to deal with.

 The team notices how much better the two of them are doing, too. They seem happy and relieved for them, and occasionally say as much.

 “Are you going to tell him?” Natasha asks one evening, from where she is sitting on the carpet in front of Clint while he is braiding and twisting her long red curls into a complicated updo. He hums questioningly, trying not to accidentally swallow one of the hairpins that he’s holding in between his teeth.

 “James.” she clarifies, and takes a sip of her tea.

 “Tell him what?” Clint asks, and pins another strand of hair in place. He has a feeling where this might go, and he can feel the heat of a blush creeping up his neck. Thank god Nat doesn’t face him right now - not that she needs to. She knows him better than anyone else.

 “A hundred bucks say he feels the same as you.” Nat replies instead of answering his question, and Clint huffs a laugh.

 “Well, just one BuckY would be enough for me, you know.”

 “See, there you go.” she replies, sounding way too smug. And really, when Natasha turns around, there is a lopsided smile on her face, slightly mischievous.

 With a heavy sigh, Clint picks up more hair pins from the side table.

 “I don’t want to fuck up what we have now. It’s… I trust him, and I like him. A lot. And he trusts me, too, at least as far as I can tell.”

 “Of course he does. You two understand each other in a way that not many people do.”

 “You understand, Tasha.”

 “Yes, but I don’t want to sleep with either of you.”

 “That’s your loss.” Clint is grinning, always happy to make corny jokes.

 “Oh well, I’ll live.” Natasha is laughing now, and he does, too. For a moment, Clint rests a cheek on her shoulder and she leans into him. The two of them hold onto each other for a bit.

 They may not always agree with one another, but they’ve called the other family long before any other person earned that title. They know each other, in a bone deep understanding that is rare for most people. After so many years, there is nothing left but love, trust and honesty.

 “You two are good for each other, you know. It’s nice to see that, and you deserve to be happy.”

 Later that night, kneeling on his couch with a towel in both hands, Clint is carefully drying off Bucky’s soaked, tangled mess of hair. He just came in from a thunderstorm and resembled a wet, pissed off cat, up until Clint offered to help out.

 Doing other people's hair is relaxing, helps him to calm down and focus. Physical contact plays a big part in it, of course, but so does the activity itself. The other plus is that the people he is with tend to enjoy being taken care of, so it’s an arrangement that makes both of them happy.

 Natasha went out with Pepper for a Lady’s Night in a local bar, hence the styling, and Bucky just spent the day with Steve and Sam around town. The weather turned on their way back, and naturally, no one carried an umbrella.

 So when Bucky turns up on Clint’s doorstep, soaking wet and with a dark scowl, he steers him straight towards the bathroom, throwing a big towel over the heater and a change of clothes into the sink on the way there, telling him to get warmed up.

 “Trying to get me out of my clothes already, huh?” Bucky jokes, with is met with

 “I’ll buy you dinner, first.” and then the door is thrown shut behind him so he can shower and change in peace.

 ‘      Jeez Barton, obvious much.    ’ Clint thinks on his way to the kitchen, where he starts a pot of coffee for both of them and tries very hard to stay busy and not think too much.

 A few minutes later, the coffee is done and Bucky is sitting in front of Clint, head slightly tilted back for him to reach. He is wearing his borrowed clothes, which are a bit short on him, but luckily, Clint likes his lounge clothes big and comfy, unlike the tight shirts he tends to wear out. Bucky would have burst those at the seams, especially with the metal arm. He is not that much taller than Clint, and the archer is far from scrawny, but it doesn’t change the fact that Bucky can pick him up like a sack of potatoes when he wants to.

 Damn supersoldiers.

 Clint squeezes the rest of the water out of Bucky’s hair with a towel, careful to get every single strand of it. Then he starts to detangle the knots with his fingers, gently running them through the thick, dark hair that is long enough to reach past Bucky’s shoulders by now.

 The feeling of fingers running through his hair, tugging gently and massaging his scalp make him melt into the touch. He soaks up every bit of gentle touch and tenderness like a sponge, and by the time his hair is only slightly damp and brushed through completely, his head has fallen back against Clint’s chest and he hums happily, especially because the touch doesn’t stop once his hair is done. Clint keeps running his fingers through his hair, occasionally brushing a cheek with his thumb and stroking over the bit of stubble there, and Bucky loves every second of it.

 He didn’t think he’d get to experience something like this ever again, let alone be comfortable with someone coming this close to him. But he is lucky enough to be here, and that means the world to him.

 It’s moments like this where Bucky thinks he should just say something - tell Clint how he feels, in the hopes that it’s mutual. Which, if he is to believe Natasha and Steve, who have both been bugging him like annoyingly correct shoulder-angels, is the case.

 “Are you about to fall asleep on me?” Clint asks him with a hint of humor in his voice, but he keeps scratching his scalp and his hands are so incredibly warm, it’s all Bucky can do to hum in agreement and snuggle closer.

 He realizes that suddenly, he is pulled sideways, but doesnt protest, because it means that both of them are laying down now, which only gives him better access to snuggle into Clint, who puts away his ears and wraps a blanket around both of them. Once they’re settled, he   keeps stroking his hair.

 “You’re the best.” he tells him sleepily, and smiles into the soft shirt under his head when the other man buries his nose in his hair. Clint wouldn’t have heard that last part, but the sentiment seems to come across.  

 Outside the window, the rain keeps splattering against the glass, lulling them to sleep. The rain, and the calm, even breathing of one another are the last thing either of them can make out before drifting off. Although for Bucky, whose head is still pillowed on Clint’s chest, the heartbeat under him is probably the biggest source of comfort.

 Unfortunately, no matter how happy Bucky was before falling asleep, his subconciousness is always ready to fuck him over. He wakes up thrashing and screaming, only realizing where he is when gentle hands catch his flying fists and a familiar voice next to his ear says,

 “Bucky, you are safe. You are at home in the tower, in my apartment and you are safe. No one is attacking, you are safe. Please keep breathing. I’m here, I got you. I got you…”

 Home… He’s home. With Clint, who is holding him and stroking his hair again, reassuring him that he is safe.

 Zola is nowhere to be found, because that time is long over, and his arm is okay - the old, heavy thing that Hydra gave him is long gone and replaced by a better, much lighter one from Tony Stark, because Bucky has a new life now, where he is safe… He’s got friends, a family even… He’s safe…

 Only belatedly, he realizes that he is crying, but even if he tried to, he wouldn’t be able to stop. The hug around him tightens, and he is pretty sure that his hold on Clint is too hard, it probably hurts him, and he tries to soften his grip. But then the fear overcomes him, and he holds on as tightly as he can, shaking violently with fear.

 “It’s okay, I’m here. Not going anywhere… I’m here Bucky, and I love you. I’m here, you’re safe…”

 The three words almost don’t register with him, but a part of him notices, and despite everything, they spread warmth through his entire body. Bucky presses closer, allowing himself to let everything out until he feels more like himself again. He is exhausted though, so before he can say or do anything, he falls back asleep.

 Over coffee and breakfast the next morning, he asks,

 “What you said last night. Did you mean it?”

 “Hm?” Clint looks up at him, not quite awake yet.

 “When I was freaking out. You were calming me down and said-”

 “Oh.      Oh    ! Yes, of course I - I mean that. Because I do… Love you. Didn’t mean to tell you like that, but, yeah. I do.”

 Hearing this is the best thing that happened to him in a long time - Bucky reaches out to get a hold of Clint and he lets him. He’s still stammering, but smiles as soon as Bucky takes his hand in his own. Something eases in his chest.

 “I love you, too. Wanted to tell you for ages…”

 They close the distance between them and the breakfast is forgotten on the table. The world around them seems to have come to a stop, and they’re perfectly content with that.

 “...Can I kiss you?”

 “Yes!” before he can say anything else, the last few inches of distance are crossed and their lips meet. This first kiss between them is a soft and gentle thing. Reassuring, steady. Tasting a bit like the coffee they just drank.

 After a while, they grow hungry for more, and Clint is straddling his lap. He is rewarded with strong arms wrapped around him and by the time they break apart, their coffee has gotten cold. But it doesn’t matter because they are happy and giddy, like teenagers in love.

 This happiness seems to be radiating off of them, or maybe the goofy smile on both of their faces are telling on them. Either way, when they enter the common kitchen, they are met with a quick look from Tony, who just nods to himself, says, “finally” and then there is money exchanged between several people at the table. Most of it goes to Natasha, naturally, who looks satisfied but also shoots both of them a genuine smile.

 Later that day, Steve catches Clint in the hallway, but the expected shovel talk doesn’t happen. Instead, he pulls the archer into a bone crushing hug that lifts him off of his feet. When he puts him back to the floor, Clint is utterly confused, but Steve just beams at him.

 “I haven’t seen Buck this happy since the 40s!” he hugs him again. “You two are good for each other. Thank you - for being there for him.”

 “Thanks, uh- I’m glad to have him, too.”

 “If you’re both happy, that’s all I care about.” and with a clap to his shoulder, the Captain has disappeared into the elevator,waving at him as the door closes.

 When Clint joins Bucky on the couch in front of the running TV, he nuzzles into him and says,

 “Your Bestie is like an excited puppy. It’s kinda adorable.”

 “What, did he launch into a cheesy speech of happiness?”

 “He hugged me. Twice in a span of like, a minute. And yes, he did launch into that speech. How much money did Tasha win in the bet?”

 Bucky laughs and pulls Clint closer to himself. He is ridiculously happy right now.

 “She didn’t tell, but she said she’ll spring for dinner some time.”

 “Sweet.”

 One evening, a little later down the road, they’re walking hand in hand underneath old street lights. It’s getting colder now, what with fall slowly approaching. There are barely any people around, which is rare enough here in the city.

 They’re in good spirits, having come from a dinner date and decided to go for a walk after, and take their time.

 They laugh and joke, talking about everything and nothing. It doesn’t matter - they’re happy, much, much happier than either of them has been in a very long time, and they stop under one of the lights to share another kiss, holding each other close. When they move along to get home, they walk just a little bit closer to each other.

 The last few weeks have been hard. There have been news articles, twitter posts, anything and anyone with an public opinion writing about the two of them since paparazzi have managed to get a shot of them holding hands while entering the back door to the tower.

 There are the typical homophobic idiots opening their big stupid mouths, but those don’t bother Clint or Bucky very much, because they know they’re wrong. What’s worse and much more hurtful are people who try to dig up dirt about either one or both of them, falling back onto the crimes they committed while being mind controlled.

 It hurts, in a deep and personal way, and it makes going out on the streets a lot harder than it was before. Let alone SHIELD - Clint avoids going there at all costs. He still couldn’t shake off the undeserved reputation after the Battle of New York, and the recent news articles have only made it worse. As for Bucky, it is pretty much the same. Many people simply don’t care or think enough to distinguish between the Soldier and James Barnes.

 Some time has passed since the first articles hit, and while the talk hasn’t died down by any means, some days are better than others.

 They manage, with the love and support of their team, and of course, each other. They’re simply moving on together.

    *+~

Prompt: Undeserved Reputation

                            Warnings: - Attack/violence/blood - PTSD - suicidal thoughts - Loss of control - Panic Attacks, Anxiety - neglect from medical personnel - Survivors guilt - Trauma - Bullying - references to homophobia