#let's all fucking kill ourselves bruh

[vilsoo]

chainsaw man 167…………………… 😀

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: Very bad day for loyal girlies…

(Making this while still slightly baked from getting high last night so just know you’re getting ruthless Cahleel today😍)

• So ngl first impressions of the boys…Oakley outsold them all. Call me biased I really dgaf.

• Not even 10 seconds in and Luna already babbling about Jin omg just kill me now.

• Oh bitch I’m officially making it canon that him and my S6 MC fucked around at one point like what? Fusebox stop copying our shit!!!

• Max is Jin 2.0 I literally have nothing else to say about him.

• Kyle not serving to me sorry. I know all y’all going crazy over him and like his body is tea but girl he’s just…no😭😭😭 Also he has a scorpion tattoo which means the Scorpio of the season has been recognized and I care about my MC so I am NOT putting her through that pain.

• And here I thought Oakley was going to end up being the “Gary” of this season…

• Kyle fancies me the most…great! Now leave me alone after I reject you the first time!

• Luna’s going after Jin’s replacement- I MEAN Max! How surprising…

• God I hate you already.

• I can’t stand when they do this. Last time I checked none of these names belong to a 6’3, Ghanaian firefighter with a fat ass and a slutty waist so as far as I’m concerned my eyes are firmly CLOSED.

• Outfit time!

• The other look was boring sorry but I LOOOOVE this one.

• Luna being mad about Jin part 2 omg PLEASE KILLLLLLL MEEEE.

• Ugh yasss we can sleep by ourselves. Y’all will not trap me!

• Bea telling me about this other chick that Oakley went on a date with like I care, ok.

• But you was just mad cuz Jin winked at somebody…girl go to HELLLLLL.

• Outfit time!

• Come on Arabian Nights tease!

• Kyle and Liam been fucking on the low omg?

• Time to suffer through meaningless chats.

• I’m making my girl sound like the most boring person ever trying to ignore these dudes help😭😭😭

• Oh that’s not…

• Luna you are literally only interested in Shawn because you know he’s the only one I’ve given the time of day…does it not hurt being this much of a loser?????

• Outfit time!

• Cute…that’s about it tho.

• Kyle saying he did a tattoo for a celebrity and then the said celebrity being Gabi of all people like wow nobody moved.

• WHERE IS THE FIGHT OPTION??? WHERE IS IT??? LET ME HIT HER!!!

• Liam had us form a whole dance circle around him just for him to start seizing ok.

• Shawn you’re sooooo cute but I really don’t want you baby just stop trying❤️

• This whole conversation with Bea chile I can’t. Oakley went on a date with another girl…ok and??? He called her a head turner…did he say she was turning HIS head??? They connected…OVER FUCKING BAKING. Oakley literally said he was in love with us and was planning on making us his girlfriend it literally makes no sense whatsoever. Fusebox y’all are getting too predictable bruh like obviously y'all are not gonna make our OG LI cheat on us so what is the point of the gossip other than to get US to cheat on THEM?

• And this shit oh brotherrrrr😭 I can’t wait for next week when we find out that Luna was screaming because Shawn gave her a great foot rub like fuck out my face with that. Also even if they are fucking I DO NOT CAREEEEE! I DO NOT WANT HIM!!!!

[tobiasdrake]

Race to the doctor!

Backup power must not be as strong as regular. Makes sense.

No, they aren't. I recognize that extremely girlish walk and stance. I'd know my bestie ANYWHERE!

Oh my god, felt though. This place is sterile and has glowy lights everywhere. Everything looks the fucking same. The only reason I was able to nail Makoto giving me the run-around earlier is because I have a minimap showing me where we are in relation to the rest of the structure at all times.

Why? The more of us are suited up, the easier it will be to talk our way out if any shit happens. In fact, Desuhiko, why aren't you in uniform? If you had your suit on, we could pretend you were taking me to Yomi if someone saw us.

This is your fault, Desuhiko. If anything happens to her, I'm tying weights to your ankles and sending you to the bottom of Dohya District. Keeping your bag, though. It's useful.

Push comes to shove, we can test and make sure the security chambers are online. The deadly poison in the gas chamber takes thirty minutes to take effect. It's not fast-acting. That means it would be a trivial matter to walk into the chamber, see the gas start spraying, declare "Oopsy-poopsy!" and then Time Rewind so that we didn't do that.

But we should try calling him first.

Confirmed. He's alive. We have no need to gas ourselves on purpose.

...but I am curious... What do you think it tastes like? Do you think it's odorless? Makoto said it can be absorbed in the skin. Would you feel it entering your body? Does it burn?

This is why chronomancy is a dangerous power to leave lying around. I become way more unhinged when choices no longer have consequences.

Huesca's been sitting in his lab with bated breath, waiting for his chance to finally see his murder-wall end a person's life. I totally had him pegged when I said it's not about security or a deterrent. He eagerly wants to kill someone; Doesn't care who.

That's interesting. Huesca has his own dedicated generator. So. Is there a backup for that generator?

That's going to be important to know.

I mean, it worked for the coffee shop. Or, at least, it was working for the coffee shop until she drowned half of their clientele. But, y'know, water under the bridge. Full of bodies.

Wouldn't mind doing the same to Huesca once we're done here. Fire up the charm, Fubuki. I have faith in you.

hahaha hahahahahahaha HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

You did that to yourself, bruh. Hahahahaha. What did you think was gonna happen? Hahahahahahahahaha

Should have just let her talk, man. Hahaha. Hahahahahaha. Desuhiko over here trying to mansplain charm to the Belle Barista of Ginma. He gets what he fucking deserves. Hahahahahaha.

Man hasn't left his lab in months but now that the WDO is here he's like, "This seems like a reasonable level of security for me to finally step out."

I'm so sad that Yomi wasn't here to witness this epic burn.

Uh, you should take Fubuki. Y'know. Just in case anything goes wrong in the Extreme Death Murder Tunnel that Huesca's eagerly waiting to finally use.

Whoops, guess it's murder o'clock.

Just like the coffee shop patrons. Fubuki's charms come at a terrible price.

No, Desuhiko, his Doordash finally arrived.

That's going to be our central mystery. The Most Locked-est Room Ever mystery. How do you access a room with only one entrance, which no one could possibly have gone through?

Like she cares. If anything happens to her she can un-gas herself. Causality is her plaything.

His name is Fuckboy. Get it right, Fubuki! We don't have time to goof around!

So if we aren't going to do timey-wimey trial and error then I guess we'll need a different way to bypass security.

[overlordmao]

To that one pholue guy.

Hey Blue/Maru!! Kind of a shame I have to acknowledge your existence again. (¬､¬) 

I literally told you months ago that we moved on from this crap LONG ago yet you keep bringing it up.  Heck, this was even before 2023 had started yet you blocked me   💀 💀

Still waiting for your reply maaan whatcha waitin fooorrr

And it’s come to my knowledge that you have been harassing Leafy’s friends as of recently, even demonizing the BPD one of them has, and harassing their partner, and now they’re traumatized thanks to you. Huh, are you proud? Does this make you feel better about yourself? Traumatizing someone who never did something to you just because you’re too pissy to resort to guilt by association? Bullshit.

I swear dude, the hell is wrong with you. I’m fucking sick of you going after my two best friends just because of something that happened NEARLY A YEAR AGO and should’ve kept as a private matter. Yet you still chose to make this a public thing so you could get good boy points over how “muuuch of a good person you are!!!”. Gross.

I’ve been witnessing the bullshit you’ve saying for months demonizing my friend, and you pulling the excuse of “they’re stalking meee!!!” WHEN YOU’RE DOING IT YOURSELF, and hiding under the excuse of “I’m a minor!” guess what bruh, I’m also one, Leafy is also a minor, so that does not excuse your bs in the slightest. Whatcha gonna do now? Huh? 

Plus, if it were “stalking” then don’t post it in a damn public site where literally everyone can see it??  💀 I swear, you do have a complex of contradicting yourself every so often. You say none of us deserves harassment, which is true, then two seconds later turn around and demonize the hell out of Joka-san and Leafy. Veeery creedible huh  💀 💀

Are we just supposed to sit here while you do stuff like this   💀

I also don’t get this statement, how is me posting a drawing of strange joker stalking you?

Also here are some things you can do!

Don’t spread lies and say shit how we want you dead.

Don’t do the guilt by association move.

Don’t go up and traumatize people in general.

Don’t resort to the suicide baiting only to get your way out, it’s sickening.

See how things get better for you after trying these out.

Also what “downfall” lmfaooo nobody know you lil bro 💀 💀 Also funfact, I already experienced my “downfall” two years prior! Over something that I did, that was my fault! Something that happens when you don’t set your hormone boundaries, don’t make that mistake! Also we never said you told us to kill ourselves, lmfaooo

Joka-San

Didn’t you say that Joka-san wanted you dead a while ago? (¬_¬) What about those whole nights she had to force herself to stay up (even when she had to work), so you wouldn’t kill yourself in theory? Pointing out the fact you were draining her mental state enough besides her abusive job, you’re just gonna let all of this slide, huh.

I would be getting ready for school at 4am, and she’d still be up trying to prevent you from doing something bad. Going as far as dawn, nearly 7am.

See Leafy in the image, worried about you.

See how you say you “appreciate it”. With all of the crap you’ve said, it honestly makes me think you only say it, so people could get attached to you, then manipulate them and say you want to “kill yourself” whenever something isn’t how you want it to be. (I could be wrong, let me know.)

Debunking the “They forced me to like Joker” argument.

Leafy

You sicken me. How is that possible to be so petty to the point of holding a grudge on someone who did literally nothing?? Leafy was barely active in your server(s)! And yet you claim like she’s some sort of bully for associating with us? Geez dude, talk about being petty. All because she kept following your account and didn’t block Joka-san or me.  ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ

It’d be fine if you just removed her and that’d be it, but to have the AUDACITY to accuse her of awful crap, HARASS her friends, TRAUMATIZING them, and then claim you’re still the “good guy” in this whole situation?

The only true good guy in this situation is Leafy, if we’re being brutally honest.

She’s innocent, leave her alone.

I also love how you call us the “Ring Leader” and “Their lackeys”, I’ve had that as a personal nickname for a while, haha, Lackey 1.

 There’s also the fact you claim that we forced you into talking nsfw which we never did??? We never explicitly told you to post porn or some shit, you did it yourself, you genius. Remember that fake joker post? In that nsfw server you made?. I wouldn’t be mad at you for this, if you weren’t claiming shit like this, only to get validation.  

You’re aware that this statement is blatantly false.

How about the time you talked about Blue loved being mating pressed or something? Didn’t you claim you were uncomfortable with nsfw content? Yet you do it yourself? Also didn’t you claim that it was bad to age up minor characters for porn? Yet you contradict yourself with this? You’re literally aging up Blue for this kinda content, aren’t you? ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ

That wasn’t just another “spicy joke”, was it? 

What about the countless times you claim the same thing for Joker? Joker doesn’t have a canonical age, that’s true, but if you’re claiming stuff like this?? Then I don’t know what to tell you, man.

You mentioned how you headcanoned him as 18-19 right when we just had met. Then change your statement to be seen as the “good guy” months later? This confuses me dude.  (ÒДÓױ)

In conclusion: Yes Maru. If you still go by that. We're making fun of you, because of all of this bullshit. We will continue to do so if you don’t learn to shut up and let go for once. If that makes you feel more relieved. (I’ve seen those vaguing posts.)

Leave us alone and we’ll leave you alone. That simple!

What about me? You got something against me now, huh? You’re gonna vague about this rant now, are you? Accuse me of bad stuff? Say how I want you dead? Go ahead! 

Just remember that I’ll still be there laughing at your nonsense, XD (≖ᴗ≖ )

I’m fucking tired man, I just hope that you learn from your wrongdoings and we come to terms someday. Agree to disagree perhaps?

just stop harassing innocent people and we’re all good lil bro  💀

Apologies for my followers for having to witness this long rant, it’s something I’ve been wanting to say for months to this one volatile dude in the KJ fandom...sigh

[arcplaysgames]

PICTURED: Reverie moments before burning down Futaba's uncle's house.

I love how this game has flipped me from "i'm not cool with killing Kamoshida" to "i'm gonna slash tires of everyone who even looks at Sojiro funny"

AND THAT IS A PRACTICAL LESSON IN WHY PERSONAL JUSTICE IS FLAWED, TIP YOUR WAITERS

Morgana has a dream/nightmare/vision of his Shadow Self, who is also cat-shaped. Which, one, Morgana popping a Shadow right now would make so much sense tbh given his issues.

Two, he is so fucking distressed about this.

THIS IS SO FUCKING SAD. Morgana, I am on your side, bruh, this sucks so much. Morgana is trying to keep cool but is asking probing questions about if Reverie would still accept him if he was some kind of creature and just.

I feel for Morgana so much, idgaf, come at me.

/breathes out slowly

almost done with Moon. almost done. one more level up and we're DONE with Mishima.

OH. BEE TEE DUBS.

Mishima adds a feature to the Phansite where people can nominate victims for the Thieves. And yeah I said victims, because this is absolutely fucked eight ways to sunday, this is so beyond the pale, why are you SUCH an idiot, Mishima?!

if the Thieves end up hitting someone purely bc their won a popularity poll on the fucking site i s2g

MY PATIENCE FOR RYUJI

IS LITERALLY

AT ZERO.

I cannot fucking deal with how much I want to kick him out of the group, I am screaming inside. If there was a summary of "bad reasons to be a vigilante" he's using it as a fucking checklist.

it is only the process of Reverie being adopted by the Sakuras that is getting me through the darkness right now. Sojiro, I formally apologize for making fun of you at the start of this liveblog, you and Yusuke are the only people I can rely on right now. Please yes I would like some sushi, can I have a tekka don.

THAT IS MY LITTLE SISTER FOLKS

playing this fucking game is like being beaten with a whiffle ball bat and then being handed one (1) treat, over and over

Futaba did such a good job at the beach that she.... does what all people with weird brain stuff do, and we take one victory and immediately overexert ourselves and fuck up the next thing. Like, FOR REAL, relatable, I have BEEN THERE, i was there in the past TWO WEEKS baby.

So Futaba needs back-up in her journey to relearn how to exist int he world, and Reverie is raring to go.

I love her.

lmao the cut to Sae like "HM REPORTS CLAIM THAT YOU ACQUIRED A OLDER BROTHER-LY DEMEANOR BEGINNING IN THE MONTH OF AUGUST. CARE TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF???? BITCH?"

yeah obvsly

back in My Favorite Confidant Link, Kawakami actually calls Reverie in to tell him the exciting news, that she stood up for herself and told the Takases' she wasn't going to pay them anymore and was going to quite her side job to return to her passion for teaching.

Which: thrilling. So happy for her.

AND THEN THE TAKASES SHOW UP.

yanno. it's interesting that the game flat out says "sex worker" I was not anticipating that level of clarity about Kawakami. and given even modern standards and attitudes towards SWers, I'm relieved to see that the Villains of this story are the ones trying to use her status as a sex worker to ruin her life. Because, yeah, that's villainous behavior, Persona! I'm glad we agree on this.

Yeah fuck subtlety tbh, let's wreck these fools. They'll be lucky if Reverie only steals their hearts.

ALSO:

I THINK SHE KNOWS

i also think sojiro knows but that's neither here nor there. Sojiro has proven he can be extremely subtle.

oh the Big Bads are gonna kill the principal aren't they

they're gonna do the mental shutdown on him for being a failure, that's why he's so scared huh

bye bye i guess??????

[seansilv25]

Another 6 months and the end of a year, it's time fore the 2023 Audio-Visual Media Tier List finale!

Smartphone Abridged: My god that was perfect. Too bas SWE went through hell to make it

Don't Worry, Be Fluffy: Fluffy's back, and fluffier than ever!

Subspace Fandub: Somehow, I feel like I'm not supposed to be here

Once Upon a Studio: Look, I don't care what your views on the company are, that shit was cute ok?

Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl 2: You guys know that meme of the horse drawing segmented off by drawing quality? Yeah, imagine the roster as the poorly-drawn part and you have my thoughts on the game

Steamboat Silly: The short was great, but it's kind of crazy to think Mickey is technically public domain now. Can't wait for the inevitable "Steamboat Killie" horror flick

Haunted Mansion (2023): Normally I'm not that big a fan of the Haunted Mansion because I'm a pussy but that was really good

Scooby-Doo in Springtrapped: Cute short, and it's crazy how that was all 3D animation and not puppetry

8-Bit Christmas: A surprise watch to be sure, but a welcome one

Casino Royale: My first real 007 experience. If I were to describe it, I'd say it was... shaken and not stirred

Halloween: Man this was so much better than Friday the 13th

TMNT Mutant Mayhem: Pretty neat. I never thought I'd hear Fabulous Secret Powers in a major motion picture

Abridgimon the Movie: That was pretty funny. PUT IT ON A SHIRT!

Straight Out of Nowhere: It's cute seeing Scooby and Courage interact (Thank fuck neither of them had to kill each other in DB)

FNAF Movie: I still can't believe it's finally here. Talk about development hell

Gen V: Pretty good like the main show, but a lot of the more "degenerate" aspects felt more there just for shock value

FGO First Order: My first dip into the Fate series and now I'm hanging onto a thread for dear life help

FGO Absolute Demonic Front: Like First Order but just so... SO much longer

Transformers the Movie: Neat and has a cool soundtrack. I mean, Dare to be Stupid over a junkyard chase? Bruh (Galactus still chumps Unicron BTW)

Castlevania Nocturne: Cool and all, but next time could we not skip Simon please?

Fate Apocrypha: Like the other two, but a little shorter and more "eh" (Also with 10% more femboy)

Friday the 13th: Wait, so these movies didn't start with the hockey mask Jason we all know and love? ...What?

Secret Invasion: It was fine. 'Nuff said

As is usual, you can find the other half of my thoughts on the rest of my page (Might have to dig a bit tho) but other than that, I hope whoever shall read this has a good new year! Let's see if we can at all dig our way back up out of whatever we've gotten ourselves into.

[zelzablues]

Reaction time with Zelza 😹

“it’s all been so strange, because you’ve seen sam go through it all, kiss them all, love them all in some way or another, and you’re pretty sure all it’s done is make you love him more. at this point, you’re sure that you’ll never love anyone the way that you love sam. unceasingly, ardently, passionately, and for now, quietly.”

Alexa play bad religion by Frank ocean NOW!

“but you don’t want to overwhelm him”

FUCK ALLAT!

“we know how to test for the shifter and we all can take care of ourselves,” dean says

Yes Dean because that’s worked out great so many times before

“hey. yeah, it’s me,” he says, holding out his hand and knife to show you as he slices a thin line across his forearm”

I don’t believe you actually

“then you hear footsteps, and a split second later, your name being called in sam’s voice. only it wasn’t the sam holding you who said it, it was someone behind you. it only takes a millisecond for everything to click. this sam”

Wow this is humbling

before you can process it, that exact knife is being plunged into your gut. you let out a strangled cry of pain.

Us core

“you get his voice and his hands, one sliding under your neck to cup the back of your head and the other pressing hard against your wound. he winces when you grunt in pain at that, but keeps his hand in place.”

Yo I’m ngl just leave me for dead 😣

“so, you gonna let us in on what the hell you were thinking back there?” he asks, sounding ready to just about throw his hands up in the air. “did you really not follow the single rule we set? it almost got you killed.”

Unfortunately I am my Father’s daughter so I would result to violence after hearing this with Stiches in my stomach

“you should’ve been more careful.” his voice is unexpectedly hard and cold, devoid of his usual guilt and gentleness.

BLAME ME GAME!!! DEAN AND SAM FIGHTING FOR FIRST FUCKING PLACE

“so, sam’s going to run, sam’s not going to let you any closer, sam is going to keep you at an arm’s length.”

I HATE WHEN MEN MAKE STUPID DECISIONS 😫

“we have to talk.” 

Bout time girl fuck

“yes. you should go.”

Wait what 😸

“add me to your list of ghosts before i’m even dead, and know, without a doubt, that this time it really was you who did. you lit the match, sam. you pulled the trigger.”

NOW THATS HOW YOU CLEAR A BITCH!

you grab your bag from the floor by the bed and walk past him to take all the cash from his wallet.

Not only did she say fuck you but she’s taking the money right in front of ur face. Sam buck up bruh

————————————————————————-

Overall I’m making jokes but ain’t shit funny. This was so well written and genuinely so Sam core that it made me wanna rewatch the show just to imagine me punching him in the neck 😔 I’m sitting here upset as hell BUT I LOVE IT!!!!!! I LOVE IT I LOVE ITTTTT!!! Angst always has a special place in my heart.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys — sam winchester

pairing : sam winchester x gn!reader ➖⟢ genre : angst ➖⟢ cw : canon typical violence, injuries, knives, non-sexual partial nudity, guilty sam, rejection, talk of death/dying, sort of a case fic at first, mentions of stitches, lots of feelings, poorly edited & my first(?) attempt at a full angst fic lol. set in season 5, so some spoilers! ➖⟢ wc : 10.6K ➖⟢ listen to : my boy only breaks his favorite toys by taylor swift summary : you get injured and sam realizes he's more scared of getting you hurt than he is of anything else, even losing you and your love.

to be in love is the strangest experience. to be in love for a long time, for years on end with little to no reciprocation is even stranger.

somehow, you can watch him fall in love with someone else, kiss somebody new, romance another girl, and be blindsided by a fourth. jess you could never be mad at. she seemed too sweet and good for sam, for you to dislike. madison never did anything wrong either, but you did hate how much she unintentionally hurt him. sarah, too, was sweet and brave and helpful and she made him smile. that, of course, didn’t stop you from wanting to be that person instead, but you didn’t feel like you could complain.

ruby, you still feel rightfully angry with sometimes. for sam’s sake, you wanted her help to be real and true, but it felt clear to you from the beginning that not everything was right. now you’re dealing with the apocalypse and sam’s guilt that you alternate between wanting him to let go of and wanting him to feel it just a little bit longer.

besides, jess and madison are dead, so it’s unkind to be too jealous of them, and you’re sure that sam hasn’t spoken to sarah in years. and ruby’s dead too, so she doesn’t pose a threat any longer.

it’s all been so strange, because you’ve seen sam go through it all, kiss them all, love them all in some way or another, and you’re pretty sure all it’s done is make you love him more. at this point, you’re sure that you’ll never love anyone the way that you love sam. unceasingly, ardently, passionately, and for now, quietly.

but after the knowledge of the looming apocalypse has come the strangest part of it all. having loved sam since he was seventeen and secretly doing everything in his power to get away from this all, you know him and each of his mircroexpressions and tones of voice all too well. and these days, sam looks at you in ways that you’ve never noticed before. these days, sam looks at you like he’s trying to figure out if he’s in love with you.

it’s not as if you’d given up hope completely, because no one who’s as in love as you are ever will, but you’ve learned how to live with unrequited love. the pain can be stabbing and all-consuming sometimes, but it’s survivable so long as he doesn’t stop smiling at you or letting you rest in his lap or being the only one to call you a special nickname. even if you’re not the love of his life like he is yours, you’ll always mean something to him as his closest friend.

so now, it catches you off guard when sam looks at you as if he’s considering the possibility that you’re the one who hung the stars up in the sky or talks to you with this gentle joy that’s just somehow different from before. those moments are rare, but incredible to have when you consider the looming apocalypse that sam is blaming himself for. he’s battling the fact that he’s supposed to be the vessel to the devil himself, but he still finds the time to hold your pinky finger for a fleeting moment and not say a word about it. and now, sam does that thing where you say something and it makes him smile, and instead of casually holding your gaze like he used you, his gaze will falter and he’ll tilt his chin down and lick his lips as if he’s suddenly shy around you.

last night, dean was out and you and sam were researching for the case you’re working on. you ended up sitting side by side on your shared bed, trying to get comfy as the hours dragged on and the moon moved higher through the sky. completely unprompted, sam had lifted his arm up and around your shoulders, using his gentle hand to cup the side of your head and bring it to rest on his wide shoulder.

your heart soared and you did your best to keep researching, but the lull of his breathing and the clacking of the keyboard as he typed one handed sang you to sleep right then and there, tucked all cozy into his side.

you waking up in his arms certainly set the tone for today. this case is ugly and there was another victim last night, but sam has this sweet, touchy air about him. as you walk to the crime scene his hand lingers unprofessionally close to the small of your back, and from the tightness to his lips, you’re guessing that he’s holding back from saying something he knows will make you laugh.

you resist the urge to give him a secret smile, soft and loving because you’re selfish enough to try and get him to see that you want him like this. you want him to see that you already love him back, and all he has to do is let himself fall. but you don’t want to overwhelm him, so you go about assessing the crime scene and interviewing the witness like he’s your fbi partner and not the person you love most in this world.

the witness’s statement along with the security camera footage that dean saw at the police station confirms that you’re up against a shapeshifter. much like the first one the three of you hunted together in ‘05 it seems to be disguising itself as a loved one before killing its victims.

“this thing can shapeshift to look like literally anybody, but it can’t come up with something original?” dean jokes.

sam shrugs in his usual sam way. “well, it is an effective method,” sam reasons, despite knowing that dean’s just making fun. sam’s not even looking at dean; his eyes alternate from checking his computer screen where he scouts out city plumbing maps to find the best places in the sewer to look for the shifter, to letting his eyes roam over your features. you wonder if you’ll have to get used to sam staring at you as much as you do him. though, you can’t say that that’s a bad thing by any stretch. maybe he’ll finally notice the way that you look at him and maybe he’ll finally realize that it might be you who he’s been loving this whole time.

sam stands from his spot across from you, grabbing a map of the city from the bedside table. instead of returning to his original spot, he slots himself right next to you to lay the map out on the table. he runs a hand along the length of it, crossing your chest and brushing your nose with the fabric of his flannel before moving his hand back to rest right beside yours on the table top. he leans over the map and you tilt youu head to look up at him as he points out the most likely spots that the shifter could be hiding out at. you only pay half attention as he speaks, more able to take in the sight of his lips moving than the actual words that they’re forming. you’re not uncareful, you just know that sam will make sure you and dean remember the most important things when you get in the car.

—

“are you sure splitting up is a good idea?” sam stresses from the passenger seat of the impala.

“we know how to test for the shifter and we all can take care of ourselves,” dean says, repeating just about the same thing that he said before.

you lean forward in your seat. “we’ll be fine, sam. i agree, it’s not ideal, but there’s a lot of ground to cover and we can’t let the shifter get to anyone else,” you reason.

“i know,” he huffs, still unconvinced due to the possible dangers. but, there’s always danger, and if you’re siding with dean, he knows he doesn’t stand much of a chance of winning the argument anyway.

—

the sewers are dark, damp, and smell like shit. they grow even darker as the sun begins to set above ground and you’re grateful for the bright flashlight that you have on hand. you’ve been tramping through the dark and sewer waste for over an hour and heard nothing helpful from the boys.

you keep your silver knife at the ready, in case you run into anything or anyone. you all agreed that if you see each other, the very first order of business is to test yourself with your own knife to be sure. when you hear footsteps, you immediately press yourself against the wall, doing your best to stay hidden until you can see what’s heading your way. the second you see a person’s frame, you immediately recognize it as sam. he told you that you’d probably run into each other at some point, so you relax a touch. even so, you keep your knife in front of you as you step into the pathway.

“sam?” you call out, stopping a good length away from him.

“hey. yeah, it’s me,” he says, holding out his hand and knife to show you as he slices a thin line across his forearm. you sigh in relief, then quickly repeat the action to confirm to him that you’re you as well.

“you heard from dean?” you ask, closing the space between the two of you. sam meets you halfway, shaking his head.

“nothing,” he sighs, turning back where he came from.

“damn. an hour in the sewers and we’ve got jack,” you frown. “exactly how i like to spend my friday nights.”

“course it is, it’s the perfect date spot,” he jokes back, leading you left, down a new path you assume he skipped on his way over to you.

“mmm, does that mean we’re on a date, winchester?” you flirt. he takes the quip with composure as you step back into a main hallway, wide enough to walk side by side. he waits for you to be next to him before he continues. he didn’t even laugh a little awkwardly at your comment like he normally might. he must be in a flirty mood.

“if that’s what you want,” he flirts back, flashing you his gorgeous grin. the passage is still sort of tight, so his knuckles continually brush against the back of your hand, and the fabric of his jacket rustles against yours.

“being a flirt today, are we?” you tease, maybe pushing the limits a little.

“just for you,” he fires back, and that just about stuns you into silence. he’s in an awfully good mood for someone stuck hunting a killer in the sewers under an unfamiliar city. you nudge him playfully with your elbow, not even sure how to respond with words. so with that, you fall into a comfortable, familiar silence, the only sounds being the echo of your sloshing footsteps through the sewer.

out of boredom, sam teases you with his pinky finger, sticking it out and poking your hand with it. you push back gently, playing along. he escalates the game by poking your side. you giggle a little, swatting at his big hand. 

“stop that!” you whisper-shout. “what if the shapeshifter comes along and we’re too distracted because you’re tickling me?” his proximity, his flirting, and his goddamn smile are already distracting enough. 

“i wasn’t tickling you, just poking,” he teases, but doesn’t do it again since you’re right enough.

“yeah, you said that last week after you did that. it tickles, which means you’re tickling me,” you retort before letting the silence fall over you again.

you head down a narrow path, forcing sam to walk behind you. even then, you can feel his closeness. a minute later, you step out into a wider area where a grate lets in a stream of moonlight. sam comes out after you, stopping by your side. the moonlight casts a glow on his face and, like you always do, you can’t help but think about how pretty he looks, even after a long hour and counting of traipsing around in a sewer. continually, even in the more open space, he stays right by your side, close enough for your elbows to brush.

“think we should call dean?” he suggests, “regroup, maybe call it a night?”

you tilt your head to the side in acknowledgment. “tempting,” you respond, “i’m getting hungry. let’s at least call him, then go from there.” you step further into the space in fron of you, trying to escape the chilly draft coming from the narrow pathway you came in from. but the floor in here is slicker than you realize, and you slip embarrassingly hard, completely losing your footing and letting out a short gasp as you fall.

sam’s instincts are impeccable as always, and a strong arm wraps around your waist before you can fall too far. once you’re steady, sam doesn’t move to pull you all the way up and onto your own feet. he just keeps you dependant on his hold to stay off the slippery floor and brings his other hand to meet the one wrapped around your side. he looks down at you, half of his face illuminated by moonlight, the other half fallen into shadow. you stare right back up at him, flustered but too happy for any sort of such purposeful physical contact with him to care about that.

it feels like a movie with you in his arms like this, willingly stuck there by the both of you. then he leans down closer to you and your eyes widen. in the partial darkness, he looks at you like he’s no longer just wondering if he loves you, more like he knows it for sure. he looks at you with such unabashed love, so overwhelming in a way that you hadn’t expected from him for a long while, if ever. you think that for sure he’s going to kiss you, and you know even better that you’d let him without a second thought.

this certainly isn’t how you imagined it’d be at all. not this soon and not in the middle of a sewer system, surrounded by awful smells and an unpleasant humidity. you suppose that the moonlight filtering down is nice enough, and that you’d never expected anything grandiose or overly romantic with him anyway.

then you hear footsteps, and a split second later, your name being called in sam’s voice. only it wasn’t the sam holding you who said it, it was someone behind you. it only takes a millisecond for everything to click. this sam, the one holding you close, cut himself with a knife you recognized. that’s why you didn’t bat an eye, but you failed to remember that that particular knife of sam’s isn’t made of silver, just a weaker and ineffective metal alloy.

before you can process it, that exact knife is being plunged into your gut. you let out a strangled cry of pain.

sam, the real sam, shouts your name again and you think you hear his running footsteps until he stops dead in his tracks when the shifter yanks the knife from your stomach and puts it to your throat. you cry out again, choking a little on your own breath as you stretch your neck, trying to see your sam. 

but the shifter presses the knife down, drawing a line of blood on your neck and growls, “look at me. you’re going to watch your precious little sammy as he slices your throat.”

you can imagine sam putting his hands in the air, mouth open and ready to talk the shifter out of it when you hear two loud gunshots, and you’re dropped to the floor, too shaken up to break your own fall. your head hits the ground hard, and the next thing you can register is sam again. you get his voice and his hands, one sliding under your neck to cup the back of your head and the other pressing hard against your wound. he winces when you grunt in pain at that, but keeps his hand in place.

“hey, hey. stay with me. look at me, c’mon.” his words are followed by your name, said in a sweet and desperate sort of way. you’re still dazed, but your head begins to clear up a bit. above you, sam’s face is pinched in worry, so much more worry than you’d expect him to express because of something as easily fixed as a measly stab wound.

it’s not completely inconsequential and it’s bleeding a whole lot more than you’d like, but you’ve dealt with this sort of thing and worse before. sam will stitch you up and you’ll be as good as new in a few days. even better, cas might come around soon and he’ll fix it right up for you.

“‘m fine, sam,” you grumble as dean drops down by your other side.

“shifter’s dead. we should go,” he says, more to sam than you since he’s clearly the most worried out of you all. dean places his hands on your arm, ready to help you up, but sam just pulls you into his arms and up against his chest. he stands and you wince from the pain of the movement, but relax a little seconds later. you expected to limp out of this nasty place, one arm slung around each of the boys as they do the heavy lifting but keep you on your feet. it seems sam won’t risk even that; he needs you closer, more protected, and in less pain.

dean leads the way to an exit, climbing up the ladder first and opening the heavy grate. only when you urge him to does sam let you down. he knows that he can’t carry you up, but he sure would have liked to. instead, he has to settle for lifting you as best as he can, his strong hands never straying from you until they’re on your ankles and dean’s got you, pulling you up the rest of the way and letting you lean on him until sam reappears.

the fresh air is amazing to breathe in and to feel on your skin, but what you’d most like is to be laying in bed after a long, hot shower. and to not be in quite as much pain. you sigh into dean’s jacket, and just a second later he’s shifting you back into sam’s waiting arms. he doesn’t sweep you up this time, but he keeps you steady while dean jogs off to get the impala and bring it to you. with strong hands, sam eases you to the curb on the side of the road and wraps his arms around you, keeping a wide palm pressed against your wound to staunch the bleeding.

as you wait, sam is silent, and not in the soft and comfortable way he often is around you. you’re sure that he’s got a million things to say, not all of them 100% fair to you and all of them completely worried.

and there’s just so much to say that he can’t choose, and he thinks that, for your sake, he should hold back. sam knows he can get a little too angry sometimes, and you’re bleeding badly with your face smushed unattractively against his shoulder and he knows that this isn’t the time. he shouldn’t yet interrogate you about what happened or tell you aloud that he’s overly worried about you because suddenly he’s feeling things for you that he didn’t realize he was feeling before.

you let him brood in silence, and though this is just about the closest physically that you’ve been with him today, he feels sort of distant and unreachable. it pains you.

when dean arrives, sam loads you into the car, piling into the back seat after you to give you a shoulder to lean on. you can feel dean’s eyes on you as he glances back through the rearview mirror, and you’re sure that he too wants to ask what happened, how the shifter managed to trick you despite the rules you’d set.

“dean, we should head to the hospital,” sam says, his voice cutting into the tense silence of the car. you shake your head weakly.

“no, sam. i’m fine, seriously.”

“no,” he counters, “you’re bleeding a lot. we’re going to the hospital to get you some real stitches.

“your stitches work just fine,” you argue, your words half lost in the fabric of his coat.

“and what if you need more than just stitches? we can’t risk that,” he presses, and you know he’s not going to give up.

“sammy’s right,” dean piles on, and you sigh, then wince in pain. you don’t even grumble out an annoyed, “fine,” and instead just like the silence take over again as a begrudging relentment.

When all the doctors do is give you a few stitches and an iv and let you out just an hour later, you resist the urge to say “i told you so.” but really, you’re glad for the professional help, knowing that, though you still feel like shit, you’re far better off than you would’ve been if you’d gone straight back to the motel. the car ride is quiet, but you know that you’re due for a bit of an interrogation when you get back.

tonight, dean starts it, because sam is practically brooding in the corner.

“so, you gonna let us in on what the hell you were thinking back there?” he asks, sounding ready to just about throw his hands up in the air. “did you really not follow the single rule we set? it almost got you killed.”

“i know, and i did,” you sigh, “but it tricked me. it had one of sam’s knives and it cut itself and i wasn’t paying enough attention to realize it wasn’t one of sam’s silver knives. it was a damn good actor too,” you explain. dean clenches his jaw, probably looking for some other point to make. these winchesters never know when to stop arguing. “we’ve all been tricked by shifters before. it happens, i messed up, you saved my ass. that’s all.”

you guess dean’s not in as much of a fighting mood as you thought, because he just shrugs. “you’re damn right about the ass saving part.”

you crack a wry smile, “guess it’s my turn to save your ass then.”

“only thing i need saving from now is that sewer stench. so i will call first dibs on the shower.” he leaves no room for argument on that front as he disappears into the bathroom. only then do you glance at sam, wondering if he’ll say something. his expression has got so many emotions swirling around that it’s almost unreadable. but you’re you, and you know him and love him in a way that nobody else does, so you can decipher it all pretty well. there’s anger, like always, probably targeted at the shifter and a bit misplaced in you for getting yourself hurt. then there’s guilt, because, in classic sam fashion, he likely thinks that it’s his fault.

you’d put the pieces together a bit ago in the hospital. the red marks above sam’s eyebrow and around his wrists and the shifter having sam’s knife and appearance tells you that the shifter got the jump on sam. it probably hit him over the head, tied him up, and stole his knife after stealing his appearance and accessing his memories. and though you can know that it’s clearly not sam’s fault the shifter got to you, he’ll still think so.

he’s thinking that because the shifter got the drop on him, you got hurt. he’s thinking about how trusting you were because it looked like him, about the position he found you in, and though he couldn’t see it, he knows the look you were giving his lookalike. he’s sure that it was that syrup-sweet, honey-dripping-from-your-eyes look that he’s been all too aware of and all too fond of these days. and because of that, it must be his fault.

on top of that, he feels like he was the one to do it. you got hurt by something with his face. you were almost killed and the last thing you would have seen would have been a cold, dark smirk on his face as he killed you. that thought pained him more than anything he could express.

you, of course, don’t yet understand the full depth of his guilt, but it bothers you anyways. you wish that sam could stop blaming himself for everything bad that’s ever happened when all he’s ever done is try to be good. while in the midst of wondering if you should speak first, interrupt his self-destructive thoughts and tell him it’s not his fault, he beats you to it.

“you should’ve been more careful.” his voice is unexpectedly hard and cold, devoid of his usual guilt and gentleness. tonight, he’s more focused on his anger. and of course, you know it’s because of that guilt that he lashes out, but it hurts nonetheless. even so, you want to soften him and get him to open up, so you apply the opposite tactic as him.

when you speak, you let your voice be full of emotion, of sincerity and gentleness and understanding. “i know, sam. i’ll pay more attention next time, i promise. but i’m okay.”

this catches him off guard a bit. normally, when he targets misplaced anger at you, you fire back and tell him how stupid it is that he’s trying to blame you. he already knows it’s stupid, and your soft eyes make him even more guilty. it’s not as if he’s being just as silly this time, but your approach works, a little.

sam does soften a bit; you can see the slight change in the way that he holds his shoulders, but it’s not enough to get him to admit that he’s just worried and blaming himself. all you get is pursed lips and a tight brow. he just can’t get over the image of himself plunging a knife into you, can’t get over your cry of pain or the feel of your hot and sticky blood seeping through the cracks of his fingers.

sam’s realizing that, for all the countless times you’ve come close to death, this is the first time since he’s started to think that he’s most likely in love with you. and that, more than anything else in the world, not the literal devil or the apocalypse or whatever, is the scariest thing that sam’s had to realize and endure in a long time.

now, sam can’t run from being lucifer’s vessel. even if he never gives in, he has to confront it and fix it somehow. he certainly can’t run from the apocalypse, or the world will end. he can’t have that, not when the world is you. it’s his responsibility. sam can’t run from those things, but he sure as hell can run from the way he feels about you. and he’d do that because he can’t afford to be in love with you. you can’t afford for him to be in love with you or for you to be in love with him because it seems like that’s already gotten you stabbed by a hand that looks just like his own. and all that’s happened between the two of you is playful flirting, sidelong glances, and shared smiles, so he can’t imagine what might happen if things go an inch further than they already have.

he got jess killed, he hurt you bad with ruby, and though sarah’s still alive as far as he knows, he attributes that to the fact that she’s far, far away from him. not to mention the people he loved like family who are dead because of him too. that’s another horrifying thought because even if sam didn’t love you the way that he does, he’d surely still love you some other way.

so, sam’s going to run, sam’s not going to let you any closer, sam is going to keep you at an arm’s length. he’ll stop looking at you like he wants you, he’ll stop hovering so near, he’ll quit his goal of making you smile or laugh at least three times a day, and he’ll do everything he can to make sure you don’t love him too much. he can’t let you tell him you love him, he can’t let you confess because he’ll be too far gone if he hears that come out of your mouth. he’s gonna run because he’s decided with horror and glory all at once that yes, he does love you, and that’s the worst thing he could do to you other than slit your throat with his own two shaking hands.

from where you sit, just feet apart, you can see sam grow more and more distant by the second. you can’t figure out what’s going through his head, but you’re sure you wouldn’t like it if you heard him say it aloud. you open your mouth to say something to him, get him to say something back, but you can’t find the words. anything you come up with gets stuck in the back of your throat before you can even make a sound.

sam looks at you, just for a fleeting moment that’s too fast and slippery for you to grab hold of it. his eyes hold regret, like he’s done something that he can’t take back, and he doesn’t like what he’ll have to do next in order to keep the consequences at bay.

then his eyes are gone from yours, along with that strange look, and you’re suddenly at a loss of how to reach out to him. it hurts because you know that what it will really take is time and patience, maybe more than he deserves.

you barely notice the time passing, but you watch sam take dean’s place in the bathroom and you can feel dean’s eyes on your back. you’re sure he can feel the shift in the air. when sam returns from the shower, you realize just how badly you want to get clean. you walk to the bathroom and feel a little lucky when you find a small plastic tub to fill with soapy water. you can’t take a real shower for the sake of keeping your stitches dry, but you’ll be damned if you can’t get that sewer stench off of yourself. when you bend to place the tub at the bottom of the bathtub, you grunt audibly in pain due to the movement. you sort of expect sam to come running to help like he always does, already surprised that he didn’t offer from the start when you told the boys you were going to wash up.

apparently, dean had expected the same; while he’s more than happy to be the one to help you, sam almost always beats him to that sort of thing before he can even try. you glance through the open door and see dean looking from you to sam, back to you before he stands from his bed in a rush.

“hey, hey, whatcha doin’ all that by yourself for? can’t have you busting any stitches, we paid for those,” he jokes, already in the bathroom with you by the time he’s finishes talking.

“pfft, yeah with stolen credit cards,” you retort, without actually resisting his aid. he takes your place by the faucet, nudging the bucket under it and turning on the hot water. you’re lucky that the shower doubles as a small bath, meaning you can easily sit in it alongside the bucket and just wipe yourself down without getting the floor wet.

you sit on the closed toilet seat as dean fills up the bucket, adds some soap, and mixes it around a little.

“want me to help you in?” he offers.

“mm, are you trying to see me naked?” you poke fun.

“and if i said yes?” he jokes back.

“then you’d never see the light of day again,” you threaten, already moving to slide off your jeans, with a bit of a struggle. dean’s strong hand immediately finds your elbow, holding you steady. you’re not worried about either brother seeing you in just your underwear. with the life you live, stuck in motels, or getting hurt in less than ideal spots, they’ve seen you that way plenty. and while dean can’t hold back from a lewd comment or two, he completely respects you and views you like another sibling. he helps you with your shirt too, as lifting your arms up proves even more painful than you’d thought.

dean kindly sets a folded towel down on the bottom of the shower bed for you to sit more comfortably, then helps you ease in. then he’s grabbing two clean wash rags, dunking one in the water and handing the other to you.

“try and keep those stitches as dry as you can,” he instructs, and you oblige by placing the dry rag over your covered wound. “we’ll change the bandages when you’re done.”

“mhmm,” you nod, “thank you, dean.”

“‘course, kid. you want me to get your back? or i can send sammy in to help instead,” he offers, saying that last part loud enough for sam to hear. you glance out the open bathroom door only to catch sight of sam’s back as he heads for the outside door. he moves out of your line of sight, but you can hear the door being open and shut behind him. you sigh in disappointment and a bit of hurt. dean curses lightly under his breath and you suddenly feel awkward and ashamed for no practical reason. but dean knows that sam isn’t being as good to you as he should, so he’s being extra nice instead.

“if you– if you could do it that would be nice. thanks,” you frown, then try to fix it with a strained smile. when dean is done, he hands the damp cloth to you, and you thank him again quietly.

“just holler if you need anything else,” he reminds you before walking out, leaving the door open by just a sliver.

you carefully wipe down the rest of your body, relishing in the heat of the water and the feeling of being just a little cleaner. you’re slow about it, letting yourself savor the alone time and telling yourself that you won’t worry about the events of the day until tomorrow. during the time that you clean yourself, you hear the outside door open and close twice more, and you assume sam’s come back and left again. by the time you’re done with the soapy water, it’s gone lukewarm, but you’re successfully feeling much more relaxed.

“dean!” you call out, hoping he’ll come and change the water for you so that you can get rid of any extra soap suds still lingering on your skin. there’s no reply for a long moment. “dean?” you call again. “can you help me again?”

without a word in response, you hear footsteps, then the creak of the bathroom door. instead of dean, you find sam poking his head into the room.

he clears his throat awkwardly. “dean left to get some more food. i can, uh– i can help.”

“oh, okay,” you smile at him a little, then feel sort of pathetic because of the hope that rises in your chest. you force your voice into nuetrality. “thanks, sam. i, uh, i just need to dump this out and get some new water. it’s just sort of heavy.”

“right, yeah. of course.” sam enters the room fully, filling up the small space with his tall, broad frame. when he gets close, you extend a hand, silently asking him to help you stand first, despite the fact that you could do it yourself with the help of the wall. but sam can’t very well deny you, so he obliges by grabbing your hand and placing the other around your bicep to hoist you up. his strong hands and arms pull you up easily, and help you back onto the tile floor. you feel the tickle of a rivulet of water run down your right leg, then a few more on your left. sam dutifully pulls the towel you were sitting on out and hands it to you before he dumps out the soapy water and turns on the faucet, checking the temperature before letting it splash into the bucket

you stand there in silence, watching him work, watching him keep his eyes averted from your almost naked form, watching him struggle with being so close to you.

“there,” he says simply when he’s done, grabbing the towel from you and placing it back on the bottom of the tub. once he’s eased you back down to sitting in the shower, he straightens and takes a step backwards towards the door. but he can’t just leave, not like that. “is there anything else you need?”

you think you’re allowed to be a little selfish sometimes, so you say yes. “uh, yeah. could you, uhm, could you just wipe down my back? i can’t tell if there’s still soap on it.” sam almost tells you that there isn’t and just walks away, but he caves to you and the look in your eyes.

he looks like he’s not sure if he wants to stiffen and close himself off and do it in silence, or soften and open himself up to being gentle with you. it seems he’s unable to treat you too coldly, no matter what sort of fear or silent commitments to staying clear of you he’s made.

“‘f course,” he agrees after a moment, getting down on his knees, pressed right up against the wall of the bathtub as he takes the wet rag from you and dips into the newly hot water. he keeps his eyes trained on the skin of your back, and you keep yours to the plain white surface of the tile wall in front of you. his hand is as gentle, warm, and encompassing as you know it to be. of course, he’s trying not to touch you directly, keeping most of his hand covered by up the cloth. but the motel rag isn’t a generous size, and his hands are, so the base of his palm or the pads of his fingertips keep brushing against your cool skin. he’s hot in comparison to you, as per usual.

the task doesn’t have to take long at all, but sam must be having trouble parting from you now that he’s back and so, so close. so, he takes the rag across the whole expanse of your back more than once, applying a gentle pressure that soothes and relaxes your still tense muscles. only once he’s heard a sigh of satisfaction leave your lips does he bring his hand away from you.

there’s a few more moments of quiet, only punctuated by the sounds of lightly sloshing water as he dips the rag back into the water, then squeezes it out so that it’s not too soaked for your next use. he hands it to you and asks, “anything else?” without getting up or even glancing at the door like he wants to escape. he lets himself look at your face for a moment, before tearing his gaze away once more.

you shake your head lightly. “that’s all. thanks.”

“mhmm,” he nods, “tell me if you need me.” that’s not how he meant to say things, but it’s how it came out anyways. and oh how you wish to tell him, i need you. he wants to hear you say it too, until he remembers himself and the fact that he’d cave if he did. and he can’t cave, not ever, not even if you told him that you need him. these days he feels like he needs you.

“okay.” you wait for him to leave before you put your attention back on yourself. when he closes the door behind himself, you heave out a deep sigh, then yawn, suddenly hit with a wave of bone-deep exhaustion. you make quick work of wiping off the rest of your body and brace yourself on the wall to stand. you’re not sure you can bear being stuck with sam in such close proximity again tonight, so you dress yourself with just a bit of trouble and leave the tub of water alone for one of the boys to take care of tomorrow.

when you leave the bathroom, dean’s still gone and sam’s laying on his bed. you almost tear up at the sight of him, tucked tightly into one half of the space and his back so purposefully facing your side of the bed. upset with this small cruelty, you climb into dean’s bed instead and fall asleep on your back before you can even change your bandages.

—

last night you caught sam reaching for your hand. he was motioning with the hand further from you, distracted as he complained about something dean said earlier. you glanced down for no particular reason and a movement caught your eye. his unoccupied hand had drifted closer to you, reaching out seemingly on instinct, as if walking next to you should mean holding hands with you. quickly, you looked away, and you never felt his hand even brush past yours. but you heard the rustle of his jacket as he moved, the pause in his words, and the shift in tone when he finally continued to speak. you don’t think he knows that you noticed.

and the day before that, he gave you this dazzling smile and didn’t even think twice about it. sometimes he’ll smile at you wide, and the pretty look on his face will be ripped away as if he’s had some horrible realization that smiling at you is somehow a sin. but this last time, the smile faded naturally, untouched by the overbearing hesitancy he seems to have kept clutched in his hands for the past few weeks since that night with the shapeshifter.

there’s this constant push and pull coming from him that you can’t quite wrap your head or heart around. many days, he’s distant and that’s it. all you get is talk of cases or how to stop the goddamn apolcalypse. other days he’s able to be decently normal; he’ll joke and chat a little and you’ll get a glimpse of your sam. and some days he just can’t stay away, like there’s this tug pulling him to you that’s too strong to resist. it calls his hand towards yours, his eyes all over your face, and his body to stand right by you. those days he can’t cover up any sort of longing gaze and he’s stuck staring right at you and missing you more than he ever imagined he’d have to.

you suppose you prefer the in between days, because they’re the closest to the sam that you’ve had by your side for so long. they’re closest to the sam that’s your best friend, the sam who didn’t know he loved you yet. those are the days you can most easily pretend that something isn’t wildly off about you and him, because dealing with unrequited love has sort of become your norm. and while the days he can’t hide that he feels more for you are a desirable confirmation that there’s some part of him that can’t resist you, they’re also a painful reminder that it’s not quite enough to keep him from distancing himself.

and lord, it just hurts so much when one of those sweet days turns sour. you’ll feel at ease, hopeful and glad for the day's luck, when suddenly the good day has turned too good or one of you has laughed too sweet and loud because of the other. at that, sam will instantly pull away as if it’s dangerous to be happy together. you can see his eyes change from content because of you to tortured because of you and all you want to do is take him by the shoulders and shake him hard. then mostly likely kiss him hard too, if you can get him to come to his senses.

of course, there’s that never ending love. you really don’t think you could stop loving him if you tried with all of your might. but there’s certainly anger. each day that passes by, you become angrier and angrier with him, so frustrated with him and his stupid decisions. with too much time to think about him and his odd behavior, you feel nearly sure that he’s just plain old afraid. of losing you or hurting you or some other classic, stupid reason and frankly, it’s completely unromantic. it’s making you feel like you’re losing your mind.

so when sam takes today, a half-normal day where you don’t feel the weight of his hesitance bearing down on you, and he snatches that away with a simple, closed-off expression, you feel far too fed up to just let it go.

dean’s off at some bar and though his support in your argument might help—because you’re almost positive that dean is on your side and is getting nearly as frustrated as you—you need to confront sam alone first.

you let silence reign in the motel room until sam’s done showering and about to settle into doing a bit of extra research before heading to bed.

“sam,” you start, already cursing to yourself when he looks at you without any of his usual eagerness to hear you talk. you’re sure he can already tell that you’re displeased from the way you said his name. “we have to talk.” 

his jaw clenches and he glances down at the closed laptop in front of him. he contemplates how to answer for a moment. “i should really check for any signs of lucifer. we haven’t gotten anything new in weeks, we’re bound to catch wind of something soon.”

your anger flares, but you tamp it down in favor of keeping this conversation as civil as possible. an angry you plus an angry sam never ends well, and you’re determined to make yourself heard before either of you walk away in frustration.

“no, sam. don’t ignore me. i know that you checked during lunch today, so it can wait until tomorrow,” you counter.

“this is important, you know that.” his voice is so flat and emotionless and stubborn and so unlike him that it hurts.

“it is,” you agree, “but you already checked today, so i’m asking you not to make excuses and listen to me, sam. it’s not that hard.” you bite your tongue, almost wishing you hadn’t made that last biting comment because you know it’ll just antagonize him. but you also know that your anger is warranted.

you can see sam realizing he can’t get out of this conversation in the way that he purses his lips in frustration.

“i– y’know, i’ve really tried to give you time.” you don’t wait for him to really look at you to start. “we all need time sometimes, but it’s not fixing anything. you’re not… you’re not trying to fix anything, it feels like.”

he won’t even look at you when he talks. “what do you want me to fix?”

“the way you’re treating me!” you say, indignant and raising your voice a little, unable to hold back. “you– i don’t know, you’re acting so strange! like– like one second you’re normal. normal sam, my best friend sam. and then you act like you don’t want me around. like you’d rather be stuck in the car and motel rooms with anyone else in the world but me.” only once you start talking do you realize just how much you have to say. it’s not just stop acting this way, or let’s talk about it, it’s so much more. so much that you need him to hear and to understand.

your voice quiets again. “you know, once, you told me that i was a god-send. that, that you can put up with all this shit because we get to do it together. it’s always been you and me! of course, it’s always been you and dean, but sam! we’re best friends,” you say it more like a plea than a statement. “you used to say that. then it got to the point where it felt like we didn’t even have to say anything at all. we just were. it used to feel like you’d do anything for me, just like i’d do for you. i never even questioned that, not once until ruby came along. even then, i knew it wasn’t you. not an excuse, but i knew, once she was gone, you’d figure it out again. just like always. we always figure it out. so why, why for the love of god are you not even trying?” your own words hit you like a wall of bricks. when things happen, when things go wrong, or you don’t understand something, you’ve always figured it out together. what you’re supposed to do is voice your concerns to the other and usually without saying the words, ask for help. this time, sam won’t share the burden with you, won’t attempt to figure it out with you even when it so clearly involves you.

sam opens his mouth to speak, and at least he’s looking at you now, but you won’t let him say a word yet. he’ll shut you down, and you can’t have that.

“why do i suddenly feel so stuck? i feel like there’s nothing i can do, like you’re slipping away, right through my fingertips! and that’s just the strangest feeling when, for the longest time, i was convinced that you’d be the one constant in my life. i really, really thought that way, sam. and i get that i’m biased and blinded by my own feelings, i just never imagined that you’d do anything like this, pull away so suddenly and quickly and adamantly like it’s your life’s mission to put a bulletproof wall in between us. so, i guess at the very least, i’d like a bit of an explanation as to why you don’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

your question hangs in the air, heavier and more smothering than a water-soaked wool blanket. you suppose you could keep talking; you’re not anywhere near out of things to say, but you need him to respond. he’s the one letting the silence take over, not you. he takes a deep breath, like he’s known he’d have to explain eventually, but would never be the one to willingly bring it up.

he answers plainly, almost honest. “it’s safer this way. it’s dangerous for you to be close to me.” you want to scream because you were right. you would’ve loved to have been wrong, for him to have magically had some good reason for all this. but in the end, it has come down to the evils of the world pressing down on a good man and that good man caving to believe what the evils tell him he is. you want to scream because sam is wrong. being close to him feels like saving grace. 

he’s not cursed, he’s not the cause of all the pain and death that rains down on the people he loves. and what about him? what about all the pain and death that rains upon him? where does he get reprieve, an apology for being singled out and tossed through all of these horrors by unexplainable forces? why can’t he blame god? why can’t he see that it’s not his fault?

“that’s not true,” you beg, “and it’s not an excuse to treat me like shit.” he looks away, a physical manifestation of the fact that he doesn’t want to admit that you’re right about at least that.

“i’m not trying to… to hurt you.” sam face just falls. he looks devastated. he wasn’t trying to hurt you, in fact, he was trying to do just the opposite, but it happened anyway. “see?” he pleads, desperate for you to understand, “no matter what i do, being around me is hurting you. i can’t keep putting people through that.”

“so what? you’re gonna pretend to hate dean too?” you counter.

sam looks hurt. “i wasn’t pretending to hate you. i’d never even pretend to feel that way about you, i–” he stops himself before he can say the words and clears his throat, not trying to be subtle when he changes the subject. “dean’s different. he’s involved in all this shit too. he doesn’t have a choice but to be around me, but you? you could be safe somewhere else.”

“and you think i want that? you think i’d make the choice to leave you, just to be a little safer?” you want to keep going, but he interrupts you.

“no, that’s exactly it. you’d never leave us, and i know that. but if– if we stay at a distance, you might be safer.” he’s doing everything he can not to make it sound like he wants you to go. he just can’t explain that the issue is that he loves you, that he thinks the solution is to stop loving each other.

“that’s bullshit,” you shake your head. “sam, i know that you think you’re cursed or some shit like that, but it’s not true. none of this is your fault.”

“how? how is it not my fault? the people i love die because of me, and no other reason. how is that not my fault?” he argues, desperately believing himself.

“because you’re not the one who killed them! you didn’t make that choice. those things happened to you too, sam. how much grief and loss have you had to go through because of things you couldn’t control? it was never your fault, sam.”

“and yet, if they weren’t around me, they never would have died. it doesn’t matter what choices i made, it was the simple act of being close to me that’s gotten so many people killed. and i can’t lose you, too. i just can’t and it’s just too possible that it’ll be because of me. i can’t live with that. i can’t let you get hurt.” this is the most raw his voice has been in weeks, months maybe even. you can see just how completely, irrationally terrified he is that he’ll get you killed and you’re starting to think that he’s too far gone for you to reel back to reality, to hope and perseverance and closeness. but you can’t seem to give up, still full of things to say.

“that’s not how this works!” you refute. “this is my life, it’s your life, our life. and whether or not i’m around you or close to you, i’ll still get hurt! it’s not like i’m just going to quit hunting so you don’t have to worry. so sam, you could hurt me on purpose; pull away, refuse me when you have to know damn well how i feel about you. it’s not like i’ve ever really been that subtle, you were just never looking for it until now. or– or you could do your best and if i get hurt, it's an accident, right?” you practically beg for him to agree, for him to see that treating you this way is so much worse than anything else that could happen to you because of him.

he curses under his breath. you’re getting so close to saying the sort of words that will make his resolve snap, one way or another. he says nothing and you’re still waiting for him to understand you. so, you hit him with something even more solid and irrevocable than your logic: your love.

“you can’t seriously think that i’m going to just let things go on like this, can you? is this really your plan? to pretend we don’t care about each other? to throw over a decade of friendship out the window because you think somehow it’ll keep me safe?” you make sure that he’s looking you straight in the eyes as you continue, voice thick with emotion, “sam, there’s nothing, nothing that could keep me from loving you. i’ve loved you since you were seventeen, at least. i was watching you study, realizing that you really were gonna go to college. damn, i was so happy for you and i was ready to do anything to help you get there. then i started thinking about how much i was gonna miss you. wondering if maybe i could get away too. if we could get away together. the next week my dad dragged me away on another hunt and i didn’t see you for a year. we saw each other nearly right before you left and i considered asking if i could run away with you. but i didn’t want you to have to drag any remnants of the life with you, and i was exactly that. i wouldn’t have been able to make it anyway.

“and you know, the saying that absence makes the heart go fonder, it’s not psychologically true. the more time you spend with someone, the more you get to love them. but i really felt like it was sort of true because i missed you so bad that it made me love you all the more. i tried to talk dean out of asking you to come back to look for your dad, but when i saw you again i gave up on that. i didn’t care that you had had jess or that you liked madison or sarah, and sure, ruby hurt a little more than them, but no matter what, i just liked being close to you. when i saw you again, i swore i couldn’t look away. and i was content loving you through looks and longing and letting you be. 

“but sam,” your voice cracks as you say his name and you try to swallow your tears, “this is just cruel. there’s not even anyone else, but you feel so much farther than you’ve ever been. you’d really refuse me after you dare to give me hope that you might actually love me back? i spend far too much time looking at you to miss the way you look at me. and i love listening to your voice so much that i could never miss the way your voice has changed when you talk to me as of late. you gave me hope for just a few weeks, and now you’re asking me to– to what?” you shake your head, not even sure what he’s trying to change or fix and how.

“you want me to let you go? and what, that’s it? do you want me to stick around but pretend i don’t love you? or– or do you want me to just stop loving you and you think that’ll somehow fix things? because that sure as hell isn’t possible,” you look at him so carefully, so deeply as you search for an answer in his eyes. “or do you just want me to go?”

you didn’t mean that question, but sam truly considers it. at first you desperately wish that you could take it back. you don’t want to go, you don’t think you can be apart from him like that.

but he goes and does the worst thing that he could and he tells you, “yes. you should go.” he can’t even look you in the eye when he says it and you know that you with certainty that you can’t stay. you can’t do that to yourself, to your pride, to your peace of mind. because with those four words he’s told you that he loves you, but not enough to try.

or too much, perhaps. he loves you too much to try, because it’s him who will really be worse off if something he does gets you killed. sure, you’d be dead, but sam… sam would be alive and stuck with far too much guilt and loneliness and loss and greif to deal with. but if you go, then sam can’t be responsible for you. he can’t curse you with his love that way, so sam may want you closer to him than he’s ever wanted anybody, but he wants even more for you to go.

you want to say something awful back. i hate you crosses your mind, but it’s so far from the truth that you couldn’t even say it out loud. if you did, it would still mean i love you.

you’re horrible, sam, is the next thing that falls into your mouth, but you clamp your jaw shut before those words can fall out. you don’t swallow though, you let the words sit on your tongue and you taste them and consider them. because in a way, they’re true. sam’s being horrible to you. but you’re naive, and, oh right, hopelessly in love with him, which means you want to spare him. it means that you don’t want to convince him further that he can never be good enough for you, because he is. he is when he isn’t being like this, and if he can figure it out, maybe he’ll beg on bended knee for you to come back, say he’ll do anything to make it up to you, tell you he still loves you so much and he can’t be apart from you if you’ll let him come close again.

but you’re so fucking angry at him. you’re almost blinded with love, but not quite because you already know that those hopes of yours are ridiculous moments after you think of them. he’s burned any possibility of you and him to the ground. you know this and you know that he knows it too. you hope it haunts him forever and you don’t care if that’s cruel.

“go ahead, sam,” you laugh humorlessly, bitterly. the sound makes him look up from the guilty hole he’s burning into the table top with his eyes. “add me to your list of ghosts before i’m even dead, and know, without a doubt, that this time it really was you who did. you lit the match, sam. you pulled the trigger.” he looks at you, dumbfounded as if he finally understands what you’ve been trying to say this whole time but knows that he’s gone too far. once a trigger’s been pulled, it can’t be undone and he knows that. that knowledge is a sort of pain that rings in his ears and swirls violently in his stomach.

you grab your coat from the hanger on the wall beside you.

“wait,” he chokes out, tears shining in his eyes. you shoot him a harsh look and he shuts his mouth. he doesn’t get to say that word.

“i’ll call if i figure out how to stop the fucking apocalypse. otherwise, tell dean not to call, ‘cause i’m not coming back.” you grab your bag from the floor by the bed and walk past him to take all the cash from his wallet. you feel his eyes follow you until you reach the door.

hand on the door knob, you turn back to him and you stare him square in the eye to be sure he can see your tears, to show him he made you cry. you won’t tell him he’s horrible, so you’ll settle for a simple, “you’re wrong, sam. you’re wrong about this.”

then you walk out the door, cursing yourself for hating the sound of him crying more than anything in the world.

[vlareina]

Honey, we’re getting married in a week

This is just a jc/lxh marriage fic idea cause I want them to be in love.

WWX and LWJ are getting married super soon and so Jiang Cheng and nie huisang have been working to help plan and organize the wedding. 

Except, one day, a week before the wedding, the three of them get together in lotus pier (hmm will we make this modern setting? I kinda like the idea of modern setting and them all living so maybe just jc’s kitchen) to talk over breakfast and wwx tells them that he just eloped and got married to lwj because they were too excited to wait the final week for the wedding. nhs is sitting there spoon with soup raised halfway to his mouth as he looks between the besotted wwx and the about to kill a bitch jc. 

JC: “Okay sure yeah congratulations you absolute whore; what about the fucking wedding we’ve been planning for months??” WWX: “bro we’re ready to honey moon and the wedding was causing too much stress for the baby” points to self as jc considers throwing the fucking table at him “besides, this is much better. we can just go enjoy ourselves and call off the wedding; no biggie”

nhs slowly backs away from the table and any breakable items as Jc rushes wwx and is like “imma fucking kill you dude” They settle down after a bit of a collision and nothing’s expensive and permanently broken so it’s all fine.

but Jc is so incensed about the time and effort they’ve spent planning the wedding that he’s like “no bitch, we’re having this wedding; I've spend too much time planning the perfect wedding for it not to come true. that’s just a wedding crime if I've ever heard of one” (wwx and nhs just exchange raised eyebrow and shoulder shrugs) “besides, we can’t get the downpayment for the venue or the caterer back and I was really looking forward to the cake. So you know what? fuck you, if you wont marry then I’ll just get married instead”

NHS and WWX are just shocked and like staring at each other and jc in wide eyed disbelief because what just happened? where the fuck did jc wanting to get married come into play??

Jc on the other hand is absolutely coming to play with this because hey the wedding was already going to be the same invitees (damn jc needs more friends than just the ones he shares with wwx) since it’s the jiangs and lans marrying together; just a different coupling. 

JC turning to the living room where lan xichen, nie mingjue, and meng Yao are chilling (lwj is picking up the kids from school and will be picking up wwx/ dropping off the juniors later); “Hey babe, we’re getting married on Saturday. Mark our calendar and make sure your family knows!”

Xichen getting told he’s marrying in a week; basically being proposed to by a boyfriend yelling from the kitchen two rooms away: “yeah okay sounds good! I’ll tell my uncle when I see him for dinner later”--proceeds to tell work story to friends as if nothing happened,,,,friends are big eye shock face emoji face.

Nmj and jgy are like “uhhh wtf?? y’all are getting married just like that? a week to psych yourselves up?? it took us fucking years to be marriage ready; are you sure about this??”

lxh is just peaceful serenity so they’re like bruh idk about this but okay; do you.

JC and LXh go to bed that night after fielding quite a few phone calls and changing official works to fit their wedding tastes slightly more (jc realizes either he and wwx have too much alike or he planned his own perfect wedding)

As they lay in bed together they’re like “with or without marriage I want to spend the rest of my life with you.  It’s just a big party that we’re getting ready for; and it’s not like it’s enough time to build up the kind of nerves that could come into play for the planning part so let’s just roll with the punches. I love you.”

And somehow it works? it works out so perfectly and the wedding is absolutely perfect for them??

Epilogue would be years later they’re planning to renew their vows and are like “damn now we gotta plan this shit ourselves, knowing its for us and okay woah that’s a bit overwhelming, super stressful. Who wants to pretend and tell me to set up their wedding renewal ceremony/party only to back out at the last minute. I think that’s just how my brain is gonna figure this shit out.” and lxh just looks at jc with the biggest heart eyes possible and just grabs his hand and when they look into each other’s eyes, he tells him “I bet I can trick lwj into saying they’ll renew their vows and need us to plan their party” “damn I knew I married you for the right reason”

and it’s just cute and love and marriage!

[goldnkuro]

´ ´ learn the alphabet with noir ` `

a/n: anything that is in italics is in korean. i’ve been wanting to do this one for a while and it took me quite some days to think while making sure she’s in character poaskposkpksapos ALSO, let me know if any of you want to know the backstory of any of the quotes!

a:

“ayyyyyyy my man.” (greeting her male friends)

"annyeonghaseyo bishes.”

“at this point, i don’t even care anymore.”

b:

“banana BA NA NA NAAAAAAAA.”

“by the way, if i ever see anyone saying bad things to eun-chae just because she’s bi, expect to hear from my lawyer.”

“bruh moment.”

c:

“commence the yoinkage.”

“covid, PUH LEASE, get the hell out, you’ve overstayed your welcome, no one wants you here.”

“caffeine addict is what they call me, now pass me that cup so i can one-shot it.”

d:

“dude, I know what I’m doing, trust me. I got phd on youtube.”

“do you ever stare at people to see what their reaction will be? because i do.”

“DISCO TIME!”

e:

“eh, i’m gay.”

“everyone, i got an important question, is buttcheeks one word or should i spread them apart?”

“ehehehehe, i’ll clown all my members, ehehehehehe.”

f:

“first of all, i’m a claw machine master, okay? have some faith on me."

“fu-, sh-, dam-, AH you know what, i give up.”

“fancy uUUuuuuuu.” (voice crack)

g:

“guys shut the heck up, i’m listening to ateez”

“gosh, how can i be so talented?”

“gO GO GO GO, GET HIM!”

h:

“how about no?”

“hi horsie.” (feeding the horse with carrots while patting its neck)

"hamlet once said and i quote: 'o fuck'."

i:

“i’ve come to announce, i adopted a child.” (turns the camera to show mingi with yoo on his lap) “by the way, mingi’s the child.”

“i hate my brother, i want a new one.”

“i demand a refund on this friendship.”

j:

“jinnie could slap me with her vocal and i would still thank her.”

“je t'aime, mes gems.”

“just, what the heck is wrong with you?”

k:

“KI TWIN IS HERE! WHERE’S THE KO TWIN?! HARUKO!”

“ke ke ke… yes this is my weird laugh.”

“KILL THEM, EAT ALL THEIR CHILDREN!”

l:

“lol, sucks to be you.”

“logistically, soo-jin can’t live without me.”

“laura and jinnie are the demonic duo i would never dare to mess with.”

m:

“math should be permanently banned from existence.”

“mingi-ah, why are you and yunho such a hoe?”

“mayday mayday, haru’s being way too sweet.”

n:

“not my problem.”

“nan michin deushi awooo.”

“no, i won’t be growing taller any sooner, i already accepted it.”

o:

“oh god, why me?”

“obolary.”

“OH MY- boi.”

p:

“peniel, i love you, brother, i really do, but could you kindly rid ourselves of your presence?”

“protecc haru and hua at all costs.”

“please stop asking for my brother, he’s stinky and i’m better company.”

q:

“quoting the legendary hamlet, ‘no’.”

“quack.”

“q t? wait, are you flirting with me? wot.”

r:

“really? right in front of my salad?”

“RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!”

“rEEEEE!”

s:

“soo-young isn’t responding to normies at the moment, try again later.”

“santa claus doesn’t exist, sorry.”

“sup? how you doin’ babe?”

t:

“today’s tmi is that i’ll always be the prettiest.”

“there’s no filter when it comes to me, and we all know that.”

“... the more you know, i guess.”

u:

“um, am i interrupting something?” (seeing the maknaes cuddling up together)

“usually some of the members would accompany me on things like this, but it seems that i was ditched.”

“uh-huh… and what made you believe that i would actually do aegyo for free?”

v:

“vroom vroom.”

“venus might the quietest between us, but honestly? she’s the real demon.”

“verrry naiseu.”

w:

“whenever someone tells me ‘i love you noir’, i either throw up or say that i love me too.”

“watch me covering all the title songs from my favorite groups.”

“wae wae wae wae wae wae wae wae wae wae?” (annoying eun-chae)

x:

“xoxo is always the way when you’re lazy to write properly but still want to make it cute.”

“XIAN HUA!”, “yes?”, “... i love you.”

y:

“YASSSSS QUEEN”

“YEET!”

“you just got gnome’d.” (gnome noise)

z:

“zombie movies are good… for background noise, i mean.”

“zoos are fun, i can pet some animals for free.”

[bakugohoex]

“look bakugo you’re surrounded by extras”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: language, fluff

word count: 2700+

a/n: bruh i love me some bakugo, i really want to write for attack on titan so if anybody has any requests for any characters i’d love to do it, especially jean and levi cause they my babies

summary: in which you and bakugo are both pro heros and it’s work studies, what bakugo thought would be a pain seemed to have the benefits as he saw you in a better light 

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“You know how this works guys, they’ll do their work studies for a week, go on patrols with you guys, take care of them” You stood firm watching the pro hero go over the week, intern week was always hell on fire, it seemed that villains knew that this was the peak moment to create chaos.

As you were all dismissed you went over to Bakugo, he happened to be your partner for patrols and as much as he hated to admit it but you two were friends. It was mid-December and with your winter costumes on, the much-hated winter weather attacked your skin a lot more than you wanted it to.

“These extra’s are going to fucking kill me.” He scowls his hair needing a cut as it was overgrown, his hair looking how it did back in your UA days. The undercut he normally adorned had grown out and to say it didn’t make you simp would be a lie.

“You say that about everybody.” You laugh as you lean beside him, “Come on let’s go introduce ourselves, future number one.”

He rolled his eyes, he moved ahead as you shook your head at how he stood in front of the three teenagers who looked scared at the explosive boy. As you and Bakugo were the most experienced out of everybody, you had been tasked with keeping an eye on them whilst they would follow both you and Bakugo around. Workplaces were normally fine as you and Bakugo for the past couple years weren’t that much involved but now having these three kids follow you around, it was scary.

“The names Katsuki Bakugo” He crosses his arm, the intimidation and fear he brought about made you scoff as you slapped his arm.

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n and you guys will be following us around for the week.” You spoke a lot more cheerly to hopefully calm their nerves. Bakugo gave a grunt not speaking as you continued. “We’re going on a patrol, put your stuff in the lockers and we’ll meet you outside.”

They nod as they leave as quick as they came, “you’re too nice, we need to make them scared of us, we need to show them the brutal reality…”

You interrupt him, “they’re just kids, you remember our workplace with Best Jeanist and your shit hairstyle, let them have some fun, we experienced a lot and they’re not like we were.” 

He doesn’t speak only walking away, he hated when you were right, rather than giving a remark back he would always walk away from your common knowledge. You unfold your arms running to catch up to the boy.

You both waited outside seeing the three teenagers come up to you both, “Want to introduce yourselves.” You smile happily before you go for the afternoon patrol.

They go from right to left, introducing themselves and their quirks, Akihiro with his water quirk, Kiko with her wave quirk and Maiko with her manipulation of magnetic fields. They were all stronger than you had ever imagined, and you could see the admiration they had for the blond-haired boy.

“Nice to meet you all, I assume you all know our quirks, so we better get a move on.” You knew Bakugo would rather die then speak to the teenagers, he hated people his own age what made anybody think he’d like talking to teenagers.

He walked stoically as you explained what you normally did, they would ask questions until a question you had no answer to.

“Is Bakugo-san okay?” Kiko asked with a smile on her face.

“It varies from moment to moment, at the moment he’s ugh…”

You were interrupted as Bakugo showed you the back-alleyway deal occurring, it was small and a few teenagers trying to make easy cash from selling drugs. “Y/n, because you’ve done all the talking, let me handle this.”

He smirks as you roll your eyes, “Go ahead, I wouldn’t want to spoil your moment.”

The mocking manner dripping from your tongue, you shooed him away as all four of you watched at the scene about to occur, he quickly stopped the deal but what he didn’t expect was a quirk which hand made the ground bind onto Bakugo’s shoes, he was trapped and this was not what you expected.

“Stay here.” You mutter running away from the alley wall, as you climbed a ladder to reach the building just on top of the scene, you jumped from the buildings ledge landing on the guy with the quirk, as your legs wrapped around his neck choking him you flipped him just as Bakugo was able to get out from the ground.

He activated his quirk as he grabbed the other guy, you smirked as your foot was on top of the guy you had practically broke, he whimpered in pain as Bakugo rolled his eyes. “You didn’t need to be so dramatic, jumping from a building, again” The last part almost seemed like he was proud at the amount of times you risked your life from any time of villain.

“You know I love anything dramatic.” He turned his head to suppress the smirk he had, you both waited as the students came forward watching you both talk among each other. The way you’d both almost admire each other but it wasn’t just admiration for each other’s quirks it was something so much more.

They petty criminals had been taken by the police and the patrol continued. Nothing much happened and before you knew it, it was the end of both your days, this week was going to be long and both you and Bakugo knew this.

Everyday a new villain would come but it was never serious enough to involve the three students, they watched as both you and Bakugo easily handled it. Well that was until the last day of their work studies.

You all met up in the late afternoon, they had spent the morning going against each other as you helped them on their technique. Bakugo even helping which was probably the most he’d spoken all week to them.

“I expect nothing serious to happen, this week has been relatively calm, surprisingly.” You continued talking with the students they told you about the dorms and you explained when they had first come out it was hectic to get used to everybody’s morning and weekend routines.

“Y/n, that can’t be.” Bakugo grabs your arm to stop you all from moving any further, you looked past Bakugo’s broad shoulders to see who it was. Your face fell as soon as you saw what it was.

The A ranked villain who had recently broke out police custody stood in front of the five of you. “You lot need to stay down.” You turned around to the students, but before you knew it, three arms grab them, their quirks immobile as your eyes widen.

“Bakugo, let go of me.” The anger boiling in you as you were about to run and save them.

Bakugo lets go but was still hesitant, his quirk activates as yours does as well, the way the two of you moved in sync throwing everything you had at this villain. Bakugo lets go but was still hesitant, his quirk activates as yours does as well, the way the two of you moved in sync throwing everything you had at this villain, the way both your quirks hit at him, trying to get the students out from his grasp. More arms grew reaching out to get you both, the way you both easily dodged, you had saw on the news the previous week about this villain.

The way multiple arms would grow from his body turning suppressing anybody’s quirk with one touch. You saw as the life in the three kids became drained, you never wanted this to happen to anybody, and right now you couldn’t even save them.

You kept on trying before your quirk finally managed to cut one of his arms, letting go of Akihiro, you grabbed the boy as his water quirk wouldn’t be as useful as it would with this type of villain. His drained face made you want to get them all before they were hurt anymore. You helped the boy as Bakugo distracted the villain.

The commotion that had occurred had made the scene a carnage, you saw as more police and ambulances started to arrive through the fire from Bakugo’s quirk. No pro hero’s in sight though, “Go over there.” You quickly spoke as you ran back to Bakugo.

He smirked as explosions fell from his hand, “You know what we need to do.” You had only practiced this once with Bakugo, and it would be classes as a failure to everybody who saw it. He grabbed your arm, as his other hand made him fly into the air. The way you held onto Bakugo as he reached the maximum height.

And then nothing, he let go of you, the way you fell down from the sky and landed on top of the villain, your quirk in action as both arms started to deteriorate. Bakugo fell down, as the villain had become weak, you grabbed the two girls taking them in your arms, as you saw Bakugo go in with his quirk to the man.

“That wasn’t very nice of you, little girl.” The villain finally spoke. “Maybe I should kill us all.”

You hadn’t realised what his word meant, the heat around the villains arms began to become redder and redder, you knew what was going to happen. Bakugo could fly away, not enough room for all of you, hell he could barely even carry you and himself with one hand. Could you run? No not enough time, your best option, protect them with your quirk, make it shroud them. Bakugo’s eyes fell onto yours, he knew what you were going to do.

“Go.” You shout, your quirk shrouding the girls as you remained vulnerable on the outer edge, you could protect others but never yourself, the amount you put in your quirk would drain you, and as you collapsed next to the wall. The girls would be safe is all that you thought, all that you cared about.

“Y/n, don’t you fucking dare.” Bakugo shouted as he watched the villain about to explode, he couldn’t use his quirk. Hell, if he used it would make the explosion even worse, he knew what you were doing, who you were protecting.

He remembered what you had told him your first day at UA, you wanted to protect people, you wanted to be the one kids would admire and think that whenever they were in trouble you would be there for them.

“Y/n.” Bakugo gives one more shout, he was up in the air watching as the explosion would occur, realising that the distance between the explosion and any safe zone was out of reach. The way his quirk was worthless at this moment, he wouldn’t be able to save you, the woman he loved.

Love, he felt love as he watched you save them, watching your eyes fall heavy, watched how you gave up your life so easily. He expected a loud explosion to occur, but instead he heard the hero he never expected. “Fucking Deku.”

He muttered as he watched Midoriya’s one for all destroy the villain, Bakugo fell to the ground, not even saying a thank you to the pro hero. “Is Y/n okay?” Deku ran up to both of you, Bakugo holding onto your limp body, the protection around the girls disassembling as it came back into your fingers.

“Y/n, come on Y/n wake up for me.” Bakugo whispers holding you as close as he could. “Take them two.”

Midoriya listens as he leaves grabbing the two girls to help them up. “Kat…Katsuki.” The way his name fell from your mouth, a sign that you were alive, and you appreciated it.

“I don’t know what Id fucking do if you die, fuck you mean too much to me, promise me you wont ever fucking do that shit ever again.” You give a lazy nod as you rest your head on his chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whisper out.

He carried you to the ambulance, you weren’t in that bad of shape, they had told you to get some rest but Bakugo knew you cared more about the students. Bakugo came back with some water for you, you took it as both your hands met, the blush creeping onto your cheeks. “They’re fine, you don’t need to worry about them, they’re in good hands, they said they’ll be fine by tomorrow morning, you need to get some rest though.”

“Yeah, yeah dad.” You mock, his eyes lighting up, you stood up as you went to hug him. “I umm, about what I said before I…I passed out, I..I love you Katsuki.”

“I know Y/n.” You hit his arm crossing your eyebrows.

“You’re supposed to say it back again.”

He grins as he shakes his head, “I love you too.” He brings your body closer to him, his arms around your waist as your lips were a mere inch away.

He closed the gap, softly kissing you. It wasn’t like his personality at all, it was refreshing and finally having this long await kiss made you hungry for more. The way your hands would pull at his hair making him tighten his hold onto your body.

The kiss brought joy and a future, the way you moaned as his tongue went into your mouth. His lips were smooth and all you could feel was his, when you both needed breath, your lips parted as you craved more. You rested your head on his chest, wanting to always feel him beside you, the way he held onto you tightly.

The following day you were back at the agency and what you hadn’t expected were the three teenagers surrounding Bakugo, “Look Bakugo you’re surrounded by extras” The mocking tone making his scowl at you.

“We wanted to thank you both for saving us, especially Y/n you risked your life for us.” They smile as they watched as Bakugo’s arm went around you.

“You guys didn’t have to come all the way here, you need rest.” You warm eyes making them all feel as if they had an older sibling to rely on.

Maiko was the first one to speak of what was happening as she watches you move closer into Bakugo’s eyes, “finally, you both flirting in front of us was too much to handle.”

Your eyes go wide as Bakugo smirks looking at you, “You taught them to speak their mind, this is on you Y/n.”

You punch his arm, rolling your eyes, “your lots parents are going to be worried, I’m glad you kids got this opportunity, go get your provisional and hopefully in a few years we’ll be working side by side.”

They all nod, bowing their heads as you wave goodbye at the three kids. “Imagine without this week you wouldn’t be with the future number one hero.”

You shake your head as you lean your head against his side, “Wasn’t it Deku who saved the day, future number one hero.” You mocked him as he crosses his arm, making you fall as your head no longer rested on him.

“I hate you.” You grab the table before you can fall, he walks away smirking before turning around to shout.

“No, you don’t, dinners at 8.”

“I never said yes.” You hiss back.

His lips turn upwards, “It wasn’t a question.”

You wanted to kill the boy sometimes, but the way he made your stomach flip made you love him, even with his loudness and antics, you wouldn’t trade it for the world, and the date well it was better than you had expected. He even brought flowers and dresses in a shirt which you hadn’t seen him adorn since your UA days. 

The night was filled with kisses and hand holding but even more the intimacy that was brought that night was something that had been long awaited. The way he held you and made you feel as if your satisfaction was his main priority made you realise how much Bakugo really meant to you.

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[sunflowershouto]

they have a crush on someone with a love quirk - bakugou, kaminari, kirishima

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Ahhh I love this idea so much! Thank you for the request! <3 Enjoy!

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Headcanon of Bakugou, Kaminari, and Kirishima reacting to having a crush on a girl whose quirk can make people fall in love with her.

//

𝐛 𝐚 𝐤 𝐮 𝐠 𝐨 𝐮

✧ Bakugou doesn’t know a lot about how L/N’s quirk works, just that it can make people fall in love. He figured that it’d be pretty easy to tell if you were using it, so he was never very wary of that.

✧ You’re not that close with him at first, considering that he can be pretty prickly, but when you start hanging out with Kirishima and the others, Katsuki starts to take notice of you.

✧ He doesn’t find you as grating as some of the others, so when he gets dragged out on class expeditions, he doesn’t mind having to talk to you.

✧ It’s a few months of this, very very slowly getting closer to him and him not realizing how much he’s grown to care about you in his own way.

✧ Until one day you’re walking to class with him, and your hand brushes across his, and there’s a funny feeling in his chest, and he’s wondering what the hell L/N just did to him.

✧ He doesn’t bring it up right away, just looks away and gets very quiet as his suspicions are raised.

✧ He starts to avoid you, because every time you’re near him, that stupid feeling comes back and he can’t think straight.

✧ You notice, and wonder what you did wrong, but frankly you’re almost too scared to ask. You and Bakugou are pretty close by now, but he’s acting distant and you’re fairly sure that pissing him off could get you mauled.

✧ Avoiding you works okay until he starts thinking about you even when you’re not around; he’s incredibly irritated by it, but the part of him under your “spell” wants to be near you.

✧ He finally snaps when he sees Kirishima wrap his arm around your shoulders, making some stupid flirty comment. He wants to kill the bastard for it, but rather than Eijirou, you’re the one he singles out.

✧ He makes the mistake of calling you out in front of almost the entire class, absolutely going off about how you need to quit the bullshit and stop whatever you’re doing to him.

✧ You have NO CLUE what he is talking about???

✧ Until he tells you that he’s felt weird around you for weeks, and he wants “to go ten fucking seconds without thinking about your stupid face, so will you stop using your stupid love quirk! Who the hell do you think you are messing with my feelings?!”

✧ The girls start losing it, and you have a hand over your mouth, not sure if you should burst out laughing, tell him the truth, cry tears of joy, scream, or all of the above.

✧ “Bakugou. . . You said weeks? I’ve never used my quirk on you, and even if I had. . .” You’re trying to hold back laughter at this point. “It only works for like twenty minutes at a time!”

✧ Bakugou.exe has stopped working

✧ The entire class is watching at this point, and all of them are varying degrees of shocked and amused.

✧ Katsuki grabs your arm and drags you out of the room, where he demands an explanation.

✧ At this point, you figure it’s basically confirmed that he likes you back, so you just confess.

✧ It takes him a few days to come to terms with it, but once he does, the two of you start seeing each other “in secret.”

✧ It is a terribly kept secret, but you pretend no one knows for his sake.

//

𝐤 𝐚 𝐦 𝐢 𝐧 𝐚 𝐫 𝐢

ϟ Let’s be honest with ourselves, Denki catching feelings for someone isn’t exactly breaking news.

ϟ But this time is DifferentTM, okay?

ϟ It starts off pretty normal, and he doesn’t really suspect you of anything. He just thinks you’re really cool and sometimes wonders what holding your hand would feel like.

ϟ In fact, he doesn’t even consider your quirk could be responsible for his feelings until he sees you use it during training, and you sweet-talk Sero into surrendering a sparring match.

ϟ He’s actually a little disappointed when he thinks that it’s just you using your power. After all, it’d be pretty cruel for you to be playing with him like that.

ϟ However, he’s equally has hopeful as he is disappointed! Doesn’t it mean you like him if you’re making him have a crush on you?

ϟ But then once you stop, would he still like you back?

ϟ He spends a lot of time thinking in circles like that, and usually just gives himself a headache trying to reason out whether or not he really has feelings for you.

ϟ All of this overthinking also means that he goes sort of braindead around you. It’s not super noticeable at first, but the deeper his feelings become, the more awkward he gets.

ϟ He gets super invested in the idea that this is all just your quirk, and he doesn’t even consider that he might actually just have feelings for you.

ϟ At first, he can’t decide if he should pursue these feelings or just get you to confess to using your quirk. Eventually he decides he wants to get you to admit it so he can at least figure out your reasoning.

ϟ Denki has many skills but subtlety is not one of them.

ϟ “Sooooo. . . Y/N. Anything you wanna tell me?”

ϟ You start wondering why he’s acting so weird, but you brush it off as Kaminari being Kaminari.

ϟ Meanwhile Denki is losing his mind. He notices everything you do. Literally everything. It’s driving him crazy, and the poor boy just wants to rest.

ϟ He asks you to meet him after class, and when you do, he just comes clean and asks you to stop. He says that he doesn’t know why you’ve been using your quirk on him, but he would really like you to stop.

ϟ He feels like a complete idiot when he sees how completely confused you are, and for a second he wishes that a house would just fall out of the sky and crush him so he wouldn’t have to finish this conversation.

ϟ Luckily, you think it’s kind of cute, and are able to just laugh it off. You admit that you hadn’t really thought of him (or anyone, for that matter) in a romantic sense, but tell him you’re willing to let him take you on a date if he felt that way about you.

ϟ He plays it off like this was his master plan the whole time, and he just has amazing game. 

ϟ “I knew you’d say that!”

//

𝐤 𝐢 𝐫 𝐢 𝐬 𝐡 𝐢 𝐦 𝐚

♢ Baby boy. You pure, pure, stupid baby boy.

♢ Kirishima knows that he likes you for real, that is never in question for him.

♢ What he DOES start to think, once he starts REALLY falling, is that you’re using your quirk on him because you’re too shy to tell him how you really feel.

♢ He is brought to tears (Manly TearsTM, of course) by this (false) realization, and makes it his mission to show you that you don’t need to use your quirk on him (which you were already not doing).

♢ He explains this noble quest to Denki, and Denki, knowing that Kirishima is completely wrong, but also knowing that L/N has a crush on him, basically goes “Yeah bro, totally. That’s totally it. You’ve cracked the code. Let me know how it goes.”

♢ Kirishima tells Bakugou all of this, but before Bakugou can burst out laughing and reveal to Kirishima that he is completely misguided, Mina and Denki clamp their hands over his mouth.

♢ To be completely fair, you do have feelings for Eijirou, which is partially why Mina and Denki are fine letting Kirishima go on his Feelings QuestTM. 

♢ He’s honestly so sweet about it. Yes, he’s semi-delusional by this point, but he literally just wants to make you feel like you can tell him the truth without your power.

♢ He doesn’t avoid you at all. If anything, he starts spending more time around you, and because he thinks that you like him back, he’s not really flustered or nervous.

♢ One day, the two of you are hanging out alone, and he’s getting frustrated because his feelings are stronger than ever, and you still won’t confess to him. 

♢ He grabs your hands, and asks you to just tell him the truth.

♢ You, not having any idea that he thinks your quirk is involved, think that he’s figured out about your feelings for him. In a way, he has? 

♢ Both of you are on completely different pages, but you admit to having feelings for him, and he feels like a genius detective.

♢ Until he mentions that you didn’t need to use your power to make his feelings stronger, since he would have felt that way anyway.

♢ “Eijirou, I wasn’t using my quirk on you. You know I can only do that for like really short periods of time, right?”

♢ Bruh moment

♢ You very politely break it to him that any feelings he experienced were not in fact your fault.

♢ Everything goes fine, and he gets the girl, but the next time he sees Mina and Kaminari, he goes ballistic.

♢ You have a cute story to tell at parties, and an even cuter boyfriend, who now gets a little bit jealous when you actually use your quirk on other people during training.

//

[anxiousstark]

S2 11 | Battleplan

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 1912.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood, murder, dead body, swearing (always).

A/N: This is kind of a filler. Not too long. Bruh, LAST CHAPTER OF SEASON 2.

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Things were complicated. Melissa wasn't talking to Scott nor me, she witnessed me flashing my eyes, and she saw Scott as a werewolf.

When Matt had dragged my unconscious body to one of the rooms where almost everyone was, I woke up for a couple of seconds, Stiles was unconscious on the floor, and Mr. Stilisnki had been hit on the head, falling to the ground. Then, the Kanima appeared, I found strength from somewhere deep inside me when I saw that he was planning to attack Melissa. I took the arrow out of my belly, the pain made my eyes flash, and while I stabbed the Kanima on the back with the same arrow, my eyes met Melissa's.

Stiles was receiving help. I felt bad because a couple of days before I had promised to protect his father, which I wasn't able to do. Not only that, but he was also ignoring me.

I was sitting on the bleachers, a lacrosse game would take place in a couple of minutes. I noticed Stiles and Scott talking to each other, and decided to go up to them. "Hey," I whispered, hands inside the pockets of my jacket, it was freezing. Scott glanced up, offering me a little smile. However, the other boy continued talking without acknowledging me.

"It's going to be bad, isn't it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?" His eyes were teary, legs bouncing up and down. "Scott, the other night seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, you know, while I'm just lying there and I can't even move, it just-. I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that you can do. I can't-."

"It's okay."

Stiles shook his head. "We're losing, dude."

We were losing. We were losing people, and maybe we were losing ourselves on the way.

"The hell are you talking about?" Coach appeared from behind them, and even though I saw him coming near, I got startled. I was jumpy. "Game hasn't even started. Now put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg."

"What? What happened to Greenberg?" He began looking around.

"What happened to Greenberg? He sucks. You suck slightly less."

"I'm playing? On the field? With the team?"

"Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself."

"I already did that today, twice." I almost chuckled.

"Get the hell out there!"

The hazel-eyed boy restlessly grabbed all of his things. Before he could walk to the field, I stopped him, my hand clutching his jersey. "Stiles, I-"

"I can't talk," He didn't even glance at me. "This is important for me." Wasn't I?

"Yeah," I whispered, but he was already running to the field. "Good luck," I muttered. I heard Scott calling my name, but I just offered him a smile as he did before.

I went back to the bleachers, deciding to sit next to Melissa, but she quickly waved Lydia over. I didn't think much about it, or at least I tried not to while I sat next to Noah. His arm went around my shoulder as he kissed my forehead. For a moment, I thought I would break down. Noah couldn't help but scream for Stiles when his son walked to the field.

Things got even more complicated. First, Isaac came to the game, sitting down next to Scott. They both seemed to be friends now. Then, I noticed that Gerard was wickedly smiling while peering at Scott. Something was going on. Next, Jackson took a player to the ground, inducing him into unconsciousness. Coach asked Scott to play, and Melissa suspected that something more was going on, something more than just a lacrosse game. But then Scott disappeared while Coach screamed for him to come back.

I got up from the bleachers, determined to search for him even though my wound was fresh, and still hurting. But then everyone on the bleachers started cheering up, Stiles had scored. And another one. Then, again. The team hugged each other, congratulating. Stiles glanced at the bleachers, his eyes met mine. I was clapping, proud of him, grinning widely. He beamed back, but just for a couple of seconds as he seemed to realize something, then the smile wasn't for me, it was for Lydia Martin. And I suppose that is how everything should be.

The buzzer sounded, indicating the end of the game and our victory. The excitement didn't last. The lights went out, and someone screamed. Everything seemed to slow down. People falling to the ground, screams, bumping into others, running, fear. I made sure that Mr. Stilisnki was fine, running to the field, searching for Stiles. But I tripped, falling to the ground. I tripped over someone just lying there. I tripped over Jackson's unconscious body.

"Jackson? What's happened to Jackson?" Lydia's terrified voice sounded all over. "Jackson! Jackson! Jackson, what's happening?" She kneeled on the floor, next to him. I quickly got into the same position as her, grasping her arms, doing my best to calm her down.

"Can we get a medic over here? We're gonna need a medic!"

Melissa came running to us, putting her head over his chest. "He's not breathing. No pulse." She started pressing his chest, trying to bring him back. "Get down here." She glanced at Lydia. "Get down here and hold his head. Tilt it up."

"Stiles?" I whispered to myself, running to all the lacrosse players, looking at them in hopes of finding a familiar pair of hazel eyes.

"Where's Stiles? W-where's my son? Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?"

The last hours were horrible. I spent them being embraced by Scott, reassuring each other, convincing each other that Stiles Stilisnki was perfectly safe.

Then...

I ran with all my strength, the wound on my stomach was burning, and it was probably bleeding as Melissa told me not to force myself. But I couldn't help it. Stiles was back. Stiles was in his house.

"You came running?" Mr. Stilisnki's eyes were wide open after he opened the front door, letting me come inside the Stilisnki household. I nodded my head frantically, glancing around. "He is upstairs." He smiled. I grinned, running towards the steps until his voice stopped me. "Lydia is there too."

"Uhm," I turned around. "C-can I wait here until she comes down?" He seemed confused. "I don't want to interrupt their, uhm, talk." He shook his head while smirking, muttering something under his breath. "Want something to drink?" I approved, following him to the kitchen, and sitting down on a chair. "How are you feeling?" He handed me a cup.

I fiddled with it, feeling the warmth go through my hands. "I did look inside the backpack." He waited for me to go on. "Some pictures of famous people she admired, and a picture of her with the friend who took care of me."

"No picture of you."

I sadly smiled, glad that I didn't have to say so myself. "Love," I sighed. "It's a strange thing. Mr. Stilisnki," He glared at me. "I mean Noah," I laughed while continuing. "How can I trust people when the ones who should teach me about it weren't even there?" My voice cracked. "Now, I'm terrified. I don't want to get too close because something bad could happen."

"Or something beautiful," His hands grabbed mine, thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand. "Love feels good and hurts so bad, that doesn't mean everything will be wrong. There will be joyful and sorrowful moments. You need to go through all of them."

"If they ta-."

"Nobody is going to take you away, okay?" He softly whispered. "I will take care of that."

"Uhm," I heard someone, turning around to see Lydia. I smiled at her, although I don't think it looked like an honest one. "I'm already leaving," She glanced at the older Stilisnki. "Thank you for letting me stop by."

After we heard the door close, he nudged me. "Go."

I tried to calm my nerves while breathing deeply. I lightly knocked on the door, and when I heard his voice my stomach fluttered. However, I didn't like what I had in front of me. His cheek was bruised, a large bruise all over it, and his lower lip was busted.

My hands grabbed his neck, moving his head to the other side so I could examine his wounds. "Who did this?" He didn't reply, eyes meeting mine just for a couple of seconds. "Who did this, Stiles? I swear to god I will kill whoeve-."

"That's your problem." He pulled my hands off him. I studied his body posture, he was anxious and mad. "You don't know what you are, but you still throw yourself into trouble. A pepper spray?" Why was he talking now about the other day? "Pepper spray against a Kanima? Got beaten and shot, you still ran your mouth and insulted Matt which made him hit you, even while you were unconscious." His lower lip trembled. "And I couldn't do anything about it because I was paralyzed!"

"I would do it again."

"See, that's the problem. Y-you don't care about getting hurt." He stepped closer to me. This time, his eyes didn't leave mine. "But you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my fucking mind." His eyes were teary, and at this point, mines were too. "You see, death doesn't happen to you, Y/N. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it? Huh?" He was screaming now. "And look at my face, huh? Come on, you actually think this was meant to hurt me?" I flinched a little, not liking when people raised their voices. "Um- I'm so sorry." He brought me closer to him, hiding his face on my neck. "I missed you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry"

"Is this why you ignored me on the field?" I embraced him tightly, terrified that he would disappear. I felt him nod. "Stiles, I would do anything for you like I know you would do anything for me." I felt him nod his head, bringing me even closer to his body.

Our eyes met. Arms still tight around each other. His eyes went from my eyes to my lips. He got closer, head inclined to the right side, getting closer.

"Y/N, wanna have dinner here?" We jumped apart. Warm invading our faces. Stiles blushing quite hard. "Oh, did I- does Chinese sound good?" We both nodded, shyly smiling as he closed the door behind him.

I found the strength to turn around and glance at him when I heard a faint melody resonating through his room. He had moved closer to his computer, playing the song. My eyebrows were furrowed, waiting for him to explain what was going on. "What is going on?" I whispered, not having the strength to talk louder.

He beamed at me. "I want to slow dance like we did at the dance." He came closer, asking for permission to place his hands on my waist. Of course, I nodded my head as my hands travelled from his chest to his shoulders, resting there. "But just with you."

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[anunvalidcritic]

The Boys: SN2.7

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.) 

Sorry for the delay but I’ve been really busy with work and I haven’t gotten much sleep due to this but nonetheless I was able to finish it and upload the commentary.

               BUTCHER, BAKER, CANDLESTICK MAKER

(Photo Credit: @01091006)

Alright we’ve got ourselves a grown ass man whose clearly obsessed with STORMFRONT

Ik he’s gettin’ tired of seeing/doing the same shit over and over again

Maybe he’s one of the meme makers

Yep called that shit again

He better not become some fucking murder... smdh

“Congress?? Please what a bunch of corrupt cunts they are.” - BUTCHER

(this line hit a little too close to home iykyk)

This congresswoman looks familiar... I can’t put my finger on it though

Alright so whose that ringing BUTCHER’s line?? (That’s a long ass number too)

“Mom I don’t want a fucking unicorn frappe.” - ANNIE

Bro wtf?!!!!!

“And Serge... no abandoning your post this time.” - MALLORY

rip to BUTCHER’s father

BLACK NOIR didn’t have to go in on ANNIE like that

ICONIC DIALOGUE

LAMPLIGHTER - “Okay. Different strokes, man.”

HUGHIE - “Please don’t say that in this context.”

“You know this isn’t healthy, man. Y-You can’t watch porn while the... sun’s out.”- HUGHIE

LAMPLIGHTER = ARSONIST

I like how HUGHIE said “nevermind” just to continue with his story.

LOL THAT TRANSITION BETWEEN HOMELANDER TALKING ABOUT ANNIE AND HUGHIE LOOKING AT THE SCREEN IS PURE GOLD

“Come on do you want me to cuck? Or be the guy who fucks the wife?” - HUGHIE

“Yeah, come on. Let’s go fuck the wife. Con-sensually.” - HUGHIE

You know I never truly understood why the nickname “Billy” went with the name William.

ICONIC DIALOGUE

SAM - “What, no hug?”

BUTCHER - “You step one inch closer, and I’ll kill you quicker than that fucking arse cancer.”

SAM - “I bet you would.”

ROFL The way he slapped his finger away

Beating the shit out of your kids does not equal “tough love”

Sooo.... LENNY committed suicide...

Wow, well I’ll be damned tha nazi bitch has a heart

I haven’t seen MAEVE use her powers in a minute!! That poor table.

Wait why is DR. VOGELBAUM in a wheelchair??? Ig HOMELANDER really did fuck his ass up.

Wow I really forgot M.M’s gov name is MARVIN.

FRENCHIE reminiscin’ -- You know i still remember when FRENCHIE said his dad smothered him with a hello kitty duvet lol

Watch me fuck around and learn KIMIKO’s sign language

Fish Bowl = Fixing Grievances

Bruh this whole church is toxic

“And boom, bitchies!” - LAMPLIGHTER

“Your America’s second favorite lesbian couple, after all.” - ASHLEY

Whose the first?... Ellen and Portia??

“Ashley for once in your life be a fucking human being.” - MAEVE

Their watching a lego movie of the Blindside

... I think we all know HOMELANDER is lying to BECCA. He’s gonna snatch that little boy up in the middle of the night.

BUTCHER a whole maniac

Why do I feel like LAMPLIGHTER is gonna step HUGHIE up...

👀...

HUGHIE RUN!!!

My mouth is really ajar looking at this hand scene

She’s walking a little too slow for me... I foresaw that shit!

BLACK NOIR is strong af! Jesus he’s throwing her around like a dog that vigorously shakes its head with a toy in its mouth.

STARLIGHT bro I’m gonna need you to get the fuck up! Don’t let this dude choke you out!

... once again... fuck almond joy’s

Y’all can do this reunion shit later. GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE BUILDING!

ICONIC DIALOGUE

M. M. - “Kid, you are fucking unbelievable. All you had to do was watch porn.”

HUGHIE - “I didn’t know he was gonna set himself on fire?!?.”

I think we all knew this church for supes was all kinds of fucked up. But this whole scenario of EAGLE hunting his partner dressed up as a deer is on the stranger side to things. 

Why tf did ANNIE’s mom look at KIMIKO like that?!?!

HOMELANDER lookin’ sick af!

BRUH IS THAT FUCKING CINDY!!!!????

“Oh, shit.” - THE DEEP

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episode 6 here. Once again I’m sorry for the delay in the post. I’ll have to figure out my timing better. But on a lighter note... EPISODE 8 WILL BE THE LAST FOR THE SEASON!!! We already know it got confirmed for a season 3 so this last episode better fucking bring it!

[parkersbliss]

Quarantime: Haricut Addition

pairing: platonic!avengers x reader, can be Peter Parker x Reader

warnings: no-no words

wc; 900ish

a/n: inspired by Tom’s live, don’t try this at home, but if you do let me know

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt List

Quarantime, Quarantime: Cat addition

after three months of being quarantined, peter needed a hair cut

you honestly didn't know how he was able to keep it this long in the first place

same for bucky, but no one was touching his hair

it was kind of weird walking around the compound

everyone's hair was just so... long

you didn't even recognize tony or nat

but nat killed it, she had started sassy hair flipping everyone

now, you would think that tony would invent a robot that would cut your hair

right??

wRONG

he said: "why waste my precious materials on something we can figure out by ourselves"

long story short, that why you're at the kitchen table trying to cut peter's hair

worse comes to worst he can wear a paper bag

besides, school ended so it's not like anyone would see him

well anyone that wasn't the Avengers

but this was his idea so

"are you sure about this?" you asked

"you said you could cut hair, right?"

"I like to think so."

"wHAt?"

"Whatever, yes, you'll look great. or you'll be bald."

"(Y/N)."

"Peter."

"ok! ok! just get it over with!"

you grab the spray bottle from the table beside you, misting over peter's hair

then spraying him in the face

"what was that for?!"

"fun," You shrug

you rake your hands through his hair, before roughly yanking his head back

"what the fUCK"

"language!"

"Sorry Steve!"

Peter sticks his tongue out at you and you respond with another spray of water

"I hate you"

"and yet I'm the one holding the scissors"

"I regret this already"

"When I'm done you'll regret it even more"

"Fuck you"

"lANGUAGE"

"IM SORRY"

"how do you turn these things on- OH GOD" you mumbled, flipping around the clippers before they clattered to the ground

"pETER THEYRE GETTING AWAY"

"Bruh I sWEAR"

you bend down to pick them up, grasping them tightly this time

peter looks terrified, eyes popping out of his head as he eyes the now weapon in your hand

you take a deep breath before letting them glide through the hair on the base of his neck

you continue the action, content with the results

"this is going good"

bucky walks into the room, harry styles jr trailing on his heels

"wHAt did you do to peter?" He said

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN" Peter screeches

"sit back down!" You hiss at him "trust the process!"

"that's why you said about our last chemistry experiment and you almost got expelled!!"

"that was chemistry! this is cosmetology, there's a difference"

"you're worse at this?"

"I won't hesitate, bitch"

peter stares at you before huffing and turning back around in his chair

you'd done enough damage already

liam payne jr enters the room, making himself comfortable on peters lap

"good now I know you won't escape" you smirk

"traitor" peter whispers to the kitten

"bucky, honestly, it isn't that bad, right?"

bucky walks over and grimaces, "it's not horrible."

"what does that mean?" peter asks

"it's not great, either. you should've grown your hair out like me."

"Ew no!" You said

peter rolls his eyes, "have you seen tony? He kind of looks like a dog"

as if on cue, the stark walks into the room, hair flopping in front of his eyes

"you would think if he can keep his facial hair in check, he could keep his actual hair as well," you whisper

bucky laughs and nods, "good luck," he said

"I don't need luck" you scoff

tony turns around, eyeing you and peter up and down, he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose

"Mr. Stark-"

"No, no, no, I think I'm better off not knowing," He said before briskly walking away

loki walks in next, takes one looks at peter, before shaking his head sadly

"oh c'mon!" You sigh, "It's really not that bad."

Loki raises his brows at you, "Right."

at this point, Peter had lost all hope.

"I haven't even gotten to the scissors yet!" You whined

"for the sake of his hair, I hope you don't" Loki comments before disappearing

"(Y/N), is it really that bad?"

"no, they're just overreacting."

sam then proceeds to walk in and scream

"okay so you might need a paper bag???"

"(Y/N)!"

"I'm not finished yet! There's still hope!"

Thor walks in next, humming some Asgardian tune to himself

he looks over at you and peter

"you look like me when I first got me hair cut"

"Really??" Peter asked, hopeful.

"Yes!" Thor boasts. "just a tad bit, how you say? Uglier."

peter blinks once, twice, before shoving his head in his hands

you yelp, yanking the scissors away so you got off his ear

"peter! you can't just do that!"

"'m sorry," he apologizes.

you huff, feeling a bit guilty, "it doesn't look that bad, I promise. they're just teasing."

"promise?"

"Promise."

the rest of the cut went smooth, as no one else popped into the kitchen to disturb your masterpiece

"Viola!" You squeal. "you look great!"

Peter grabs his phone, opening up the camera to admire his new cut.

"It does!" He gushed.

"And you thought I'd mess it up!"

he apologizes to you before standing up and walking out of the kitchen

the rest of the avengers stand in the kitchen

"so who's going to tell him about the back?" Tony asked

everyone looks at each other

"let him find out for himself"

there's a shriek from the bathroom, oddly high pitched

then peter's running out of the bathroom

"(Y/N)!"

"SHIT"

"Language!"

"oH shut up, Steve!"

🏷 series tag: @bibbidibobbidibarnes @strangelycami @abitofeverythinggg @cams-lynn @cait-elizabeth @throughparisallthroughrome @ducks @keenmarvellover

strike though- tumblr won’t let me tag you

[bbelphie]

astra, i feel like we don’t know you at all!! say, can you tell us who is your most favorite character in obey me, and who is the least? love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

ok so THIS was difficult snxjms and as you asked afterwards, i also added why i feel this way way about them! love u 💖 sorry this turned out long tho

my list:

BELPHEGOR — i mean, it’s kinda obvious, right? (cough bbelphie is the name of the blog) ever since the start of the game, i wandered about who the fuck that resting bitch face boy was. like, honestly curious. when we met him at the attic, the first thing i thought about belphie was how manipulative he was, and although i’d have hated him, his situation and the game’s universe in general made me reconsider my choice. i found out that he was so much more complex than what i first thought of him. and i LOVE characters like that. belphegor had his reasons, his own past and way of seeing things and i just wanted to know him better, not just because i was curious, but because i’ve grown to like him, in a way. it wasn’t instantaneous, but i kinda saw that coming, you know? i’m not sure if i can explain well how i feel about him (i can’t express my feelings well in any way cof) but belphegor was the character that i was most eager to know about. (ouch i have so many other things to say about him) also he’s a sassy little shit and i love him for that.

MAMMON — the fact mammon was with us since the beginning is a big part of this place (but not the only one). and yeaaah, i know he was a little bitch about looking after mc and i was also blinded by my prejudice against personality based characters like him (narcissist, arrogant, show off) but then we get to know him better. mammon has so much more sides of his personality than that. (besides being a tsun tsun) so by that scene when we were competing against levi and lucifer saved us because mammon couldn’t make it in time, mammon was like “next time I will be the one saving you!!” i was already “YES YOU IDIOT I LOVE YOU TOO” and it was just downhill from there.

SATAN — honestly? he’s my type. the intellectual one, cat lover, fan of mystery and detective books and all that shit made me fall for him, hard. and then i saw his backstory and i fell for him EVEN HARDER. he has sooo much i want to know about! behind the facade he wears constantly in front of everyone there was so much more than the sin he’s avatar of. his arc was one of the lessons i loved the most, without doubt. though i wished the devs had gone deeper into his character, like uhhh i don’t know how to elaborate on this, but i feel we scratched only the surface of who satan really is. (besides that, satan def would be a beast in bed and my hcs about that does’t end)

LEVIATHAN — ahh it was too difficult to choose between him and beel. but i relate to levi quite a lot — animes, self depreciation, manga and all that stuff. he striked me as someone i wouldn’t like so much at the beginning but i’ve grown to love him. that was because of... well, i know envy is the deadly sin he’s avatar of, but man it’s annoying sometimes dnbfxk however! i love him either way. i just think that he should appreciate more things in life instead instead of putting himself down but who i am to talk? i used to be like that and i still am, just not as much. that must be most of the reasons of why i want to be by his side and reassure him that not everything in life is unfair, but can also be a way to make ourselves stronger. taking that emotional shit aside, i love his fanboy side!! i rant a lot about the things i like, especially animes and mangas, and seeing him so enthusiastic about things like that makes me feel like with him, i would act like myself the most.

BEELZEBUB — i love himbo!!! the giant, strong one that looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll? yes, sign me the fuck in. he’s the sOFTEST i swear to god almost all the scenes that made my heart explode with love was with him. when he asked to hold your hand while sleeping because he’s afraid of having any more nightmares about lilith and belphie and their fall from the celestial realm made my heart go BOOM. i would do ANYTHING for this boy 😭😭 beel was first i warmed up to in the game! i was gonna put him in the fourth place with levi but it would be too long.

LUCIFER — hhh this guys right here. ngl i was intimidated as fuck at first. but then i saw how he was family driven, always putting their safety and well being first and overall just being a loving brother, tho very discretely. and bruh characters like that are my DEATH??? he is so soft for the ones he loves and would do anything in his power to make them be safe and sound, even if it takes some sacrifices. i was touched by his past, how he had to hide so much from his brothers because he felt he should carry his burden alone. i especially love when lucifer tears off that prideful and powerful facade and shows that he’s capable of loving and being vulnerable and just idk man it just hits home im gonna cry

ASMODEUS — baby boy. lusty boy. ntt solmare did him dirty. he deserves SO MUCH MORE!! asmo has so much potential to be a favorite if only they had developed him better. that arc of his when we make a pact with him was lacking, in my opinion. the devs could have gone deeper into his character, showing that his not just a personification of lust, only its avatar. i’m sure there are different sides to his personality, you know? we’ve been seeing hints throughout the story and devilgrams (most of the time they’re very subtle!!) that asmo needs or/and constantly wants to feel loved, wanted, desired and/or admired. that could be a trauma or something of the sort that was created after his fall from the celestial realm. however this theory of mine is not full developed yet so i can’t really tell you guys about it in more detail. i still love him nevertheless!!

others characters:

SOLOMON — he is shady. and powerful. i love that. besides that, i think i may have a thing for white haired characters. but really, i love this guy, don’t know how but i do. there’s a lot i wanna know about him, and i feel he’s hiding or planning something big. and maybe evil. but ngl his interactions with asmo are the best!!

SIMEON — ara ara baby. i’m 100% in love with him. simeon is someone really good to have as a favorite honestly. even if he doesn’t get much screentime, anyone would realize that ever since the beginning he’s a very truthful person, with calming and chill vibes. i don’t know how to explain it well but with all the shit the brothers make mc go through, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you find yourself overwhelmed, and simeon is exactly the kind of person that makes you feel heard and seen; his atmosphere has this effect of making people feel at ease.... cough cough anyways a little bit nsfw but to me he’s either really kinky (without noticing or even knowing anything about kinks) or super innocent. that’s pretty much why i’ve seen this 50/50 aspect appearing constantly with his stans. p.s: not to be lewd but i wanna hold his hand 😳

LUKE — he’s my baby brother. i adopted him.

DIAVOLO — there’s so much of this guy we haven’t seen yet!! i know he’s like a cool dad and all but bruh, he’s the next demon king!! he must be a excelent strategist and is more powerful and intelligent than he lets on. i saw so many theories about diavolo, but my favorite so far is the one where diavolo kinda caused the celestial war indirectly. he’s another character that i feel we’ve only scratched the surface.

BARBATOS — everything about him screams “SUSPICIOUS”, he just hides it better than solomon. ngl i was rly curious about him and his powers and then i discovered he has control over TIME?? that’s too overpower!! but damn, i do love characters with time control powers...(victor from mlqc im looking at you) sometimes he looks like a dead fish. sometimes he looks hot. i don’t know bruh i’m half scared and half aroused by this guy.

that’s pretty much it i think? lmao there’s so much more i wanna say about them but this is all that comes to my mind right now!

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Wet Sugar” [Part 27 of 30]

Summary: Paradise lost...

"You're a boy and I'm a girl But you know you can lean on me And I don't have no fear I'll take on any man here Who says that's not the way it should be

I stand in front of you I'll take the force of the blow Protection I stand in front of you I'll take the force of the blow Protection

She's a girl and you're a boy Sometimes you look so small, look so small You've got a baby of your own When your baby's grown, she'll be the one To catch you when you fall…"

Massive Attack – "Protection"

"It's okay, Sweet Pea. Don't cry."

Erik watched Hunstman handle Sydette roughly on his lap. She squirmed too much and Erik knew Huntsman would not hesitate to blast a two-year-old in the chest and toss her in the garbage like it was nothing. He'd murdered children in Kabul and South Africa without blinking an eye.

"Please don't hurt her…she's scared. Let me hold her," Yani pleaded.

Erik gave Yani a look to keep quiet. His jaw grew rigid as he watched Shipley continue to touch her breast.

"Shut up," Huntsman barked.

"Mama!"

"Sit still, Sweet Pea," Yani said.

Erik rested his Glock on his side the moment Neal had him in line with his AK-15.

"Drop it," Neal ordered.

Erik bent down and released the Glock and it clattered loudly on the floor. His eyes calculated strategy to get Yani and Sydette out of the compound alive.

"Gotta hand it to ya, bruh. You were working it out in there," Shipley said.

"We'll have a taste ourselves before we dispose of her," Neal said.

Huntsman laughed.

"Easy boys, work first then play."

Shipley's hand grabbed around Yani's waist.

"Thick bitches do feel nice," Shipley said.

"My nigga is pressed…vein throbbing on his temple. Relax your jaw, Killmonger," Neal said.

"Let the girl be with her Mom. It'll calm her down," Erik said. He kept his voice even and held his hands in front of himself.

Huntsman shoved Sydette onto the floor.

"Go to your Mum crying brat."

Sydette tumbled and hit her head on the tile. She really started wailing and Erik was ready to beat the shit out of all of them. When she raised up, Erik could see a bruise on her forehead. He clenched his fists and tried to keep his voice calm for the child.

"Go to Mama, Sweet Pea. There ya go. Stay over there."

Sydette ran to Yani and grabbed her leg. Shipley wouldn't release his hold on her mother, so Yani had to comfort Sydette verbally.

Huntsman held up a small scanner over the floor and moved around until he stood near the bar globe.

"No explosives or laser work protecting it," he mumbled.

Pushing back the globe, he typed up something on his armband computer and the loud audible click of the floor safe echoed.

Fuck.

They knew about Klaue's secret safe. Probably knew what was in it too.

His mind was dizzy with mental calculations. Klaue knew Erik was staying at the compound the extra days after everyone else left. Erik had gone through the entire security system and found no glitches or breaches in the integrity of the compound under his control. Nothing looked off or suspicious…

The dragonfly drones.

One did look a little wonky when it buzzed past earlier in the day, but he thought it was a battery problem. He'd been so preoccupied with Yani and Sydette that his normal intense scrutiny went by the wayside. And because of that, Yani and Sydette could lose their lives. All because he had become careless enjoying his blissful paradise.

"Can I pick her up? Please?" Yani begged. The strain in her voice was all too evident.

Shipley stopped pressing into her backside and allowed her to lift up the baby. Sydette touched her pajama bottoms.

"Mama I pee on myself!" Sydette cried out.

"It's okay…it's okay. Don't worry about it. Don't cry. Yuh still my big girl."

Yani comforted her daughter and her eyes stayed fixed on Erik's.

The entrance to the hidden floor safe slid open. Huntsman peeped the stairs that led to some priceless artifacts, uncut gemstones, cash, and the last traces of vibranium that Klaue had. The Holy Grail, the thing they were probably after was hidden away in Erik's duffle bag. And that bag was not inside the house. It was the only thing he had if it came down to bartering for his woman's life and the life of her child.

"Kick that over here," Neal said.

Erik nudged his Glock with his foot and slid it over to Neal's foot. Neal tucked the Glock in the band of his fatigues and walked closer to Erik. He pointed the AK-15 at his chest and his eyes dared Erik to move a muscle.

Huntsman tapped an earbud in his left ear.

"Going in," he said.

They watched him trudge down into the safe.

For what seemed like an hour, they waited and listened to Huntsman rummage through items.

"Fuck! I don't see it!"

He came running up the stairs. Pushing Neal aside, he pressed his weapon under Erik's jaw. Huntsman's wild eyes reminded him of Klaue's.

"Where is it? You are only here because what we want is here. Bark guard dog or we end those two!"

Sydette hid her face in Yani's neck.

Yani did her best to appear brave, but he could see her shaking.

"What the fuck are you looking for? Just take the shit that's down there and leave."

"The attaché. The package."

"Klaue has that—"

"No. He doesn't."

"How do you know that?"

"I know."

Huntsman jammed the barrel harder against his throat.

Erik's eyes traced over to Yani's.

She stared at the gun on him then her eyes panned up to look at his face. She appeared calm and her eyes darted to her left, toward the shelves that housed Klaue's ancient drum collection. She did that twice and Erik suppressed the smile that fought to spread across his lips.

She rocked Sydette in her arms and Shipley moved his gun down toward her waist.

Erik watched Yani ease her feet away from the merc with slow unnoticeable inches. The only thing that mattered was getting her and the baby into—

Yani put Sweet Pea down and jumped away from Shipley. Dropping to her knees she grabbed for the oldest drum on the bottom left shelf. The room went dark and Erik twisted the Glock from Huntsman's hand and shot at him while scrambling after Yani and Sydette into the secret passageway that led to the panic room.

He heard the men yelling trying to get to them as the wall sealed back up.

He ran behind Yani until they were safely inside the panic room.

Turning on security cameras, Erik was able to use heat sensors to track the men above them. They didn't have time to waste. Erik snatched another Glock hanging on the wall and checked for bullets. He handed it to Yani. Scanning the room for supplies, he found two flak jackets and new sweatpants. He made Yani put on the sweats and one of the flak jackets. He put on the other.

"Put the gun there," he ordered and she stuck the Glock in a front pocket. He found a small flashlight and stuck it in another pocket for her.

"Mama—"

"Shh, don't talk," Yani told Sydette.

Yani pulled off Sydette's pajama bottoms and made her take off her wet panties. She opened a box of wet wipes sitting on a storage shelf above the panic room toilet and cleaned her up. Pulling the pajama bottoms back on her, she looked Sydette in the face.

"We have to be very quiet, okay?"

Sydette nodded.

"They are going to tear this place apart. We have to get out of here," Erik said.

"The activation of the panic room will keep the property completely dark," Yani said.

Erik scoured the panic room again found magazines for the Glocks and stuffed them into his pockets. State-of-the-art night vision goggles hung on a wall. He wrapped it around his neck.

He took a moment to hug Yani and check on Sydette's bruise.

"They woke her up and already had her in the living room. Shipley grabbed me when I came in the bedroom," Yani said.

The left side of Sydette's forehead was turning reddish-purple. Yani put a band-aide on it to make her feel better.

Erik held Yani's shoulders gently and looked her in the eye.

"Did he do anything-?"

Her eyes darted away from his and welled up.

"Yani…tell me—"

"He touched my breasts…then stuck his gun…he stuck his gun against my privates and told me to keep quiet or he would shoot me there. Then he made me go in the living room with him."

Erik squeezed his eyes shut

"They must've been planning this for a minute. Just waiting for Klaue, Limbano, and Linda to leave with me. Baby…I'm sorry I put you in the middle of this. I knew that bitch ass Huntsman was no good from day one."

Erik checked his wrist computer. Locking in on his target, he could see Klaue was still in Sweden. Glancing back at the heat sensors on the security feed, he could make out three more intruders outside the property doing sweeps around the perimeter.

He grabbed Yani's hand and eased her in front of him.

"We gotta make a break," he said.

Checking the security feed one last time, Erik used the panic room wall screen computer to try and take control of entry and exits onto the property. He couldn't override the system in a reasonable time, and even his own wrist computer couldn't even gain him access to his own dragonfly drones to have some eyes out there. Yani was right. Activating the panic room locked everyone in place and shut shit down.

Erik opened the panic room door.

"Go, go!" he said.

They slipped down the secret stairs further and Erik pushed open the heavy exit door that led them to the darkness of another side of Klaue's private beach.

The lights of military flashlights could be seen crisscrossing in the distance above them as the mercs searched for them.

Erik scanned their surroundings. The terrain had them cut off from going around the property on foot. It would be even more difficult with Sydette. And none of them had shoes on. Neal could pluck them off from a distance with his weapon. And he had no idea what the other men lurking about were carrying.

His eyes fell upon the water.

"You'll have to swim with the baby, Yani."

"You're coming with us!"

Yani grabbed his arm and it upset Sydette whose small face crumpled.

"I can't. I have to stay back and handle them. They are going to kill you both. They will find where you live and take you both out. They don't fucking care. You are a liability. You can finger them for Klaue."

"When you…when you handle them, you'll come to us, right? I'll go to Twyla's, or I can go to the hotel you like…Erik…."

He shook his head. He felt his eyes water and Yani stood watching him in the waning sliver of moonlight.

Her head dropped down and she burst into tears.

This was it.

The realization overwhelmed her.

Sydette clung to her neck, the frightened look in her eyes escalating as she watched her mother cry.

"Baby…you have to swim for your life."

Yani flung her free arm around him and wept into his shoulder.

"Don't leave us! Please…they'll kill you. Too many of them—"

"You have to go…now!"

"Baba!"

Erik squeezed his eyes shut.

"Sweet Pea. My baby girl."

He kissed her forehead and rested his hand on her hair.

"We are going to play Hide and Seek. You go hide with Mama, and I will come find you."

"Erik don't…"

"It will be fun. You'll go hide in the water, okay?"

Sydette nodded her head, but fresh little tears sprung from her eyes. She was terrified. So was Yani.

"Be a big girl like Mama for me. Can you do that for Baba?"

"Yes."

"Yani, you have to move now. Email my burner account when you make it there safe. Do not come back here ever again. No one from your family. This is dead space now. You understand? Don't come here looking for me or asking questions about me. It's done."

Yani pressed her face into his neck and he bent down to kiss her.

Their lips touched and he let her tongue explore his mouth before he took over. He released her and pressed his forehead against hers. It was too much.

"You finish school. Become a doctor. Don't let anything hold you back."

Pulling away, he kissed Sydette on her cheek.

"Love you short stuff," he said.

Sydette reached for him and he held her by himself giving her the biggest hug he could muster.

"Ready to go hide?" he asked.

She nodded her head but there were still tears sitting on her cheeks.

"Yani…"

"I know. Come on Sweet Pea. We need to hide from Baba-"

Yani's eyes looked past him and before Erik could move with the baby, Yani yanked the Glock from her flak jacket and shot over his shoulder three times.

The large body of a white man in military fatigues fell against Erik's heels knocking him off balance for a second.

Sydette screamed from the gunshots and her sharp cries forced Erik to cover her mouth roughly. Yani secured her weapon and stuck it back in her flak jacket. She held her arms out for Sydette.

"Give her to me, I can—"

It only took a split second.

A bullet struck her head and she fell back onto the soft spray of water and sand.

"Yani!"

Erik dropped to his knees and shielded Sydette with his body as he pulled Yani's leg to move her closer to him and closer to the rock terrain to hide. Erik's heart was in his throat and a sea of red rage blinded his eyes.

"Yani…"

He couldn't contain Sydette's wailing and he waited with dread for more bullets to rain down and take them out too.

"Sweet Pea…shhhh…." Yani whispered.

Yani's voice made Erik gasp. Her hand went up to the side of her head and touched the blood that ran fast and hot. Erik touched her wound.

The bullet had only grazed her scalp.

She was still alive.

Blood ran down her face clouding her left eye.

She pulled Sydette from his arms and crawled into the water with her. Erik helped her until she was waist deep and sticking close to the rocks. Glock gripped in his right hand, he glanced back with the night vision goggles. The sound of the bullets and Sydette's cries would bring more men soon. Whoever shot at Yani wasn't far off. He lifted the goggles up. The water became deeper and pushed against Yani's chest.

"Hold my neck," Yani told Sydette.

"Bleeding…Mama…"

"I'm okay. Just hold on. Don't let me go."

Sweet Pea moved to Yani's back and wrapped her arms around her mother. Water popped up into her mouth and she coughed.

"You're okay, baby. Mama's got you," Yani said.

Erik could see Yani's left eye squinting from the blood flow. Head wounds always bled worse than other wounds, and he could tell it was freaking Sydette out a bit, and Yani was in pain.

Sydette's eyes sought out Erik's. He tried to make his face look happy for her. Tried to calm her rapid breathing as the tidewater brushed past them.

There was so little time.

"I love you both…" he said.

"I know…we love you too…"

"Get out of here."

"Find us, Baba."

"I will. Big girl, right?"

Sweet Pea nodded but her lips trembled.

He couldn't say anything else to Yani. They regarded one another for one last time. There was ambivalence on her face. He touched her cheek and a fast stream of blood ran onto his hand. She would need stitches. Her eyes closed briefly as she inhaled a deep breath then reached up and touched his hand.

Yani let Erik go and moved Sydette further into deep waters and away from him.

"It's cold, Mama."

Sydette's shuddery voice shattered his resolve and he allowed his tears to flow as he watched Yani swim out with her child clinging to her neck. They'd have to move around craggy rocks until the open water freed them from the property. He waded in a bit further to keep his eyes on them and when they were gone from his direct line of vision, Erik pounded the water. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Not in fear and terror.

His baby girl would only remember a horrible night with killers holding her at gunpoint. His woman would have to live with that memory too as well as her own physical assault and wound.

He stared up at the sky and gave thanks that the waters were calm. Cold, but calm.

They were both mermaids. They'd make it. They had to.

Now he had to go put some bodies down.

###

Erik created a diversion by shooting bullets toward the compound. Whoever else was out there would scramble to find the source of the sound. He didn't expect them to kill him right away. They would wound him to capture him, torture a confession of his hiding place for the attaché, find the goods, and then murder him.

The night vision goggles gave Erik the upper hand. They were not expecting him to be there so they were not prepared to go into close-quarters combat with someone who knew how they moved. They were also locked out of the gun range equipment because of the compound lockdown and unable to grab night vision gear for themselves.

One thing Erik was a master of from his Special Ops training was close-quarters combat. His superior tactical skills earned him the nickname "Killmonger" before he even made it out onto the real battlefield. His superior officers often used him for training other military units. He swept in fast, fierce, and precise.

"Boy, you are a killing machine," his unit leader said to him after his first training round through a kill house.

An officer who hated him because of his uppity attitude quipped out of the side of his mouth trying to be greasy, "Hell, forget warmongering. This soldier is a killmonger!"

Erik still remembered the guffaws that followed, and the teasing he got from his unit with that unasked for nickname. Shit wasn't funny no more when he started racking up serious body counts in Iraq and Afghanistan or when he started carving up his flesh. Nah. Shit got real quiet. All that rah rah shut down. They grew frightened of him. But most wanted to be him.

Head on swivel, Erik moved swiftly and focused his mind on reading and reacting to what was in front of him. The immediate threat was not being caught by the others. He had to kill and move to make it out of the compound. He willed himself not to lose focus by worrying about Yani and Sydette. A cloud had covered the slim piece of the moon still in the sky, and he hoped Yani could see well enough to make it to a safe piece of land to walk out onto.

Three men were in the house, and three, now two were outside on the premises. At least that was what he saw with his own eyes. He had the Glock in his hand, the one he took from Yani, and also the weapon he stripped from the dead man. Yani blasted him in the forehead, throat, and chest. A clean line down the man's body.

He felt an anxiety chill run through his body and he took a moment to breathe as he relived watching Yani fall back in his mind. He almost blacked out when he thought she was dead. Death had a way of following him to the point that Erik thought they were kin. He pushed through the physical reaction and shelved the mental reaction. He had to keep moving.

Slight movement to his left.

He had made stealth moves to the gun range to hit up a secret path Yani showed him to get around the middle house. He wanted to get to the top and sweep them all down to the water.

Pressing himself between the grouping of trees, Erik was able to find Neal and another merc heading back down to the range. He shot the unknown merc and Neal in the back of the head and quickly snatched up the AK-15 Neal carried. He dug in Neal's ear and pulled out an earbud that he inserted into the shell of his own.

"Where the fuck is he?"

Huntsman's voice was loud and clear.

"He knows this place better than us," Shipley replied.

Erik eased into the shadow of the trees when he heard the other nameless merc approach the bodies on the ground.

"Shit, Neal and Walberg were picked off," the burly man whispered.

"Where are you?"

"Gun range. Landis is dead too. Down by the beach…"

The merc looked around nervously.

"We have to find him and get that attaché fast. If Klaue gets wind of this we're fucked. The shit has got to be hidden outside and that's where he'll go," Huntsman said.

"Can't you get Linda to hack back in and override the system again? Get the security cameras back up?" Shipley asked.

Linda.

Fucking Linda.

Erik stepped out from the trees and shot the merc in the face.

"You get him? Graham? Graham? You there? Fuck!"

Shipley's voice cracked with nerves.

"Let's just get the shit from under the floor and go! Linda fucked us!"

They went silent and Erik headed back to the main house holding the AK-15.

Hidden near the main house, Erik watched the approach of their heat signatures as they backed one another up while creeping around darkness-challenged.

Erik shot off several rounds over their heads and the men shot back blindly.

"You fucker!" Hunstman screamed and Erik shot him in both legs.

Huntsman fell forward and Shipley tried to pull him to the cover of the wrap around porch, but Erik shot him in the legs too.

"Throw your guns far before I blast you dead right where you dropped," Erik shouted.

Shipley aimed his Glock at the sky and shot wildly.

"Nigga, really?" Erik said and shot him through his shoulder.

"Throw the guns. Don't be stupid."

Huntsman threw his weapon, but Shipley was pushing it. Erik shot him again in the other shoulder.

"I can crucify you with these bullets. I got time."

Erik heard both men panting, their bodies overexerting themselves trying to crawl away under the house. He emerged from the shadows and snatched Shipley's gun from his hand.

"Bitch ass," Erik said and punched him in his mouth.

###

It took him time, but Erik dragged the dead bodies and the living Hunstman and Shipley down to Klaue's private beach. He was able to get the power back on to the rest of the compound and carried a bag filled with items that belonged to Yani and Sydette.

He adjusted the headlamp he used to see and was happy to be wearing his merc gear instead of the thin loungers and random flak vest he ran around in.

Huntsman and Shipley, bleeding and tied by their arms with packing rope eyed Erik with surly eyes.

"Linda got you in here?" he asked.

"Yeah. She discovered the floor safe," Shipley said, "I thought you two were tight. Why didn't she cut you in?"

"Fuck I care, man?"

"She didn't even know he was here. She was surprised when I told her he was hunkered down with his little bed wench. Bitch didn't even care there was a baby here." Shipley said.

"You told her about Yani?"

"Unexpected complications. What she planned as a simple extraction under Klaue's nose became a disposal unit too," Hunstman said.

Erik's eyes blinked. Mercs were ruthless, and Erik didn't have a problem with being seen as expendable. It was like that in their world sometimes. But that bitch green-lit Yani and Sweet Pea being taken out too?

He squeezed his eyes shut. He hoped they were okay. The temperature had dropped and they were dressed in flimsy coverage. And Yani's head wound…

His eyes gazed down at Shipley. Erik dropped to his haunches to get closer to his face.

"You put your hands on her," Erik said.

The icy tone in his voice made Shipley press his lips together in tight defiance.

"If you can fuck that slut then she's good for the rest of us—"

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

"FUCKING SHIT….JESUS!"

Erik shot three times into Shipley's penis. The man's body jerked up and a rush of blood stained his groin matching the other bloody wounds in his body. Huntsman yelled and shrank into himself.

"You fucked up Shipley. Threatened her. A woman with a child who did nothing but cook and clean for you just to make a living. My woman—"

"Fucking bastard! I'll kill you!"

"Yeah…right."

Erik pulled the Glock away from the flood of crimson spilling the man's lifeblood away and turned his attention to Huntsman. The man's eyes were bugged out and they both heard the ragged whimpering of Shipley bludgeoning their eardrums with his cries of pain.

"This was business—"

Huntsman's words were ignored as Erik grabbed him by his hair and dragged him onto his stomach.

"You pushed my baby girl down. Scared the piss out of a two-year-old and bruised her face you piece of shit."

Erik slammed Huntsman's face into the rough sand of Klaue's beach. There were more shells and pebbles there than Yani's cove and the abrasive sand tore up Huntsman's face until it was a bloody pulp. The man looked like raw ground meat by the time Erik was through with him and tossed him on his back.

"End of the road fellas."

Erik stood up and holstered his weapon. Grabbing a gas can near his foot, he poured gasoline all over the bodies that he had in a nice pile next to Shipley and Huntsman. Shipley was too weak to holler so much, but Huntsman was begging his ass off despite not having a recognizable face anymore.

Erik grabbed Shipley by the scruff of his flak vest and pants and tossed him on top of the dead men. He did the same to Huntsman.

Standing back, he lit up a cigar and smoked it. One of Klaue's best from the main house.

"You stinkin' Kaffir!" Huntsman blurted out.

Erik laughed.

"That's supposed to be your brilliant exit line? Huh?"

A groan of pain roared from Huntsman's mouth.

"Shut the fuck up," Erik said bending down to the bottom body and setting Neal's pants on fire with his lighter. The accelerant he used blazed the fire up quickly.

Erik stood back and watched the human bonfire grow higher. The stench was horrific.

When he grew weary of hearing Huntsman and Shipley screaming in agony, he shot them both in the head.

Erik stood for a long time watching, his eyes still heated and angry. He reached into his flak vest and pulled out Yani's cell phone and his own. He broke them apart and tossed them into the fire along with the bag of their belongings they had brought to the house. Clothes, hairbrushes, and make-up that could easily be replaced. Even Sydette's potty chair.

He would keep the fire going all night and then smash up the remains and bury them around the compound for fertilizer. He wasn't worried about Klaue coming home and being upset about it.

Klaue was never coming there again.

He'd be in a body bag soon enough.

###

"Mama…Mama…wake up…."

Yani's head still felt groggy and hurt like hell.

Her eyes opened to the sound of cars driving in the distance and Sydette staring down at her, her hands rubbing Yani's face.

The sun was overhead and Yani raised up her aching body.

Somehow, she was able to get her and Sydette away from the property line of Klaue's compound in the water and make it far enough away that she was able to crawl out from the sea and carry Sydette up the side of a steep hill until she collapsed from exhaustion near the top.

She was so grateful that her daughter had the good sense to stay next to her and not wander of.

"Hey Sweet Pea, I'm up…I'm up."

She cradled her head and still felt the wet painful opening of her bullet grazing.

"Baba didn't find us," her daughter lamented.

Sydette's bright black eyes looked so disappointed and Yani hugged her tight.

"I know baby. We hid so good he couldn't find us."

"The bad man come?"

"No. No bad man is coming."

At least she hoped not.

"It hurt?"

Sydette touched her wound and Yani hissed.

"Yes. It hurts."

Yani felt dizzy and laid back on the ground.

"Lay here with me Sweet Pea."

Sydette curled up next to her arm, but she wouldn't lay down. Her eyes darted around. She was looking for him. Or those men.

"It's okay, baby. We're okay."

Closing her eyes, she kept one arm wrapped around Sydette and her other arm flung over her eyes.

It was a nightmare. Truly a nightmare.

After what seemed like an hour, and once Sydette had fallen asleep herself, Yani stood up and carried her daughter to the top of the hill and found herself near a road that they could walk without attracting too much attention. They almost looked normal except for their bare feet.

Yani walked for about a mile until an older Black woman pulled over in a RAV4 and rolled down her window.

"Are you okay?"

The concern on the woman's face made Yani cry.

"Get in, get in," the woman said.

"Thank you," Yani said.

"What happened to you?"

"The bad man hurt my Mama—"

Yani put her hand up to Sydette's mouth and shushed her.

The woman didn't ask for any more detail once she heard Sweet Pea.

"That looks bad," the woman said looking at Yani's scalp.

"Could you please give us a ride to my house?"

"I should take you to a hospital—"

"No, it's okay. I can fix it at home—"

"We go get, Baba—"

"Sydette, hush now."

"Where do you live?"

Yani gave her address and the woman took her there with no more questions.

###

Nannette was shocked to see the state Yani was in, but she took the opportunity to practice her nursing skills and used her stitch kit from class. She sealed Yani's wound with the help of Rum and Yani's shouts to God for the pain.

Nanette truly was a good friend because she didn't ask why the so-called rock that supposedly hit Yani looked like a bullet grazing.

"I'll probably have a bald spot there now," Yani said when she looked in the bathroom mirror.

She bathed Sydette and fed her before instructing her daughter to sleep and keep her mouth shut.

When she herself was alone in her bedroom, she was finally able to decompress and cry.

Her laptop fired up quickly and she went to Erik's burner email address.

"We made it home safe. Are you okay? Is everything okay?"

She waited, watching her email inbox, and every ten minutes she refreshed. An hour went by. Two.

Her heart rate increased and she began to sweat. He didn't make it. They got him—

"Everything was handled. I'm proud of you. Kiss Sweet Pea for me. Tell her Baba is sorry. I'm sorry, Yani."

There was a heart emoji at the end and a rush of intense emotion swam through her.

"We love you."

Her second email to him bounced back. She tried writing to him again. Another error message popped up letting her know the account was gone.

He was gone.

Forever.

Part 28 Here

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