#literally gasping for air but it's ok because i was in a pool so everyone was gasping for air kinda

[darcyolsson]

today was a Day my besties, i rediscovered my love of rice cakes (why did i ever quit eating them.....), deleted the guy i was dating off my social media, apparently finally dissolved the stitches from my wisdom tooth surgery (they were supposed to be gone a full week ago) and, most notably, exercised for the first time in 2 years even though i hate exercising. i feel like i nearly died and i'm going to bed now. unfortunately i genuinely look forward to doing this again next week

[boydiisaster]

Ok.. Here me out.. Imagine the Obey Me brothers in gym class.. 👉👈😔

the brothers in gym class

reader: gender neutral, no pronouns used

tw/cw: broken bones, cussing, killing and vomiting mentions

author's note: i had no idea if you were actually requesting or not but i got inspiration for some funny headcanons after reading this so i hope you enjoy!

lucifer

❥ ... What?

❥ When you ran up to him one day and asked if he'd join you in gym class, the look of confusion was priceless on his face. He looked at you like you just grew another head.

❥ "Please, Lucifer?" you begged, hands clasped together. "I know you don't have to take it but it's mandatory for the human exchange students and Solomon's not here today so I'm all alone with no friends."

❥ "Make some," he deadpanned and began to walk away.

❥ "What if some scary demon eats me?! I'll be all sweaty and tired and they'd just be able to feast on my gross, yucky flesh!"

❥ "Can't you do magic?" he looked back at you. "Just blast them with a spell Satan taught you."

❥ "What if it doesn't work?" you wail. "Lucifer, please?!"

❥ "Fine! Alright, I'll do it. But you have to clean the dirty laundry that comes out of this for both of us."

❥ "Deal!"

❥ Halfway through though Lucifer ended up having to take you to the hospital because you somehow ended up breaking your ankle trying to kick a ball, which was fine by you. You got out of school early, and it didn't matter much to you how.

❥ "That's it, I'm taking you out of gym class."

mammon

❥ Mammon likes running, so the man already takes gym class even though he doesn't have to and definitely probably can't afford to due to his deteriorating grades. However despite genuinely enjoying gym, he only comes when he feels like it. Lucky for him, you were here today; no Solomon in sight.

❥ You swear you see him drool while watching you out the corner of your eye when he walks in during the beginning run around the stadium.

❥ After you're done, you walk up to the demon, gasping for air while sweat trickles down your neck. "Mammon!" you breathe. "I didn't expect to see you here today! Perfect timing."

❥ Mammon really should have left when you said that, but he was too giddy because "Hehe MC sounds so happy to see me."

❥ Cut to the two of you doing one of the hardest work-out routines the coach has ever assigned you. Even Mammon was left panting and hunched over afterwards. You felt disgusting as sweat dripped from your forehead to the floor. You were burning up. You felt like you could cook an egg on your arm if you wanted.

❥ "Mammon," you gasp, barely standing up from how sore your legs currently were. "I'm skipping the rest of school."

❥ "Thank Diavolo," he sighs. "I was just about to ask you if you wanted to."

❥ "I get first shower."

❥ "That's not fair!"

leviathan

❥ He's literally only here because Lucifer's punishing him. That's the only reason. He resembles that purple-haired boy from that anime he showed you the other day by the way he's always hiding in the corner while everyone else does jumping jacks or push-ups. He wishes this class would end already so he could go home. He keeps watching the clock, waiting for it to turn 3. Sometimes though he turns around to check if you're still there before going back to sulking.

❥ Don't stare, don't stare don't stare, don't stare.

❥ He repeats that over and over again inside his head like a mantra, trying not to make it increasingly obvious how whipped he is for you in your work-out attire. It's just a little skin, it's fine! Bodies are natural. Stop being so weird, Leviathan, it's not like you consider your love interest showing a bit of skin as some sort of trust-filled bond and oh my god he just called you his love interest please someone kill him.

❥ The bell finally rings and the 3rd born sighs. "Finally...."

❥ The universe had other plans for him, however.

❥ "Levi! I'm gonna hit up the pool so I won't be home until later, you wanna come?" You smile as you dried yourself off with a towel.

❥ Absolutely not. "Of course!"

❥ This is the worst mistake of my entire pathetic life. "It'll be fun!"

❥ I want to die. "I can't wait!"

satan

❥ Despite the rumors circling around school that Satan is the embodiment of those stereotypical nerds in human realm movies, Satan actually likes gym class. Does he attend it like a regular, mandatory class? No, not on his life. Will he attend it specifically for you though and show off how athletic he is? Yes, of course he will. How dare you assume he wouldn't.

❥ Cue him talking about some nerdy physics shit while the two of you are currently being bombarded by rubber balls in a game of dodge ball.

❥ "For the love of everything holy Satan please pick up a ball!" You frantically shriek as one of those terrifying spheres of death comes whirling at your head, nearly missing you and slamming against the concrete wall behind you.

❥ ... Are those cracks in the wall where it hit?

❥ "Don't rush me, MC! I'm trying to think of a surefire way to win this," he hums and catches a ball aimed for his head with one hand. "We're outnumbered by," he counts the demons currently in front of him. "6, and we're at even more of a disadvantage because you're a human."

❥ "Gee, thanks." You duck as another ball comes at you. Where are they getting these things? Are they just pulling them out of thin air? That wouldn't be the weirdest thing you've seen a demon do.

❥ Ignoring you, Satan hurls the ball in his hand in a very specific way. You watch as it thwacks the nearest demon in the head, then continues to hit the rest of the demon's teammates until only one remains. By then the poor sucker is too confused as to what just happened to dodge the ball you throw at them. It hits them straight in the face and they fall back.

❥ "Oops," you cringe as you hear their head hit the floor. "Was I too rough...?"

❥ "I wish you'd hit me like that."

❥ "Excuse me?"

❥ "Nothing-"

asmodeus

❥ Him? Go to gym class? Sweetheart, did you fall and hit your head this morning?

❥ "Do I look like I'd be up to running around with a bunch of random strangers and sweating all over the place for an hour?"

❥ "No, but-"

❥ "That should explain my answer."

❥ "But my gym class is just swimming." You smile awkwardly. "I guess I should've told you that. Swimming isn't technically gym class...."

❥ Asmo stops filing his nails and looks up at you. His expression is hard to read, but you instantly know he's going to be joining you when he says "What time are you going?"

❥ "I was uncomfortable working out around demons I didn't know," you explain to your swimming partner as you dip your foot into the pool. The water is warm. You slowly lower yourself inside and sigh. "So I talked it up with Prince Diavolo and he said that I could workout outside of school and still get credits for it."

❥ "You should've asked if you could just not do gym," Asmodeus giggled as he dove in after you. "That's what I would've done."

❥ "I'm also a good student, Asmo," you tease the 5th born.

❥ "I'm a good student, too!" he huffs.

❥ "Aren't you the one who skipped school yesterday to go to the mall with Levi?" You smile and begin to swim to the other side of the pool.

❥ "They were opening a new coffee shop, MC, and I wanted to get something cute to post on Devilgram!" Asmo whines as he watches you get farther and farther away from him. "MC! Come back!"

beelzebub

❥ Beel takes gym regularly, just not RAD's gym. It's not equipped enough to handle Beel, and he really doesn't want to accidentally break what little equipment they already have, so it takes a lot of convincing from you to have him actually attend.

❥ By "a lot" I mean literally just promising to buy him food.

❥ "Can we get ice cream afterwards?"

❥ "Sure!"

❥ "I'm in."

❥ Do you know that Belphegor card where the story is just Beel making Belphie work out, and by the end Belphie is just a wreck and ends up hiding from Beel with you? Yeah, that's exactly what happens with you this time around, minus his twin.

❥ "MC?" Beel looks around, trying to find you behind all of the work out equipment in the RAD gymnasium. You're gasping for breath, you're surprised the 6th born can't just hear you.

❥ You try crawling towards the door like you're the victim in some suspenseful horror movie, but Beel easily catches you by the back of your shirt and picks you up like a little kitten.

❥ "MC."

❥ "Beel."

❥ "We need to finish this."

❥ You whine as he sits you down. "But I don't wanna. I'm tired and I probably stink and I need a long, hot shower."

❥ "I think you smell just fine."

❥ You plop down on the ground and groan loudly while looking up at the ceiling. "Sleepy. Too tired to walk. I'm gonna die here and become food for the mice."

❥ "Devildom mice need a much bigger food source than you to survive, MC."

❥ "I'm sorry, what?"

belphegor

❥ "No."

❥ "But-"

❥ "MC I'll kill you again if you finish that sentence."

❥ You pout and nudge the sleeping demon with your finger. All you wanted him to do was go to one gym class with you while Solomon wasn't there. "Belphie," you whine, "please? You still owe me a favor for taking the blame for you and Satan's prank last month."

❥ "The one where you had to restack every book on the bookcase we knocked over?" He opens one of his eyes and chuckles, remembering Lucifer's furious expression.

❥ "Yes. I still think that was less of a prank and more attempted murder." You cross your arms over your chest and raise an eyebrow at him.

❥ The Sloth Avatar just yawns and curls up again. "Whatever. Just don't go. Skip that class."

❥ "I would but I literally need to attend that class to graduate RAD," you frown. "Belphie come on!"

❥ "No. Sleepy. Come sleep with me."

❥ "You're always sle-"

❥ Belphegor quickly grabs your wrist and yanks you down beside him. He wraps his arms around you and entangled his legs with your own. His face finds your neck and he nuzzles into it before falling back asleep, entrapping you like a spider in its web. You'd struggle but you know Belphegor won't wake up anytime soon, so it was pointless.

❥ "Fine," you say, more to yourself than the sleeping demon beside (on top?) of you. "I'll skip that class. Only for you, though.

[spidernerdsblog]

Can I request reader going to meet mob! tom's friends and when tom gets there, everyone tells him about the hot girl who just walked in and how they wanna fuck her tonight and when he tells them it's his gf they are like 😳 oh and you know tom being the most fearless mobster has trouble controlling his rage and maybe both y/n and tom have some jealous sex. pls I hope this doesn't trigger you and only write this if you want to and stay safe

I literally listened to where you belong by the weeknd while writing this the whole time lol. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18 +, SMUT, mature content, dom/sub dynamics, light bondage, language, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Where you belong

It was like any other night where Tom had to attend one of those lavish parties thrown by the biggest crime families in the country after all he's the mob boss but this time it was little different as you were going to join him tonight. After dating for six months Tom finally thought to introduce you to his underworld friends. Tom was dressed as usual in his business clothes which was a nice ensemble from Prada looking dashingly handsome as always. On the other hand you chose to wear the skin tight dress which Tom liked the most according to him it brings out the best of you. 

Reaching the venue you stepped out of the car as Tom hands the valet the car keys to park his car. Just when you were about to go inside together Tom remembers that he had an important phone call to make.

"Love, you go inside I'll be right behind you" He says to you.

"Okay come fast" you give a smile.

"Yeah I will" after making the call Tom goes inside the hall to find you when he heard some of his friends call out to him.

‘‘Hey Tom!’’ He momentarily forgot about you and made his way towards them.

"So what's up boys?" He pats Michael’s shoulder taking a drink from the ushers. 

"Tom, mate, you have no idea what you just missed’’ he informs all excitedly. 

‘‘Oh really? What was it?’’ he asked, amused.

‘‘Ask who was it, she was a fucking bombshell man, who just walked right through that door!" 

"You should have looked at her ass mate god I just want to fuck her so bad" Charles added.

"Keep dreaming you suckers because Roy is already at it, look over there" Liam chuckles pointing out to them. Tom followed their gaze and his jaw clenched as soon as he saw you, smiling and talking to one of his friends, he inhaled sharply in anger at the fact that all this time his friends were just talking about fucking you in front of him. 

‘‘Damn Roy is gonna get lucky tonight just look at those tits’’ Michael remarks as everyone chuckles except Tom who was fuming with rage.

‘‘You say another fucking word about her and I’m gonna cut that filthy tongue of yours!’’ He spat at him.

‘‘Woah man, relax. What got you so riled up?’’ Tom turned to them with a death glare.

"Listen you morons I want to make this loud and clear, she’s my girl’’ everyone’s eyes went wide in shock as they gulped hard in fear because the last thing anyone would want is to piss off Tom ‘‘and if anyone of you even dare to have improper thoughts about her I’m gonna put a fucking bullet in your heads! Do you fucking get that?!’’ He growled as everyone hung their heads low in fear agreeing to him. He then strides his way towards you.

‘‘So all by yourself?’’ Roy asks with suave in his voice.

‘‘Oh no, I’m with my boyfriend, Tom Holland you might know him’’

‘‘You- you are Holland’s girl?’’ He stutters in fear knowing that he is good as dead if Tom comes to know that he was trying to bed his girl.

‘‘Yeah’’ you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear smiling.

"Hey darling" you felt a familiar pair of hands wrap around your waist possessively.

"There he is!" you chirped as Tom knelt down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Where were you?" you pouted.

"Sorry darling was just catching up with some friends" 

"Hey Tom" Roy says awkwardly trying to act friendly

"Hey Roy" Tom gives him a hard glare and turns to you.

"I think it's time for us to leave" He says pressing his lips in a thin line.

"But Tom we just arrived won't you have a couple of drinks" you frowned at the sudden change of plans.

"I think I actually had enough darling, let's go now" He says sternly, you noticed his hard gaze and stopped yourself from questioning him further.

"Okay" He literally dragged you out of the place to the parking area. You got inside the car and sat on the passenger seat as Tom sat on the driver's seat slamming the door shut with such force that startled you. 

The whole ride back was completely silent; you occasionally saw him gripping on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. You knew your boyfriend as the most feared mob boss who was also known for his short temper. And by the look on his face he seemed angry for some reason which you are unable to figure out. Surprisingly his angry demeanor was turning you on, you shifted on your seat uncomfortably as you felt heat pool between your legs which didn't go unnoticed by Tom. 

Tom didn't want the night to end like this but here he was furious and raging from inside. He was very well aware of his anger management issues and since the day you walked into his life he has tried to be the better man for you including keeping his anger in check because he would do anything for you. He was never the kind of man to be triggered with such petty things but when it comes to you he just can't control himself he couldn't get over the thought of his friends were literally eye fucking you in front him. It wasn't your fault though you were no doubt beautiful and he feels extremely lucky that he gets to call you his. But seeing you talking and laughing with Roy just lighted up his fuse. He knew you were just being nice to him but when he knows what Roy's actual intentions were with you just makes him see red. 

He just wants to be reassured again that you belonged to him and only him which he is going to make sure tonight. And seeing you getting all fidgety he knew that you were soaking with arousal making him smirk internally at the effect he has on you. 

You finally reached the driveway of your mansion as Tom pulled over the car. You couldn't take the silence anymore and finally spoke up. 

"Tom are you OK?" your voice was full of concern reaching out a hand to his forehead "You are sweating" He grabs your hand with a death grip making you swallow hard as your gaze shifted to his brown orbs which were now swirling with rage and pure lust, yes he was angry and you know exactly what is going to happen next you found yourself getting even more wet just at the thought of it. 

"Bedroom. Strip and wait for me" his voice sharp and dominating. You nodded and let out a small "Yes" 

"Yes what?" He demands. 

"Yes sir" you say submissively, the corner of his lips curl up to a smirk as he brushes your cheekbone with his knuckles gently. 

"Good girl" 

You got out of the car and immediately went to your bedroom. Without wasting any time you did just as you were told, taking off your dress, you sat on the bed on your knees in just your lace panties with palms laying flat on your thighs as you waited for him in anticipation. Every passing minute felt like an hour as you felt your nipples harden in the cool air and arousal pool between your legs, you rubbed your thighs to get some relief from the growing ache. 

He finally arrives after some agonizing moments later the tux he was wearing already discarded and some of the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned giving a nice peak to the solid abs underneath. 

"Such a good girl, aren't you princess?" he cooes as he walks in and sits in front of you. 

"Only for you Tommy" you say sweetly. He knelt down and grabbed your jaw roughly to capture your lips hungrily his tongue prys open your mouth exploring your mouth. He gently sucks on your bottom lip tugging it lightly before pulling away you look at him through your lashes gasping. He brushes his thumb against your swollen bottom lip which you eagerly wrapped your lips onto, sucking and swirling your tongue around it as you hold onto his arm.

"Now don't be so greedy" he purrs as you release his thumb with a pop. 

"Give me your hands" He demands as you reluctantly extend your hands to him. Tom knows how you hate your hands being tied up with how much you love to run your hands through his hair and hold him close to you making you feel safe in his arms but today he had to establish that you were only his, he takes out his tie that was stuffed in his back pocket and ties up your hands with intricate knots. 

"Is this OK?" he asks tugging on it.

"Yes" you affirm, he pushes you onto the bed as you fall back on the soft mattress with him hovering over you as he unbuttons the rest of the buttons of his shirt and takes it off in a swift move. 

"So beautiful and just for me" he says with hooded eyes while his hands trailed down your inner thigh as the coolness of the gold rings on his finger sent shivers right up your core. He pinned your tied hands above your head when you tried to raise them.

‘‘Uh uh princess I thought you were my good girl’’ He patronizes

‘‘I am’’ you whimper in his strong hold.

‘‘Then behave if you don’t want me to leave you like this’’ he says kissing down your throat. You let out a gasp when you felt his warm mouth latch on to your hardened nipple. He smirked and continued sucking, teeth grazing on your soft mounds making you moan. 

"How dare those bastards look at what is mine?!" he growls in between littering your skin with wet kisses and marking you.

You were so helpless and completely at his mercy. Writhing under him and craving him so badly, snaking a hand inside your soaked panties, "so fucking wet" he observed as he spread your slick around your folds, pulling a desperate whimper from you. He brings his fingers to his mouth. 

"Tastes so sweet every time angel" he hums sucking them clean. He then trailed kisses down your stomach, on your navel, before he found home between your legs as he hooks his fingers to the waistband of your panties and simply rips it off you. He stared at your bare, glistening pussy hungrily as if you were his last meal. He dives down right into it sloppily licking through your folds making you arch your back but he holds you down placing a hand on your stomach as he continues his assault. 

You felt dizzy, your brain barely able to comprehend your surroundings. The only sensation you felt was Tom and his calloused fingers which he expertly worked up your dripping cunt and threw you over the edge. When he pushed three of his fingers inside you, you felt delirious and came all around his fingers. 

Tom quickly gets rid of the rest of his clothes and holds himself above you resting his forearm on the side of your head one hand reaches down to grab his throbbing member as he swipes his tip through your slick folds coating it with your arousal before pushing it in your aching hole. You gasp as you feel his tip slide past your entrance and fills you entirely, the stretch making you close your eyes in pleasure. 

‘‘Always so fucking tight!’’ He grunts feeling your walls warm and snug around him. Your eyes shoot wide open as he pulls his hips back and slams right into you without even letting you adjust to him, drawing out a loud moan from you. 

You were writhing underneath him wriggling your hands desperately wanting to feel him and hold on to him. Tom finally took mercy on you as he snakes a hand to your wrists and unties your restraints. As soon as your hands were free you flung them to his back pulling him closer as possible, one hand went to tug on to the roots of his hair. You wrapped your legs around his hips, hooking them behind his back. You could never get enough of him, you needed him deep inside you exploring parts of you that no one could ever reach. He nips at your neck sucking on your skin harshly, making sure for everyone to see who you belong to.

"Who is making you feel this good princess?" His voice raspy and breathless.

"You…" your voice trailed off as he pounds into you mercilessly. 

"Didn't hear you princess" he reaches down to rub where your bodies were connected. 

"You Tom! You!" you shrieked out at the added stimulation.

"That's right baby, I’m the only one who can make you feel like this, no one can make you scream the way I do, no one knows where to touch you like I do" he rubs harsher circles on your sensitive bud and moves his hips to thrust into you deeper, your moans growing louder and louder boosting his ego as your walls clasp around him.

"Fuck! I need to make sure everyone knows who you belong to eh? Maybe put a baby in you, what do you say?" He reckons while he continued to rut his hips

"Yes Tom fill me up, fill me up with your babies" you nod your head furiously as the sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room along with your grunts and moans.

"You will look so pretty baby, all round and beautiful with our child" He brushes your hair gently from your sweat covered face, you were a babbling mess by now unable to form any proper words except his name, his words only spurring you on to your impending climax. He keeps pounding into you even harder than before as you feel your body tense up, toes curling as the coil inside your stomach tightened.

"C'mon baby cum all over my cock, make me fill you up and mark you as mine" He urges and you screamed out when you felt the coil inside you finally snap your walls tightening around him as you came undone raking your nails down his back while his lips captured your swollen ones swallowing your moans as he finally cums inside you filling you up with his warm release and collapses on top of you.

"Mine" he mumbles into your skin between ragged breaths. 

"All yours" you say reassuringly running your fingers through his hair soothingly catching your breath. 

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 13 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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The funfair is everything you thought it would be, and even more. The colorful lights, the music, the games, the kids running around. It's inebriating, beautiful, mesmerizing... You only wish you could forget what you saw on the road... What you saw a while ago and what James told you he saw. Four beasts so far, if you assume those were all different animals. It probably means there are more, right? Nobody was attacked yet, or else you'd know. News travel fast through Hawkins. But even so, the cops need to know, and whatever it is, it has to be controlled. But what you really need is to know what that is. You think you'll feel better once you know the species, so you can do some research and have some peace of mind.

“(Y/N)? Are you there?” Monica shakes your shoulder lightly, dragging you out of your thoughts. “You look a little pale. Are you feeling alright?”

“Yup. I was just thinking.” You all give a few steps forward when the line for the ferris wheel move.

“I know who you were thinking about,” Christopher says, his arm around Monica's shoulders. “He's coming, by the way.” He tilts his head towards something behind you, and you immediately turn on your heels, and the familiar burning on your stomach hits.

You can't help but smile to see him, walking among the sea of people, eyes fixed on you. It's ok to look now, right? You're dating, you're living together. And Billy looks so... Gorgeous. Hot. Awesome. He's wearing his black leather jacket and a dark blue shirt underneath, which is unbuttoned.

“Hey, princess.” His smile makes your legs weak as he pulls you into a kiss.

“Hey, handsome,” you mutter when you pull away, a hand on the exposed part of his chest. “Haven't you ever heard of buttons, Hargrove?”

“Yeah, but I don't think they're necessary.” He winks and you bite your lip.

“I think I agree,” you whisper before finally turning back to your friends. And, of course, they're all staring with wide eyes. Monica is the only one who knows you're dating. “So, guys... Billy and I.” You mutter, blushing lightly and moving again. You're next in line.

“I knew it!” Jason exclaims, high-fiving Monica. “I knew it, from the beginning.”

“I didn't. I mean... Billy is... Or was...” Christopher struggles with the words, gesturing at Billy and you. “Well it doesn't matter, does it? Congratulations.”

“Careful, Chris. Remember what happened to David last time.” Monica warns him, a smirk on her face.

“Next.” The old man calls and you move.

“Couples first,” Monica says, pulling you and Billy ahead of the others. The car only fits two, so you and Billy go alone.

As you move up, you look down, taking in the amazing view the ferris wheel provides. Billy has an arm around your shoulders, and you lay your head on his shoulder.

“You're quiet. What happened? You sounded very excited about the fair.” Billy asks, placing a kiss on your hair.

You don't want to tell him why you're restless, not today. “I was. I am.” You stutter a little, clearing your throat.

“Are you afraid of heights?”

“No.” You breathe out, cursing yourself for worrying him. “I'm happy, I truly am and this is... This is beautiful and being here with you just makes everything better.” Looking up, you pull him into a kiss, taking in his amazing scent, from the cologne you love so much. “I'm alright, trust me,” you reassure him when we break the kiss.

“(Y/N), you were very, very loud earlier. You literally threw water on me. You can't possibly think I wouldn't notice you acting weird.” Billy keeps his index finger on your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

You really wish he could let it go because you don't want to ruin the night, but don't want to lie either. “I just saw something in the woods, but I'm sure it's nothing.” You try hard to keep the fear away from your voice, to keep it casual.

“Was it the same thing you saw the other time?” He asks, the expression on his face changing. It seems that you don't need to ask Billy to believe on what you saw. He does. You have no idea why or how, but it looks like he does. “The same thing James said he saw?”

“Yeah... Two of them. Running, keeping up with the car.” Your voice cracks by the end, as the image comes back to your mind. It's almost surreal that you're so scared of what's probably just some kind of animal. “It's stupid. I'm a big city girl, I'm not used to living this close to the woods.”

“It's not stupid.” He assures you, pecking your lips. “We'll check it out tomorrow, ok?”

“We should tell the police. What if it starts attacking people in the daylight?”

“It won't,” Billy states, not a single hint of doubt in his voice.

“What do you mean it won't? Do you know what it is? Is it nocturnal?” The words come out fast. If he knows what it is, why didn't he tell you on the first time? Billy looks away, taking a deep breath. “Billy?”

“I'll need you to trust me in this, (Y/N).” His voice is different, urgent, deep. Of course you trust him, how could you not?

“I do,” you say in a low voice. “You know I do. Is something going on that I don't know about?” As you speak, your time is over and you're back on the ground. Billy takes your hand and start walking away from the ferris wheel.

“I promise I'll tell you everything. But not here, and not today.” You both stop, and Billy cups your face. “For now, let's us just... Enjoy the moment. How does that sound?”

Taking a deep breath, you nod. It was the plan from the beginning, so you might as well stick to it. “Alright.”

“Come, I'll introduce you to my friends.”

Billy guides you through the fair, holding your hand. His friends are on the Northside, where parking is exclusive for the employees. But you don't think they care. You only know Tommy and Carol, the other two guys and the girl you only know from afar. When they recognize Billy, Tommy raises his hand and waves.

“You'll hate them.” Billy warns.

“Let me be the judge of that,” you whisper as you approach the guys.

“What's up, Billy,” Tommy says, smiling. “...And who's that?”

Of cours they're staring at you. Why would you even hope otherwise? You're not only the new girl, but now you're also the one who actually got Billy Hargrove. People won't just look. They'll stare. “This is (Y/N), my girlfriend,” Billy says and you wave at them. “(Y/N), these are Tommy, Carol, Ryan, Buck, and Emily.”

“Hi. It's nice to meet you, guys.” You simply say, involuntary moving closer to Billy when you notice Ryan's eyes lingering on you.

“Girlfriend? Are you kidding me?” Carol asks, giggling. “I knew you two were hanging out but dating? I must admit I didn't see that coming.”

“Why didn't you introduce her to us earlier, Billy?” Ryan mutters, taking a sip from his can. “Is she too... Pure to hang out with us?”

“Actually, yes,”

“And have you started corrupting her already?" Ryan flashes a smile, and it makes you feel uncomfortable. You can see when his eyes move through your body, up and down, his smile only widening. “Why don't you give me your number, sweetie? I can call when Billy boy here is done with you.”

“Don't you–”

“Do you happen to have Billy's number?” You ask, raising your voice and placing a hand on Billy's chest to stop him from moving. Ryan raises an eyebrow and nods, a big interrogation on his face. “Good. Then you already have my number.”

He bursts into a laugh, furrowing his eyebrows. “Nice one. You could just say no, though.”

“It's not a joke.” Smiling, you feel Billy's arms encircling your waist.

“Wait. Are you two living together or something?” Emily gestures at you and then at Billy, and you feel when he nods. “Shit, it's true then. You're pregnant.” She stands up straight, wide eyes.

“I knew it.” Tommy states.

“That again.” Rolling your eyes, you shake your head lightly. “I'm not pregnant. We're just–”

“Living together,” Billy states, his voice making it clear there will be no further explanation.

Everyone, basically at the same time, gasps, giggles, and Ryan spits out his drink. “Holy shit, Billy. Can't believe you're keeping this one. But this whole innocent act she has going on is very alluring, I must admit.”

“Want me to beat him up a little?” Billy whispers in your ear, and you can hear the anger building up. And you didn't like what Ryan said anyway.

“I did say I wouldn't stop you on the next time so be my guest,” you whisper back, shrugging your shoulders. Who are you to intervene if Billy wants to use his friend as a punching bag?

You give a step back when Billy moves, straight towards Ryan who has the decency of raising both his hands in defeat. “C'mon, Billy. You wouldn't hurt me because of one of your cows, would you? She's just–” Ryan is cut short by a hard punch on his stomach, which makes him bend over and forces the air out of his lungs.

“I would just–” Billy pulls him up again by the collar of his shirt, his fist then connecting to his jaw. “–warn you but–” A kick this time, on the ribs. “–you just can't keep your damn mouth shut, can you?” Billy pushes him violently, and Ryan stumbles down, blood all over his nose and mouth. “I believe my point is made.” He turns to look at the others and you do the same, just now noticing your eyes were fixed on the fight. If you can even call this a fight.

“No screwing with your girl,” Tommy states, exchanging a wide-eyed glance with Carol. “Got it.”

“Let's go, (Y/N).” Billy fixes his jacket and takes your hand. “Want some cotton candy?”

He is acting as if he didn't just leave a bleeding Ryan lying on the ground. “Yeah,” you mumble, raising an eyebrow at his smirk. Billy starts walking, not bothering to wave goodbye at his friends. “Just because I didn't like them it doesn't mean you can't hang out with them. I want to make this very clear.” You have to say it. In a relationship, a person shouldn't try to control who the other hangs out with.

“You're an angel, you know that? The other girls had me for one night and already wanted to control what I–” He stops talking suddenly, shaking his head slightly.

“What? You can say it, I made peace with whatever you did before.” As you speak, you start pulling him on a different direction. This parking lot is outside of the fair, so you're near the back of the attractions. A place gets your attention. It's a bit dark, but there's this blue and purple light, enough to illuminate it just a little bit.

“I know, but I shouldn't compare you to–. Where are you going?”

Not bothering to answer, you just start pulling him harder. “There.”

“I might like where this is going.”

“Jerk,” you mumble, smiling to find that whatever attraction this is, the back is shaped like an L, which gives you a perfect corner to hide. So you move to the very back of it. “Thank you again,” you say, turning around and walking backwards until your back hits the metal wall.

“For what?”

“For defending my honor. It's the second time and now I can thank you better than I did on the first time.” Of course, he already has that smirk on his face. The one you used to hate, that you used to be scared of because it made you feel... Weird. “I–”

The words get caught in your throat when Billy picks you up suddenly, both his hands grabbing your legs and placing them around his waist. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself, giggling. “For the height issue.”

“The height is not an issue,” you tell him, the blue and purple lights illuminating his face enough for you to take in his features. They're already memorized, burned in your brain, but you still like to look. “It's good to be on the same level though.”

“Mhm.” He mumbles and you close your eyes when you feel his lips brushing on yours.

You're used to the burning sensation, the sweet butterflies on your stomach as the anticipation kicks in.

On the moment his lips connect with yours, the amazing, breathtaking sensation is clouded by a groan. A... Growl. Billy pulls away immediately, letting you down. “What was that?” you ask, suddenly aware of the woods across the parking lot.

“Stay here, I–” Another snarl, low and guttural, and then you see it.

The thing comes from behind a large truck, some feet away. You're frozen at the sight. Now you can see it, clearly. And it's not an animal.

It has no fur, just blue, wet skin... And no face. You were right. James was right...

“(Y/N),” Billy calls, but you don't move. “(Y/N), c'mon.”

The thing moves slowly, and you have no idea how, but it knows you're here. It's looking straight at you and Billy, despite having no eyes. You're trying to make your body move, to send any signals to your legs, but it's useless.

Its face starts moving, all of it. You feel Billy grabbing your hand, a distant, numb feeling. Then, the animal's head opens up, and an unnatural growl emerges from its throat at the same moment you're pulled. You don't know how but your legs start working, and you're suddenly running, as fast as you can, back inside the fair. But you feel hunted, pursued. You're among the people again, but Billy keeps running, you don't know where. You can't think. Maybe you're going crazy, but you're pretty sure Billy saw it too. He wouldn't be running if he didn't, right?

“(Y/N),” Billy cups your face, and only then you notice you stopped. The sea of people move around you, but you can't really see it. “Listen. I need you to help me find Maxine. Or any of her friends. Ok?”

You simply nod, taking a deep breath and trying to get yourself back together. “Maxine,” you repeat, clenching your fists. “Or the boys. Alright. But n-no separating to look.” You burst out the last part, holding the collar of his jacket.

“No, we'll stay together. I just need you to–”

“Billy!” A low yell almost lost among the noises reaches you. You both turn your heads at the same time to find Max running, pushing people out of her way. She's with the boys, and someone older. “We gotta go. Now.” She says once she's close.

“We–”

“The Demodogs are back.” Dustin cuts Billy off, his voice getting all funny again. But you don't laugh this time. You're too scared to laugh.

“(Y/N)? Are you ok?” Max asks, and you don't know what to say.

You're feeling sick. There are too many people here, and that thing is out there... What if it starts attacking? There are kids here, toddlers... You feel your body failing, and a strong arm encircles your waist.

“My place. Everyone. Now.” Billy commands as you struggle to stand up, hiding your face on his chest.

Is there any possibility you're having a nightmare?

Because these... These things don't just happen. It doesn't exist, not in real life. It belongs only to sci-fi or horror movies.

Billy has a hand on your knee as you ride shotgun in his car, not listening to whatever Max, Lucas, and Dustin are talking about on the backseat. You're waiting to wake up, you think. Trying to shake the image of that thing's head opening up like it's been sliced apart. You feel how your hands are shaking when you touch your face, trying hard no cry out of desperation.

“Hey,” Billy says in a low voice. “Remember when I told you to trust me?”

Nodding, you dry off the stubborn tears before looking at him. “We'll fix this. I promise you.”

“How? How do we–”

“We'll tell you everything,” Lucas says, cutting in. “I mean, she saw it. She has to know, right?”

“Right. But your brain may explode, so be prepared.” Max touches your shoulder, but you can't understand why they seem so... Calm about this. They're worried, but not deadly, ultimately scared. How in the hell is that possible that you're the only one here on the verge of losing your damn mind?

“Let's get inside,” Billy says when we stop by his place. “And wait for the others.”

You can barely feel your body as you walk to the house. Billy remains by your side on the couch as the boys stay in the kitchen. The low chattering is unlistenable.

“How are you feeling, princess?”

“I don't know how to answer that. I just say a very weird dog cracking its head open.” Running a hand through your hair, you close your eyes shut. “It's about that lab, isn't it? This whole thing smells like some screwed up experiment that went wrong.”

“The truth is actually a lot worse than that.” As he speaks, the door opens and you jump back to your feet, breathing out relieved when you see it's just the rest of the guys. And three more people, about your age.

Everyone gathers around in the living room and you go back to your place beside Billy. It's creepy the way they all keep staring at you, exchanging glances.

“(Y/N), these are Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan. They're part of our party when it comes to... This.” Max starts, and the three of them nod and give you a little wave. “There are also Robin, Hopper, the chief of police and Joy, Will's mom, but they won't get here in time so... Let's just do this.”

Maxine takes the deepest breath, but when you think she'll start speaking, she doesn't.

“I swear to God I'll lose my freaking mind if one of you don't start explaining to me what the hell is going on here because I just saw some–some sick, zombie, dead dog with no face and the head just opened up like one of those carnivorous plants and I'm sure something is very, very wrong and–”

“Alright, I'll do it.” Eleven speaks up, stepping forward and gesturing for Billy to stand up. She takes his place, looking down at her hands before looking at you. “Ready for the strangest story you'll ever hear?”

×

@chloe-skywalker @dpaccione @dreamin-of-dacre @funeral-7 @uncookspaget @youhavemyfantasticbeasts @halloweenbitch2764 @redlovett @multific @shinydixon @nikkixostan @clockworkballerina

[lochrannn]

For the DVD fic commentary, can I ask about this passage from 'All Rest my Powers Defy': "Instead she turns and pokes him hard in the thigh with her finger. [...] his hand and lips still touching her ankle." (tumblr won't let me post a 500-word ask, dammit!)

Ah, the fic that started it all off XD XD

(All Rest my Powers Defy on AO3 I Tumblr)

Interestingly you picked exactly the scene I had in my head initially and then had to write 3k+ words to get to!

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Instead she turns and pokes him hard in the thigh with her finger. “Why would I be avoiding you?” she asks with what she hopes isn't a pout. [I wanted this to be somewhat reminiscent of the scene on Elliot's bed. Sure, Lila was playing up the escaped psych ward patient thing but still, I liked the way she was sympathetic but kind of a bit silly because as becomes clear in the rest of that scene, doing sincere isn’t that easy for her. Like I’m 100% sure she deliberately elbowed him in the stab wound when she gave Diego a comforting pat]

Diego huffs out some air and quietly replies “I don't know.” [Diego can talk quite well when he’s helping others work through their shit or if he feels there are some truths they need to here, but so far the only time I remember him being challenged on his own feelings, was when Eudora talked to him after he turned Grace off and when Five asked him why he wanted to avenge Eudora and he ended up either struggling to talk or being a bit of a dick about it. To an extent, actually, both at the same time.]

“Jesus fuck, Diego, I came looking for you, didn't I? I've stuck around with your stupid apocalypse mission [Lila is so used to being part of the Commission and having an out out of time that in my interpretation she genuinely feels a bit like the Hargreeves are over-dramatic about their apocalypse nonsense. She doesn’t take it that seriously, she only came to help so she could stick around with them and maybe prove herself to the siblings and I think she’s annoyed that now she feels like she also has/had to prove herself to Diego]! Fuck, I've mostly played nice with the murderer of my parents [Yeah, she calls him that purely to guilt trip Diego...] for the last two weeks, what could possibly make you think I was avoiding you?” Lila looks up at him with exasperation and sees the guilt flash across his face at the mention of her parents [...and it works XD].

“I –“ he begins but when he can't get past the first word, he stops. And she suspects he does that so he doesn't end up stammering. She remembers him talking about that in group therapy at Holbrook, when, to Lila's horror, Diego would use his real feelings and trauma to try and soften Moncton to his cause. [I mean, I’m sorry, but he really was being a dumbass if he thought he was going to get out sooner if he just played along with therapy. Diego, my guy, you’re a pretty traumatised dude with a lifetime of bad coping mechanisms. Try something a little less dramatic than “My whole childhood was literally an experiment.” Sure, it’s true, but still, keep it light!] The thought of being that honest and open had genuinely caused cold fear to pool in the pit of Lila's stomach. Lying here in the bed next to Diego, though, with no one else around, she's reminded of the time she was lying on top of Elliott's fold out couch and had, for the very first time in her adult life, been honest and unguarded with anyone who wasn't her mother the Handler [you know what, I’m not so sure I like the strike out thing anymore. I had seen similar things done in other fic and really liked the visual representation of Lila’s issue with how to refer to the Handler now even in her own head, but I think those other fics did it better]. She's encouraged by the thought that she's managed it before, so maybe she can do it again.

Lila waits to see if Diego will go on. She knows he hated being talked over as a kid and wants to give him a chance if he has more to say [She definitely knows this because she was pretty bad about it at the asylum (just to get under his skin), until he blew up at her and threatened to never talk to her again, not because they had some calm and gentle heart to heart about it XD]. But he just slowly blinks and then looks down at his hands. 

[Ok, this interaction here, this is what just popped into my head one day and then wouldn’t go away until I wrote some fic about it. Again, it just seems like something Lila would do. There’s so much physicality to the way they interact that I just thought that if neither of them quite knew how to go on with words, one of them would do something physical, seek out some contact, and Lila is already being a bit silly in how she’s planted herself on the bed] On a whim Lila lifts her leg closest to him off the wall, swings it around and lets it fall diagonally across his chest, hitting him hard enough with her calf to make him huff out some air in surprise. Diego looks back at her face and she can see the beginnings of a smile. This is familiar. This is reminiscent of her antics at the asylum. It makes things just a little more normal and comfortable between them.

Diego grabs her ankle and she starts to roll her eyes at him but is interrupted by her breath leaving her in a gasp when she suddenly feels his lips brush against the sensitive, exposed skin between the top of her sock and the bottom of her trousers that have fallen up her leg a little [I agonised over the correct description here XD. Like ok, the trouser leg has gone up her leg, as in the top of the leg is in the direction of the hip, the bottom is ankles and so on, that’s the case whichever way round you’re positioned. But of course the trousers haven’t fallen physically up, like you might fall up some stairs, but rather they actually have gone downwards with gravity. So yeah, gave myself a minor headache trying to decide whether my personal instinct on this would make sense to everyone reading this]. [Also, unrelated to the trouser logistics, I squeed a bit myself at the thought that if Diego was holding her ankle and saw the skin he’d instinctively press a kiss to her skin without really thinking about it just made me feel things! There’s the fact that he’s of course been wanting to kiss her the whole time, he’s just been too dumb and angry about it. The arse over tit way that it’s almost a bit like a romantic kiss of the hand, and maybe even some implications of fealty and submission…. But I haven’t thought too hard about this]

She looks up at him almost in shock, her heart in her throat, and her expression must give him pause because he looks back at her like a deer caught in the headlights, his hand and lips still touching her ankle. [Because, as I said, he’s not even really thought about it, but he’s so caught out that he doesn’t even think to pull away XD]

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Ok, I think I’m falling short on awful puns, but beyond that I hope this helps XP

[watanabes-cum-dump]

Burning Blue 1-5

"Liyue, Liyue come out"

"She's not coming"

Moon Carver sighed while Xiao surged foreword and continued to look for the little girl. Liyue was nowhere to be found, she was going home this evening and no one knew where she was. Everyone was looking for her because Mountain Shaper would live up to his name if he found his daughter went missing under the adepti's watch. Liyue's (self proclaimed) father did not take lightly to his little girl being in any kind of danger (Xiao had found that out the hard way) and with the stress of a war, he would most likely level the entire landscape.

Xiao groaned and leaned against a pillar "Where would she even hide?"

Moon Carver shrugged and looked around. Liyue was terribly shy and often hid from the others, only responding to Guizhong and occasionally Xiao. She acted like a scared puppy, and it was well known that she was very attached to the black and red crane adeptus.

"Oh curse her. We can't even track her down" Xiao groaned.

Moon Carver perked up "Wouldn't Mountain Shaper's magic rub off onto her?"

Xiao looked like he hit the jackpot for a moment, then his face fell "I don't think he would use magic around his precious little girl"

"You're right"

"Lavender's blue dilly dilly

Lavender's green

When I am king dilly dilly

You will be queen"

The two adepti looked up at the sound of a soft, deep voice singing a lullaby. A smaller, more feminine and frankly, more childish voice sang along.

"Who told you so dilly dilly

Who told you so?

T'was my own heart dilly dilly

That told me so"

"What the-?"

"Sh" Moon carver hushed the young adeptus and walked towards the pair of haunting voices at the end of the hallway. The door lead to an empty room, but, Moon Carver knew better. A pocket dimension, or rather, the entrance to one.

He gestured at the door, Xiao immediately got the idea and readied his spear. Liyue was naive, just like any other child, despite her seemingly advanced knowledge and understanding. She very well could be taken advantage of by the other... less kind adepti. He readied his blade, pushing open the door that started glowing blue.

A bright light enveloped the two adepti as they went through the portal, and they arrived at a collection of islands, lanterns, lilies, and small platforms floated around, creating ripples as if on water. There appeared to be tall mountains in the distance, Moon Carver caught his breath at the sight of a giant spirit stingray flying through the air, glowing golden as is weaved through he flying islands and thin peaks. There was an abundance of ruin like structures on the islands, waterfalls dropped into a void from ponds that looked like pools of sky.

The two went on cautiously through the dimension, it was clearly an adepti's abode. Pocket dimensions they controlled completely, they could take on a physical exterior like Mountain Shaper's Mansion, but it often betrayed the interior that was quite literally a world of it's own.

"Call up your men, Dilly dilly, Set them to work.

Some to the plow, Dilly dilly, Some to the fork

Some to make hay, Dilly dilly, Some to cut corn.

While you and I, Dilly dilly, Keep ourselves warm"

The male voice sang again. They followed the voices, they seemed to echo even though the abode looked to be out in the open, it even echoed through the halls of the adepti's palace.

They found themselves nearing an island that held a small pavilion like structure and pond on it. Under the shade of the roof sitting comfortably on throws of pillows was a man dressed in golds and greens with a little girl on his lap.

"Bosacius" Xiao said, bowing respectfully at his senior and leader of the Yaksha.  

The other Yaksha stopped singing and looked up at the pair "Ah, Xiao, Moon Carver, what brings you two here?"

"Her" Xiao replied, pointing at the child.

Liyue looked up at him with those big, blue eyes that were eerily intelligent for her age "If Mountain Shaper is not here yet, I'd like to stay with Mister Bosacious" she requested.

The white haired Yaksha chuckled at Moon Carver and Xiao's look of disdain "Little Liyue can stay if she likes"

"With all do respect, you shouldn't have to deal with-"

"Xiao" his senior chided "It's fine. I'll take her back when it is time"

Moon Carver raised a brow "Time is odd in these little pocket dimensions, are you sure you can keep track of time and bring her back by dark?"

Bosacious laughed "I may not be the best at keeping track of time, but I'm not as bad as you make me out to be, Lord Moon Carver"

"We didn't come all the way to come back out empty handed-"

Moon Carver stopped Xiao "We'll just inform the others. Besides, Liyue seems to like it here"

"I really do" Liyue piped up as she examined a rather large and exotic looking red flower in her hands, it had delicate gold carefully shaped like leaves around it, and the core almost seemed to glow. It looked artificial, yet Moon Carver swore he could feel it form where he stood, warm like a little candle, flickering along with his pulse.

Xiao sighed and relented, crossing his arms and bidding his leader goodbye, making his way back to the entrance of the abode. Moon Carver followed suit, leaving the leader of the Yaksha and the little girl to whatever they were doing.

Liyue peered at the curious flower in her hands, fingering the little gold leaves. The scarlet flower was surprisingly warm and the way it's center pulsed made her a bit sleepy...

"Liyue, look at this"

She blinked the sleep away form her blue eyes, watching as Bosacious cupped her tiny hands in his and suddenly the flower started to glow brightly, small flames replaced the seeds and Liyue gasped, almost dropping it.

The white haired man chuckled "It's ok. I've ordered the flames to not hurt you. They'll only keep you warm, shall you ever get cold"

"Really?" she asked with wide eyes, she held it closer to her face, the flames tickled her nose, causing her to wrinkle her face up. "That's very nice of you, Mister Bosacious"

He hummed and took it, pinning it to her hair "Won't it age and die?"

"No, Liyue. It's not a flower. It's just magic shaped to look like one"

Magic could really do that? Take and change shape?

"You seem amazed, Mountain Shaper has never showed you magic?"

Liyue shook her head "No, he says it's too dangerous for a kid. He said for my birthday next year he'll show me"

The little brunette yawned and leaned against the Yaksha "Are you tired, Liyue?"

She simply nodded "It's alright, sleep. I'll wake you up when you need to go"

Liyue yawned as Bosacious repositioned her and laid her head down on his lap, singing softly.

"Lavender's green, Dilly dilly, Lavender's blue.

If you love me, Dilly dilly, I will love you.

Let the birds sing, Dilly dilly, Let the lambs play.

We shall be safe, Dilly dilly, Out of harms way."

"Be careful damn it"

Liyue rolled over, only to fall and be caught by strong arms "Woah!"

She opened her eyes to see Mountain Shaper staring down at her lovingly.

"Mmmm Mounty?" she muttered.

"Mounty?" she craned her neck to see Bosacious standing there and seemingly laughing. The dark haired adpetus huffed and shifted Liyue so that she was closer to him and facing away from the Yaksha.

"I had no idea you had such a soft spot for children, Mounty" the white haired man teased, covering his ever growing smile.

Mountain Shaper growled and put Liyue into the carriage, lying her down on one side. She couldn't hear them as they two bickered slightly. Did Mountain Shaper really argue with all of the other adepti? She was too tired to hear their words... but she did hear them cuss a lot.

A few minutes later, Mountain Shaper finally stepped into the carriage, face a little flushed.

"Do you really argue with all of the other adepti?"

Mountain Shaper didn't answer her question and instead asked his own "Did you have fun with Bosacious?"

Liyue nodded as best she could lying down "I like him, he's nice, and funny, and he sings"

Mountain stared out the window as they left the adepti's palace behind "Dad likes him too"

It was silent for a moment before Liyue realized something "Did you just say you're my father?"

The adeptus jumped and shook his head "N-no. I didn't Liyue. Just, go to sleep"

Liyue sighed and snuggled into the seat, what a tsundere, as Guizhong put it "Ok... night dad"

She didn't hear him stutter to correct her. She was asleep, and they were homebound.

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What does all of this mean for our dearest Bosacious and papa Mounty? You’ll all see very soon...

[lu-undy]

(Hey it’s anon from spicy gone wrong) while Lucien’s gone Sniper does something incredible dumb that causes lu’s brand new expensive suit to be ruin (like like there is no fixing that suit it’s just gone like look at the stains and tears on it-) and everyone is just counting the seconds. Scouts laughing But inside is terrified-, medic and the others our planing his funeral, some debate on wether to call miss Pauling for this one, sniper is having pearl write his will and testimony.

Here we go, Mundy destroys a suit and fears for his very life (lol)! I hope you’ll enjoy! :D

The telephone rang in Spy's suite. Sniper ran to it and in his rush, he bumped the coffee table and a glass tumbled, spilling its content. But he was too preoccupied with the phone call to notice it. 

"Hello?" 

"Mon amour?" 

[My love?]

Lucien's voice was a delight to hear but when he called Mundy "my love", and in French at that…! Ooh…! Shivers…!

"Yeah?" 

"I'm afraid it will take longer than expected, I do apologise."

"Oh," Mundy's smile disappeared. "Ok, it's fine." 

"I am very sorry, I will get back home a bit later than expected…" Lucien apologised at the other end of the line. 

"Alright… It's fine, uh… Just be safe and uh…"

"Mon amour?" Lucien interrupted.

[My love?]

"Yeah?" 

"I miss you too, terribly so." Lucien said softly and Mundy relaxed, sighing as he longed for his lover. 

"How long do you think you'll be?" 

"Half an hour more and count another one to come back to the base."

"Alright…"

"Do you think you will survive an extra hour without me?" Lucien asked. 

"I can hear yer smirk…"

Lucien chuckled. 

"But yeah, I'll try. Love you, darl'."

"Me too, with all my heart." 

Mundy and Lucien hung up and the Aussie turned. 

"Oh bugger…" He froze and his blood turned to ice in his veins. "Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger…!"

Mundy realised he had dropped a glass of wine on Lucien's brand new suit, the one he would use to go to the opera that weekend with him. But that wasn't the worst part. The Aussie ran to the kitchen and filled a sauce pan with water. He ran at the coffee table and splashed it on the tuxedo: the wine had flowed and the flames of the fireplace had surfed on the wine to gnaw on the precious suit. 

Mundy managed to extinguish it and took the tuxedo in his hand. As all of Lucien's suits, it was tailor-made and cost a fortune and a half. As such, it was a unique model… 

"Bugger, how am I gonna fix that…?" His eyes darted left and right. 

"Meow!" Perle exclaimed.

"Engie!" Mundy answered and he took the suit in his hand, rushing to Engie's quarters. But the Texan wasn't there. "Where is he?" 

"Meow." Perle had trotted with him out of her master's suite. 

"Ah yeah, it's almost lunch time, he must be in the kitchen." 

A few seconds later, Mundy erupted in the kitchen, the burnt tuxedo in his hand and Perle on his heels. 

"Engie?" 

"Hey pardner."

All the mercenaries were there and their eyes turned to Sniper. 

"What the fuck is that?" Scout asked. And the mercenaries gasped as their gaze followed Scout's finger pointing at the ruined tuxedo.

"Engie, you gotta help me fix this, please…" Mundy laid the suit on the table, on the plates and cutlery.

"Well, Sniper, uh…" Engie scratched his bald head. 

"Please tell me you can fix it, he's gonna kill me when he gets back here!" 

"You did that?!" Scout asked. "Oh man you're dead, you're so, so dead!" He slammed his hands on his mouth, trying not to burst out in laughter. "He's gonna kill you alright and God knows if we're gonna find your pieces!"

Sniper's eyes never left Engie, his only hope. 

"How did that happen? Did you burn it?" Engie asked. 

"I didn't do it on purpose o'course but uh… yeah, and I had to put out the fire, that's why it's drenched…"

"Man it looks so expensive, he's gonna gut ya!" Scout exclaimed as he touched the fabric. 

Sniper's sweat was visible on his brow. 

"Listen, Sniper, uh, with all my PhDs, I can't fix that. I'm good with machines, robots, cars, mechanics and electronics in general. But that…? Nah, that ain't my thing… Sorry…"

"Bloody hell…" Sniper put a hand on his face. 

"Mein freund," Medic started, "simple burial or cremation? Please accept the burial, I might then as well harvest two or three things before we put the rest of your body six feet under the ground." 

"Gosh…" Sniper collapsed on a chair, his hand still on his face in shame and panic. 

"God bless your soul, Sniper." Soldier saluted his colleague. "We will say goodbye the true American way: trumpet and shots in the air. You were good son, real good, maybe even the best." Soldier removed his helmet and held it against his chest, his head low.

"Here laddie, ye might as well need some of that." Demo put his bottle of scrumpy on the table in front of Sniper. "Actually, wait…" He took a swig off it and put it back. "There." 

"Mmph! Mmmmph!" Pyro entered the room and put his balloonicorn plushie on Sniper's lap to comfort him. 

"I… Ugh…" Sniper left the kitchen and went to hide away in his den of a van. 

He locked himself up, sitting on the floor, his back on the cupboard under the sink. He was hugging the ruined suit as if life had been once there and left. Despite his colleagues trying to humour him, Mundy knew how strict his lover was on his suits. Hell, he remembered the first time he had tapped on his shoulder, it had been all friendly, at the end of a match, to congratulate Spy. But the Frenchman had spun on his heels and locked Mundy's arm behind his back with one hand while with the other, Mundy felt a blade on his throat. 

"Meow…" Perle brushed herself on him, purring to try and bring a bit of peace to him. But Mundy was still anxious. If Lucien could put a blade to his throat for touching his suit, what would he do if he had burnt and stained one? 

"Meow…?" The fluffy white cat jumped on Mundy's lap and stood on her back legs to brush her head on his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her as if it would be the last time. She purred. 

Meanwhile, Lucien had parked his car and went to his room. 

"Je suis de retour, mon amour."

[Honey, I'm home.]

Lucien got welcomed by silence. He raised an eyebrow and called. 

"Mundy?" 

No answer. The Frenchman started looking around and it only took him a minute to notice the stain of diluted wine on the carpet next to the fireplace. 

"Mundy?" He frowned and called again, but no answer. "Perle?" 

No one came trotting at him. He could feel it in his bones, something was wrong. He left his suite and headed for the living-room. 

"Gentlemen, have you seen Sniper by any chance?" 

The mercenaries froze. 

"Uh… No…" Scout answered and Spy smelled the bad lie. 

"Scout, clearly you have. Where is he?" 

Scout blushed beyond his ears and looked at Soldier and Demo for some help.

"God Bless his soul…." The American patriot removed his helmet again. "He was a good private. Strange accent for an American, but a very good comrade." 

"What are you talking about?" Spy frowned. 

"Look, lad, uh, w-we don't know where Sniper is…" 

"Why do you all look like that? Has something happened to him while I was away?" Spy asked, trying to hide how worried he was. 

Seeing his colleagues lower their heads and not answer drove him mad. 

"Answer me!" He shouted. "Where is he?!" 

"We don't know, ok?!" Scout answered back. 

"Imbéciles!" He shouted as he slammed as he slammed the door shut and ran out to the van.

[Imbeciles!]

He banged the door. 

"Mundy?! Mundy, are you here?!"

Mundy felt the heat of the shame make him melt in a pool of sweat and he held Perle closer to him still. He felt as if those were the last minutes of his life. Lucien banged on the door repeatedly again. Mundy's legs were jelly as he translated the impatience of the hard bangs of his lover as his rage… 

"Meow!" 

Lucien's pupils retracted to a dot. 

"Perle?! Ma chérie, tu es là?! Papa Mundy est avec toi?!"

[My sweetheart, are you in there? Is Papa Mundy with you?]

"Meow!" She repeated and Mundy felt betrayed by the fluffy white cat. She slipped off his arms and went to scratch the door with her claws, meowing repeatedly. 

On the other side of it, Lucien was dying of concern for his lover and why he wouldn't open his door to him. Was he that ill? Was what Soldier said to be taken literally? Had something terrible happened to Mundy while he was away? 

Lucien was not going to let any door stand between him and his lover. His professionalism came back to him in a flash of consciousness. He went to his cigarette case. He flipped it open and retrieved the pins concealed there to pick the lock. He eventually burst into the van, drowning the narrow dark space with the sunlight behind him.

"Mundy!" 

Lucien saw him sat on the floor, his head low and his arms wrapped around his legs. He threw himself at him, on his knees, paying little to not attention that his trousers might be ruined. 

"Mon amour! Is everything alright, look at me? Please!"

Lucien threw away his gloves and balaclava to better hold Mundy in his arms. 

"Mon Dieu, what is wrong with you? Are you hurt? Did something happen? Say something! Why are you alone with Perle here in the dark?!" 

"You're gonna kill me." A muffled voice answered. 

"Non! What the hell are you talking about?! I would never do such a thing! Tell me, mon amour, please, whatever it is, tell me…!" Lucien pleaded and Mundy raised his head. He was pale, more pale than Lucien, which was quite a feat as Mundy's natural skin tone was caramel because of the sun. 

"Promise me you won't be mad." Mundy looked up at Lucien who was crouching on the floor, his hands each on Mundy's cheeks. 

"Of course not, whatever it is, I won't get mad…" He answered, imagining the worst. "Y-you are seeing someone else? You want to leave me?" Lucien enquired, his voice slightly breaking. 

Mundy shook his head, still between Lucien's hands. 

"What is it then?" 

He pointed at the ruined suit on the floor next to him. 

"My suit for the opera…? What about it…?" 

And Mundy buried his head between his chest and his knees again. Lucien took the tuxedo in his hand and quickly saw the burn and stain. He smelled it and he connected it with the stain of wine he had seen in the living-room. 

"You spilled wine on my suit? But what is that? Why is it burnt? Did you get burnt? What happened?!" 

"P-promise me." Mundy implored. "Promise me you won't get mad." 

"I promise! I promise that and everything that you need and want now please, for the love of all that is holy, tell me!"

"I… When you called me, I knocked on the glass of wine and it spilled between the fireplace and the suit that was on the coffee table. I was talking to you and didn't realise things had caught on fire until I hung up… But it was too late… I-I'm sorry, love, I'll repay it to you, or-or I can repay it however you want, I swear I didn't do it on purpose… I-I'm so sorry…!"

"Oh mon Dieu…!" Lucien sighed in relief. "Oh you had me seriously worried, you and the rest of the team! Soldier seemed to say you were dying!"

"I was and I am! Cause you're gonna kill me for it!"

"Non! What the hell are you talking about! Mundy?" 

Mundy raised his eyes and Lucien cupped his face again. 

"Is that why you thought I was going to kill you?" 

Mundy nodded. 

"Mon amour, I love you more than any piece of fabric! I don't care about it! Mon Dieu I was so scared something terrible had happened to you…!" Lucien held Mundy so hard against him, he managed to pull him slightly off the ground. 

"Y-you're not mad at me?" 

"I'm furious!" He answered. "Never do that to me again! Never let me believe something bad had happened to you! You're… You're everything I have left with Perle…!" 

"So, you're not mad at me for destroying your suit?"

"Not half as much as I am for you worrying me that much!" Lucien slithered his fingers through his hair. "I will get the suit made again, that is no issue."

"I'm so sorry." 

"Forget it. The suit is immaterial and irrelevant." 

They stayed a few more minutes on the floor in the van, just enough for Mundy's skin to get their caramel tint back. 

"Je t'aime, mon coeur. The suit can get burnt as long as you are fine."

[I love you, my sweetheart.]

"Love ya too, darl'." 

They managed to stand up and share the hug they both needed. 

[fsketchart]

Daminette December - Gaming

Cursing in this one, and insert a very serious fight. Big boy fight.

Update : Almost forgot the @noirdots <<< Kudos to noirdots for being my literal motivation for all of these

Damian knew it was inevitable. He would never be able to avoid it. Marinette and Damian had both long since been engaged, and his family demanded she come around for New year's. His family took a seat at the dining table. There was silence as each Wayne member stared coldly at one another. Marinette took a seat beside Damian with a blank expression. Bruce walked into the room. Alfred followed behind him, carrying a black brief case.

They both took a seat at the table. Each family member kept their hands to themselves, each glaring daggers at eachother. They knew, this could be the end of the Wayne Family

Bruce placed the brief case down and opened it. He cleared his throat and began to speak it a tired, and sad voice.

"Welcome, to the annual winter, Family Game Night™."

Everyone looked down at their hands, refusing to make eye contact with eachother.

"Tonight, we have a list of the banned, and unbanned games. Yatzee, Monopoly, Go Fish, all banned. Tonight, it was agreed that we would be challenging for the title of champion in a game of battle ships," Bruce spoke. He then took a deep breath. Everyone was on the edge of their seats. He pulled out a paper from the brief case. His hands shook.

"However, according to rule 78, the banned games, on the occasion of a new player, are unbanned for that night." Gasps filled the room, and fear filled their eyes.

Bruce took a deep breath continued.

"And as per rule 56, any occasion that banned games are revoked from the ban list, all participants must vote on the existing pool of newly unbanned games." Shouts and protests errupted from the room.

"Do you remember what happened last time?!"

"VETO VETO VETO VETO-"

"This is a sick joke!"

"YOU MONSTER!"

"YOU WERE LIKE A FATHER TO ME-"

Bruce held up his hand. Marinette just looked concerned. She glanced at Damian who looked like he was almost in tears.

Bruce held out cards and pens for everyone. He nodded. Everyone casted their vote from the entire, long long list of banned games.

Eventually, Bruce and Alfred collected and counted the votes. Aflred's eyes went wide with shock as Bruce looked terrified. Everyone tensed up.

"We have a...close win. Monopoly™ got one less vote...than Uno™."

Gasps filled the air. Jason started yelling, while Tim flipped over a chair. Damian started arguing with Dick as Marinette just gave another concerned look. Babs and Cass could be seen asking for a revote. Stephanie was seen cackling in the corner. Alfred could be seen banging his head against the wall.

Bruce just gave a grave look. He dug through the brief case and pulled on gloves. Then, he lifted up a deck of Uno cards in a Ziploc bag. Marinette started thinking that she got more than she bargained for.

Alfred got on gloves as well, and opened the bag and started shuffling. Dick looked away while Damian shielded Marinette's eyes.

"Any rules?" Bruce asked.

Dick raised his hand, "One draw limit."

Jason raised his hand, "Stacking +2 rule."

No one objected.

Damian raised his hand, "7 and 0's rule."

Marinette raised her hand. "Challenge rule."

Everyone gasped, but otherwise were silent. Bruce dished out 7 cards to each person.

(1 draw limit - if you run out of cards to play you only draw once.

Stacking +2 - if someone before you places a +2 you can also place a +2 and make the next person in line draw 4.

7 & 0's rule - If you place a 7, you switch the hand of your deck. If you place a 0, everyone rotates their deck to the direction of the game.

Challenge - If a 4+ color change is placed, you can challenge the person who placed the card. If they fail the challenge, they draw 4. If you fail, you draw 6 instead. If a person adds a 4+ and they already had a card of the same original color in the deck, they lose the challenge. If they added a 4+ color change, and they didn't have the previous color, they win the challenge. Yes I know a lot about Uno, I play Uno religiously. Was any of this relevant to the story? Absolutely not. Sorry.)

Insert a lot of screaming.

Damian : YOU BASTARD

Jason : I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY BROTHER-

Dick : GET DUNKED ON

Bruce : yo Dick that +2 was so hip bro-

Alfred : Master Bruce stop-

Bruce : No but I'm hip-

Marinette : Ok boomer.

Dick : OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Jason : SHOT FIRED.

Tim : BOW DOWN FOOLS-

Damian : *agressive chair flip*

Stephanie : *reverse*

Cass : OK HOLD ON-

Babs : *Reverse again*

Cass : Thank you, Babs-

Stephanie : *skip*

Cass : OKAY WHAT THE FU-

Everyone : NOT IN FRONT OF HER!!!

Damian : *already shielding Marinette*

Bruce : *casually drops +4*

Dick : Am I a fucking joke to you?

Damian : *already next to Dick about to deck the halls with him*

Marinette : I'm an adult-

Alfred : Not on my watch you aren't-

Jason : *casually drops a color switch*

Tim : OK WHAT THE HELL JASON THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR YOU UNCULTURED FILTHY SWINE YOU ARE THE DIRT I STEP ON, THE SCUM I CRUSH, THE INSECURITIES I SHOVE INTO DARKNESS-

Marinette : please no

Tim : Look Jason I'm sorry I really am you're my brother and I love you and you're the best and my favorite brother-

Damian : e x c u s e m e b u t w h a t -

Dick : Have you guys heard of updog?

Everyone : Omg everyone has heard of th-

Bruce : What's updog?

Dick : ಥ‿ಥ

Everyone : Dick no-

Dick : Nothing much what's up with you- ಠ∀ಠ

Everyone : *visible distress*

Bruce : *visible confusion*

Marinette : *casually calls out uno during the whole mess*

Everyone to her : ಠ ೧ ಠ

Marinette : ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Marinette ends up winning with Damian only having one more card than she (Tim gave him a plus 2 and he fell behind because if it.)

Sorry, short end gotta study for the PSAT's which they didn't tell us about until today. The PSAT is tmr and the SAT is like 3 school days after that so yipee they never told us I love school so much WHOOP WHOOP.

Also I'll start adding a tag list next prompt or the one after that. Tmr I'm gonna be hella busy and sad so YAYYYY! ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

[imaginethathaikyuu]

Hi I’ve been reading your scenarios and I couldn’t help but see what your take on a soulmate AU for oikawa would look like (of course if it is ok with you). I really love your writing!

okay i dont even know what happened nor do i know how the fuck this got so long, i just got carried away. i told myself i didnt like soulmate au’s all that much and then i wrote one that was ten pages long. anyway, this is my take on a soulmate au. thank you for the kind words and for the request!▻fem reader

word count: 2424

Everyone wanted to be Oikawa Tooru’s soulmate. Everyone - the literal sense of the word.

Boys, girls, and everything in between or outside of the two. At least one person a day would come up to him and ask that fated question: “Can I see your tattoo?”

And Oikawa gets it, he does - having him for his soulmate would be a ticket to the top of high school’s social hierarchy. He’s not even being egotistical; it’s just the truth. Everyone knows that the person destined to be with Oikawa not only got to be with the attractive boy forever, but they also got eternal bragging rights. At times, it seemed that pride mattered more to those around him than actually finding their soulmate.

It was that reason that Oikawa never showed anyone his tattoo; not even his best of friends had seen it. And it’s not that he doesn’t, technically, want to find his soulmate - he does. Oikawa yearns to hold someone close, kiss their lips until he’s seeing stars, tell them how much he loves them - he wants to find the person who has the perfect match of his tattoo so badly.

But he knows it isn’t worth it. He’s not going to go around showing off his tattoo to everyone who asks, only to find his match and realize all they want him for is an accessory.

“My soulmate is a volleyball genius!”

“My soulmate is going to go pro one day! We’ll be rich!”

“My soulmate is the hottest guy in school!”

Those phrases and many like it bounce around in his mind any time he sees someone who he may enjoy looking at for the rest of his life. Being with someone who refers to him as their soulmate rather than their boyfriend was one of his greatest fears.

So instead of letting himself be excited at the prospect of finding his soulmate - like most others are - he forced himself to forget about the entire thing. To him, it was as if soulmates don’t even exist. The tattoo on his upper-inner arm was more like a birthmark rather than an indication of eternal love. He never looked for his soulmate, he isn’t suspicious of everyone he meets, he never even engages the idea. And that’s how he likes it.

If Oikawa never finds his soulmate, fine by him.

It was because of his attitude that he was able to go about his day normally. He was able to focus in class. He was able to have the best practice he could every single day. He was able to sit where he is now - in the lunchroom with you - and enjoy his lunch with his friend and with peace of mind.

Until that infamous question was asked again - by someone standing behind him.

“Oikawa, let me see your tattoo! I want to see if we match!”

Fuck off, he wanted to say, but he’d never allow himself to be so rude. He thought about what would happen if this random girl was his soulmate - would the universe be so cruel as to give him a soulmate who doesn’t even respect him enough to look him in the eye before speaking to him?

In the time he spent lost in thought, you spoke up for Oikawa. “Fuck off,” you said with your mouth half full, “maybe if you were more respectful, he’d show it to you. Go away.”

He heard the footsteps of the girl leaving, and that along with your frustrated face caused him to smile. You had nearly read his mind - he appreciated that about you.

“Thank you,” Oikawa said with a sigh. You gave a hum in response as you continued to eat your lunch, unaffected by the mini confrontation you just had.

After a beat of silence, Oikawa spoke again. “Y/N, it’s too hot.”

“Duh, it’s nearly summer,” you replied, fanning yourself with your hand.

“Wanna have a pool party?”

“Yes, please,” you said. “Who else is invited?”

“Iwa-chan, but he already declined,” Oikawa said. “Just me and you.”

“Perfect.”

“Come over after school, then.”

Thanks to the plans awaiting him, the rest of the school day felt neverending. Luckily for Oikawa it was Monday, meaning no practice - and while he should at least work out, he’d be damned if he put any more time between him and his pool.

He had already been swimming for at least ten minutes by the time you got to his house. When you walked through the gate you saw him in the pool, floating lazily about the water on top of a large, bright green inflatable ring.

He looked so relaxed that it made you genuinely envious, and you couldn’t wait to be floating next to him.

That’s where you were after a few minutes - both of you were laid back, quietly soaking up the sun as if you had no worries in the world.

Except, Oikawa had just one worry.

He kept looking over at you, trying his best to ensure that you weren’t looking at him. As far as he could tell, you weren’t, but he knew you could be sneaky.

He had become undyingly aware of his soulmate tattoo from the moment you stepped foot into the pool - and he had completely forgotten that this would be an issue for him.

You were one of the people he trusted most, so it’s not like it’d be the end of the world for you to see his tattoo. But all of his bad experiences - especially those he’s had while swimming - keep his anxiety at the forefront of his mind.

After three years of friendship, neither of you had seen the other’s tattoos. You had never even asked to see his - you didn’t care about that at all. That’s something he loved about you, it’s what made him keep you so close.

But Oikawa could not stop thinking about all of the times people had fooled him into showing them his tattoo. That’s usually why he swam with a shirt on, or at least something covering his arm, but today he had completely forgotten.

“Stop looking at me.”

“Sorry.”

You laughed a bit and ran your hand through your sopping wet hair. The wind was blowing, you could hear the sound of children laughing and playing a little bit down the street, and you had never been so relaxed - until you were splashed in the face by a large wave of water.

“What the fuck, Tooru?!” you yelled, thinking he had rudely splashed you. After wiping your eyes you looked over to see that wasn’t the case, instead he had fell off of his float and into the pool. You groaned, wiping the rest of the water off of your face before closing your eyes, trying to find your relaxed state again.

Oikawa was fucked.

What do I do. What do I say. How do I speak.

These are all the thoughts he had while under water. He wasn’t moving his limbs, he was just sitting under - for as long as he possibly could.

He needed air, but his need to avoid his issues mattered more.

Maybe I’m imagining things. Maybe I saw it wrong. That’s it - that’s definitely it. The heat it getting to my head.

After one more second of being alone, he stood up, reminding himself that he’s not thinking straight and that he should go inside before it gets worse.

Oikawa wiped his eyes and turned around to tell you he was done for the day. You were holding your hand up over your eyes to block the sun and get a good look at him, and he saw it again.

You were going to ask if he’s okay, but he cut you off. “What the fuck, Y/N?”

He watched your brows furrow. “The hell is your problem?”

He had to get out. He had to get away. He needed to talk to someone about this.

Except he couldn’t, because the person he always goes to for advice just so happens to be his fucking soulmate.

“Your - your tattoo.”  

God, he sounded pathetic.

Your eyes darted to your inner arm where your tattoo is, and you snorted. “Oh, yeah. I forgot you hadn’t seen it.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He was out of breath. He felt teary eyed. This entire day was fucked. He had spent all this time avoiding and hating soulmates all together that he couldn’t even be happy that he found his.

You weren’t sure what was going on, but Oikawa didn’t seem like he was dying, so you weren’t too worried.

“What about my tattoo?” you asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

Without looking at you he said, “I’ve got the same one.”

“Cool.”

His head snapped to your direction, his eyes wide - did you even care?

“What do you mean ‘cool’?”

“You don’t think it’s cool?” you asked, glancing at him.

“I don’t know, I - I need to go.” He had already been on his way to the pool’s steps by the time he finally choked out the words.

“I’m staying until sunset,” you called to him, closing your eyes and resting your head on the float. Oikawa didn’t respond.

He grabbed his towel before walking inside, dripping water on the floor but paying no mind to it. After grabbing his cell phone and clothes from his room, he went straight to the bathroom.

His face looked rough in the mirror. His eyes were red - from the pool water, but he wouldn’t doubt the tears he nearly shed contributed to the redness a bit.

This was all his fault for inviting you over to swim without even thinking - but he was trying to think of anyone else to blame.

You, for having the tattoo.

The universe for giving it to you.

Iwaizumi, for denying his invitation to swim with him.

Speaking of Iwaizumi, that’s who he was currently trying to get ahold of, but the bastard wouldn’t answer his phone.

This is definitely the universe’s fault.

It took no time for him to change into dry clothes - calling Iwaizumi three times in the process - before he went back to his bedroom.

He debated taking a nap to just check out for awhile, but that decision was made for him when his phone started ringing.

“What the fuck do you want?” he heard through the speaker as soon as he answered, “you woke me up -”

“I’m having an emergency,Y/N is my soulmate, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Where is she right now?”

“In my pool.”

“Where are you?”

“In my room.”

“You idiot.”

Oikawa gasped. “How am I an idiot?”

“You’ve finally found your soulmate - who’s hot as fuck, by the way - and instead of taking her to your bedroom, you run away from her. You’re the definition of an idiot.”

Oikawa wanted to scream - at Iwaizumi, at the world, at the universe. He doesn’t want a soulmate. You would understand him better than Iwaizumi, if only he could actually talk to you.

“She’s your soulmate for a reason, don’t be a moron and fuck up what the universe has laid out perfectly for you. Knowing Y/N, she probably doesn’t give two shits about being the Great Oikawa’s soulmate. You have nothing to worry about, dipshit.”

That’s when Oikawa heard the glass door slide open, followed by the call of his name. He quickly told Iwaizumi he had to go before rolling over onto his stomach, hiding his face in his pillow.

This is all too scary for him.

“Tooru,” you called again, going straight to his bedroom where you knew he’d be. “I forgot a change of clothes, can I borrow something?”

All Oikawa could bring himself to do was point at his drawer, which you ruffled through to find sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“It’s alright if I change in here, right? Since we’re soulmates and all?”

“No!” Oikawa said loudly into his pillow, the thought of you being naked in his room haunting his mind and his body.

You laughed all the way to the bathroom, and Oikawa wanted to take this chance to run away, but he couldn’t make himself move.

Your mood had shifted when you returned to his room. Honestly, you weren’t surprised that Oikawa is your soulmate - after all, you had never gotten along with anyone better than you had with him. But just like him, the idea of soulmates never quite mattered to you; you’d spent years watching your peers obsessing over them, making themselves upset over not having their soulmate yet, and you could never let yourself go down that rabbit hole.

Oikawa, on the other hand - you knew how he felt about the whole thing.

You laid down next to him, laying on your back and looking up at the ceiling.

“You okay?” you asked, combing your fingers through your tangled, wet hair. Oikawa didn’t respond. “Come on, Tooru, I know having me as your soulmate isn’t ideal, but it’s not the end of the world is it?”

You were party joking - but you were worried at the reaction he was having to this.

He turned his head and looked at you, and you looked at him. “Shut up.”

So, you shut up until Oikawa decided he wanted to talk to you. And it didn’t take long - he couldn’t handle being left in silence for too long. He rolled over onto his side, facing you. “Can I see it again?”

“Hypocrite,” you whispered as you lifted your left arm, pulling up your sleeve so your tattoo was visible. “I want to see yours, too, I need some proof that you’re actually my soulmate.”

Tooru pulled up the sleeve on his right arm, moving so his tattoo was visible. You rolled over to face him, getting a better look at it.

A circle with a smaller circle inside of it and a pair of crossed lines on top of them. A perfect match for yours.

“It’s weird seeing it on someone else,” you said, reaching out and running a finger over his skin.

“No kidding,” Oikawa scoffed. You couldn’t help but smile at him, the reality of the situation finally setting in.

“We’re soulmates,” you cooed, wanting to wrap him up in your arms - but that could wait. You did have forever, afterall.

“I guess so,” Oikawa responded, smiling back at you. “This is going to take some getting used to.”

“You know, they say sex with your soulmate is mind blowing.”

“Shut up.”

got a request? send it in. i’ll write it.

[starkercrossedlovers]

Samadhi

It’s not that he can’t sleep it’s just that when he does, he’s surrounded by the cold black vacuum of space, watching as an invading alien force creeps closer.

So yea, it’s not that he can’t it’s that he can’t stand what he sees when he does.

So maybe he’s not sleeping enough, and drinking too much so he blacks out instead of dreaming, but, it’s not like he doesn’t have a viable excuse.

When he shows up for a board meeting half in the bottle and falls asleep, Pepper steps in. Her eyes are full of regret and pity and he hates it. He hates how he’s letting her down, again.

Hates how she looks at him now, like he’s broken.

But, maybe he is.

He’s been beaten and bruised and almost died too many times to count and it’s not like a person can walk away from that whole.

So maybe he’s broken.

But then, everybody is a little broken.

—————————-

Pepper gives him a slip of paper with an address and a time. “Go. Just, for me?”

He can’t refuse her, not when she’s got tears sparkling in those bright eyes of hers, the ones that used to smile at him from across a room and make his heart beat faster.

Now his heart only beats faster when he’s panicking, suffering through an anxiety attack, wishing desperately that he was dead so he didn’t have to fuckin shatter every single time, unable to piece himself back together again because there’s too many pieces gone.

Like a jigsaw puzzle of the sky, he’s just a muted blueish grey, indistinct and undefinable.

So he takes the slip of paper and looks up the address. It’s a yoga studio.

Snorting, he tosses the paper in the trash and grabs a bottle of whiskey, heads for the lab.

He doesn’t need to meditate on his issues. He needs to forget them.

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When he wakes up in a pool of his own vomit in the lab two days later, he thinks that maybe it wouldn’t be so terrible to check out the yoga class. He showers, pops some Advil, drinks about a gallon of water and does some research. He learns the basic moves and buys some yoga pants and a mat and marks on his calendar the next class.

He decided to go to the early morning session—Greet the sun! it declares—and when Jarvis wakes him at 4:45am, he really, really doesn’t want to go.

But he made a promise, so he gets up, dresses, and drives over to the small studio in Queens. He can’t believe he’s going so far out of his way—he could hire a literal yogi from India to come and train him, but Pepper had insisted this was better.

He keeps his head down and sets up his mat in the back of the room, tucked into the corner where hopefully no one will notice that Tony Stark is taking a yoga class.

People filter in, chatting and laughing and he stares determinedly down at his phone, scrolling through the emails that are already starting to pile up.

“Alright guys, phones away please, let’s get started.”

The voice is firm and warm, and when he glances up he’s stunned to see a lithe, pretty boy teaching the class. He can’t be more than 19, and Tony instantly feels guilty for the way his gaze flicks over the leanly muscular boy, darting away when the kid meets his gaze with a faint smirk.

“Ok, let’s go ahead and stand tall, feet together. I want everyone to breathe deep to a count of four and exhale to a count of four.”

A mix of rainfall and jungle noises slowly filters through the room as the lights dim into a warm, orange glow.

“Good, good. Now I want you to reach up and greet the sun, thank the universe for giving you a new day.”

Tony snorts softly and does as he’s bid, but the sound must be loud enough to catch the instructor’s attention because that warm honey gaze is on him for a split second, considering and steady, and then gone.

“Very good. Now let’s bring those arms out like wings and fold down, half lift back up, there we go, and now bend again as deep as you can without hurting yourself and hold.”

Tony grimaces as his hamstrings burn and then warm, stretching slowly. It’s entirely different than boxing, too slow he thinks, but it feels good so far so he keeps going.

“Good. Now I want you to walk those hands out and spread your feet to hip width. You’re in down dog, and I want you to hold it for four breaths in and out to a count of four.”

Tony peers out the side of his eye as he breathes, watches as everyone else smiles, looking blissful and relaxed. He certainly doesn’t feel blissful, maybe a little relaxed, but he’s still not sure this is going to help in the long run.

“Good now let’s walk those hands back and roll up, head up last.”

The kid beams at everyone and nods, “Okay, let’s work!” he declares and proceeds to guide the room through an increasingly difficult series of poses.

When he glances as the clock, sweat dripping down his face he’s stunned to see they’re barely halfway through the class. He’s holding a difficult pose, a three point downward dog style, with his left leg straight in the air and it burns, and he wants to stop, but the kid hasn’t said they can move yet.

“Hey there, how you doing?”

The voice is soft and kind and he checks his periphery to find the lean legs of the instructor next to him.

“Fine,” he grunts out, arms trembling and hip aching.

“You can bring the leg down and take a breather if you need to. This isn’t about pushing, it’s about finding the sweet spot where you’re comfortably uncomfortable and holding it just shy of too long.”

He snorts at that, “Trust me kid, I’m uh, comfortably uncomfortable,” he gasps out with a wry laugh.

There’s a moment of silence and then a hand lands on his thigh and applies pressure, “Go ahead and bring that leg down,” he says, and Tony realizes it’s to the whole room.

The hand stays there as he lowers his leg, hot and heavy and a new kind of heat blooms in the cradle of his hips.

“Switch legs please.”

And then he’s gone, making a circuit around the room to talk to students, laughing and showing concern where it’s needed, and Tony can’t help but track him, wishing distantly that he’d come back and touch him again.

“Good, transition into low lunge please, left leg back. Now lift those arms and rise up about two inches, then back down.”

His thighs burn and ache and he’s dripping sweat but he’s doing it, he’s in some kind of zone, his breathing loud and steady in his ears as he flows.

They flow from a low lunge into warrior three, balancing before coming back down into the lunge and turning into warrior two, hands pressing out—“Push away all the anxiety and worries, breathe out the bad and imagine the good as you inhale.”

It’s kitschy and dumb and he’d make fun of it if he couldn’t so clearly picture all his anxieties and fears being pushed away. It’s refreshing and soothing and he finds himself sinking deeper into the soft sensation that seems to be wrapped around him.

They repeat the poses on the right side and before he knows it they’re going through down dog and then into child’s pose to just breathe. The background sounds playing shut off and it’s just silence in the room. The lights fade off and he closes his eyes, muscles shaking and body soaked in sweat.

“I want you all to just breathe, to listen to your heart beat and your lungs inhale and exhale. Let the silence wrap around you and just be a part of the world around you.”

He feels stretched, weak and shivery, his heart beating faster than normal as he breathes, letting his mind drift.

“Please be conscious of your fellow classmates as you leave, and have a blessed day.”

He hears people shuffling and rising, whispering as they leave and he drifts, the white noise of the room and the darkness tugging at his mind, stars dancing behind his eyes.

A looming presence fills his minds eye, a titan on a throne, ships flanking it, spreading out further than his mind can comprehend. His breathing grows shallow and rapid as his heart lurches and thunders.

The silence is overwhelming, crushing him in on all sides and oh god, he’s going to die here in this void...

“Hey there, how are you doing?”

A hand lands on his shoulder and he gasps, too loud, his whole body flinching under the touch. It quickly retreats and he’s shaking, gasping and fighting tears, and oh god, his left arm is numb, it’s not supposed to be like this.

Stop stop stop he begs his body, please stop

He doesn’t realize he’s said it out loud until there’s a presence beside him, warm and reassuring, whispering—“Ok, I’ve stopped, I’m not touching you. Can you please do something for me? I want you to breathe in to a count of four and hold it for two and then back out for four, okay? Here I’ll do it with you.”

Breathe

He can do that

He inhales slowly, chest shuddering the whole time as tears slide down his cheeks.

“Good Tony, that’s so good. Now I want you to breathe in to a count of six and hold for three and then back out. I’ll do it with you.”

They breathe

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale

His chest stops shuddering

“So good Tony, you’re doing amazing sweetie.”

He shivers at the soft name, and sniffles, exhaling unsteadily before breathing in slowly.

“T-t-Thank you.”

It takes him three tries to get the words out and there’s a moment of silence before the kid speaks.

“Of course. May I touch you?”

He nods and a moment later a hand is on his shoulder, firm but gentle. “I want you to take a deep breath and then push your legs back and rise into down dog, okay? When you’re ready,” he murmurs, kind and firm and it’s exactly what Tony needs.

He takes a few breaths and then pushes back, head dropping between his arms and eyes falling open slowly. The hand at his shoulder hasn’t left, and this time it rubs gently over his shoulder blades, comforting and warm.

“Very good. Now walk your hands back and roll up, slowly,” he orders, voice low and commanding, but still friendly and warm. Tony keeps his eyes open, breathing slowly as he rises up, and when he’s upright fully, the instructor moves to stand in front of him. His eyes are warm with concern and Tony ducks his chin, ashamed of his reaction and the panick attack that’s left him weak and shaky.

“Hey, Tony?” A hand lands on his shoulder and he looks up, surprised at how close the kid is. He’s even prettier up close. “You don’t have to be ashamed. I get them too.” At his stunned look the kid nods and then gestures to the floor, “Sit and drink some water, I’ll be right back.”

Tony sort of slumps down and takes a long drag from his water bottle, leans back against the cool concrete wall, the chill of it soothing to his overheated skin. The kid comes back with his own bottle of water, a yoga mat and a chocolate bar. He sinks down beside Tony and situates himself before breaking a piece off the candy bar and hands it to Tony with a grin, “Eat.”

Tony obeys, a little stunned by how commanding such a young sweet looking kid is. The chocolate melts on his tongue, sweet and warm and the shakes in his hands slow as he sucks on it till it’s gone.

“I’m Peter, by the way,” the kid says with a sideways grin, “Peter Parker.”

Tony smiles faintly and shakes the kid’s hand, “Tony Stark,” he murmurs, both of them laughing a little at the inanity of the most famous man in the world introducing himself.

They’re silent a moment before he ventures, “You said you get them too?” Peter nods and breaks off more chocolate for each of them.

“My parents died in a car accident when I was a baby so my aunt and uncle raised me. Ben and I were out together the day the Chitauri attacked, just getting back from a baseball game, and, uh,” he takes a shaky breath and shakes his head, “Part of a building collapsed on us. I held his hand while he bled out and then laid there, waiting to die.”

Peter stares at the ground and Tony can see it all too easily, the dust and grime and blood of that day streaked across that pretty face. “You and Captain America dug me out and then I saw you go up into the portal and...” he sighs heavily, “I woke up three days later in the hospital and haven’t been able to sleep without a light on in a year.”

Tony tells him slowly, stumblingly of what it was like in that black hole, of how he can’t sleep, how all he sees is death, coming for them all, and when the tears come again, Peter pulls his head onto his shoulder and holds him close, whispering soft soothing things.

It’s...nice

So he comes back

Again

And again

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Peter holds him against his chest, lips teasing at his ear as he rolls his hips gently up into Tony’s. He’s in lotus pose on Peter’s lap, the kid’s cock deep inside him, rolling into him slowly, stretching and pushing him gently into each cresting wave of pleasure.

It takes forever to cum like this, but Tony adores it when it does happen because it’s soft and warm and it feels like coming home. Peter holds him through it, whispering soft lovely things in his ear, breath hot on his sweaty skin.

“Good job sweetie, you’re so good for me Tony. Look how pretty you are, god baby I love you.”

Peter doesn’t care that he cries after, just holds him a little tighter, grounding him in his arms. “You’re safe, I’ve got you baby, I’ve got you.”

And he is, safe, because even if that void opens inside him, yawning and horrifying, Peter is right there to pull him out, hold him close and love him back to life.

@hpspazz this one’s for you! 😘 @thebadthingshappen @sluttystarker @pantastic-peach

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A Stranger Things Fanfic

Chapter Two- Part Two

   Phina sits awkwardly in the back seat of Barb's car. Not wanting to be there at all. They drove towards Steve's house, the houses in the area becoming bigger and more separated. They were in the rich side of Hawkins, where people like the oh so lovely Harrington's lived.

   "Barb, pull over," Nancy suddenly says.

   "What?" Barb asks.

   "Pull over," Nancy repeats.

   Barb does what she's told and parks the car on the side of the road, "What are we doing here, his house it three blocks away."

   Phina sits forward so she's apart of the conversation, "Yeah, if I'm gonna be dragged here, I at least want to drive all the way there."

   "We can't park in the driveway," Nancy says.

   Phina rolls her eyes as Barb says, "are you serious?"

   "This is so stupid, I'm just gonna drop you off," Barb says.

   "Barb, come on. You promised that you'd go, you're coming, we're gonna have a great time," Nancy said.

   "He just wants to get in your pants," Barb exclaimed.

   "No he doesn't," Nancy smiled.

   "Yeah he does Nance," Phina piped in, "that's literally all he wants. Like, legitimately all he wants."

   "He invited you to his house, his parents are not home, come on you are not this stupid," Barb adds.

   "Tommy H and Carol are going to be there," Nancy tries to reason.

   "Tommy and Carol have been having sex since 7th grade," Barb says.

   "Yeah, it'll probably be like a big orgy, which I do not want to be a part or even a witness of," Phina agrees with Barb, adding in a little gag for emphasis.

   Nancy scoffs, "gross."

   "I'm serious," Barb says.

   "All right well, you guys can be like my guardians," Nancy smiles at them, starting to take her shirt off, "all right. Make sure I don't get drunk and do anything stupid."

   Nancy completely takes her shirt off and Barb looks at her, "is that a new bra?"

   Nancy looks at Barb, then Phina, before looking back down, "no."

   "Liar," Phina laughs, she knew for a fact it was, because Phina had been there when she bought it.

   "Shut up," Nancy laughs back and turns around to playfully hit her sister.

   The three girls stand at Steve's doorway and Nancy rings the bell. Barb shuffles nervously for a few seconds which causes Nancy to look at her.

   "Barb, chill."

   "I'm chill," Barb says quietly.

   "I'm not, I don't want to be here," Phina snorts.

   The doors open at that moment, and Steve looks at all of them, his eyes meeting Phina's. Her eyes were already lit with up like fire, and he didn't know why that made him want to squirm.

   "Hello ladies," he smirks, trying to put on his I don't care attitude.

   "Hello asshole," Phina smirks back before pushing past him and into his house.

   "Phina!" Nancy shrieks.

   "No no Nance. I probably deserved that," Steve laughs.

   "Damn straight," Phina mumbles.

   Steve leads the girls out to his backyard, which has a steaming pool in it. Phina quickly finds a chair and sits in it trying to avoid Tommy and Carol. Barb copies her, looking extremely uncomfortable. Tommy grabs Carol and pretends he was going to throw her into the pool. She lets out a high pitched scream.

   Tommy lifts her up and counts, "one, two three!"

   "You're such an asshole!" Carol shrieks at Tommy.

   Steve suddenly stands up with a beer, shotgunning the entire thing. Phina glared at the back of his head the whole time, silently calling him every nasty word she could think of. He pretends like he doesn't feel the heat of her gaze on him and smirks.

   He falls down into a lounging chair and Nancy smiles at him, "is that supposed to impress me?"

   "You're not," he asks, as cocky as ever.

   Nancy smiles, "you are a cliche, you do realize that?"

   "You are a cliche, with what. Your grades, and your band practice," he fires back, lightning a cigarette.

   Nancy laughs, "so not in band."

   "Ok, party girl, why don't you just show us how it's done then," he says, handing her the knife.

   Phina rolls her eyes as Nancy agrees. She knew her sister wanted to impress Steve, and that clouded any and all reason that she had. Her sister had only ever had a glass of champagne on New Years, if she thought she could keep up with Steve, and his little cronies, she was way out of her league.

   "You gotta make a little hole, right at the bottom," Steve said.

   "I got it," Nancy said, proud of herself.

   "Yeah, she's smart, you douche," Tommy laughed and crushed a beer can on his forehead, and throwing it at the ground.

And you're definitely not, Phina thought to herself in answer.

   Nancy made the hole and started to drink, Steve started chanting, "chug, chug, chug."

   Tommy and Carol joined in, their voice growing louder and louder, making Phina glare at them. She had been glaring a lot that night, she wouldn't be surprised if she got stuck like that.

   Nancy finished drinking and dropped the can, taking a bow. Phina, for the tenth time since she got here, rolled her eyes, again, she thought she'd get stuck like that. Steve saw her do this and got an idea, one that he surely thought would put her in her place.

   "What, think you can do better, red?"

   Phina glared at him, "I know I could."

   "Then do it," Steve challenged her, the tone of his voice striking her ego.

   Phina's eyes were an emerald fire, burning Steve as they searched his own eyes. Phina stood up quickly and grabbed the beer and knife, she'd done this before, multiple times actually, the first time being at a party she snuck away to a few summers ago. Her and Jonathan had gotten into a fight that night, so she wanted to take her anger out. She went to the party to get wasted and get in a fight, both of which she'd exceeded in doing.

   She made the hole in the can and started to drink, the bitter liquid sliding across her tongue. Everyone was silent as she drank, tension building in the air. She finished faster the both Nancy and Steve.

   Everyone was quiet as she threw the beer down, and bowed to Steve mockingly, a vicious smirk on her lips, "told you."

   Steve watched her closely, almost as if he was trying to read her. He couldn't, no, she surrounded her self in a shield of vicious confidence that irked Steve. Her ego matched his and they were a nuclear bomb just waiting to go off whenever they were near each other.

   Phina scowled at him, not liking the way he tried to see past her walls. She had spent years building them up, and she was not about to let some stupid jock get past them.

   Nancy then stepped in, trying to diffuse the tension in the air, "Barb do you want to try."

   "No, no I don't want to, thanks," Barb tried to say.

   Phina broke eye contact with Steve when she heard the uncomfortable tone in Barb's voice. Her eyes softened, the fire dying out.

   "Come on," Nancy said.

   "Nance, I didn't want to," Barb pleaded.

   Phina shook her head at Nancy, "she doesn't want to Nance, leave her alone."

   "Come on, its fun," Nancy ignored Phina, grabbing the knife from her sister's hand.

   "Nance," Barb pleaded again.

   Nancy bent over, grabbing a beer from and put the beer and knife in Barb's hand, "just give it a shot."

   Barb stood up reluctantly, "ok."

   Phina silently cursed Nancy and looked at Barb worriedly. Barb was definitely not the type of girl to do things like this, and Phina was angry at her sister for not caring about her best friends feelings.

   Barb put the knife to the beer, mumbling slightly. She pressed the knife down and it slid, cutting her thumb.

   "Are you ok," Nancy asked.

   Phina walked over to help, "Barb!"

   "I'm fine."

   "You're bleeding," Nancy said, trying to grab Barb's hand.

   "I'm fine," Barb said sternly, she turns towards Steve, "where's your bathroom?"

   He stands up and awkwardly gives her directions to the bathroom, Barb leaves and disappears into the house. It's quiet for a moment, before Tommy decides to push Carol into the pool. She starts yelling at him, but he dives in after her, silencing her with the giant splash of water.

   Steve pushes Nancy in and turns towards Phina. She scowls at him, which he answers with an infuriating smirk.

   "You push me in, I'll cut off all your hair," is all she says.

   "It'll grow back," he shrugs and hauls her over his shoulder, jumping into the pool.

   Phina's head comes out of the water and she gasps for air. She turns around to yell at Steve, but he tackles her back underwater. He holds her around her waist, keeping her below the water. Her skin grows hot beneath his touch, her anger like a fire in her veins. The heat radiating off of her was actually uncomfortably warm, unnatural. He loosens his arms, just enough for her to escape.

   Phina pushes him away and resurfaces, finding her sister laughing at her. Steve comes out up and she turns to him, absolutely livid.

   "I'm going to kill you," she shouts.

   "Come at me then red," he jokes, already pushing the feel of her warm skin beneath his hands from his mind.

   He goes over to Nancy, still smirking at Phina until he pulls Nancy into his arms. They turn away from Phina and she angerly gets out of the pool. No one chooses to care.

   "Nancy, I'm going home, don't worry I'll still cover for you," Phina says, even though Nancy doesn't even notice. She grabs a towel and Storms towards the gate, again, no one chooses to notice.

   Steve does notice though. He watches as she leaves through the back gate, glancing behind her one last time. Their eyes meet and she glares at him before walking through the gate and slamming it harshly.

   Steve winces a little. He was used to her anger, he had been a victim of it ever since their sixth grade year when Carol had gone a little to far while bullying Phina, but this was different. His heart actually stuttered slightly when she glared at him, feeling guilty for making her upset. Why? He had no clue, none whatsoever.

   Phina walks down the road, kicking a rock as she goes. She shivers as the cold sets in, her entire body shaking. She glances down at her tattoo and shakes her head, not here, she thinks to herself. Phina lets her eyes travel, looking for somewhere secure.

   Her eyes find an opening into the thick trees of the forest, where she knew a shortcut to her house was at, where she knew no one would see her. Once she'd walked far into the dense forest, she closed her eyes and focused.

   Jonathan walked back to his car, his camera hanging from his neck, as he looked back into the forest one last time, hoping to see Will, he saw a golden light shining deep in the heart of the forest. It shinned brightly for a few moments, before disappearing all together.

   Jonathan turned towards his car, and convinced himself it wasn't real.

   On the other side of her short cut, Phina emerged from the forest, completely dry.

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Craving You. Chapter19

A/N; Hi ya’ll, I am so sorry that it took forever to get this out to you. I have ran into a bunch of issues that have been recently cleared up. It constituted to writers block. But thanks to a wonderful anonymous person who pushed me to write helped me get back into writing. I hope this chapter is ok because I had no idea where to go with it at first. Only one more chapter to go sadly but thank you all so much for sticking around and telling me that you like it. This is my first ever series that is based on the song Craving You from Thomas Rhett. Also a huge thank you to Lakota @mein1928 with her help on editing some coma’s and such, I am a horrible person when it comes to coma and editing sentences. Also to Gaynor @secretlyfurrydragon she encourages me and keeps me motivated even when she’s sick as a dog to help me beta to. Without those two I’d be stuck. So thank you both.. Keep in mind that this is an Au alternate universe where Jensen is single and its just for enjoyment and to keep my head sane. Writing is my only thing I have to keep fighting everyday. I love you guys, and thank you again for the amazing comments. You are all awesome.. Please don't copy and paste on other sites reblog and comments are ok just no reposting. Thank u. Love ya all

Warnings: Gunfire, character injured, fighting, cussing, angst stuff..

Pairing; Jensen and Reader, Jared padalecki Gabriel, Kali, Cassie, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pelegrín, Bobby, Garth, Hendrixson, Jeffrey dean Morgan,

Jared’s POV

Moments before we were to go into the building to get Jensen and Kali out, Jeff’s cellphone had gone off with a list of download files, of so called employees that were in on this. We all took a good look at it, then we prepared to go into the building to get the innocents out. The second text Jeff got from HQ was an idea of the whereabouts of where Jensen and Kali may be, she had scouted the building herself on the down low before she had gotten caught but she was able to sent the information in they needed. Thanks to her doing that, we can rescue them and others that may be held against their will and we won’t be stumbling around in the dark looking for them.

“Alright, listen up you yahoos. No daring rescues, you follow my commands and keep your eyes open. Look all angles before you proceed, Jared and I will go in first, clear, then move on. You see anyone that is not on this list, get them out and have them stay by the van for safety. Rufus will be there to help them as well as Garth. Do I make myself clear on this?” he looked at all of us.

We all agreed and gave him our word we do as he said, then we put our tactical gear on for our protection, I held my breath a moment to pray to god that Jensen was ok. He’s like a brother to me and we have been in situations before where either he or I had no way out, but we always managed to rescue each other. But it’s always the same, because you never know if this may be his last. All situations are different, and it killed me to know I was this close to him. My heart pounded trying to push down my thoughts as we entered.

We pulled together and entered the building, people who were in there were looking at us freaked out a bit, but we showed them our ID’s and they were escorted out the building. We then took the stairwell and we looked before we opened the door to make sure no one else was hiding in there, then proceeded on Jeff’s command. The sounds of our boots echoed on the metal stairwell, and I kept thinking God don’t let anyone hear us coming because they could do anything to Jensen and Kali. I shook my head at the thought, Jeff opened the last door and we went into a hallway that was dark and very gloomy. Reminded me of a antique basement in some old house. There were no doors or windows and lights that shown above us were weak, not showing off a lot as our shadows moved across the walls.

Jeff held his hand back telling us to stop, he looked at me. “I hear gunfire, I want you all to be careful from here on out. Look for anything suspicious, Kali did say the door was built into the cement wall to make it look like nothing was there. Look for any cracks or anything, I’ll go this way, and you go straight take Gabe with you. Hendrixson and I will stay together.”

I nodded my head and we went to where we heard the gun fire. Once there, we were close enough to see someone coming out, I recognized her from the files. I let her walk away as I snuck up on her and covered her mouth from behind. “Do not make a sound, you do and it’ll be the last you ever do. Understand?” She nodded her head then I turned her around to face me. “How many are in there?”

She swallowed. “Everyone, good luck getting your friend back.” I narrowed my eyes at her in hate, then past her off to Gabe he took her out in handcuffs.

Turning back around, Gabe was able to open the door slightly. I told Jeff where we were and they came up in the rear as we all went in. “FBI! EVERYONE GET DOWN NOW!” I scanned the area to see where everyone was and what we were dealing with. To my surprise, Jensen and Kali had it under control.

Jensen’s POV,

After Mark was spilling my life to Y/N, I wanted to punch him so hard in the face and make him wish he never said anything. But that’s how Mark is, he’s vindictive and in order to get things done his own way he will do whatever it took. He walked over to me, took the back of my head in his grasp and bent my head back and looked me in the eyes, “How does it feel to have your life taken away Lieutenant?” He said with a evil sounding laugh.

I jerked my head back out of his grasp and showed him, I gathered enough strength to slam my forehead into his nose knocking him off balance. He stumbled backwards holding his nose that was now bleeding from the hit. Two of the goons that were holding me forced me down on my knees.

Mark stood really close and over me, he took a knife from his pocket moved it to my neck. I felt the blade nick my skin as I hiss. “Try it again and it won't be just a nick.” He then walked away from me and over to Cassie who was at Y/N’s side and dangerously close. “I want you to go to the front office and let everyone know they can leave for the day. Don’t give any inclinations of what’s really going on. If they ask questions, just tell them that we had a leak in the building or something. Understand?” He kissed her cheek and gave her a smile.

“Hm, what about her?” She took her hand to his cheek as she rubbing gently down his face.

“I’ll deal with her personally, right now we just need everyone out of the building so no one will get suspicion with what’s really happening,” he winked at her then kissed her.

She started to walked off, but Y/N had other ideas, I saw her place her foot out and Cassie not seeing it, tripped over it and landed face first on the ground. I tried to get away because I knew what was going to happen. Mark goes over to her and slaps her so hard it echoed in the room as her head jolts back with the slap as a red mark appears on her face. “Try it again you little bitch and it’ll be your last time,” he hissed at her.

He helped Cassie up and what I saw next was a surprise as my heart jumped, Kali was free from her ropes and jumped up to help Y/N, the goon holding me wouldn't let me go, so I couldn’t help her, I was still in handcuffs, but Kali had slid the keys to me which I grabbed before the goon could reach them. We fought as Mark Sheppard came from behind me and jumped on my back. His arms wrapped around my neck and forced me to bend backwards. I was struggling to breath, as he had me in a choke hold. I heard the gun go off in front of me, I then managed to put my full force into elbowing Mark Sheppard in the stomach as he fell down gasping for air. I then with Bobby’s help managed to uncuff one cuff, then turn around in time to knock Mark S out and the goon try to leave the room.

Cassie had left the room, Jared had busted in with the rest of the guys, Mark P stood there with his hands up in the air after Kali had control of him. My heart froze when I saw Y/N laying on her back on the ground with a pool blood beneath her.

Once I knew everyone was contained and handcuffed, I ran over to Y/N’s side. She wasn't moving, and barely breathing. I swallowed hard and looked up at Jared, “Call an ambulance, now!” I ordered him and tried to kneel as close as I could to her. My hands were shaking when I tried to hold her, but I remembered we weren't supposed to move them.

Jeff came over to me after clearing the room as he kneel down to check the wound. “Shit! I can’t tell if there is an exit wound,” as he took in a harsh breath.

“F-From the way it looks,” I tried to speak but I couldn’t as my heart felt like it literally stopped beating.

Jared came over to me and tapped my shoulder, “Ambulance is on the way, we have them all handcuffed and Hendrixson has Peligrino in cuffs and chains.”

I heard him talking but inside my head it was just noise, I was so worried about

Y/N, that I didn’t care what happened to me right now or anyone else. She wasn't moving, the color in her face drained from beautiful rosey red to pale white almost in seconds. Her forehead was covered in sweat, hair was matted, I took my right hand and removed some stray strands back from her face to see her. “Y/N? I’m right here ok? I’m here baby, and I’m not leaving you. Please hold on for me. I.. I love you.” I bent down to kiss her lips, they were turning blue and covered in her blood. “Don’t you give up you hear me!” I begged her, maybe a bit angrily, but I was trying to hold back a sob. Tears started to fall from my eyes, I would wipe it away and another one would follow. I then gently kissed her forehead and held her hand in mine. I closed my eyes a moment to say a silent prayer that YN’s going to be alright.

Jared’s POV

Moments before we were to go into the building to get Jensen and Kali out, Jeff’s cellphone had gone off with a list of download files, of so called employees that were in on this. We all took a good look at it, then we prepared to go into the building to get the innocents out. The second text Jeff got from HQ was an idea of the whereabouts of where Jensen and Kali may be, she had scouted the building herself on the down low before she had gotten caught but she was able to sent the information in they needed. Thanks to her doing that, we can rescue them and others that may be held against their will and we won’t be stumbling around in the dark looking for them.

“Alright, listen up you yahoos. No daring rescues, you follow my commands and keep your eyes open. Look all angles before you proceed, Jared and I will go in first, clear, then move on. You see anyone that is not on this list, get them out and have them stay by the van for safety. Rufus will be there to help them as well as Garth. Do I make myself clear on this?” he looked at all of us.

We all agreed and gave him our word we do as he said, then we put our tactical gear on for our protection, I held my breath a moment to pray to god that Jensen was ok. He’s like a brother to me and we have been in situations before where either he or I had no way out, but we always managed to rescue each other. But it’s always the same, because you never know if this may be his last. All situations are different, and it killed me to know I was this close to him. My heart pounded trying to push down my thoughts as we entered.

We pulled together and entered the building, people who were in there were looking at us freaked out a bit, but we showed them our ID’s and they were escorted out the building. We then took the stairwell and we looked before we opened the door to make sure no one else was hiding in there, then proceeded on Jeff’s command. The sounds of our boots echoed on the metal stairwell, and I kept thinking God don’t let anyone hear us coming because they could do anything to Jensen and Kali. I shook my head at the thought, Jeff opened the last door and we went into a hallway that was dark and very gloomy. Reminded me of a antique basement in some old house. There were no doors or windows and lights that shown above us were weak, not showing off a lot as our shadows moved across the walls.

Jeff held his hand back telling us to stop, he looked at me. “I hear gunfire, I want you all to be careful from here on out. Look for anything suspicious, Kali did say the door was built into the cement wall to make it look like nothing was there. Look for any cracks or anything, I’ll go this way, and you go straight take Gabe with you. Hendrixson and I will stay together.”

I nodded my head and we went to where we heard the gun fire. Once there, we were close enough to see someone coming out, I recognized her from the files. I let her walk away as I snuck up on her and covered her mouth from behind. “Do not make a sound, you do and it’ll be the last you ever do. Understand?” She nodded her head then I turned her around to face me. “How many are in there?”

She swallowed. “Everyone, good luck getting your friend back.” I narrowed my eyes at her in hate, then past her off to Gabe he took her out in handcuffs.

Turning back around, Gabe was able to open the door slightly. I told Jeff where we were and they came up in the rear as we all went in. “FBI! EVERYONE GET DOWN NOW!” I scanned the area to see where everyone was and what we were dealing with. To my surprise, Jensen and Kali had it under control.

Jensen’s POV,

After Mark was spilling my life to Y/N, I wanted to punch him so hard in the face and make him wish he never said anything. But that’s how Mark is, he’s vindictive and in order to get things done his own way he will do whatever it took. He walked over to me, took the back of my head in his grasp and bent my head back and looked me in the eyes, “How does it feel to have your life taken away Lieutenant?” He said with a evil sounding laugh.

I jerked my head back out of his grasp and showed him, I gathered enough strength to slam my forehead into his nose knocking him off balance. He stumbled backwards holding his nose that was now bleeding from the hit. Two of the goons that were holding me forced me down on my knees.

Mark stood really close and over me, he took a knife from his pocket moved it to my neck. I felt the blade nick my skin as I hiss. “Try it again and it won't be just a nick.” He then walked away from me and over to Cassie who was at Y/N’s side and dangerously close. “I want you to go to the front office and let everyone know they can leave for the day. Don’t give any inclinations of what’s really going on. If they ask questions, just tell them that we had a leak in the building or something. Understand?” He kissed her cheek and gave her a smile.

“Hm, what about her?” She took her hand to his cheek as she rubbing gently down his face.

“I’ll deal with her personally, right now we just need everyone out of the building so no one will get suspicion with what’s really happening,” he winked at her then kissed her.

She started to walked off, but Y/N had other ideas, I saw her place her foot out and Cassie not seeing it, tripped over it and landed face first on the ground. I tried to get away because I knew what was going to happen. Mark goes over to her and slaps her so hard it echoed in the room as her head jolts back with the slap as a red mark appears on her face. “Try it again you little bitch and it’ll be your last time,” he hissed at her.

He helped Cassie up and what I saw next was a surprise as my heart jumped, Kali was free from her ropes and jumped up to help Y/N, the goon holding me wouldn't let me go, so I couldn’t help her, I was still in handcuffs, but Kali had slid the keys to me which I grabbed before the goon could reach them. We fought as Mark Sheppard came from behind me and jumped on my back. His arms wrapped around my neck and forced me to bend backwards. I was struggling to breath, as he had me in a choke hold. I heard the gun go off in front of me, I then managed to put my full force into elbowing Mark Sheppard in the stomach as he fell down gasping for air. I then with Bobby’s help managed to uncuff one cuff, then turn around in time to knock Mark S out and the goon try to leave the room.

Cassie had left the room, Jared had busted in with the rest of the guys, Mark P stood there with his hands up in the air after Kali had control of him. My heart froze when I saw Y/N laying on her back on the ground with a pool blood beneath her.

Once I knew everyone was contained and handcuffed, I ran over to Y/N’s side. She wasn't moving, and barely breathing. I swallowed hard and looked up at Jared, “Call an ambulance, now!” I ordered him and tried to kneel as close as I could to her. My hands were shaking when I tried to hold her, but I remembered we weren't supposed to move them.

Jeff came over to me after clearing the room as he kneel down to check the wound. “Shit! I can’t tell if there is an exit wound,” as he took in a harsh breath.

“F-From the way it looks,” I tried to speak but I couldn’t as my heart felt like it literally stopped beating.

Jared came over to me and tapped my shoulder, “Ambulance is on the way, we have them all handcuffed and Hendrixson has Peligrino in cuffs and chains.”

I heard him talking but inside my head it was just noise, I was so worried about

Y/N, that I didn’t care what happened to me right now or anyone else. She wasn't moving, the color in her face drained from beautiful rosey red to pale white almost in seconds. Her forehead was covered in sweat, hair was matted, I took my right hand and removed some stray strands back from her face to see her. “Y/N? I’m right here ok? I’m here baby, and I’m not leaving you. Please hold on for me. I.. I love you.” I bent down to kiss her lips, they were turning blue and covered in her blood. “Don’t you give up you hear me!” I begged her, maybe a bit angrily, but I was trying to hold back a sob. Tears started to fall from my eyes, I would wipe it away and another one would follow. I then gently kissed her forehead and held her hand in mine. I closed my eyes a moment to say a silent prayer that YN’s going to be alright.

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[00psforgottogiveafuck]

First of all....

Go ahead, play victim like usual, it's always been what you were good at, along with wallowing in self pity. And no, I'm not saying I was the best or greatest when we were together, I definitely made a lot of mistakes, but I wasn't the only one that had faults and made mistakes , and it's not like from day 1 I didn't warn you and tell you time after time how unstable I was and not good for you I was and etc at the time. And go ahead, shame me for being an addict when i warned you and told you about my addiction and the extent of it from day 1 too. But who chose to dive in anyway? You. When obviously if someone explains the depth of my addiction and instability, as I did to you at the time, wouldn't you think that person is also currently in a pretty vulnerable state? And so you choose to pursue shit with me anyway. I'm in no way whatsoever saying my part of the relationship was ok or right or whatever cause it wasn't. But stop pulling this victim shit cause I literally warned you how I was and the shit I do so you knew exactly what you would be walking into, and guess what you did? Wilfully sprinted straight into the fire. And on top of being thoroughly warned and knowingly entered that relationship when you knew how unstable I was, I wasn't the only one to make mistakes either, I wasn't the only one who was wrong, I wasn't the only wrong one. You made mistakes too. I'm not gonna put your mistakes on blast and start posting them publically on the internet for anyone and everyone to read like you did with my addiction to shooting up meth because I'm an adult unlike some people and am above that and more mature than that and frankly I'm just not the type of person to put other people's personal issues and business out there for others to see or hear because I'm a actually somewhat of a decent human being, but one thing I can say that isn't crossing that boundary is this..

You not only too made mistakes, but you didn't help my side either. You smothered me as I gasped for air and anytime I'd try come up for air, you dragged me straight back down. That's all anyone needs to know cause even though this rant is even happening, I'm not gonna tell any of your personal shit.

And just so you know, I don't dream about you, I don't think I let the one get away as you obviously think I did, I know there is greatness and happiness and exactly what was meant to be out there for me, despite what you say about me deserving to live a long miserable life, and unlike your wishes for me, I really do wish you the best Coral, I'd never wish upon someone the things you did to me, and even though you did so, I know I'm bigger than that and I could never wish that upon another human being, especially one I used to care so deeply about. So I wish you all the best and happiness and success in life, and I really hope one day you grow up and allow yourself to receive that. What you do with that is on you. I will continue to grow and find happiness as I have been, I hope you start that journey as well, I started that journey long ago and I promise you it's a much better direction than drowning yourself in that pool of self pity I spoke of earlier and holding all this beyond unnecessary hate and anger inside of you.

(P.S. my mom does not ask about you. She hasn't since before the last few months of us cause quote on quote her words were "woah I thought you finally found a normal one but nevermind, add this to the list of all your crazy exes" and anytime I mention anything that just may even refer to something during the time we were together or just bring up a memory of you or a time we were together she says "oh please tell me you're not talking to that crazy little girl again." Just thought I'd clarify the facts of things that you brought up may or could be happening in my life currently and let you be aware of that since you had so many hopes and wishes to do with my current life)

Best wishes Coral.

[multifandom-damnation]

I never wanted to change

In my life, I’ve found that you have to unlearn a lot.

I never expected my life to change so much. I’m 17 and already, I’ve gone through changes that other boys my age could only marvel at.

I’ve never wanted to change, but to better suit the people around me- I’ve had to.

It seems cruel. You spend so much of your life trying to please people, and then it’s all turned around and you end up changing who you are to please others.

My hands, the same, but much different.

My words? Sometimes, I don’t even know if I’m the one saying them. They seem so odd to me, like ill-fitting teeth.

I don’t know how to fix it, really. People tell me to fight, but I never wanted that. I just wanted to be left alone.

That’s all I still want.

I never wanted to fight, not for me, not for the city, not for anyone. I just wanted to be a normal kid, going to school, cheating on tests, pranking teachers with whoopee cushions and stink bombs, changing the speakers to play “The Macarena” for the recess bells. Competing in gymnastics tournaments, going ice skating at Christmas, studying for finals, going to the circus and watching the jugglers making balls fall in different patterns and acrobats fly across the stadium with every daring leap.

I think my life started to change when Dick’s parents fell those agonising feet to the hard circus floor and collapsed in a silent and unmoving pile of blood and tears and broken bones-

I could never remember which sound was worse- the crunch of their bodies as they collided with the woodwork or Dick’s bawling pleas for them to wake up.

I look down over the city, my city, and I realise that I’ve changed with it. That fast food place had never been there. Neither had that office building.  And Wayne Enterprises had never been so large or so brightly lit.

The idea that we are all meant for “something greater” is foolish. Childish, even. The card’s we are dealt are the cards we must play. Thinking you can change your hand is just wishful thinking. I can do anything I want with my metaphorical cards, except change them.

But just because I ‘can’ doesn’t mean I ‘should’.

I leap off the building I was perched on, like a bird, like a bat, and fell the 20 meters into open air so I can open my wings and glide through the streets from far above. I’m on patrol and even though deep thinking and reminiscing is encouraged in our little family, I have work to do.

Work like protecting my city. The city I only ever wanted to see from the streets and pathways with my feet firmly rooted to the ground. Only wanted to watch the heroes beat up criminals and stop crime. Only wanted to understand why they did what they did within the safety of my room and four walls.

But I found out too much, got in too deep and I had to change everything about myself in order to survive.

An alarm goes off and I land, searching for the disturbance. The Gotham city bank has its windows smashed and lights flashing. My eyepiece detects 12 armoured men, 8 armed hostiles, 4 unarmed and shovelling stacks of money into duffle bags to be loaded onto a cart then shoved in the back of a van.

An average bank robbery then. Nothing interesting.

I stand on the edge of the roof, five seconds away from dropping off and gliding to the bank to smash through a window and land on the ground.

Gunfire explodes through the air, the scent of gunpowder strong, even from here.

A flaming arrow flies through a window and screams could be heard as it burst inside. Heat and whistles on my right and a flaming woman is carrying a rowdy redhead by his shoulders. He’s shooting arrows into the building. Roy and Kori

A whistle on my left and Red Hood lands a few feet from me. “We got this covered” Came through my com and a salute is the only recognition I get as Jason jumps off the building to follow Arsenal and Starfire, guns already firing.

I can’t be bothered telling him to go in non-lethal.

I wonder when that changed?

I shrug it off, instead spinning on my heel and talking off in the other direction.

Almost double checking to make sure I the Outlaws are alright, I soar through the musky Gotham air to land on a perch far enough away that the sounds of gunshots and screaming were just a distant memory. I can’t be bothered checking to see if they can handle it. I never have. I wonder now if that’s weird. Shouldn’t I be concerned for my brother and his merry band of renegades?

No. Jason has never been the type to need people to worry about him. He would never appreciate it. He would much rather solve his problems with bullet casings and fists, only worrying about the damage done to his bloodied knuckles after the fact.

I’m on a fire escape, perched on the ladders top rung of unit 486. The sound of car alarms and sirens echo far below me, the gunshots from Jason’s position disappearing on the wind.

I can hardly see the roads below me. I wonder what it would like to fall, to leap off the building and plummet to a deep and endless slumber before I pull up at the last minute to wind whistling in my ears, leaves and grime flying up to meet me as I land safely on the dirty streets of Gotham.

Although, I have a feeling that if I were to jump, I would hear nothing but the ring of a circus song like the dreaded toll of church bells, the shocked gasping of the audience like a tidal wave of despair and the screams of my brother like an oncoming storm as he finds me in a pool of my own blood and broken bones and begs me to wake up.

I wonder how Dick can fly the way he does when everyone he loves is always falling.

I have a feeling he doesn’t do it very well.

There is always a blank hesitation behind his confident eyes when he sees one of us leap off a building too merrily, before his eyes sparkle as though the darkness had never been there in the first place when he assuredly follows us down to the rapidly approaching pavement with a bright smile plastered on his face like a galaxy of stars.

A scream echoes from an alleyway, and I let go of the ladder to fly towards it. A flash of yellow and green soars past me before I could, and I watch as the last flecks of Damian’s costume disappear behind the walls of the alley. I hear the quick hiss of blades and the glinting of swords in the darkness.

I used to worry that Damian would tarnish the name of Robin, like reddening rust ghosting over diligently polished steel. But now I know that he can use whatever he wants because Robin needed to change.

For better or for worse, I could never decide.

The screaming had stopped, replaced with hushed thank you’s and the zing of Damian’s grapple. I didn’t bother looking, didn’t bother listening for the police sirens of police cars when the GCPD finally come down. It was always funny to watch them rage over how the bat-brats had taken another catch, but I wasn’t in the mood tonight.

I just wanted this night to be over so I could fall into the dark embrace of my bed and stop thinking.

That could mean one of two things, I realise now.

It could mean falling into the warm folds of my covers, the blissful softness that my pillows allow and the peaceful silence that is an empty Wayne Manor in the much too early hours of the morning. It could mean a night of heavenly darkness and the forgotten moments between falling asleep and waking up, or the cosy afterglow of a successful night of patrol that leads to comforting dreams full of soft colours and cloud jumping like a blessing from Hypnos.

Or it could mean the agonizing screaming as my own mortality rushes up to meet me, the darkness enveloping me like a suffocating and unescapable gas that takes my breath away and turns the world chrome. It could mean falling into sleeps warm embrace, only to have my doom reach me and to never wake up again, or to have everything that makes me who I am ripped away like paper in a shredder until I literally do stop thinking and my body dissolves into the ether.

The concrete floor looks in inviting, like a spring-loaded pad for a gymnastics trick.

Looking around, I realise that everything I can see is… momentary? The buildings, the statues, the cars, the roads, the homes, the families- all temporary.

Nothing ever seems to stay the same. Thinks are always changing. Always decaying.

Everything is temporary.

My life is temporary.

I’m temporary.

I’m flying before I know it, sailing through the dark skies. Maybe I’ll see Bruce on patrol. Maybe Alfred convinced him to stay in. Maybe Dick took on the cowl and became the Dark Knight for the midnight hours.

No, I see his bright blues flipping around and showing off to the stars. I can help but laugh as I hear his whoops of joy as he relishes the freedom he has when he is out here, in the darkness, with nobody but the cosmos and the smiling eyes of the dead watching him from their place in the sky.

I touch down on a construction site to watch him, one that hadn’t seen work in months due to Gotham’s poor weather and unsanitary conditions.

It’s Gotham. What else do you expect?

I watch Dick twist and turn until he summersaults high into the air and falls down over the edge of a roof, the manic giggling of an over-excitable child echoing through the street. At least he enjoys these late nights. At least he’s ok.

My com beeps, and a message quietly comes through. It’s Bruce.

“Quiet night tonight.” Same tired, gravelly voice. At least that hasn’t changed. “Come back in half an hour and maybe you can get an extra hours sleep tonight.”

“Affirmative.”

“Okie Dokie!”

“Of course, Father.”

“We clocked out ages ago. Night B.”

“I’m just doing some late night jumps. I’ll be home soon. Don’t wait up for me.”

“Yes, sir. Steph, who say ‘okie dokie’ ever?”

“I do, Cass! It’s funny. Make fun of Harper! Who the hell says ‘affirmative”?

“Shut it blondie, a superior came into work today and I had to say that about 50 times. I’m stuck in the mode.”

“Sure Harpo, if that’s what you’re telling people.”

“I swear to god Steph don’t make me zap you- “

“Girls! That’s enough.”

The same routine. Out of all the things in my life that are changing, I hope this isn’t one of them. I hope this is the one, everlasting constant.

I don’t need to reply. They know I’m here, know that I’m too tired to care and too tired to speak. I can only think. Sometimes, I feel like my own thoughts are my own undoing.

My “Kryptonite” as Kon would say. He would laugh. I’d just roll my eyes and silently agree.

My life is an hourglass. Constantly turning and turning, grains falling towards the end, only to be swept up and turned around to start again in a continuous pattern of pain and fear and suffering as my grains of sand reached the very last turn.

It is a blinking star. In one cosmic moment, I will be blown out like a candle wick by the universe and have everything end around me like the snuffing of a flame as the world ends to a gruesome and non-existent chalk.

It is an ocean. Waves come in to rip away any fleeting moment that might bring any sort of light, any happiness and just drags it back out to drown in the murky depths and transform into a nightmare of despair and overpowering fear.

It is a storm. Clouds draw me in with the enticing of sweet melodies and sunshine, warping into a dark and painful scream as I try to claw my way through the sickly sweet explosions of both distress and melancholy as the eye swallows me whole.

My life is the blink of an eye.

Soon, it will be 2050 and I’ll still be the same person and I don’t know if I’ll be happy then or if I’ll just be the same as I always have been.

Full of highs and lows.

But my life isn’t all bad.

Of course, it’s mostly full of lows, lows so deep that sometimes I can never see myself crawling out. But where the lows are bleak and deadly, there are always highs that float me back towards the light.

My life is a fireplace. Flames that lick and burn, I am the warm and deadly encounter when you get too close, comforting and secure in the way I glow. I am the heat that radiates off of wooden logs and crackles in your ears like a softly spoken melody.

It is a cup of coffee. An exponentially warm porcelain that you hold in your hand and keeps you company on cold nights alone in the dark or mornings where your only company is the rising sun. I am the steam that rises up to fog your glasses, obscuring your sight of what you don’t want to see.

It is a stream. A babbling brook, flowing in a constant and reassuring pattern from the beginning to the end, gentle and soft in the roaring of the soft lapping waves as you dip your feet into the water and the cool and calming nature runs between your toes.

It is a book. Different with every page you turn, yet more and more of the same. I am the gasping amazement and the soft tears that blur the words as you turn faster and faster to get to the end and find out why you picked up the book in the first place.

I’m tired, but I don’t care. I want to stay with my city the little while longer.

My city, more earth than air. Soil and trees reaching up to the clouds and snow peaked mountains and mist in your lungs. It’s tangible.

All my life, I had thought that when I die, I will go somewhere like this. Somewhere tangible. But what if there is no afterlife? What if I don’t go anywhere? What if I just… stop?

I try not to think like that, but sometimes doubt creeps up on me.

My com beeps, and I don’t even need to answer to know it’s Dick. “Hey Timmy,” he yawned, fondness dripping through his voice like warm honey, “Why don’t you come home now?”

“Give me 5.”

“Sure. I’ll leave your window open. See you when you get home Tim.”

The city expanded out before me, and I free fell off the scaffolding until I am at a distance to the floor so I can open my wings, wind whipping through my hair and whistling through my ears like the Pied Piper.

The streets are empty. Shutters are closed and lights are off in homes. A baby cries every now and again, and a parent’s grumble is the only reply as they get out of their warm and cosy bed to tend to their bundle of joy.

These people, the ones behind the closed shutters and darkened rooms are the ones I fight for. The reason I stick around and fight.

Death has never been something I have wanted, but it is all around me. It follows me like an inky mist that will one-day swallow me whole and reunite me with those I have lost. Even though death is such a common thing, I still want to save others from that fate.

I still want to fight for my right to live. I still want to fight for the life I deserve. I still want to fight for my family, for the ones I love.

I still want to fight to keep my head above the water.

It's been a slow night for me. I think I might head home.

The lights of the Manor were on when I get there, illuminating the house like a beacon. A beacon of hope in the dark night. How ironic.

Sliding in through my bedroom window, I could smell Alfred’s hot chocolate from the kitchen.

If I didn’t have any reason for me to exist before, there is no way I’m missing out of a cup of Alfie’s hot chocolate.

I can hear Dick laughing, the keys on the piano playing a soft melody through the marbled foyers. The chandelier is working again, light spilling in through the gap beneath my door. Harper must have fixed it. Clapping and feet stomping on the floor and Damian’s strangled but laughed protests give way that the girls are trying to get Damian to dance. Fat chance.

A tentative knock on my door and some shuffling bring me out of my reverie. “Hey Tim, you in there?” It’s Cullen. Harper must have brought him on her way home. “I think I heard you come in. If you are, I was just asking if you wanted to come down and join us? Alfred is making hot chocolate and Dick convinced Bruce to play the piano. It’s really fun.” A pause “If you’re not there, I suppose I’m just talking to myself, huh?” Silence and retreating footsteps. He’s a good kid.

I’d better go and join them.

Life is only a temporary thing in the great span of the universe. Once the Grim Reaper comes to welcome me, I will greet death as the old friend that it is. But until then, the world still needs a little bit more Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.

And I will still be here to give the world what it needs. I never wanted to change. But after a night of reflection?

I’m glad I have.

Because I’m nothing if not a Bat. And Bats?

Bats never give up

Hi! So, this is a gift to @identityconstellations , who was feeling a little down and existential, so I thought I would write this to cheer her up. If Tim turned out suicidal, that was not the intention, so I apologise. I love you Stell x I used her words from a conversation we had and tried to incorporate it. This is also the first time I’ve ever written a 1st-person perspective fic, and I have to say that I’m actually really proud. I know it’s shit, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. (Thanks to @zinziinziiin and @the-casual-cheesecake for attempting to edit this monstrosity. I know I fucked it up and ruined Tim, but I hope I fixed it somewhat) Bye!