#like they share a panic attack alley

[mydairpercabeth]

Which could mean nothing

[thewitchblue]

Jason whistled to his service dog as he relaxed on the couch, calling her over to him. Nova, his dog, came into his life almost as suddenly as you did. You knocked on the door of the apartment with a puppy one day and basically told him the dog's name before coming in and showing the newest family member around the home. When he asked why you gave him a dog, you said you couldn't bear to think about his PTSD taking over while you're away any longer.

His PTSD was overwhelming, so you got him a personally trained service dog to help bring him back down from his panic attacks when you can't be there. It was thoughtful and carefully planned out.

He has no idea how you got the dog in the first place, but he knows the dog has grounded him many times, and he's grateful every time he comes back from the flashbacks.

You came in equally randomly. He was at his usual cafe in Crime Alley one night, and you had slid into the booth without even acknowledging him. You had merely picked up the menu and read the contents as if you didn't know the menu front to back. It was your usual booth, and you weren't about to give it up to some stranger.

He didn't say anything at the time either, simply raising his eyebrows in an inquisitive way.

You didn't explain why you picked to sit with him in a mostly empty cafe at four in the morning like he wanted you to, however. In fact, you didn't say anything besides your order to the waitress. You seemed to know he loved his silence. He needed time away from the rat-hole that is Gotham City, and you seemed to be in the same situation as him.

You ate your pancakes in peace, and he nursed his desperately needed coffee, his sharp eyes watching you closely. You ignored him completely, distracting yourself by looking out of the window at the slowly fading nighttime sky instead. What are you doing here? Besides eating pancakes, you seemed to have no ploy or any malicious intent. You weren't one of his rats, nor do you seem to be a goon for his competition. What are you doing here?

You didn't seem to particularly care that it was four in the morning or that the sun hadn't even risen, and he was fascinated by you. It was like you knew to leave him to his thoughts, or maybe you felt the same. He didn't know, but he was enthralled by you. You are by far the most interesting person he's met all night and likely all day.

You didn't even tell him your name. You simply wrote your number on a napkin before he could ask and left as the sun raised and the birds started chirping. All he could do was watch you walk away while the waitress took away the dirty dishes with a knowing smile that seemed to tell him to take the chance. You had paid for him without a second glance. What an odd stranger.

He was too curious not to text the number. He didn't know what to expect. A part of him expected it to be a rejection textline, but you responded, and you became close quickly. You turned into his safety net and became his favourite person.

Nova came over to him with a wagging tail and a smile, like usual. Jason just wanted to pet her, but she decided that she's a lapdog and climbed right onto his lap.

Nova is hardly a lapdog, despite her thinking as much. She's a Cane Corso mix, but he was huge himself, so she fit, if only barely. It seems to give her joy to cuddle and make herself comfortable on him like he's a bed.

Jason sighed dramatically while petting her as you walked through the door of your shared apartment. You paused and took in the scene in front of you. You shouldn't be surprised seeing his giant dog on your giant boyfriend, it happens all the time, but there was something about seeing it that you always have to pause to admire. It's always so domestic that it fills you with warmth and love. The bond between the two is truly unwavering, and it shines so brightly that you can't fight the smile from spreading across your face.

Nova doesn't leave her comfortable position on your boyfriend's lap, so you came to them after carefully setting down the food you stopped to grab on your way home from work. You bumped his shoulder with yours and said with a smile,

"I got us food, drama queen."

Jason frowned but shooed off the dog to go eat. He already fed her before you walked in, but she always acted starved, so he wasn't surprised when she followed him to the kitchen. He made his way to the food slowly. It's a wonder how you carried all the food you got. He eats a lot, so you had two bags fill with to-go boxes of food. He loves leftovers anyway, so he wasn't going to complain in the slightest.

You both normally rotate who cooks for meals. You always cover dinner. He always covers breakfast, and you both cover lunch separately. You go to work with your lunch box that you packed the previous night, and he cooks for himself with a little bit leftover to make your cooking a little easier.

He always leaves little love notes he somehow manages to sneak in your lunch box, which you kept all in a small box to reread on your anniversaries despite Jason begging you to just toss them for fear his family is going to find them. He would be mocked for the rest of time if they saw his love notes towards you. You, however, adore them too much to simply throw them away, and you tell him it's part of your history, but you promised to lock them all away and hide the box. If they didn't know to look for it, they would never find it.

They have come close to finding the box several times, and it makes him anxious every time they start looking for something in the apartment. Nova stays glued to his side when his family comes over as a result.

You smiled fondly at the beautiful dog. She was so smart and brave. It was a disaster when the family first came to visit, however. It was terrifying to them at the time, but it's hilarious now.

Damian was in his Robin suit, masked and as silent as he could be, but he wasn't silent enough for Nova. He was nearly mauled by the dog that looked like a small bear in the shadows of the room as Jason groggily woke up. He forgot he was supposed to be on patrol, and Damian, while trying to calm down the dog, ended up with two broken wrists (because of course, he tried twice) after Luna bit him. He normally can calm animals, so why would this dog be any different? Damian lied to the family and said he broke his wrists in combat, and Jason didn't correct his lie. A dog bite is just embarrassing to him as an animal lover.

Dick had realised too late that he probably shouldn't break in at night anymore, as he made a similar mistake as Damian, but he ended up with broken shoulders instead of broken wrists when Nova pinned him to the ground to bite his neck. He was lucky you woke up to call her off, or he would have died. He drove home that night and told the others he's sick to prevent them from worrying.

Tim was smart. When he entered the apartment and saw the giant dog growling at him, he simply left. He decided maybe he didn't need the answer to his question after all. He spent the rest of the night calming his racing heart and trying to google the questions Jason would be able to answer in two seconds. Some things just aren't worth it.

Cass was special. She actually managed to sneak in and wake up Jason successfully. Unfortunately, when Jason woke up, so did Nova. Nova snarled and nipped at her, but Cass was agile enough to get in and get out with as little contact and as little interactions as possible.

Bruce was actually able to dodge the dog's lunge and hold her back long enough for Jason to come home from patrol. Jason had forgotten his crowbar and had to pick it up before patrol could actually begin. Jason shook his head in disbelief when he took in the scene. Did the word not get out that he has a dog now? You were asleep still, somehow, and Bruce was too proud to call out for your help from you, so he simply held the dog actively trying to kill him.

Bruce's eyes narrowed at Jason. He seemed to be silently asking him when he got a dog and why she's trying to kill him. Jason immediately ratted you out. Bruce couldn't be mad at you, and he made it up to you when you woke up. He'll make a huge apology breakfast and take you on the most romantic date he could come up with. Nova calmed down once she saw Jason, so he started to take her on patrol when he knew he's going somewhere dangerous.

You didn't really care about him telling Bruce about the dog and how Jason got her because it's still HIS dog technically, so you felt like it wasn't ratting you out. You gifted it to him, not the other way around. It's not your fault Nova is protective of your little family.

There are no hard feelings now, but she is still uninterested in becoming friends with any of them. She'll accept being near them, but she stays with Jason the entire time they are around. You warned them that petting a service dog distracts the dog, and Jason really needs Nova's focus.

Nova huffed when you spoke as if to say, "Try me," and you laughed. Okay. Maybe Nova can stand up for herself. They knew better than to try her.

You threw away the empty containers and put the leftovers away, then dramatically laid on Jason's lap before Nova could.

"I'm not giving up my spot for the dog."

You said with a small laugh when he looked at you quizzically. Nova whined as if to voice the injustice, which made Jason smirk down at you and shake his head.

"Jealous of a dog? My, how low you think of me."

You laughed and kissed his wrist closest to you. You managed to say just before Nova sat on your lap and laid down along the length of your body,

"The dog can't have your lap all the time. It was mine first."

Nova looked at you like she understood completely what you said while Jason snorted an amused laugh.

"Whatever you say, munchkin."

You poked his stomach as if to gloat like you won something. He poked you back, and that started a small poking war. You kissed every place you poked with a fond smile, and he did the same. Nova even joined in by licking Jason, to your delight, and Jason's disgust.

You won that war and managed to steal a victory kiss before he could start complaining about you ganging up on him. The kiss softened the blow of being "attacked" by his most trusted partners, but he complained nonetheless.

He accepted the kissing storm you gave him after his persistent complaints. It was a pretty sweet apology.

[soulsforsales]

"You died and I stayed."

"Trying to run away from your past isn't easy in a city like Gotham, where everything reminds you of ghosts that have clutches too deep in your soul."

(Warnings/Possible triggers: Grief, reader has a panic attack, talks of death, just... really angsty overall)

You don't remember what turn you took to end up here.

You don't even remember walking.

But you do remember having to walk by Wayne Manor this morning because every other route in this godforsaken town was hijacked by Riddler. You remember bowing your head down because what if you looked up and saw him? What if the realization that you wouldn't, make you crumble right then and there?

You made it through the Manor. Head bowed, footsteps light but hurried, like you would fall apart at any given moment.

But it happened again. At your workplace. A boyish, careless laugh made you snap your neck so fast you could've broken it.

That sounded like Jason, you thought.

Only it wasn't. It was another guy, one who always sat by the corner table with his nose in a book, who had blue eyes that reminded you a bit too much of a ghost. Who laughed in front of you today, and suddenly you were back in the Bat Cave trying to graffiti the walls on April Fools, knowing Bruce will kill you both when he finds out.

You remember how the memories flooded in without a care after that.

The nights you two shared a ragged blanket next to some dumpster, trying to survive Crime Alley.

The day Jason donned that damned Robin Costume for the first time and you could swear he glowed.

The night in the Manor's library, when you first kissed, hidden between shelves of books, giggling and blushing and so in love.

The night of the explosion. The way you didn't realize you were screaming until your throat ached, the way you clawed at the ground like you could somehow bury yourself in there, too. The agony afterwards-

Fuck.

You press your back against the alleyway's brick wall, crouching down, fingers digging into your knees through the thin fabric of your pants.

The night is loud—sirens howling in the distance, some guy yelling at someone across the street, a bottle smashing somewhere—but it’s all warped. Muffled. Like your brain decided to hit mute on everything except the sound of your own ragged breathing.

In. Out.

It doesn't work. The wall is too cold, too wet. It seeps through your jacket and into your skin. Your hands won't stop shaking, your lungs feel like they're folding in on themselves, and your throat is crushed.

It's too heavy. Too wrong.

You reach for your bag, fumbling with the contents to find that one orange bottle with pills your therapist had suggested, only to realize you left it on the counter this morning right next to the damn keys you almost forgot.

"Fuck... fuck-" You mutter, snapping your eyes shut but even your own voice sounds distant.

You try to breathe again. You try to ground yourself, but it won't work. The memories attack your brain like a punishment you can't escape, and his name circles in your chest like smoke you can't cough out.

Jason. Jason. Jason. Always fucking Jason.

You curl into yourself as if you hold on tight enough, maybe you won't shatter.

You don't hear the footsteps until they're too close.

Heavy boots, slow, calculated steps in your direction.

You flinch when a shadow appears over you, the red hood thrown over the domino mask catches your eyes.

Even if you left the vigilante life so far behind, you've heard rumors about Gotham's new flavor of menace vigilante with fingers too close to the trigger and no moral compass.

You should be scared, maybe you are. But you can't pick on the reason behind the hammering of your heart anymore.

You're too far gone.

Red Hood stops a few feet away, thick brows drawn together above the domino mask. His gaze sweeps over you, cautious, maybe even pitying. This isn't the first time he's watching someone fall apart and try keeping themselves together in Gotham, and it sure as hell won't be the last.

He tries to help anyway. Because he knows exactly what it's like.

"Hey," His voice is rough, like gravel, "You okay?"

You clearly aren't. You choke on a sob, trying to take a breath and shake your head jerkily. Once.

Hood nods, like he knows exactly what you mean. Maybe he does. He raises his palms in a gesture to seem less dangerous.

"Okay... I'm gonna get closer now, yeah? No sudden moves," his voice softens, "just wanna help."

You part your lips, but the words won't form around them. You try and fail.

He kneels anyway. Slowly. Carefully. Like he's approaching a wounded animal, which, honestly, is exactly how you feel right now.

He reaches out a gloved hand first, testing, slowly brushing your hair away. It's not exactly gentle, but it's not rough either. He's trying to ground you, trying to soothe the panic out of your chest.

It's not until he's close enough to see your face, tear-streaked and ghost white, that he goes utterly still. Frozen on spot.

Because he knows you. He remembers you, of course, he does.

"No..." He breathes, barely audible through the modulator covering his lower face, "No. Fuck."

You look up at him like you're about to pass out. Exhaustion, panic, and grief fully cloud your senses. And the boy who loved you breaks.

Because he remembers your eyes being full of fire and light, not tears. He remembers hearing your laugh echo through the walls of the Manor, not the sound of your ragged breathing, not the sound of you breaking apart before him.

Red Hood pushes through the shock, the pain, the guilt that twists in his chest.

His hands hover above your arms, hesitant, desperate, "Hey. Hey, I got you, okay? Follow my voice. You're safe. You're gonna be okay."

You try. You really do.

You let yourself fall into his arms and he catches you.

You listen to his quiet reassurances because something about him, something about that voice, feels like a lifeline. Like an anchor keeping you tethered.

And you hold onto it with everything.

A/n: If y'all would like a part two or continuation of this (because I am thinking of turning this into a whole series), let me know!!!

Thank you for reading. Love you all<3

[menmuncher]

the monkey Bill/Hal Shelburn x fem!reader

a/n: I've been obsessed with 'the monkey' and WAITINGGG for a fic to come out of it (it has been 4 days) but i've found nothing- so i'm taking it into my own hands, hehe. i couldn't choose a brother bcuz they're both hot (duh. but I fear i'm leaning towards bill because i enjoy weirdos) so why not BOTH!!!1

synopsis: head cannons? of the brothers. not at the same time because we know they wouldn't share.

warnings: NSFW, oral (both receiving), stalking, abusive relationship, creepy behaviour, bruising, slapping

HAL

when you first started going out on dates with him, you both really enjoyed it. he would usually take you to those cheesy spots teenagers would go to as their first date: some places like the movies or a bowling alley.

as these dates passed, you grew closer.. but at the same time, you would meet less often? once a week turned into once a month, but you couldn't understand why considering every time you did see him again he'd almost be emotional with how excited he was - clinging onto you like a puppy

you tried to initiate more time together but were always met with an excuse. it had to be on his terms or nothing, which obviously upset you. you began to feel a sort of anger towards his neglect and decided next time you saw him; you had to say something.

and so it happened, you guys met at a small diner in Maine and he obsessed over you as he always does after not meeting for a while. you had about 10 minutes of strength before you began to break down mid-conversation, begging for an explanation why he hardly took the time to see you anymore

this broke him; he didn't wanna seem insane to you but he also didn't wanna risk you leaving. he weighed his options for a minute before ultimately deciding to take the easier route, not that either would be simple

he explained the monkey to you. you were silent the whole story, jaw-dropped. once he finished, the silence didn't end. he waited for you to throw water on him, call him a psychopath and walk out... but it never came

you... actually believed him? hesitantly, for sure, but you were willing to trust him for this relationship. now he was the one breaking down - he wasn't afraid to be vulnerable around you and there was no shot he would be able to keep it together at this moment.

you told him you'd be fine and you were willing to take the risk as long as it meant hanging out with him more. he didn't want to put you in this position, but he nodded. he was too far into you at this point.

from then on, the days together become more frequent though he pays the same attention to you as he always would after missing you.

he's so nerdy but so attentive. he loves to buy you flowers and your favourite meal every Sunday on his way home from work. if you try hard enough, you're able to keep 3 weeks worth of flowers alive at once.

"these reminded me of you. i think the lady said they were dahlias? they bloom so beautifully and reflect such a bright color, don't you think?"

he's clingy, too. he loves to lay on your lap when you watch TV together - though, he's usually asleep within minutes of resting his head. it's okay because he's cute which makes up for it.

he has panic attacks every now and then due to nightmares about the monkey, but just holding him and combing through his hair is enough to bring him back to peace

he'll cook for you sometimes, too. it's not the best cooking, but it's the thought that counts. his favourite to make is pasta, probably because it's easy.

after you've been together for a while, he'll take you on more casual dates. still a movie every now and then but mostly just a dinner at his house or a drive in the car with long conversations, where he obviously lets you have the aux. he knows you enjoy simple things like that

now, into the NSFW stuff.

he loves when you're being pleasured. he thoroughly enjoys eating you out and grunting into your pussy so you can feel his enjoyment.

he enjoys getting oral, too, of course - but won't make that the main focus. it's only if you're feeling up for it. he gives you words of affirmation while you do it

now, when he fucks you - it's usually in the bed. you being comfortable is the #1 thing to him

he's okay with you being a pillow princess. he enjoys being dominant.

but if you wanna take over? he's happy to take that as well. he's really up for anything.

he's pretty vanilla, honestly. will put a pillow under your back so you're in a comfortable position as he angles himself perfectly into you, hitting your g spot with nearly every thrust and talking you through it.

even though he goes deep and likes to control you, he's so gentle. treating you like glass and ensuring he doesn't squeeze your hips tighter than he would your hands. he couldn't handle seeing you with bruises.

he just needs to show you how much he really loves you and appreciates you staying despite his screwed up baggage

BILL

you weren't looking for a partner when you found him. you had seen an ad in the newspaper looking for a 'long lost toy monkey'.. it was bizarre, considering you could probably buy your kid a similar-looking one without him noticing.

but you had a toy monkey. you kept it as a collectible, and it sounded similar enough to the ad. you don't remember where you got it from but it wasn't anything special to you so 15 bucks was enough to have you handing it over. when the guy came to your door, he looked disheveled. he had a terrible haircut and kind of smelled.. his outfit was weird, some sort of suit sewed into a tight black fire shirt with a key necklace. you knew a lot of people in this town but.... never saw him before?

why he was wearing such a complex outfit to buy a toy monkey from you? no clue.

you took the 15 bucks, exchanged a few words then shut the door after making the sale. turning from the door, you went back to sit on your couch before your doorbell rung again.

what else could he need? he had the monkey. you walked towards the door and opened it up to have him smiling at you. something he hadn't previously done. he was silent for a minute, just smiling.

"....can I help you?" you asked, before he spoke

"uh yeah, I was wondering.... could I get your number? you are like, really good looking."

you paused for a moment, taken aback. that is not what you expected him to say. you bit your lip and contemplated- he was kind of handsome.... but there was no chance. he was a weirdo coming to pick up a monkey from you. not to mention he had absolutely zero sense of fashion.

"yeah, no" you said, closing the door. it was harsh but you didn't wanna conversate with him anymore. you were way too tired, so you went into your room and eventually fell asleep.

from that day on, you started seeing him everywhere. he would be shopping at the same supermarket as you, passing you when you'd be on a walk, and appearing at the bar every time you went out with friends. it wasn't until you had a bit of alcohol in you that you finally got enough courage to talk to him.

"this guy's a creep, i'm ending this." you said to your friends, pushing yourself up from the bar despite being warned and going over to the man sat by himself at a table - some sort of alcoholic substance in his hands.

"what is this? you're absurd" as you got closer to his booth, you saw that he wasn't in fact alone, but had your previously-owned monkey sat beside him. your face scrunched up in even more disgust

"I don't know what you're talking about.." he didn't even look at you as he continued to sip his drink, acting like this was normal.

"you're harassing me! I don't even know you!" you began to scream in his face now as he displayed little to no emotions and kept his vision locked on his glass.

"will you look at me?!" you exclaimed, leaning over the table and grabbing the monkey from the couch beside him- now he looked at you. reaching a hand out to grab at your wrist, tightly, his teeth gritted.

"leave him alone" he sneered as he tugged it from you, not completely pulling it from your grip

"him? it's a toy!" you tugged back at it as he almost growled. he stood from the booth and fully took it from your grasp this time, holding the toy to his chest. he was breathing heavily as you both stared into eachother's eyes with anger. you were left speechless, this guy was clearly mentally ill.

suddenly, his angered eyes softened. he breathed out whatever he was holding in and sat back down. you didn't speak ither, half expecting him to just get up and leave with the toy. instead, he spoke:

"this monkey reminds me of my late dad. I don't know why, but he just.. does. i've been so lonely ever since my dad left." thanks to that kid, Ricky, for inspiring his sob story. even if bill's dad was still around, he couldn't care less whether he was dead or alive.

his sad confession definetly wasn't a proper explanation to why he was stalking you.... but for some reason, you felt guilt.

he didn't need to say it. it was clear he took a liking to you because of his obsessive behaviour - and wanted this loneliness to come to an end. so, with a sigh, you stupidly submitted in an attempt to cheer him up,

"i'm sorry, I can understand being lonely.. I mean not in the aspect of friends, or family, just like-" he looked up at you and when your eyes met his you stopped.

"..what i'm trying to say is, would you like to go out sometime? maybe we can make each other less lonely." he smiled at you, something he hadn't done since he was last on your doorstep, and nodded.

you didn't really bother explaining that to your friends later on. just dismissing the conversation, claiming you "solved everything".

you started to go on dates with him. none of them really requiring spending money- he always suggested something like a park, which also made you feel bad for him. so much so that you began to initiate actual restaurant dates.

it actually wasn't going bad. he was definetly odd, and embarrassingly enough always wore the same outfit, but he began to be more attractive the more you hung around him. eventually, you forgot how weird he was.

when you two were close enough, he became obsessive as he originally was. he always needed to be near you. he always came over to your house - never even inviting you to his as it was "too messy"

there wasn't many romantic gestures he'd do, besides telling you how much he needs you and how he would "die without you"

he followed you around everywhere. he'd whine that he wouldn't want to go to your places, but would go anyway just to be in your presence.

throughout all this, he always kept the monkey just as close.

bill loved being inside you. unlike his brother, he wasn't gentle with you. at all.

he'd toss you around and fuck you pretty much anywhere he could. he would breathe in your hair's scent as he dug his nails into your thigh and pounded you. he didn't care about whether you were comfortable or not- therefore you two would frequently end up on the ground or the table.

he couldn't be submissive. besides that time at the bar, he was never again vulnerable around you- especially not during sex.

he loves receiving head. he'll tangle your hair into his hands and push and pull at it as he rapidly fucks your face. he doesn't really care for giving you air to breathe, this is his time. his pace is so rapid as the sounds, almost screams, echo the room. slapping your cheek each time you tried to pawed at his thigh in an attempt to stop him.

he's selfish. he doesn't really give you head. if you ask really nicely, he might finger you for a minute or so, kissing your slit until he's tired and wants the attention back on him.

there wasn't much aftercare. he'd just go to sleep, so neglecting of you which you hated. it made you question: should you have ever offered him a date? what would've happened if you just called the police?

when you go to confront him one day about mistreating you, he immediately goes into a rage. screaming and cursing something about how he has always been watching over you to make sure you're safe but has just been met with selfishness in return.

the argument got so deep that you eventually threatened to walk out. that's when you were once again, put face-to-face, with your toy monkey.

okay this isn't much of an ending but i'm out of ideas and this was turning into more of a fanfic about bill SORRYYYYYY

[fairlyang]

Greedy 🕷️🐈‍⬛

w/c: 2.3K

pairing: bf!miguel o’hara x felicia hardy x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. she saves you, starts flirting, seducing, gay panic, making out, cheating but not really (it was a prank!), voyeurism, exhibitionism, miguel was watching the whole time, blowjob, two tongues on him, he fucks you, then he fucks her, creampie, kinda cuckqueen, challengers kiss

a/n: this was a wip from last november 😀 only like the first paragraph which i used for another fic but STILL, enjoy

you were on your way to your apartment after dropping by the nearest bodega to get some snacks. you cut through an alley to get home faster thinking a shortcut would be a good idea but that was your first mistake when you were attacked as soon as you walked past some dumpsters.

you screamed as some men grabbed you, and tried to grab your bags of snacks and your purse but you were holding on tightly to both. “get the fuck off me!”

you stomped harshly on the foot of whoever was on your right and they groaned making another man forcibly grab you then choke you. you let go of your things and grab onto their arm, trying your hardest to pull them away but they weren’t budging.

you could barely breathe, choking up on pleas when suddenly you hear a voice, “hey boys, not nice to pick on someone smaller than you.”

then there’s a bunch of smoke and you hear the sounds of punching, kicks, and groans. the man who held you, now let you go and you coughed and tried to see what was going on when you were grabbed and you were suddenly off the floor.

within seconds you landed somewhere so you coughed, trying to breathe properly again while rubbing your eyes. when you opened them you saw a girl with a silver ponytail and a black suit. you tilted your head to the side and right when you were going to speak, she beat you to it. “you must be the spider’s girlfriend then?”

your eyebrows furrow and she just gives you a smile while she circles around you, checking you out? she ran a finger along your arm sending shivers all throughout your body while she hands you your things with her other hand, “shocked he’d keep someone as pretty as you a secret..” she murmurs then quickly adds, “but i can also see why..”

“how do you know who i am?” you ask and she shrugs.

you grab your things from her and raise an eyebrow, “word gets around quick out here, surprised he’s not keeping a close eye on you.”

“so you must be felicia..” you mumble and she grins, “look at you, pretty and smart.”

“well um- thank you. for saving me.” you say and give her a small smile.

“course, though you can feel free to give me a token of your gratitude.” she murmurs making your face grow hot.

“mm don’t think so.” you say making her pout, “real shame.”

“why's that?” you ask and she smirks, “why not?”

you chuckle and shake your head, “i’m not one to cheat.”

“don’t think of it like that, think of it as giving a proper thank you.” she purrs and you gulp.

you always knew you also liked girls but since being in a relationship with miguel that’s been in the back of your mind since you were taken and monogamous. and she was really testing her luck right now.

just like he said she has in the past. it’s just how she is. she plays around.

but maybe she’s not the only one that likes playing games..

she saw something in your eyes, something that told her you weren’t completely telling the truth. your body language also told a different story.

“spider did always like sharing..” she whispers and stands in front of you and wrapping her arms around your waist then swiftly pulling you in making you drop your things.

“did he?” you ask quietly and she nods, leaning in.

“i wouldn’t wanna share you.. but if that’s the only way then maybe..” she whispers and you could lightly feel her breath on your lips.

“maybe i’ll just have to.” she mumbles and cuts the space between you two.

she kissed you softly, testing the waters at first. her right hand came up to cup your cheek while you remained frozen. conflicting thoughts flashed in your head for a variety of reasons. but it landed on one thing.

fuck it.

you kissed back and wrapped your arms around her neck, letting one hand go further to play with her ponytail. you lightly tug making her squeeze your skin then go down to grope and squeeze your ass. you moaned in her mouth and she smiled through the kiss then slid her tongue into your mouth.

you tug on her hair a little harder and stick your tongue into her mouth earning yourself a loud moan from her. her hands then started roaming all over your body while the kiss just escalated. she put her leg in between yours and gently rub it against you making you gasp.

she pulls away and grins, “think we’ve teased him enough?”

“i don’t know, think he was enjoying the show.” you murmur and you both turn around and look up at the billboard that was on top of the building.

there was your boyfriend miguel just sitting on one of the poles while realizing he was caught. he jumps down to the two of you and he shakes his head in disbelief, “y’know when we said we’d have a threesome i thought we were going to schedule it like normal people not just pull a fucking prank.”

you grin up at him and felicia stands to your side, her arm snaked around your waist as she gives him a smirk, “what and miss out on all this fun?”

“plus it seems you liked it spider.” she adds and points down to his hard on.

he groans and rolls his eyes before looking at you, “well i did schedule it… and we’re all here now.”

“so even getting mugged-“

“you thought i was just stupid enough to go through a fucking alley for fun?” you scoff and felicia chuckles, “our girl is smart.”

“she is not our girl, she’s just mine.” he snaps back and she shrugs.

she lets go of you and you both walk towards him, mischief in both sets of eyes. “i’d never just let her get mugged.” she starts and runs a finger to his chest, “they’re friends, they owed me a favor and news flash she likes getting choked.”

“you’re both unbelievable.” he groans and you pout.

“so you didn’t like our surprise?” you ask and he sighs.

“come on sweetie, of course he liked it.” she says and grabs your hand.

you both get down to your knees in front of him, looking at him through batted eyelashes making him take a deep breath. “c’mon, let us take care of you.” you murmured, making him bit his lip.

he then pressed on the screen of his watch and the suit sparked away, fully exposing his hard cock to you both. you grabbed it and she went up to spit on it, you let it drip down — watching as it went down his vein on the side of his shaft and you started stroking him, “it’s not that bad now, is it baby? i just got a little ahead before you and contacted her so we could do this.”

“you’ve got a good one spider.” felicia murmured and then went down to suck on his balls.

he moaned and lowered one of his hands down to your head to make you take him in your mouth, “mm slow down there baby.”

felicia came back up and she looked at you, you both looked at his cock and got close to it. you stick your tongue out and slap the tip onto your mouth. felicia does the same and you slap it on her tongue while you both looked up at him. his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the sight and his second hand came up but this time to place around her ponytail.

you giggled then let go, going in and licking the side of his shaft while she followed your lead. you both started at the top then went down at the same time earning yourselves groans from the man.

you knew he’d like this idea. why wouldn’t he?

you went all the way down then came back up at the same time. she then grabbed him and took him in her mouth, instantly taking as much as she could while you just watched in awe. you looked at him, eyes shut, cheeks rosy, and taking deep breaths — who knew he’d enjoy this so much.

and it was only just beginning.

his patience ran really thin so he had you both quickly take off your bottoms and first started off by having you bent over the poles that kept the billboard up. he was sliding his tip in and out of you while you pleading him to just fuck you because you were just so horny. “you’re so fucking greedy baby.” he murmured and felicia just nodded, agreeing with him.

“fel, you’re meant to help me.” you whined and she just grinned, “but you are just so greedy, princess.”

he decided you had enough and fully slammed into you while you were distracted listening to her. you whimpered and gripped the pole while keeping your back arched for him, “there ya go, good girl.” she murmured in front of you as he stretched you out so good.

“how’s she feel mig?” she asked, looking up at him and he just grinned, “fucking incredible.”

“lucky.” she mutters and playfully rolls her eyes while he starts setting up a fast pace.

you clenched around him making him twitch and moan, “fuck baby.”

his hands gripped your hips as he thrusted into you hard while felicia cooed sweet nothings to you. your eyes fluttered as miguel slammed into you like there was no tomorrow and felicia took the initiative to kiss you.

you kissed her back prompting miguel to thrust his hips against yours, fucking you for his own pleasure because he was losing his mind because of you two.

felicia pulls away and sticks her thumb out to you, you instinctively sucked on it, “really such a greedy girl, aren’t you?” she teases making you look at you with glossy eyes and nodding.

“if I would’ve known this is how my night would go I wouldn’t have worn my su-“ she says but miguel interrupts her, “alright that’s enough.”

she chuckled and shakes her head, “only playing around spider, come on we all like games around here.”

he groans and grips your skin, the sensation leaving goosebumps all over your body, “fuck- just like that baby-“

“mm you heard her baby, just like that.” she purrs, holding his gaze as he continues his ruthless pace.

“can you pull out when you’re close then fuck her?” you suddenly ask, making them both turn to you.

“god you’re both freaks-“ he mutters under his breath which had you both scoffing.

you then each started deflecting and pulling the blame on him while he started hitting deeper, reaching that spot that always has you seeing stars. you’d stutter while trying to argue but felicia was speaking clearly for you both.

it was going in one ear and out the other but he knew he was fucking thrilled with your idea, hell he knew damn well he loved this whole thing being a surprise to him too but being too stubborn to admit. but you two knew him well enough to know the truth and not believe his lies.

with the sudden realization that this was really happening, he already felt his orgasm coming in. you felt it too with his cock twitching inside you while his thrusts became more sloppy.

felicia had already taken her suit off, she was just left in her undergarments but her panties were off to the side because he had a small taste of you both.

he groaned and pulled out of you then quickly got behind felicia, who had her ass stuck out for him. he quickly slid inside her then wrapped his arms around her as she held on to the same pole you were holding on to.

he slammed into her fast, her tight cunt squeezing like yours did and lord did he love being inside you both. his orgasm formed in his stomach and he started moaning in her ear as she brought a hand up to his face, “oh fuck- feels so good spider!”

you just watched the scene in front of you and rubbed your clit, your own orgasm coming in quick just watching how he held her. felicia had been doing the same when he was fucking you so really all of you had been reaching it together.

felicia’s walls clenched against him as she was the first to cum, squeezing him while he moaned and went as deep as he could then spilled his load inside her. you cried out when yours hit you at the same time and you held onto the pole with felicia.

you were both shaking and all three of you were out of breath, as you slowed down your movements on your fingers and miguel was slowly pulling out. his cock slipped out of her and he quickly fixed her panties so it’d only slip through but not completely spill out.

“fel, i think you’re our girl.” you murmured, walking towards them as she chuckles and just nods.

miguel wraps his arm around you then leans down to kiss you. you pull away then kiss felicia. she pulls away then turns around to face you both, then grabs each of you with one hand and pulling you both in for a kiss. you felt both sets of lips but then one of them stuck their tongue out and it was instantly changed to just tongues clashing.

maybe the prank helped him realize how badly he needed you both in his life. and it made you realize how you could have more than one slice of the pie because it’s what you all wanted.

[azrielsdove]

Rejected is one of my fave fics to date, so I have to ask if I can get a Cassianx f reader where the reader has gone through something tragic (what that is totally up to you) and Cassian helps her through it and while healing the mating bond snaps? (Feel free to play with this idea how you see fit)

Safe

Warnings: Violence, Description of attack on reader

***

Cassian was holding you tight against him, flying as quickly as he could to the House of Wind. You could feel each heavy breath drag from his chest, the panic radiating from him. You stared unblinkingly into the night, still comprehending what had just happened.

He landed on one of the balconies, running to the kitchen and yelling for anyone who may be there. He placed you so delicately on the table, laying your too-still body down. Azriel came running, eyes widening as he took in your form in front of him. “What happened?”

Cassian was rummaging through the cabinets, pulling healing supplies out in a wild manner. “I shouldn’t have let her go down there alone.” Azriel looked at him, cocking his head in confusion.

“Cass,” he tried again, “what happened?”

You became aware of the steady drip, drip of your blood landing on the floor below. The realization brought the searing pain in your side and arm back, the sudden feeling of pain almost causing you to wince.

If you had the care to.

Cassian brought the supplies next to you, hands shaking too hard to thread the needle. Azriel took it from him, preparing to stitch you up himself.

“She wanted to go down to the city, get a few drinks and walk around. It was late, I know what kind of people prowl around at that time.” He shook his head, as if that would make the sight of your bloodied body disappear. “I left her in a shop to run to another, just for a minute. She must have left, and-“ His voice broke, shaking sobs racking over his body. Azriel paused stitching your wounds, placing a hand on his friend’s back. Cassian sucked in a deep breath before continuing on. “I went back and noticed she was gone, so I started looking around. I didn’t think anything bad had happened until I caught the scent of blood. I ran, finding her in the shadows between two buildings. Like that.” He buried his face in his hands, ashamed that something like this could happen to you.

Azriel stayed quiet, resuming the careful stitching of your wounds. You hardly felt him, mind still stuck in that little alley. The male who had attacked you, trying to get money. You didn’t understand why he had been so violent. Rhys paid you well enough that you would have easily handed over whatever he wanted, had he just asked. Instead he plunged a knife into your gut, and when you tried to fight back he sliced it down your arm. He ran without even taking any money. He attacked you for truly, no reason.

Azriel was saying something to Cassian, forcing him to calm down. Cool water brushed against your now stitched wounds, washing away the dried blood on your skin. Soft bandages were carefully placed over you, more words shared that you didn’t catch. Someone was scooping you up into their arms, carrying you to your room. You were placed on the bed, warm covers wrapped around your aching body. A vial of something was poured down your throat, and before sleep took over you noticed one of the males placing a chair next to your bed. A glimmer of red was all you saw before falling into a blissful, dreamless sleep.

***

Your head was pounding. You winced as you opened your eyes, sunlight streaming through the windows. Within a second the curtains were pulled shut, your vision adjusting to find Cassian standing by them. He shifted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “How are you, uh, feeling?” You stared blankly at him, trying to remember what had happened. He cleared his throat, eyes not quite looking at you. He seemed…guilty?

“What happened?” You asked, wincing at the soreness of your throat. Cassian looked up to the ceiling and swallowed deeply.

“You were attacked when we were in town,” he said, his voice quiet. Your brow furrowed as you tried to remember. You could recall being in the shop with Cassian, and then him leaving to run into another. Not much after that-a sudden flash of memory ran through your body. You gasped as if you could feel the blade digging into your stomach again, the males hand tight around your throat. You instinctively curled into a ball, ignoring the sharp pain in your side at the action. You were going to be sick.

Cassian came to your side, reaching a hand out to comfort you. You yelped, rolling over and off the side of the bed. “Please don’t touch me,” you whispered, tears pricking at the back of your eyes. All you could feel was that males hands on you, digging in your pockets and threatening your life. Cassian looked like you had stabbed him, but he respected your wishes.

“Would you like me to get one of the girls?” He asked quietly, hands held tight behind his back. You nodded, still cowering from the floor. He ducked his head in response and went from the room, determined to find someone else to comfort you.

After what felt like hours of you sitting, shaking on the floor, the door pushed open. Mor ran in, immediately diving to sit by your side. “Oh, sweet girl,” she soothed, looking over you. “What do you need?” Her eyes bore into you like she could see what you were thinking. You couldn’t help the tears that slid down your face as you leaned into her, allowing her arms to wrap around you. She held you tight against her, running her hand through your hair. “You’re safe,” she murmured over and over again, reminding you that no one would harm you up here.

Mor held you as long as you needed, soothing you until your tears slowed. She helped you back into your bed, tucking the covers snug around you. “I am going to go get you something to eat and drink, okay? Would you like me to have someone wait with you?” Her eyes were wide with worry, clearly remembering what it feels like to be in such a vulnerable state. You shook your head, feeling better enough to be alone for a few minutes.

You sunk into the warmth of your bed while she was gone, replaying the night of your accident over and over. You and Cassian at the shop, Cassian running to a neighboring one, you going to meet him. The male jumping out of the shadows, dragging you backwards into the alley. The way you tried to scream as he wrapped his hand around your throat, threatening you if you made any noise. Your desperate plea that you would give him whatever he wanted if he just let you go, that you work with the High Lord and can get him anything, just please, please, please let you go. The feeling of the knife in your stomach, the sharp pain burning through your body. How you tried to fight back and he sliced down your arm, ripping muscle to keep you subdued. The darkness coming, Cassians voice yelling….

You rubbed your hands furiously over your eyes, trying to banish the memories away. You didn’t want to think about it anymore. You couldn’t think about it anymore.

Mor returned shortly after with a small plate and glass of water, sitting by your side until you had finished both. “There,” she said, taking them from you, “much better. I’m going to give you something to help you sleep, if that’s okay?” She held up a little glass vial, one you recognized from the night you were attacked.

“Okay,” you answered, reaching to take the drug from her. Anything to keep those thoughts away. You took it in one drink, breathing deep as the dreamless sleep took over once again.

***

“You cannot hide in here forever.” You glared at Mor standing at the foot of your bed, hands on her hips.

“I can do what I want,” you shot back, crossing your arms firmly in front of you. She threw her hands up in exasperation, turning away from you.

“I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself.” You knew she was angry, tired of trying to bring you back to life. You didn’t care. You were happy to lay in bed and hide under your covers, stealing bottles of wine from Rhys at night.

“No one’s making you help me. You are free to leave whenever.” Your eyes burned, dry from the lack of sleep or proper nutrition. Mor turned back to you, fire in her eyes.

“I understand you went through something traumatic, but you don’t need to throw your life away due to it.” She stared at you, waiting to see what you would say. You pushed yourself out of the bed and walked to the door, opening it wide.

“Then leave, Morrigan. I don’t need a gods damned babysitter.” You made a big show of bowing by the door, gesturing her to go. She shook her head and stormed out, turning on her heel before you could slam it shut.

“Rhys won’t let you live here forever, rotting away. Figure it out.” You stuck your tongue out at her, ignoring her shout of frustration as she stormed away. You happily closed and locked the door behind her, walking over to your nightstand and grabbing the wine on top of it. You drank deeply, forcing any guilt away.

The wounds on your physical form had healed, but the mental ones were still strong. How could you tell Mor, who had overcome the most horrific things, that you couldn’t get past what happened? That you had nightmares every time you closed your eyes about that male, that you couldn’t sleep or think without it haunting you. It had been weeks since your attack, and no one expected you to be taken down so badly by it. You stumbled over to one of the windows in your room, sitting on the bench in front of it. You’re pathetic, you thought to yourself, taking another drink. No wine spilled on to your waiting lips, prompting you to investigate the bottle.

Empty.

You cursed, knowing tonight you would have to leave your room in search of another. Fine. Whatever. You would do anything to keep your feelings away, your memories dampened.

You were pondering how best to sneak out when a loud banging at your door made you jump. You sighed, knowing it was someone to yell at you. You walked over, opening the door with a sickly sweet smile on your face.

The smile dropped when you saw it was Cassian standing there.

He looked you over, nose wrinkling at the state of you. You suppose you’d looked better, the days-old nightgown and unwashed hair not the best you’ve ever done. “Mor says you’re a lost cause.” You rolled your eyes. Of course she did.

“Why do you care?” You felt a pang of regret at the pain in his eyes, knowing how heavily he blamed himself for what happened.

He took a breath, standing up straight. “I want to help you.”

You laughed.

“I don’t need help, General. Thanks for the offer.” You moved to shut the door, annoyed when he stuck his foot out to stop you. His gaze darkened as he looked down at you, his size intimidating.

“Let me rephrase that. I am going to help you. Meet me at the training ring tomorrow morning, at dawn. If you aren’t there, i’ll be sure to let Rhys know how you spend your nights.” His eyes dipped down to the empty bottle in your hand, his intention all too clear. You scoffed, slamming the door shut on him.

Who does he think he is bossing me around? You think, throwing yourself on your bed. The wine would have to wait.

***

You shivered in the chill morning air, uncomfortable in your now loose-fitting fighting leathers. You were embarrassed to put them on earlier, shocked at how much your body had changed in the last few weeks. You knew you hadn’t been taking care of yourself, but you didn’t think it would be this bad.

You glanced at the doorway again, waiting for Cassian to come. Was he so sure you would bail that he decided to not even show up? Guilt ran over you, ashamed that you had pushed everyone so far away that this was their impression of you. You kicked at the sand under your feet, hot tears filling your eyes.

Footsteps came from the stairwell and your head shot up, quickly wiping the tears that had fallen. Cassian halted at the sight of you, clearly not expecting you to have showed up. He took note of your watery eyes, concern flashing through his own. “I didn’t think you’d come,” was all he said before continuing on towards the weapons.

You trailed after him, shrugging your shoulders. Truthfully, you couldn’t handle the idea of Rhys coming to tell you how disappointed he was. The High Lord had offered you a job when you were struggling, impressed by your intelligence and outside thinking. You were happy to come live here, a far better home than the little shack you slept in. You could handle anger and disappointment from Mor and Cassian, as your friends, but from your boss? The thought had sobered you up, deciding that accepting Cassians help wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

“We will begin with stretching and body exercises, building your strength back up.” He turned to face you, wrapping his hands in training tapes. “Then, we will move on to defense.” You paled at his words, at the reminder of why you needed to learn defensive tactics. The feeling of that males knife in your stomach flooded your senses, your fists clenching tight at your sides. Cassian observed the reaction, his expression softening. “Here,” he said, stepping closer to you and wrapping your hands as well. You forced your hands to stay steady, not wanting him to feel the almost permanent shake in them these days.

He started you on stretches, your muscles terribly tight after so long without use. You groaned at the discomfort. “Let me help.” You looked at Cassian, hesitant to allow him to touch you. He sighed and held his hands up. “I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. If you don’t want me to, just say no. I won’t be mad.” Your heart squeezed at his words, at the kindness you didn’t deserve.

“Okay,” you said, “you can help.” He instructed you to lay flat on your back and bend your knees. One of his hands wrapped gingerly around your ankle, while the other laid flat against your thigh. He slowly pushed your leg up to your stomach, the muscles flexing as he did. You couldn’t help the small moan at the feeling, the stretch releasing some of the tension in your body. Cassian’s hands tightened on you and you flushed, embarrassed by your reaction. “I, uh, sorry,” you mumbled out, forcing your eyes to the sky.

“It’s fine.” He set your leg back down and moved to the other. You bit your lip to keep from making the same noise of relief, certain you would combust if you embarrassed yourself any farther.

The rest of the morning passed without incident, Cassian leading your body through more stretches. He ended the session with some practice punches, getting the blood flowing in your body. You were properly sweaty by the time you were done, the cool morning long gone under the heat of the sun. “Hey, if you want to join us for lunch, you’re welcome too.” You were a bit stunned by his offer, but a smile ghosted your lips.

“Okay.”

***

Trainings with Cassian were helping you feel strong again. You began to look forward to the early mornings with him, the sessions quickly becoming your favorite time of day. While you were working your body, thoughts of that night disappeared. It was the nights that drove you to the brink of madness, the nightmares still incessant. Some nights you didn’t sleep at all, choosing to stay awake until the first rays of sunlight came out and you could go up to the training ring.

Unfortunately, Cassian was more observant than you would have liked him to be. He began to notice the ever-darkening circles under your eyes and the way you would stumble from exhaustion. His final straw was this morning, as you were doing weapons training. You swung your sword and fell right over at the force of it, narrowly missing falling on the blade itself. “Alright, that’s it.” Cassian hauled you to your feet and practically carried you out of the ring. He brought you down to the kitchen, making you sit as he got you a glass of water. “Talk.”

You looked up at him and sipped your water. “About what?” He shook his head.

“Don’t play with me. Why aren’t you sleeping?” He stared you down, arms crossed in front of him.

You shrugged. “Just can’t.”

“Is it because of what happened?” You stilled. “I know it bothers you, even if you pretend you’re over it.” His eyes bore into your own, drawing the answer from you.

“Yes.” You hated the shake in your voice at the simple word. You hated the pity in Cassian’s expression. He moved to sit down next to you, body facing yours.

“Can I help?”

You shook your head. Not even the sleeping draught was helping anymore. The nightmares seemed to override the magic, coming to torture you no matter what you did. The strain of it all was threatening to destroy you. Cassian carefully cradled your hands in his. “Let me stay with you tonight. I’ll sit by your bed, and if you need me i’ll be right there.” You thought over the offer and decided you may as well try. Perhaps having someone with you would make it easier.

“Okay.”

***

A hand was tight around your throat, a knife digging into your side. “I should’ve killed you that night, sweetheart.” The snarling voice is in your ear, panic overtaking your body. “I’ll just kill you now.” The knife rips across your abdomen and you try to scream, pain radiating throughout your body.

“Please! Please, i’ll give you anything you want, just let me go!” You were sobbing, voice strangled as he pressed his hand harder against you. The knife digs down your arm, rendering it useless.

“I don’t think so, little girl. This is part of the fun.” Your vision was darkening due to your blood loss and he dug the knife into your other arm. You lost the energy to scream, to fight. You crumpled down against the male, blinking into the brighter light outside the alleyway.

“Cass,” you mumbled before all went black.

You shot up with a scream, your fingers clawing at your neck. Strong hands wrapped around your wrists and ripped your arms down. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe. You’re safe.” You looked wildly at the male next to you, instinct telling you to run.

He rubbed his thumbs over your wrists soothingly, shushing your thoughts. “You’re safe, I promise. Breathe.” You took a shuddering breath, eyes focusing on his face. Cassian. Tears began pouring down your cheeks as you came out of the nightmare, realizing where you were. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, pressing soft kisses into your hair. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

You cried until you were dizzy, the exhaustion threatening to take over. You clung to Cassian and buried your face in his chest. “Please don’t go,” you whispered as you felt sleep threaten you again. He laid the two of you down, keeping his arms wrapped around you.

“I won’t. I’ll always be here.” You relaxed in his embrace, breathing deeply. Sleep came quickly, and for the first time in a long time you weren’t afraid of it.

You were safe.

***

Training the next day was the best session you had ever experienced. You felt refreshed after finally getting a restful sleep, ready to tackle whatever Cassian threw at you. You were full of determination, a stark contrast to the shell of yourself you were before.

You were nearing the end of your training session, knives in both hands, when you made a mistake. You stumbled and failed to block his attack. His knife ended up pressed flat against your stomach, in the same spot you had been attacked. You screamed and pushed him away, backing yourself up. “What is wrong with you?!” You yelled, hands shaking.

Cassian dropped the knives he was holding, hands raised in surrender. “You were supposed to block it. I told you, we were going to work on self defense.” You knew it made sense why he would do that, but your anger and fear overshadowed practicality.

“You’re a fucking psycho Cassian!” You threw the knives out of your hands like they were fire.

“I’m trying to help you. That is why we are up here, is it not? To train?” He stepped closer to you, anger of his own rising.

You shook your head. “Do you want to help me? Or do you just like the idea of the poor, weak damsel in distress? I don’t need you to protect me.”

He laughed and moved closer, towering over you. “That’s not what you said last night, when I basically had to rock you to sleep like a babe!” You glared at him, not shying away from his large form.

“You could have left at any time. I was handling it on my own before you came.”

“Handling it? You weren’t sleeping! You were allowing it to take over, turning to drink instead of help.” He moved even closer, your chests brushing with every breath.

“I hate you,” you spat out, even if the close proximity was making you doubt that.

“No you don’t.” His voice was softer, a hand coming to tilt your face up to him.

“I do.” You didn’t sound like you believed it. Especially not as he leaned down closer to you, lips centimeters from yours.

“Is that so?” He teased, eyes dark. Your breathing was heavy, overwhelmed by him.

“Just kiss me already.” The words were scarcely out of your mouth before his lips slotted over yours, his other arm wrapping tight around your waist. You sighed into the kiss, opening your mouth to his. Cassians teeth bit over your bottom lip, a pleased chuckle at the sound you made.

“I’ve been thinking about this ever since I helped you stretch that first day,” he whispered, pulling away to kiss down your neck. “When you made that moan, I knew I needed you.” He pulled the same sound from you now, biting the sensitive skin under your ear. His hand tightened on your waist, a low growl sending heat through you. “You will be the death of me.”

His lips came back to yours, kissing you hard. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tight, enjoying the feeling of him pressed up against you. “Cass,” you murmured, body going still. You looked up into his expression of shock that you were certain mirrored your own. “Cass?” A sudden fear rose through you, worry that he didn’t want a bond. Not with you. Was he going to reject it, was he going to reject you, where would you go, what would you do-

Your panicked thoughts were interrupted by him kissing you again. “My mate,” he said, kissing you again and again. You smiled into his kisses, holding tight to him. And you felt it.

As long as Cassian was yours, you would be safe.

***

First of all, thank you so much for your comment about Rejected <3. I love that one and i’m so happy you do too! Second of all, I am SO SORRY this took me so long to do!!! I hope it lived up to what you wanted ❤️ Thank you so much for being patient with me and for requesting this!

[greetingfromthedead]

25. Save and Protect

Series: Apple Blossoms Pairing: Knives x GN!Reader Word count: 3.6k This chapter has been beta-read by kn1vesm

Author's Note: This is it folks, another set of chapters have been let loose into this world! I am very happy to take you on this emotional roller coaster and hopefully I will see you again for the next chapters. For now I will shift my focus on other fics for a change, but you can stay up to date with all Apple Blossoms news on our lovely Discord groupchat.

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After a quick shopping tour in the small town, you are ready to depart again. The bedrolls and saddlebags with the medical supplies are nicely secured to the birds in front of the inn. All that's left is to get the rest of your gear, and you can finally leave. You return to Knives, who stayed behind in the room as you ran errands. You take the time to fit the last items of food into your backpack and make sure it is shut tightly for the road ahead. You can't wait to get away from people. It is nerve-wracking enough as it is, but Arin's words still hammer in your head.

Just as you straighten up and get ready to leave with Knives, a commotion breaks loose somewhere in the building. Doors are swung open with force before shouts and gunshots echo through the inn, making you back away. Your mind goes blank, unable to accept what just transpired. This can't be happening.

"Bandits! Watch out! Bandits are attacking!" You hear shouts from outside while the air gets stuck in your lungs.

Bells start to ring all over the town, ripping through the serenity just as the gunshots had. Muffled shouts sound from downstairs, presumably from the welcoming table. It is just one thing after another, while all you want is peace.

Knives's hand on your shoulder is what snaps you back into the moment. Longing for things to be different won't do you any good. But you have to make sure you get to your birds before the supplies get ransacked by the bandits. You have to escape as soon as possible. Going downstairs is not an option; they would never let you leave just like that.

"We have to go," you finally say, shaking off the last bit of frozen panic.

You pick up the bags from the ground and hand Knives his share. The window to the back alley is stuck at first, but you manage to pry it open. Looking down, you see the lip of the metal box that makes up the downstairs portion of the building. It protrudes a little, and you climb out onto it. Carefully you continue to lower your body until you can slide off the edge, landing not so gracefully in a pile of trash that softens your fall. Getting on your feet again, you step away, looking around in the long alley to see nobody moving around. Knives follows you down with slightly more grace, his strong arms able to lower him down. He lands softly next to you.

"How is your side? You okay?" you check with concern, almost reaching out for his bandages.

"I'm fine," he replies. "Let's go."

You hurry along the backs of the buildings that have been erected side by side. You need to make a loop to get to the front of the inn where your birds are. You weave past the trash heaps and tightly shut doors while bells and shouts echo off the walls. Your mind has gone blank with worry. You can hear Knives following close behind.

Some people run past you in a hurry, trying to get away from the bandits that have come to cause trouble, and occasionally you have to press against the metal walls to make room for them, but you reach the intersection and head for the main street. You peek out from your hiding spot to see that there are multiple menacing-looking cars on the street with heavily armed robbers harassing the people, demanding their money and belongings. You spot your birds, still tied up but agitated. They stomp their feet on the spot and push into each other, their heads whipping back and forth in distress.

Another look around reveals that a side street just like this one runs straight to the front of the inn. It is a better option than trying to push past the bandits. You try to spot all the people on the street, and when it seems like every robber is occupied, you grab hold of Knives's hand and drag him along as you quickly cross the path and run into a new little alley filled with crates and barrels. You still hold on to his warm fingers as you continue to jog towards where you hope to find a street going parallel with the main one you just crossed. You just need a little bit of luck.

More alleys shoot off from this one, and you hear people shouting and running while you're trying to make your way through them. You're about to reach a perpendicular street, and you peek into it, only to see a bandit with a machine gun hanging off his shoulder. You're lucky that he has his back towards you, and you quickly pull back. Your hand squeezes Knives's harder as you yank him back before he can pass you.

Knives doesn't expect such a sudden change of direction and nearly trips over his own legs. He catches himself by bracing his free hand on the metal wall, his whole body strongly leaning forward as he loses his balance. His hand is by your head, your wide eyes looking back at him with surprise. He is unable to look away. Despite the situation you're in, he doesn't see fear in your gaze, just determination. He feels you letting go of his hand, and part of him wants to snatch it back. He hates to admit it, but it felt nice, as if your fingers were molded to hold on to his. But it is so much more. The inside-out empty pit consumes him from within, filling his insides with fluttering butterflies. The feeling isn't at all gentle; it burns and eats up everything in its path. It feels a lot like violence—the desire to grab and dig his fingers into your flesh as he holds on with all his might. He wants to push you. He wants to pull you. He wants to bring his mouth to you; he wants to devour you. His lips, his teeth, his tongue—he wants your taste to fill every crevice of his mind. This barely feels different than hatred; it is an overwhelming physical pain that draws him closer into a clash, arms reached out for you.

Your face is so close, he could almost drown. If he leaned just a little bit closer, his nose would touch yours. If he lifted your chin, you would be parallel to him. He could feel your breath on his lips. He could… go closer. The situation around you barely matters as Knives's mind fixates on an unfamiliar desire. He feels the heat radiating from your skin, his vision is overtaken by the specks of color that make up your irises. He feels his heart racing in his chest, a rush so different from what he has felt before. More snippets of a melody piece together in his mind; music he has never heard before fills his head, only occasionally getting drowned out by the beat of his heart that echoes in his ears. He can't resist the urge to lean in closer, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in your presence. What does control matter if he can't get what he wants?

No matter the thoughts that cross Knives's mind, no matter the realizations he comes to, he has already leaned in, unable to stop himself. His other hand lifts to touch your face, to feel the warmth of you. He isn't quite sure what this is. What is he doing? How can he satisfy this carnal desire burning deep within him? Is that what the poems mean? Is this what the storybooks are about?

You stare up at Knives. It takes you by surprise to have him so close. You didn't mean to trip him up, and now you suddenly can't think about much of anything. How did you make him almost fall? Why did you pull away from the street? All you see is how he blocks out the sky, his face so close to yours. He has trapped you between himself and the wall, his arm blocking your way on one side. He takes up so much room in your vision and in your mind, wiping away the concern you felt and replacing it with something new. Burning insects dance along your stomach; they flutter upwards to your chest and throat, making your breath hitch. Your body screams at you to move. To reach for him, to cup his face, to pull closer. Feelings you've tried to deny are too obvious to turn a blind eye to. You want to meet his mouth with yours, but you remain still. He is always so cold and so distant. He hasn't shown any interest before. But the way he looks at you now makes you wonder if maybe there's a chance. Could it be? Or are you just imagining that he is leaning near? You inch closer, just a little bit, heart pounding in your chest, hoping for a sign that he feels the same. You lift your chin, gaze switching from his eyes to his lips, and you can almost taste the anticipation in the air.

The clatter of boxes and glass rips you back into the moment. The shooting just a street away wasn't enough to get your attention, but this happened close by. Both of you turn to look towards where the bags of trash were knocked over, and you see a young man backing away from you. He wears a military police uniform, decked out with a helmet and bulletproof vest. The rifle in his hand is pointed down, his shaking hands barely holding on to it. In his eyes, you see recognition, his trembling lips trying to form a word.

"M-m-m-millions…" You see him voicelessly mutter before taking off running.

Knives straightens up, pushing away from the wall, his eyes still looking at where the officer disappeared to. His whole body turns away from you. Knives knows he was spotted. He can't let himself be captured. His reasoning is unclear in his mind, but he cannot let that man go and announce his presence in the town. It will put you at risk. He takes a step away from you, ready to pursue the officer, when you grab hold of his sleeve.

"Don't! We have to get to the birds and get out of here! We can slip away while the military police chases after the bandits!" You say, holding on tightly.

He hesitates for a moment but pulls himself free from you, determined to stop this threat at its root. He slips off the backpack and lets it fall to the ground by your feet. He takes off quickly, not running but putting distance between himself and you with long strides.

"Come back!" you shout, louder than intended, but hopefully your voice is drowned out by the rest of the noise.

You're left dumbstruck, stuck with all the gear and the toma being just a street away. You can't follow him while hauling both your bag and his. You won't be quick enough in retrieving both the toma with all this stuff either. Your breaths leave your chest in frustrated huffs as you try to figure out what to do. Knives has disappeared. And you feel betrayed. Doesn't he trust you? You sneak a peek around the corner and see that the bandit from before is gone; instead, you have a clear view of your two toma, still tied up by the inn. They fight against their restraints as you see people run past your little alley. You have to get them away from the danger.

There is only so much you can do, and all your options are bad ones. You pull back into the shadow and take off your own bag, leaving it next to Knives's and hiding them under trash bags. You gather your thoughts for a moment, muscles tight, ready to get a move on, when a voice you did not ever wish to hear again carries your name to your ears.

"Fancy running into you here." Stephen continues, unfazed by your silence. His voice is level, almost friendly. Almost. It reminds you of your shared past with him, every time he presented himself as a model citizen while hiding his monstrous self underneath, saving it for when you were alone.

You watch him approach from the opposite direction your toma are in. He slips into the alley, his movements casual. You feel a sense of dread creeping up inside you. You aren't sure how he made it here. Was it Arin's warning? Did the young soldier reach him? Or maybe it was all a coincidence after all. It leaves a vile taste in your mouth, and you know better than to assume that a friendly chat is what he wants.

"It feels almost like fate. It keeps bringing us together. Crossing our paths," he continues, walking closer while you try to back away. "Don't you feel it? The cosmic pull?"

"Stephen…" you start off, trying to remind him of his current duties, but he won't let you speak.

"I do. I always have, my darling dear. I have always looked forward to the day you return to me. How many chances have you been given? Huh? Yet you keep avoiding me."

You hear his voice get more threatening, the sweet, arrogant friendliness disappearing as he steps into the shadows. You keep stumbling over trash that lies about, almost tripping on empty bottles and bags on the ground. He is faster than you in his approach, yet you don't dare to take your eyes off of him either. Before you know it, he catches up, forcing you to back into the wall.

"I am a good man. We fit together perfectly. But you mock me." Stephen's voice is now filled with venom, and a sinister smile lingers on his lips.

"Stop it. Please, stop it," you plead, but your voice gets drowned out by him talking over you.

"You barely deserve me, yet I still choose to love you. And what do you do to repay my generosity? You run off with some other man," he continues, unphased.

Fear has tied a knot around your throat. It digs up all your past trauma, all your hurt and anguish, as if you were back in his abusive embrace again. You know what he is capable of. You escaped him once, but you may not be so lucky again. He is a master at manipulating anyone he wants; his trap has always been out there to catch you. Stephen raises his gloved hand, touching the strand of hair that has come undone from the rest and falls towards your face. With a smirk, he tucks it back behind your ear, his touch gentle, barely there at all. It's like he's testing you, seeing how you'll react, but when no words cross your lips and your expression remains the same, his lips twist in anger and disgust. His whole body lunges forward, even though his chest already nearly touches yours. His hands reach for your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat.

"How you ridicule me after everything!" he shouts in your face with a spray of spit, eyes burning with fury. "Out of anyone whose bed you could have climbed into, you chose a criminal like Millions Knives? You choose a maniac like him over me?"

His rage twists his face more than you have ever seen before. Your hands take hold of his wrists, trying to pry his grip off of you. All you manage is a wheeze as you fight for your life. Not enough air manages to get past your crushed windpipe; you cannot scream for help, not that anyone would be coming. Your nails uselessly scrape against his tough uniform, and your legs don't manage to hit anything, especially not after he pins you even more firmly against the wall.

"What can he possibly offer to you? Huh? I gave you everything, and this is what I get?" In his fury, his fingers dig even deeper into your flesh. Tears start to stream down your face as you desperately try to push him away, but he is too strong. Your vision gets blurrier, not just from the tears, but even his face that's right by yours slowly becomes darker, while the fight slips from your body.

The pain burns with your anger and panic. You are powerless against him and his obsessive fury. In your mind you have accepted defeat, but your body keeps fighting, your fingers tangling into his hair to pull him closer, desperate to gain any advantage, to cause him enough pain to let go. As your consciousness starts to fade, it feels almost like his face gets replaced with Knives's. He is just as close, his eyes nailed to you, his lips close enough to be reached. You had wanted to tangle your fingers into Knives's hair, to close the gap, but this struggle for your life gives such things new meaning. Their faces almost meld into one. It is hard to tell who is the one choking you to death as darkness closes in on you.

Suddenly, the pressure around your neck is gone, a rush of air filling your lungs. You are pulled forward by the hands that grip you, but they let go just as you start falling. Your own hands go to soothe the pain in your throat as you cough, simultaneously trying to expel the old air and to take in the new. You wheeze and sputter, feeling dizzy and disoriented, one hand looking for support from a dumpster. Through your blurry vision, you still manage to see Knives as he yanks Stephen backwards into the wall opposite you. You only see his back as Stephen lunges forward with rage. It all happens so sluggishly, as if time has slowed down to a crawl. Yet you cannot call out for Knives to stop. You can only watch in horror as the violence unfolds before your eyes. Stephen doesn't get a single punch in. He doesn't manage to pull his weapons. Knives's fist connects with his face with inhuman force, causing blood to splatter everywhere. Stephen's whole body flies backward, knocking his head into the wall, and while he bounces back, Knives hits him again. As he is slammed back into the metal wall, you hear a sickening crack that you recognize as bone breaking.

You fall to your knees first, still gasping for air, while Stephen's body slumps down right in front of you. His face is smashed in, bloody, and almost unrecognizable. He lies there crumpled and motionless, a large splash of red painted on the wall where Knives smashed his head into it. You struggle to find footing as you propel yourself forward, stumbling to get to Stephen. With a shaking and hesitant hand, you press your fingers to his neck, looking for his pulse that is no longer there. Stephen is dead, and from the growing puddle under his head, you can tell that nothing you could do would bring him back.

Your eyes creep towards Knives; as your gaze climbs up his legs, you see the two bloody fists. His hands are dripping with red, and you're too afraid to look up. Something in you refuses to look at his face, scared to see the blood splatter, scared to see the expression on him. You had seen him as just a man. You didn't listen to the rumors or the news. You did not see the face from the wanted posters. You saw him as your patient, as your traveling companion. He has never hurt you or anyone else in your presence. His expression might have been cold, but he never proved himself malicious to you. You had turned a blind eye to the fact that he is the Millions Knives, the man who is blamed for the calamities that shook humanity.

"The birds," you say weakly, voice raspy and thin.

With shaking legs, you get up and turn away, stumbling back to the street corner where your bags are. You support yourself by keeping one hand on the wall to your side, your head still spinning both from shock and the lack of air. Without even much thought, you stagger into the next street to look towards the inn.

"Stop!" you cry out, but your voice carries no weight. The bandits that forcefully pull and push your two birds with all your supplies on a truck don't seem to even notice you. As quickly as you can, you run forward, hoping to get to your toma in time, but the bandits drive off, leaving nothing but a cloud of dust. You collapse to your knees, defeated and helpless. You feel tears in the back of your throat. Everything crumbles around you.

Familiar hands try to take hold of your elbow, presumably to help you up, but you snatch your arm away. This is not the time to give in. Not yet. So you get back on your feet and pass Knives without a second look. You keep your eyes on the ground and go to get your bag. You throw Knives's backpack weakly towards his feet and start to walk away.

"You can come or not. The choice is yours," you say coldly and make your way along the narrow street while struggling to put the baggage back on.

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omg pls do more angst with wooyoung maybe 🫣 ur yunho one was so good and i usually never read angst ….

everybody buckle up! this is so angsty -- you might get mad at me with how angsty this is. 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭.

warnings ✩ ANGST. LITERALLY JUST ANGST. you will cry and sob and wail and scream. toxic relationship, toxic!wooyoung, toxic!reader, the both of you are the toxic ones in the relationship, on & off relationship, intense argument (about literally nothing. it started because of miscommunication, but it's a stupid argument), cheating (BOTH PARTIES CHEATED.), wooyoung brings up a sensitive topic in the argument, addiction, getting replaced, reader falls out of love with wooyoung in the end and he has a really bad panic attack

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Wooyoung sat at the corner table of the bustling cafe, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the distant chatter of the afternoon crowd. His fingers danced over the keyboard of his laptop, crafting emails with a practiced ease that belied the turmoil in his chest. He had hoped that the comforting routine of work would distract him from the persistent ache of missing your, but it was a futile endeavor. With a sigh, he saved his document and pushed the laptop aside, reaching for the comfort of his phone instead.

The screen lit up, a stark contrast to the shadows playing across his face. His thumb hovered over your name, the digital embodiment of temptation. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. He had to see you. Your Instagram profile filled his screen, a curated collection of moments that no longer included him. He scrolled through your stories, each tap a silent confession of his lingering obsession. The images passed by in a blur until he saw it: your smile, brighter than the neon lights of the city, directed at someone else.

The guy was leaning against the wall, one arm casually draped around your shoulders. It was him. The same guy Wooyoung had caught you with, the one you had claimed was just a friend. The one he had lost you to. The betrayal stung as freshly as the day he found out. He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to shatter the screen. He knew he couldn't be mad. He had cheated first, in a moment of weakness that had cost him everything. But why were you with him? He had hoped that time would erase the memory of that painful chapter.

Wooyoung's eyes narrowed as he studied the background of the photo. Recognition dawned. It was the alleyway behind the art gallery where you had shared your first kiss. His heart skipped a beat, and a strange mix of anger and nostalgia flooded his veins. He knew that place like the back of his hand. And now, it was the backdrop for your new life. Without another thought, he shoved his laptop into his bag and stood up, the chair scraping against the floor. He had to go there, to confront the ghosts of his past and the woman who still haunted his every waking moment.

The cobblestone streets of the city were a blur as he walked, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The anger boiled in his chest with every step, a cauldron of emotion that threatened to spill over. The cool autumn air did nothing to ease the heat coursing through his veins. The alleyway grew closer, a dark spot in the vibrant tapestry of the city. His footsteps grew heavier as he approached as if the weight of his own regret was pulling him down.

When he finally reached the narrow strip between the buildings, he paused, his heart pounding in his ears. The walls were adorned with graffiti, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to the shadows that had claimed the space. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. The alley was empty, save for a couple of stray cats darting between the dumpsters. The silence was deafening, a stark reminder of the emptiness he felt without you.

He stepped into the alley, the sound of his shoes echoing off the walls. The smell of damp earth and discarded food filled his nose, a stark contrast to the sweet scent of your perfume that lingered in his memory. He walked slowly, his eyes searching for any sign that you had been there. His hands trembled with a mix of anger and longing. He knew it was irrational, but he needed to see it for himself, to understand why you had chosen this place to flaunt your new relationship.

The alley twisted and turned, leading him deeper into the past. The walls closed in, the pressure of his own emotions suffocating. He could almost feel your presence, the echo of your laughter, the warmth of your touch. He rounded a corner and there it was - the spot where you had shared that first kiss. A piece of gum stuck to the wall, the only evidence of your history together. The sight of it brought a fresh wave of pain crashing over him.

Wooyoung leaned against the wall, his eyes closed, and let the memories wash over him. He felt the phantom warmth of your body, the softness of your lips. The anger slowly dissipated, replaced by a profound sadness. He knew he couldn't change the past, couldn't take back his own mistakes. But he had to find a way to move forward, to let go of the love that still held him captive. He took one last look at the spot, the ghosts of your past whispering your goodbyes, and turned to leave. As he walked away, that face. That beautiful face was in front of him again.

"Wooyoung?" you questioned. "Why the hell are you here?" Your voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife. He spun around, his eyes meeting hers. You were standing there, alone, with no guy in sight. Your eyes searched his, a storm of confusion swirling within them.

Wooyoung's mouth went dry, his mind racing. He hadn't anticipated this. "I have free will. I can be wherever the hell I want." he spat. The words felt hollow, even to his own ears. He knew his true intentions were anything but innocent.

Your eyes searched his, looking for a glimmer of the man you used to know. "What do you want?" you asked, your voice softer now.

Wooyoung's gaze fell on the phone in your hand. "You posted a story here." It was a statement, not a question. "With him."

A look of understanding flashed across your face, quickly replaced by something else. Something that made his stomach twist. "And what? You want to fight for me now?" you scoffed, your voice laced with a bitterness he hadn't heard before.

"No, I-" He stumbled over his words. He didn't know what he wanted. He hadn't come here with a plan, just a need to see, to feel, to somehow make sense of it all. "You think I miss your whore ass?" he said, the words slipping out like venom. It was a poor attempt to mask his pain with anger.

Your eyes narrowed, and you took a step back, the phone slipping from your grasp. It clattered to the ground, the screen shattering. The sound echoed through the alleyway, a stark metaphor for your relationship. "You're the one who couldn't keep it in your pants," you snapped, your voice a mix of anger and hurt. "Don't you dare come here acting like you're the victim."

The words hit him like a sledgehammer, knocking the wind out of him. You were right. He had been the one to cheat first. He had broken your trust, shattered your bond. And yet, here he was, feeling betrayed. The irony was not lost on him. He took a step towards you, his hand reaching out to grab hers. You immediately stepped back, which made him angry.

"Well maybe if you had stopped being a bitch and actually treated me like your boyfriend, I wouldn't cheated." Wooyoung's voice was low, a dangerous rumble that seemed to resonate through the very bricks of the alley.

"And maybe if you had actually talked to me about what was going on instead of sticking it in every hole that walked by, I could've done that!" you shot back, your voice echoing off the walls, each word a dagger thrown with precision.

"Oh right, it's my fault! You acted like you didn't even fucking like me! You hated being in fucking public with me!" Wooyoung's voice was laced with a rage that had been simmering for months, now unleashed in a torrent of accusations.

"You're the one who couldn't keep your dick in your pants, Wooyoung!" you screamed, your voice bouncing off the alley's walls. "You never appreciated what we had!"

"Appreciate? You're the one who couldn't keep your legs closed for five fucking minutes!" he roared back, the echoes of your curses bouncing off the graffiti-covered walls.

"Right. Sure. I'm not doing this with you." you turn around, beginning to walk off. But Wooyoung wasn't letting it go, following you and yelling at you.

"You're just going to walk away again?"

"What do you want from me?!" you spun around, your eyes flashing with anger. "You destroyed us, and now you're mad because I've moved on?"

Wooyoung clenched his fists, his knuckles white. "I'm mad because you're with him! The guy you used to hide from me!"

"You had no right to hide shit from me either, Wooyoung!" you screamed, your voice bouncing off the alley walls. "You didn't even try to fix us, you just went out and fucked around like a dog with a new toy!"

"Fine, maybe I did," he roared, "but you didn't exactly make it easy! You were cold, you were distant, you never talked to me about anything!"

Your words hung in the air, the echo of your anger bouncing between the graffitied walls. The tension was palpable, a living thing that grew and morphed with every accusation. The cats had long since fled, leaving them alone in your war of words.

"You never listened!" you shot back, your voice cracking with emotion. "You didn't care about my feelings, about what I was going through!"

"How could I, when you never talked to me?!" he yelled, taking a step closer, his chest heaving with the effort to contain his rage.

"You know why I never talked to you about it! I can't open up to people about shit like that! You never understood!" you yelled back, your eyes welling with unshed tears.

"Well, maybe if you had tried, I could've been there for you! But no, you had to go behind my back and fuck him!" Wooyoung spat, the anger in his voice raw and unbridled.

The argument grew more heated, a dance of accusation and pain. Each word thrown was a dagger that found its mark, drawing blood that stained the alley with your shared history. You were locked in a battle of wills, neither willing to concede defeat.

"You're the one who didn't understand!" you screamed, your voice shaking. "You were never there when I needed you! You were too busy screwing around to care about me!"

"You pushed me away!" he shouted, his voice hoarse from the force of his emotion. "Every time I reached out, you pushed me away! What was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, maybe tried?! You never gave a shit about me!" you yelled, your voice trembling with rage and sadness. That was it. That was the breaking point. Your words were a slap in the face, a stark reminder of his failures as a partner. The anger swelled in his chest, a volcano about to erupt. He stayed silent, and it only egged you on to say something worse.

"You know what, Wooyoung?" you spat, your eyes ablaze. "I'm happy with him! He doesn't treat me like a fucking object!"

Your words hit him like a punch to the gut. He saw red. He took a step forward, his hand shooting out to grab your arm. "You're happy with him? After all the shit I went through for you?" His grip was tight, his nails digging into your skin.

"Wooyoung, let go!" you yelped, trying to pull away.

He leaned in, his breath hot and heavy on your face. "You think I don't know what you're doing? You're just trying to hurt me, because you're fucking pathetic." he spat, the words leaving a bitter taste in the air. "I wish I never fucking picked you up off that sidewalk. I wish I had left you to fucking rot on that goddamn concrete. Maybe then you'd know how much you need me."

Your eyes widened in shock, your body trembling with the sudden surge of fear and anger. "You son of a bitch," you hissed, trying to jerk away. But his grip only tightened, almost pinning you to the wall.

"You're just a fucking tease, leading me on and then giving it up to the first guy who actually shows you attention," he sneered, his voice a mix of disgust and desperation. "You're not worth the fucking ground you walk on."

He didn't know why he was saying these things, didn't recognize the monster his pain had turned him into. But the words kept coming, each one a bullet aimed at your heart. "You're nothing but a whore," he said, his voice cold and hard. "And he's just using you like I did. You're just a thing to be used."

Your eyes filled with tears, but you didn't dare let them fall. You stared at him with a mix of anger and hurt, your voice steady despite the tremble in your chin. "Let go of me," you said, your voice low and dangerous.

For a moment, he just held you there, his eyes searching hers for some sign of regret, some indication that you knew you had hurt him as much as he had hurt you. But all he saw was anger and defiance. He knew then that you had moved on, that you weren't his to save or to claim.

With a snarl, he released you, watching as you stumbled backward, rubbing your arm. He took a step back, the gravity of his words settling in his stomach like a rock. "Fuck," he murmured, the fight draining from him.

You stood there, in the alley that had once held the promise of love and now bore witness to your destruction. The air was thick with tension, the silence between them a stark contrast to the cacophony of your fight.

"I never asked you to save me," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I never wanted to be your fucking project."

Wooyoung felt his chest tighten, the truth of your words a knife twisting in his gut. He had thought he was doing the right thing, thought that by saving you from your ex he could somehow fill the void in his own life. But all he had done was push you further away.

"You don't get to talk to me like that," you continued, your voice growing stronger. "Not after everything we've been through. I deserve better than you."

He stared at you, his anger turning into regret. Why would he say that? He didn't mean it. He still loved you. "Look, I'm sorry," Wooyoung began, his voice softer, but you cut him off with a wave of your hand.

"Don't," you said, your voice shaky. "Don't you dare apologize. You don't get to do this to me. You don't get to hurt me and then pretend it's all okay."

Wooyoung took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the alley as if searching for a way to fix this mess he had created. "I know I messed up," he said finally. "I know I hurt you. But I can't just let you go. I need you to know that."

"Why?" you asked, your voice a mix of anger and sadness. "Why do you need me to know that when you couldn't even be honest with me when we were together?"

He took a step toward you, reaching out his hand again. "Because I'm an idiot," he said, his voice cracking. "Because I know I don't deserve you, but I can't imagine my life without you."

But you didn't take his hand. Instead, you took another step back. "You had your chance," you said, your voice firm. "You threw it away when you decided to cheat. I'm not going to let you do that to me again."

The finality in your tone was like a door slamming shut in his face. He felt the weight of his own mistakes pressing down on him, crushing any hope of redemption. "But I've changed," he whispered, his voice desperate.

"Maybe," you said, "but it's not enough. You need to figure out what you really want before you can have anything."

With that, you turned and walked away, your heels clicking on the cobblestone as you disappeared around the corner. Wooyoung watched you go, his hand still outstretched, his heart feeling like it was being torn from his chest. He knew he had pushed you too far this time. He had to accept it. He had to move on. But the thought of living without you was unbearable.

He slammed his fist into the wall, the pain a welcome distraction from the agony in his heart. The plaster crumbled under his hand, leaving a dent and a smear of blood. He stared at it, his breathing heavy. He just stood there, staring at his fist. He started to shake, his chest hurting, head hurting, what was happening? He couldn't breathe. He stumbled, trying to find something to hold onto. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees, gasping for air that wouldn't come. The world around him swam, and his vision blurred. He had never felt so lost, so utterly destroyed.

The alley was spinning around him, the colors of the graffiti becoming a jumbled mess of anger and sadness. His heart raced, pounding in his chest like a drum, a rhythm that matched the sob that was trying to claw its way out of his throat. He leaned against the wall, his body heaving with the effort to take in air. It was like someone had your hands around his neck, squeezing tighter and tighter with every second that passed. His lungs burned, begging for oxygen that was being denied.

He felt like he was going to be sick. His stomach lurched, and bile rose in his throat. He doubled over, retching, but nothing came out except for the pain and the regret. He could hear his own ragged breathing, the harsh, wet sounds of his sobs echoing off the walls. The cold concrete ground was the only thing keeping him grounded as the panic consumed him. His phone slipped from his pocket, clattering against the ground, forgotten in the chaos of his breakdown.

The tears fell in a torrent, stinging his cheeks and mixing with the snot that dripped from his nose. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care about his pride, about the fight you'd just had, about the people who might see him like this. All he cared about was you, and how much he had lost you. The sobs grew louder, his body shaking violently. It was as if his very soul was being torn apart, piece by piece.

The alley was cold and unforgiving, the concrete beneath him a stark reminder of the hard reality he faced. His knees were scraped from the fall, his hands raw from punching the wall. But the pain was a comfort, a reminder that he was still alive, still feeling. He leaned his head back against the gritty bricks, his eyes squeezed shut as he let out a keening wail that seemed to come from somewhere deep within him.

He had never felt so empty, so utterly devoid of motivation. The words you had thrown at him echoed in his head, a chorus of accusations and anger. But it was the pain in your voice that had done the most damage. The pain that he had caused. The pain that he couldn't take back. He had thought that seeing you with someone else would bring him closure and would make him realize that he didn't need you. But all it had done was show him that he needed you more than he ever had.

And it only got worse. His stomach began to rumble as if he were about to throw up.

[billskeis]

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ﾟ。 billskeis' tokio hotel masterlist

the awaited masterlist ! everything feels much more organized so im very happy with how this turned out ^.^

bill kaulitz ᵎᵎ

sharing a bed w bill first time w bill sleepy sex w bill club encounters w bill under the mistletoe w bill bill and his tank tops alley sex w bill bill's faux fur coat after dinner acts w bill bill's instagram story arguments w bill bill's love for fluffy hair police officer bill p2 bill's gf meets the band bill's hands bus shenanigans w bill missing bill kaulitz under the shirt action w bill finding out bill likes you too loser virgin bill and his experienced gf bill’s a stalking pervert high sexing bill boyfie bill who nurtures his gf bill loves thigh jobs bill’s stupid priorities bill’s dinner gone wrong macky’s feast endeavours bill fucks good in the dressing room bill lasts long cockwarming bill

tom kaulitz ᵎᵎ

shopping w tom tom w georg's sister tom who is clingy and jealous vampire bf tom p2 jean to jean action w tom tom is jelly and silly clingy tom while sick subby tom eating you out learning german w tom tom teasing his gf tom helping his gf w math punishments w tom tom w his new hair do tom receiving the best head ever sharing a bed w tom tom and his waitress facesitting w tom tom meeting your family sneaky movie theatre acts w tom bf tom who takes care of your panic attacks tom, homework, and a pretty girl tom, a dummy in denial tom’s post nap boner a broken leg,& nurse tom tom’s personal bookworm beach boy tom talking tom

georg listing ᵎᵎ

georg w motorcycler s/o

gustav schäfer ᵎᵎ

gustav pleasing his bf

kaulitz twins ᵎᵎ

kaulitz twins w iron deficient gf beach days w the kaulitz twins the kaulitz twin’s after-party “party”

headcannons ᵎᵎ

bill w teen daughter p2 tokio hotel w s/o who has sensory issues tokio hotel w shy s/o bill w grunge/nu metal gf tom w coquette gf

[heartilywrites]

❝ In every universe ; H. Callahan

next >

cw: mention of death, angst, spider-verse references, swear words, just spider!hazel being a dork too!

word count: 2.5k

a/n: heiya!! this is my first post ever, I just had an idea of spider!hazel and wanted to share it with y'all!!! hope u like it ♡ I'm sorry if there's any mistake, english is not my first language!

“𝓞kay! let's do this one more time. My name is Hazel Callahan, I was bitten by a radioactive spider and for a year and a half I've been the one and only Spider–Woman. I'm sure you know the rest. ”

⠀Hazel was running.

Hazel was running late to the fight club, third time this week.

Can you blame her. . .? Maybe. Let's see, she finished her last class on time, hell, she was 5 minutes early out of school; so she thought, —why not going out to kill time while the fight club meeting started?— but oh, Hazel. . . she should stayed inside.

Three minutes after stepping foot outside a scream was heard followed by a explotion and a very familiar laugh, the brunette made a tiny tantrum before running to a nearby alley and change to her suit.

So now it made sense why she was with her mask between her teeth while she's shoving her suit in that old brown backpack her mother gifted her when she was around fourteen.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What the fuck, Hazel?” PJ spoke when the girl came through the doors, everyone's eyes on her now. “We promised to be punctual, who do you think you are to be this late? Spider–Woman?”

Hazel laughed a bit too loud due to her nervousness, the action made the other brunette frown a bit before letting her in. She started speaking again.

To her fortune, no one asked why she was all bruised up and had some fresh cuts in her face, for what they knew, Hazel was still going to taekwondo. Or at least, that's what she told everyone, also, she was a purple belt! According to her, again, but she has been a purple belt since dropping taekwondo.

Callahan made her way to the group, noticing one more new face and ... wait, was tha–?

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Punishment for coming late, newbie and Hazel. Let's go!” PJ talked again, making the latter jumped on her place looking back at the girl who just smiled with malice.

Once both girls were set up one infront of the other one Hazel called your name with confusion and you just looked like you were about to cry. “You know each other?” asked Josie just as confused.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, we. . . we were best friends since kids, but she had to move out when we were fifteen. When did you–” Hazel was cut off by your fist hitting her nose.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh! Newbie can fight!” PJ laughed at the scene just witnessed. “Defend yourself, Hazel!”

The brunette looked shocked at what just happened, but was fast to attack back.

Now, Hazel was known to be a great fighter; the spider bite made her be more cautious about other people's way to attack, but she just couldn't figure you out. Her. . . uhh, she calls it intuition, so; her intuition has been all over the place making her being attentive of everything since she saw you. It's like she has the answer on the tip of her tongue, but couldn't say it.

On the whole gym the sound of Callahan's body hitting the ground made an echo. Your knee was on her torso and both hands holding hers, she looked as shocked as she was at the beginning.

Everyone clapped; shocked, confused, surprised and really excited (PJ, obviously).

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Alright, that's enough of seeing Haze getting her ass kicked.” Josie stood up laughing a bit nervous. “We should continue with the next couple.”

You didn't make a sound, just took Hazel's hand to help her stand up and make your way back to your sit and watched the next pair, the latter just sat on her own side with that a frown.

When the practice ended, everyone sprinted out of the gym leaving you and Hazel alone for the first time. Once you notice that, panic began to rise in your system.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey. . .” that sweet voice you didn't thought you'll hear again rang in your ears. “It's nice to see you. . . I missed you.”

Your breath stopped in your lungs and both hands moving to collect things stop as well. “It's nice to see you too. . .” your own voice came out with a little shake. “I– you look great. . . And happy.”

A really weak smile started to make its way into your face when you turned around and for the first time in the lapse of two hours you were there your eyes met hers with calm. She was smiling big at you and didn't give you time to think before her arms were around your body with a tiny laugh.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, god! I have so much to tell you!” she exclaimed with the excitement a child would have, after some time, the hug broke. “When did you arrive? Why didn't you call me? We need to go back to that one café! You know, that girl keeps asking fo—” Hazel's words were cut off when both of your arms were around her hugging her body, almost crushing her ribs. “Shit, you got stronger ... Are you okay?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, no, I'm sorry.” a sniff sounded from your side “I just needed one from you.” now your head nodded.

Hazel was about to talk when both of you felt your "tingles" —oh, some Hazel is going to be pissed when she finds out that other people call it that.— started to alert.

Your best friend not knowing how to make an excuse was so close to run away without a word before you took her hand.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Don't ask, I know you're spider–woman, we need to leave now.” you said almost pleading, taking advantage at the fact that it was only the both of you, you undressed quickly staying in your spider suit as well. Hazel looked like she was about to pass out.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “YOU–” she cut off herself after realizing she was yelling. “You're spider–woman too!?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I don’t have time to explain right now, Haze! Please, just follow me, I– we need your help.” An answer came from your way while looking for your mask and put it on.

As if she could feel your exasperation, Hazel was quick to run under the benchs to get herself ready, while you watched if anyone came in. Once she was full-on suit, without talking you guided the way.

There was a job you needed to do before leaving. It was supposed to be an in–and–out job, no distraction, no waste of time, just the reason why you were sent to that dimension and then: continue to another assignment.

But your destination point was so near to the same school you went on your dimension and thought maybe of visiting, knowing your heart was aching for something else.

As soon as the both of you arrived to the scene you turned to Hazel. “Alright, listen, this is the plan.” your voice sounded a little muffled because of the mask, but was clear enough for her to hear.

There was a villain who didn't belong to that earth and you were assigned to take him back to the quarters so they could send him back to his dimension.

Once your best friend understood the plan it was time to execute it.

You were not going to lie, Hazel and you made a pretty good team together. Swinging in harmony, having the best unspoken communication about who made which punches first or who was doing the distraction and who was the attacker.

She improvised a bit, making it easier for the both of you to capture and kick the bad guy through a portal you open with your tools.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That was awesome!? Where did you learn to fight like that!?” An excited Hazel talked while taking her mask off, a big smile in her face and messy bangs were covering her eyes, you smiled a bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It came with the bite, didn't it?” You answer while brushing a bit your hair, a couple of steps were taken and now you brushed Hazel's bangs so you could see her eyes. “Uhm, the organization taught me.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What organization? The one you sent that stupid thing to?” She asked making air signals with her hands about the portal which was closed by then, now you laughed shortly and nodded.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Here, let's sit and I'll talk to you about it.” you said while climbing to the nearest roof and sitting yourself with your legs crossed, Hazel was quick to swing herself up and sit by your side.

You talked about everything; about how you were from another dimension, how you worked with spider–people from everywhere —fact that made Hazel very happy, feeling that she wasn't the only one anymore.—, your assignment, why you were the one to get that assignment and about the next one.

Hazel listened with glowing eyes like a kid when they see something they want, between her hands she took one of yours and was playing with it, both of them were in your suits. Your suit and Hazel's were almost the same, that made your heart feel warm somehow; while yours was red and black with some golden straps on your upper arms, Hazel's was red and blue with the same upper arms detail, but it was black.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “So. . . Can I join?” she asked after some minutes of comfortable silence where you both were looking to the hands holding.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That's not up to me, sunny.” you called her nickname making Hazel remember your childhood together. “I was not supposed to look for you, actually, I was order to do it alone.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Then. . . why did you?” instead of sounding mad or annoyed, she sounded curious.

You took a couple of minutes before answering.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I needed to see you. . . At least in another dimension.” your sight turned blurry because of the tears. “I lost you in mine.”

The other girl's face was full surprise, she didn't speak nor asked for clarification, instead she move as close as the anatomy would allow the both of you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “In my dimension I didn't move away, I convinced my parents to stay here.” you began to say, wiping away tears streaming down your face. “We were happy, then I got bit by the spider instead of you and became spider–woman.” a bitter laugh came out from your throat.

~ “I was scared to death about the new powers, but you assured me that it was a good thing, that you were going to be by my side all the time.” a deep breath was heard and now Hazel hugged you from your shoulders, you almost melted. “We started to date. . .”

It was there where Hazel felt her heart skipped a beat when having a reminder of those feelings that didn't vanished with your moving, a blush starting to burn in her cheeks and ears.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We had plans, a lot of plans for the future, together.” That part sounded more like you were talking by yourself instead of saying it to her. “And I got this piece of shit terrorizing the city at the time and I said, I should go, take him down and come back home for our anniversary date.”

The girl with short hair knew where that was going by the way your voice filled with hate and you started to shake.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You said you wanted to help, he was fucking some machines that needed to be turned off before taking the whole city out and I thought that maybe if I took you there you will be safe, you will turn the machines off and I'll meet you outside the building so we could go to the dinner.” An almost incontrollable tremble in your voice made an appearance.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Darling. . .” Hazel's voice called out, you shook your head.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I could have saved you if I. . . if he didn't saw you trying to turn off the machines.” You ignore the call, taking another deep breath. “After you died I killed him.” You shrugged, Hazel made a pout. “I'm sorry, I just–”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Don't apologize, moony.” she was quick to cut you off. When she said your nickname, a face full of tears was what she saw in you. “It's not your fault, please, know that.”

She gave you a tiny squeeze while you looked for shelter between her arms with your face in her neck.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You know, I did liked you when you were still here. . . Well not you you, your other you. . . My you?” Hazel frowned confused at her own comment, you laughed. “I always thought what could happened if you never left. . . I think I have the answer now.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, god, don't talk about it. I always thought what could happened if I did move away.” you stood up again now to look to the girl, who was blushing a bit still. “Thank you, Hazel. . .”

And another comfortable silence was upon you two. One of Hazel's hand made its way to you cheek, wiping rest of tears. There it was, that war between eyes that you missed from Hazel, but definitely what she did next took you by surprise.

Her lips met yours in a kiss, the sweetest kiss you felt since your girlfriend left your side. The feeling of letting yourself go and fuse with the girl against you was strong, that feeling of holding her and never letting go again, the impulse of forgetting that you needed to go back to report so you could continue with the work.

Both mouths moving in synchronization, as if they were made for each other since the beginning. Your arms hugging her neck to get her as close as possible.

And then your communicator interrupted the interaction, with a groan you separated yourself from her and look at the bracelet on you wrist.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Fuck!” you exclaimed while realizing they were looking for you. As if someone took you by the ear, you stood up in your feet and look at Hazel with sorrow. “I have to leave. . .”

As those words left your mouth, she stood up by your side and took your hands. “Am I. . . Are you going to come back?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I don’t know, Haze. . .” you said in a sigh, while hearing the characteristics sound of portals from the organization you stole a kiss from her. A really needy one, a goodbye one. “Hope you're happy, baby, you deserve it.” a whisper came out of you as soon as you started to back away from her without looking away from her eyes. “I love you, Hazel, in every universe.”

Behind you a portal open, you knew it was your mentor looking for you. You gave her a last sight before waving and jump into said portal and as soon as she lost you from sight, the portal closed.

Hazel stood there completely shocked at everything that happen, a feeling of emptiness filled her soul. Looking down her hands she spotted a bracelet, the one you were wearing, her eyes opened with surprise.

Should. . . Should she try?

next part !!

[fatkish]

Hi!!I absolutely love your child reader fics I was wondering if you could do one with aizawa but the reader is autistic and a student at UA??You don’t have to included this but but I had a quirk in mind basically Spider-Man’s powers to put it short :)

(So I combined a request for a Kirishima x older sibling figure reader with this one so I hope you don’t mind. Both were going to be pretty short on their own so I combined them to make them longer)

Aizawa and Kirishima x Autistic Student Reader:

The Spider-Vigilante

The reader is a 2nd year at UA and this takes place a year before the current events

Reader was expelled from the hero course by Aizawa during their 1st year due to him fearing that they would never make it

The reader has the same abilities as Spider-Man and it sometimes leads to panic attacks from overstimulation which is why Aizawa doubted their abilities

Reader has been a vigilante for some time

They mostly do their thing at night since they’re not in the hero course (anymore)

The reader is friendly and doesn’t understand boundaries so they sometimes get too personal with others and over share information

Their friendly with nighttime heroes and have made hero friends like Fatgum

That’s one end of them

On the other end, they may want to have as little social interaction as possible so they just get the job done and run away

Webbing up the criminals and leaving them for heroes and cops to find

One night the reader ends up having a panic attack in an alley due to overstimulation and Kirishima finds them. As well as a villain

The villain tries to attack Kirishima so the reader uses their webs to tie them up and being amazed at the reader’s skills, kirishima begs the reader to teach him

The reader’s parents are dead and they live in a small studio apartment by themselves

They have a part time job delivering food

Kirishima basically begs his parents to let the reader stay the night and they eventually end up adopting the reader after learning about their situation basically, since the reader is almost always there. They even have a small room made up for them for them to sleep

The reader helps Ejiro study and trains him in martial arts and combat

The reader trains in shorts and a tank top since it allows for the hairs on their body to sense things easier

The reader is really smart academically but street smarts and social skills aren’t their strong suit

One night they run into Aizawa as he catches them and they accidentally let slip

“Mr. Aizawa! Uh.. I mean, Eraserhead!….crap!”

This spelled their doom

Aizawa realized that only a student would call him and recognize him as that so he used his scarf to capture the reader and pulled their mask off

After having a thorough talk with the reader who was in general studies since he had expelled them from the hero course, he decided to put them back in the hero course

He realized that his actions wouldn’t stop the reader and that if he can’t stop them then at least he can help prepare them for their future

That night Kirishima frets and worries about the reader all night until they finally crawl in through the window

Kirishima has so much respect for the reader and sees them as his sibling and treats them as such

He even calls them big bro, sis, or just their name

Aizawa helps the reader and trains them as well as tutors them

[the-most-humble-blog]

“Ahhh! There’s a Ball in the Back of Your Cat Alley, Sweetie..."

But Like, Can I See More?

This ain’t science class. This is a confessional booth with an echo. A guided anatomical panic attack with a dirty smile.

Let’s get this out of the way now:

Yes, sweetie. There is a ball in the back of your cat alley. And no, we are not okay.

🩸The First Time It Happens

You’re minding your business. Stroking like a gentleman. Being respectful. Not trying to make her cry. Not trying to reach Enlightenment through her inner vestibule.

Then… Thump.

You hit something. Not soft. Not wet. Not warm. Spherical. Present. Defiant.

And your soul goes:

“Ahhh! There’s a ball in the back of your cat alley, sweetie…”

A real one. Not metaphorical. Not imagined. It feels like a miniature knuckle of God just fist-bumped your tip.

“But Like… Can I See More?”

This is where logic leaves the chat. Your brain is still catching up. Your hands are shaking. You’re trying to act normal while she’s blinking at the ceiling like she saw Heaven open and say “You up?”

But now you're in danger.

You don’t want to stop. You don’t want to pull out. You want to go further—even though further doesn’t exist.

You want to see it.

Not metaphorically. Not emotionally. Physically.

You’re thinking things like:

“Is it watching me back?”

“Is this… where the soul lives?”

“Can I name it?”

“Am I supposed to be here?”

“Do I owe it money?”

🧠 The Female Mind… At That Exact Moment

On the outside: Breathing heavy. Hair matted. Saying “Oh my God” like she’s praying with a vibrator.

But on the inside?

A shame spiral wrapped in flashbacks.

“Wait… what is that??” “Has anyone else felt that?” “Should I cry? I think I might cry.” “I think I love him. I think I hate him. I think I’ll ghost him and post a thirst trap.” “Wait, do I call my therapist or my best friend first?” “That’s where my trauma lives.” “That’s where my poetry comes from.” “That’s where my shadow self eats pickles.”

What Is It Actually?

It’s the cervix. The doorknob of the womb. The crown jewel of the inner sanctum. The puckered bouncer standing between “I’m just having fun” and “He imprinted on my eggs.”

And You Hit It.

But here’s the thing: You didn’t just hit it— You reverberated through her entire backstory.

You didn’t just press a body part— You activated a deep file her ego thought was sealed.

It’s not just sensation. It’s symbolism.

And now she’s pacing in her room afterward whispering things like:

“No one’s ever done that before…”

“I think something inside me woke up.”

“I don’t even like him, but I need him to ruin me again.”

“He’s dangerous. I should stay away… or send a reel about shadow work and see if he gets it.”

⚠️ And YOU Are Not Safe Now Either

Congratulations. You have touched The Orb. You’ve become a spiritual threat.

You may now receive the following:

Unsolicited crying voice memos

“I miss you” texts that sound like poems

Screenshots of her tarot spread

Her “feminine rage” playlist

Her mom following you on Instagram

Her trying to manifest you with moon water

A DM saying “I dreamed about your hands… is that weird?”

Why It Works (Biologically Speaking)

Because no man’s supposed to reach it. It’s a fortress. A gate. A trapdoor. Evolution didn’t expect you to make it to the final chamber.

And when you do? Her body panics. Her psyche leaks. Her soul goes “I guess I trust you now… OR I’ll destroy you later. Flip a coin.”

TL;DR

You went exploring. You found The Orb. You whispered:

“Ahhh! There’s a ball in the back of your cat alley, sweetie…” But like… “Can I see more?”

You weren’t supposed to. You weren’t authorized. You weren’t ready.

And now you’ll never forget. And neither will she.

💥 SO...CALL TO ACTION

🔁 Reblog this if you’ve ever touched The Orb and felt her spirit leave her body 🩸 Share if your cervix remembers a name it’s pretending to forget 📩 DM if this post made your thighs twitch 🧠 Comment if you’ve ever felt “seen” in a way that made you question your zodiac sign

⚖️ LEGAL DISCLAIMER: This post is satire, biological commentary, erotic philosophy, trauma comedy, and psychological manipulation wrapped in pixel ink. Protected under U.S. law and cosmic law. If you are offended, it’s because it was true. This does not promote violence. This promotes cervix awareness. Side effects may include arousal, nostalgia, shame, longing, regret, and bookmarks.

[the-sky-queen]

Hey! I really admired your idea for the Phantom Rider! I was wondering if you were able to explain a little more about how you've done your AU on it, if you're able to

Aw, thanks! I'm glad you like it! it's a really cool idea and if IDW doesn't go that route, then I definitely will! I haven't gotten very far yet in terms of ideas for this AU, but I've got a few and I'd be more than happy to share them!

My main idea is for how the mind control devices get activated in the first place. Following Surge's confrontation with Phantom Rider, Sonic flies off somewhere to be alone and calm down. You see after Issue 56 where Surge electrocuted him, Sonic gained a pretty big fear of lightning. So right now, he's basically having a mini panic attack since Surge had her electricity powers all up in his face. Sonic ends up in some back alley not too far away from the race. He tries to take deep breaths and calm down, but it doesn't really work and his panic only continues to increase. His heart pounds in his chest. He's hyperventilating.

Then all of the sudden, Eggman is there. (He put trackers in Sonic's suit and came to find him when it detected Sonic's panic attack. Yeah, the suit's got it's own biometric readers as well. Eggman's no amateur.) "Foolish Hedgehog. At least take off your helmet before you hyperventilate." Eggman reaches out and retracts the helmet for Sonic. At the same time, unbeknownst to Sonic, Eggman activates the mind control devices. Though they're not 100% active yet.

Eggman offers Sonic a water bottle and he takes it. Over the next few minutes, he manages to calm himself down. "Heh. Didn't think you cared, Eggy."

"I don't. I just didn't want you overloading my suit with all the distress it was picking up."

Sonic shrugs. The two of them converse for a few more minutes, going over what just happened at the race and what their plan is going forward. With one last snarky remark, Sonic puts his helmet back on and flies off. He plans to lay low until he hears from Amy and Tails and then meet back up with them.

I'm thinking that over the next few days leading up to the next race, Eggman starts to slowly exert more of his will over Sonic's mind. It starts with little urges to do things - things not too out of the ordinary. Sonic 'gets the idea' to grab a quick chilidog when he wasn't planning to. Before long he finds himself reluctant to take off the Phantom Rider suit - he doesn't want to run the risk of someone seeing him and blowing his cover . . . better safe than sorry. Then he stops meeting up with Amy and Tails, only talking with them when they contact him first. And when they do talk, he's only interested in talking about their mission. That's normal, right? They need to get this taken care of as quickly as possible. Then they can go back to their lives.

It all culminates at the next race. Phantom Rider makes his next appearance, but something's off this time. Jet immediately goes for him, but instead of taunting him like last time, this time Phantom Rider is dead silent. Nothing Jet or Suge do gets a reaction out of him. He stays completely focused on racing. Then when security shows up, Phantom Rider out maneuvers them without breaking a sweat. Once he's done disrupting the race, he leaves, again without a word.

Sonic gets a hold of himself right as Eggman finds him again. He seems shaken and the doctor asks smugly what's wrong. Sonic says he's been feeling . . . off lately, then angrily asks what Eggman's done to him.

But it's too late.

Eggman finally turns the mind control device up to full power. Sonic feels it immediately. He tries to fight back. He tries to resist. He tries to call his friends for help. But he can't. Sonic struggles, slowly get weaker and weaker as Eggman watches, a wicked smile on his face. Until finally, Sonic becomes still. His face becomes blank.

Eggman is in control.

[freedelusionshere]

Syd keeps her emotional distance, but maybe it’s not because she’s afraid of getting hurt, exactly. It’s that she knows what her mother’s death did to her and her father who she had to watch go through that at such a young age.

Her response to Pete about health insurance and joking she only has to survive for three months is typical Syd humor but also could be an actual underlying fear? Her telling her dad she’s older than her mother was when they celebrate her mom’s birthday (like it’s a milestone)? Her gallows humor about death when talking about losing her own mother to Marcus. The way she cuts off Carmy when he finds out her mom is dead and realizes he didn’t know (which she had been intentionally avoiding talking about).

Syd’s survivor’s guilt. If she goes it alone and doesn’t open up she can’t get hurt but she also won’t be able to be the cause of hurt to someone else? This is someone who cares so much about taking care of other people, but she also doesn’t do that for herself and has fears and hasn’t really shared them all the way.

“What if I fuck up and fail”? Who doesn’t fuck up and fail, though? Everyone does. She doesn’t share more in that moment beyond her fears about the restaurant, but there obviously has to be more, I think the subtext is there is way more there she’s not saying (Carmy immediately moving on from talking about Claire and telling her to “say more”).

After Carmy locks himself in the walk-in in S2 her dad hugs her and says he’s so proud and walks away and she’s left in the alley feeling triumphant but alone again. I think she’s wishing her mom was there to see it. And also that person who she probably wanted to share this moment with the most just had a mental breakdown in their walk-in. (Which, it’s never stated but there were a lot of people walking around back there on Friends & Family so I wouldn’t even be surprised to later find out Syd overheard some of the things he said.)

Her panic attack in Forever and not wanting to leave everyone behind, not confronting Carmy (which she had done previously) because If she goes to work for Shapiro right now, she knows now that The Bear will “die”. Contrast that with her talking to Carmy under the table and reassuring him (herself really) that he doesn’t need her to do this which is the furthest thing from the truth and reality of how that restaurant is run. Is this a huge emotional burden for her? I would guess so.

If she can still make it and start over, but no one gets hurt? The way she had a solo business and then bounced around to restaurants. When she leaves everyone else behind (her mom stuff again) it’s not messy. Only now it’s too late because she has let them in and loves them all. She seems to resent Carmy, and yet he is still on her mind.

It’s why everything is kind of about work and not living her life, measured against how successful she is at that (the star). Much like Carmy in a way, who has avoided relationships and focused on work instead of working on himself. Syd needs healing, too, and to have someone who helps her face her fears and not run from them.

Richie and Carmy have now both sort of been through their own “dark night of the soul”. My bet is she will open up to Richie first because he’s an only child like she is. Marcus is still going through his stuff (that’s what Luca is there for narratively, to help him heal since Marcus helped him) and Syd’s probably not ready yet to talk to Carmy about how she feels about him or to categorize their relationship until he gives her a real apology.

[doumadono]

Hi! My name is Katey. I'm not sure if emergency requests are open so feel free to ignore if not no worries!

I ran into my abuser today and pretty much had a public anxiety attack

How would Douma react to someone who he cares about experiencing the same situation. Like let's say he did love and care about someone a lot, they are taking a stroll at night in the entertainment district and she freezes in fear from seeing her abuser.

A/N: Hello, Katey! I genuinely hope you're feeling better now. After such an unpleasant situation, remember to take a moment for yourself and clear your head. Whether it's focusing on work, home duties, or indulging in your hobbies, staying busy might help you find some comfort. I'm honored that you chose me for your emergency request. This is my first time with this format, and I really hope these headcanons will bring a smile to your face

MASTERLIST

As you walk together in the entertainment district at night, Douma's arm is gently wrapped around your shoulders, providing a sense of warmth and security. He's been looking forward to spending this time with you, and the relaxed atmosphere makes him believe that tonight would be perfect.

Suddenly, he notices your demeanor change as you spot someone, namely your abuser in a crowd, and he immediately stops, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?" he asks, his voice soft and filled with genuine worry.

"He… He's here… I told you about him…" you mumble, your voice nothing but a whisper.

When he sees your fearful expression, Douma's protective instincts kick in, and he pulls you closer, almost instinctively. "You're safe with me. Take your time," he whispers reassuringly, giving you the space to process your emotions.

If you're comfortable, Douma would gently guide you to a nearby bench, sitting beside you and keeping a reassuring hand on your back. "I'm here for you. You don't have to face this alone."

He listens attentively as you share your feelings, validating your emotions and offering words of comfort. "I can't imagine how difficult this is for you, but I believe in your strength. You've already shown incredible courage."

As you begin to regain composure, Douma encourages you to breathe deeply, focusing on your breath. "Inhale slowly… exhale gently," he instructs, guiding you through calming techniques he's learned over time.

With a gentle smile, he reminds you, "You're not defined by your past. You are strong, and you've grown beyond those experiences."

Feeling a bit more at ease, you lean into his support, appreciating the love and care he's shown you. Douma's presence is like a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil of emotions.

Just as you're about to leave, you see your abuser approaching, and panic starts to resurface. Douma, sensing the danger, stands between you and your abuser, a dark intensity in his eyes. "Stay back," he warns, his voice low and menacing.

he abuser hesitates, visibly intimidated by Douma's display of power, and eventually decides to leave. Douma's eyes never leave the abuser until they are well out of sight.

Douma guides you back to his shrine and offers you a cup of soothing tea.

While you're resting, little do you know that Douma's expression changes subtly as he stands up, excusing himself. The darkness in his eyes is evident, reflecting his determination to take matters into his own hands.

Unbeknownst to you, Douma slips back into the Entertainment District, moving stealthily like a shadow. His steps are soundless, and his figure blends seamlessly with the night.

Finding the abuser, Douma pulls the man into one of the narrow alleys and confronts him in the shadows, his voice a low, chilling whisper. "You will never lay a finger on her again. You know, everyone's afraid of dying. And that's why I eat you all, pathetic people up. My, my! What a night!"

In the dark of the night, Douma's actions are swift and merciless, ensuring that the abuser poses no threat ever again.

[propertyofkylar]

rescue - whitney x gn!pc

"Fuuuck."

Being attacked was nothing new in this town, obviously, but that didn't mean it didn't suck every time. You sucked in a raggedy breath as you leaned your head against the wall, trying to remember if you were supposed to tilt your head up or down when you had a nosebleed.

You'd manage to kick your attackers off and send them scrambling away, but you didn't leave without injuries of your own. Your ankle hurt too much for you to move right now, so you sat in the alley and hoped it would feel better soon so you could hobble home before someone else came after you. At least you still had another pepper spray canister - Kylar was good for some things. You almost wished that he would find you here. He had that knife, and he was sort of caring in an insane way...

It was then that you heard more footsteps coming down the alleyway. You tensed up and held out the pepper spray. "Don't fucking come another step closer," you called out, hoping your voice wasn't shaking as badly as you thought it was.

"That's so cute that you think that could stop me," a familiar voice came. You almost jumped up in surprise, but your ankle gave out and you crashed back down to the pavement.

"You could just say hi for once, Whitney," you groaned, turning your head so he wouldn't notice the nosebleed. It always felt humiliating for him to see you like that, especially because he enjoyed seeing you so weak.

"Wouldn't be as fun," you could hear the smirk in his voice. "You look like shit, slut."

You groaned again and turned to face him, feeling blood drip from your nose. "Thanks. I had no idea."

A brief look of what seemed like panic flashed on his face before his expression settled into his normal smug look, making you wonder if you were just seeing things. "The fuck happened to you?"

You didn't answer. You thought it was pretty obvious.

"Who did it? Where'd they go?" He looked around, as if the attackers were still right there. "Messing with my fucking property..."

"I don't fucking know. It doesn't matter," you sighed. You really weren't in the mood to deal with him at the moment for obvious reasons.

He paused for a moment. "Stay right there, slut."

"Whitney -" you started, but he was already gone. Fucking great. And not like you were going anywhere in this state anyway.

It wasn't too long before he came back, gripping a bunch of crumpled-up napkins in one hand and a cup in another. Whitney squatted down next to you and set the cup on the ground. It was a milkshake.

You tilted your head, silently asking him why. He rolled his eyes.

"You've got blood all over your face. Grabbed napkins from the cafe, and thought I might as well get something out of this," he moved the cup so it was pressed against your ankle, providing sweet relief. At the same time, he leaned in and took a hold of your chin, gently wiping your face.

"Be a good slut and hold still," he murmured. The intensity of his stare made you feel frozen in place, anyway.

The tender way he touched you reminded of you of when you were little and Robin would fall and skin his knee. You would sit next to him with a damp towel and gently wipe at the injury, soothing his tears. It was a nurturing sort of action - not at all what you would expect from Whitney.

Once Whitney was finished, he grabbed the milkshake and leaned against the wall, taking a sip. He wrapped one arm around your shoulder and with the other, offered you the cup, which you took with a small smile.

"Where are your friends?" You asked. It was rare to see him without a gang following him.

Whitney shrugged. "Ditched 'em. Looked like it might rain." That seemed to be all you would get out of him on that topic.

You sat and idly chatted as you shared the milkshake. When it had been drained, Whitney stood up.

"Alright. C'mere. Let's get you home," he said, reaching out a hand.

"Huh?" You blinked in surprise. Whitney rolled his eyes again.

"I'm not gonna leave my best slut alone and injured in an alley. The fuck would that do for me?" He hoisted you up and wrapped his arm around your waist. "Put your arm around my shoulder. And don't put weight on your ankle."

You did as he asked, considering there wasn't much else you could do. Besides, his arm felt nice around you.

Luckily, you weren't too far from the orphanage, so the walk wasn't awful. Resting had helped a lot, and your ankle honestly was barely hurting anymore. But Whitney still held you up, and you let him.

He paused out front and gave you an odd look. Suddenly, he sighed and looked away. "Just...be more careful next time. I can't be your knight in shining armor all the time."

You frowned. "I mean, it's not like I asked you. You kinda just showed up."

He shrugged. "You were in my alley." He paused again before leaning in to kiss you. His lips tasted like vanilla and stale cigarettes.

Then he pulled away and slapped your ass. "See ya tomorrow, slut," Whitney smirked as he walked away. "I'm expecting an extra good thanks for saving your life and shit."

You couldn't help but smile as you watched him leave.