#makes me sick to hear “why are you white if you're brother's black?”

[outlying-hyppocrate]

i don't know why it disheartens me when i'm viewed as any other race than my own. i mean. no-one would ever be able to obviously tell i were. two at once. biracial. my skin is this strange gradient of colors and i've got ambiguous features that don't make me look like i belong to anything specifically. so of course the first assumption of most is just white

[misseviehyde]

BITCH-SEED: (The leaving gift)

Jenny loved her younger brother Toby so much. He was funny, kind and musically talented. He was a drummer in a Nirvana inspired school band and didn't lack for moral courage. He was a cool kid who looked out for others - she was really proud of him.

That was why she begged him to stop trying to intervene with her bullying by mean-girl Aimee and her bunch of cronies.

Aimee was a blonde, spoiled rich girl who had taken a dislike to Jenny. She was cruel, self-absorbed and malicious and seemed to spend a considerable part of her energy looking for ways to ruin Jenny's life.

The popular mean girl had a vindictive and cruel streak and Jenny didn't want her brother being targeted and victimised next. Besides, they were moving schools next week so what was the point? Her Dad was getting a job in a new town and the family were all moving. Jenny was looking forward to the fresh start.

She was by the lockers clearing out some of her things ready for the move one day, when she heard a familiar voice.

"Hey loooooser."

Jenny's bowels clenched in fear as she heard the teasing, superior voice of her bully behind her and she turned to see Aimee and her clique of girls standing before her.

Aimee was impossibly pretty. Her blonde hair was platinum and straight and perfect in every way. Her flawless features were smooth and beautiful, her clothing expensive and painfully tasteful. She wore white knee length boots, so shiny you could see your face in them, a pleated black mini-skirt and a cute pink sweater of some highly expensive material. A pretty pink bow was pinned into her hair.

Cold blue eyes regarded Jennny maliciously, Amiee's pink lip-glossed lips twitching into a malevolent smile as she examined her acrylic nails - long and white - and advanced on her victim.

"Ohhh are you clearing out your locker already loser? So sorry to hear you're leaving us. I guess that means you think you're getting away from me?"

Jenny backed nervously away from the other girl and shrieked as she crashed into the open door of the locker behind her. The impact bruised her back and sent a stab of pain through her body.

Amiee and her girls howled with laughter enjoying seeing Jenny make a clutz of herself as usual.

"I'll have to find some other pathetic fuck to do my homework and top up my coffee money," laughed Amiee. "You're so fucking pathetic Jenny. It doesn't matter where you go, you'll never amount to anything."

"Hey - leave her alone," snarled a voice and Jenny felt a stab of fear as Toby suddenly appeared at her side. "You bunch of bitches better leave my sister alone. I'm sick of watching you float around here as if the world owes you a living. None of you have got any real backbone. You're just parasites who live off your Daddy's money. Get out of here."

The girls all looked at one another in genuine puzzlement and Amiee smirked - tossing her hair coldly and folding her arms dangerously beneath her breasts.

"Oh yeah nerd? You think you can protect your dumb sister from us? I don't think so and thanks for helping me make my mind up about something I've been planning for a while. Girls I think it's time we gave our leaving gifts to these losers."

Holding out their palms facing up, the popular girls all began to giggle and smirk as with a buzzing, crackling sound, tiny motes of energy materialised above their open hands. They formed into small spheres of pastel coloured energy that floated in the air. The siblings gawked in astonishment.

Amiee's was the largest. A ball of bratty pink light that shone with a powerful radiance and seemed to whisper toxic ideas into the mind.

"Each of these is a bitch-seed. It's how we make more members of our clique. The seeds contain our memories of makeup, boys and fashion and also our stronger personalities and feminine desires that will corrupt and transform anyone they enter. One of you is going to become JUST like us and I think we both know who..."

Laughing Amiee turned and blew on her seed. It shot from her hand and hit Toby... crackling as it entered his body and he groaned in shock.

He gasped as the delicious pink energy throbbed and thrummed through him and around him... strange new thoughts and desires filling his mind as his bones and body ached.

Doesn't it feel good to be girly?

It did feel... good. Really good.

Toby's short brown hair lengthened and his features became softer. Pretty lashes blinked in astonishment and he tugged uncomfortably at his clothing as his hips cracked out and his chest tingled as budding breasts began to form. He was becoming a girl!

"You see Jenny," laughed Amiee. "When you start your new school - it's the perfect time to send someone to start a new clique there. I've done my research and your new school is pathetically short of bullies. I've decided your brother will be perfect to start things there. He has real leadership potential and once I've turned him into my mini-me then you'll never be free. The transformation changes reality for any who don't witness it, and soon you'll be the only one who remembers your brother. Now let's fill him up with more, girls!"

More bitch-seeds floated from the girls hands and into Toby. Pink and purple sparks crackled as they merged into him and Toby moaned as each one was absorbed into his body accelerating the physical changes.

Toby groaned as his nice personality was attacked and overwhelmed. He felt so sexy and bitchy and it felt so good to give into all the whispering girly voices telling him to accept the power.

Yesssssss let your like loser personality become ours. Be a mean girl, you know you want to.

Toby giggled and threw back his head - eagerly spreading his arms wide and accepting the energy into his body. He needed this! It felt AMAZING!

Amiee watched in wicked delight summoning another ball of energy and sending it into him.

"Yessss that's it bitch... take all our power and let it transform you. Let your new thoughts take control. Become a fucking bitch just like us."

The girls surrounded Toby and holding our their hands shot more energy into his body. Each blast caused Toby to moan in pleasure and to writhe in ecstasy - clearly enjoying the wicked energy pulsing into his body.

"Yessssss... give it to me... mmmmhhh fill me up. Mmmmh this feels so good yes I wanna be a bitch just like you girls!"

Toby moaned as wicked nails shot from his fingers and his hair lengthened and turned lighter then finally platinum blonde. His body became more feminine with tanned soft skin and beautiful features. Hips cracked out as his chest began to bulge pushing his t shirt out in interesting places.

Jenny sobbed in horror as she watched the transformation. She was powerless to stop the corruption. Toby wasn't even resisting!

The girls were all moaning in unison now, the bullies groaning like sluts as they pushed their most evil, depraved, slutty memories and thoughts into the bitch-seeds.

Toby's mind was being corrupted and overwritten by dozens of memories - Amiee's strongest of all. His own useless boy memories were being overwritten.

Memories of sucking dick, spending money, acting like a spoiled bitch filled the transforming sluts mind. It overrode now useless knowledge. Who needed to play the drums when you could be a cheerleader instead? Who needed to know the names of his male friends when he could be friends with the most popular girls in school.

Hours worth of makeup tutorials, knowledge of how to bully people and manipulate others seared through Toby's malleable mind. The bitch seeds were finding fertile ground.

"Yessssss, I love it," drooled the blonde girl happily as her pretty eyes rolled back in her head. "Give me moooooore!"

"Wow girls - she's really receptive. Pump her mind full of our nastiest memories. Turn her into the meanest, most spoiled slut ever. Burn that boy out of her. Make her into our new friend... Naomi."

Naomi moaned happily as she heard her new name. Yes... that was who she was now. Her pink lips curved into a wicked smile as she felt her breasts swell up nice and big and her useless dick retreat into being her new clit. This was MUCH better.

"Fuck yes girls - make me fucking EVIL!" laughed Naomu as she felt all positive memories and love for her pathetic sister burned out of her mind. This was glorious.

Sobbing in the corner Jenny watched her bullying sister being corrupted into the worst kind of bitch.

By now the energies had even affected Toby's former clothing. His Nirvana t-shirt was now no more, replaced instead by a tight pink dress that fit the new bitch perfectly.

Naomi's nails were long and sharp, her shaven pussy covered by a tiny black thong whose string rode up between her perfect ass cheeks. Full firm breasts, bigger then Jenny's stood proudly on her chest and her bitchy blonde hair fell like a perfect wave around her shoulders.

She and Aimee looked like sisters now.

Aimer and Naomi hugged as if they had known each other all their life and Jenny squirmed in fear at the matching smiles on their perfect faces...

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Linda had thought she should go say hi to the new girl on the beach. Jenny seemed nice - although the look of terror on her face as Linda approached was weird.

The chubby nerd wasn't sure why Jenny was so terrified and she didn't even see Naomi from behind till it was too late.

Linda moaned as the bitch-seed conjured by Naomi flowed into her body and she began to change. "That's it nerd," hissed Naomi, "let the bitch in you grow. Become the bitch you were born to be."

In moments Linda had been replaced and had become Leanne instead. Now a spoiled beach bitch she moved to flank her new Alpha with a wicked smile on her face.

"Thanks sis," giggled Naomi. "Another new girl for my clique. I do enjoy turning the ones that would have been your friends into MY friends."

Jenny cried as she looked into her once kind brothers sneering face. Naomi was even worse that Aimee had been. She constantly mocked and teased her sister and made her feel inferior. Worse - her parents were totally enthralled by their popular, successful, beautiful daughter and now despised Jenny.

School was a nightmare - Naomi had created a new clique of bullies and turned the school into her personal playground. She was now head cheerleader and dating the quarterback. Having to listen to Naomi scream in ecstasy as Chad fucked her brains out in hwr bigger bedroom next door was yet another indignity Jenny had to endure.

"Oh by the way loser," grinned Naomi. "Aimee and the girls are visiting this weekend. They're staying over the whole time and I bet you can't wait to catch up with her."

Laughing Naomi strutted away to the admiring stares of everyone whilst her sister cried like a pathetic little bitch.

Guess Penny wasn't enjoying her leaving gift after all...

THE END

[justagamerandaweeb]

TLC (Tender, Loving Care) - Modern AU! Senjuro x Reader

I'm in a fluffy mood at the moment, so why not make a story featuring a sick (Y/N), and a caring Senjuro Rengoku? My friend on Discord suggested that I should go with him, and this dude is severely underrated, so it works. He's a really caring guy, why wouldn't this suit him? Also, he's gonna be older in this, like early 20s or so, just like his brother :)

Be forewarned, there is vomiting included in this story. So if you're squeamish about someone blowing chunks, highly suggest you leave.

Gif by @mizurei and border by @mikeykuns

You vomited at the trashcan that was next to your bed, blowing out chunks of what you ate yesterday. Once you finished throwing up, you plopped right back onto the pillow. Fuck... out of all times to be sick, why now? My nose is so stuffed that it feels like I can't breathe. This sucks. You thought as you did a soft sniff.

She then heard the sound of someone knocking on her door, and she shouted out, her voice sounding hoarse and scratchy, "Come in." The door opens and the person behind the door is revealed to be a man with fire-like hair, yellow eyes, red irises, and white pupils, and black forked eyebrows. Along with a face mask to protect himself from getting sick. "H-Hey, (Y/N). How are you feeling today?" The young Rengoku asked her.

She sighed as she responded to him, "Like crap. My nose feels so stuffed, that I can't breathe, my lungs feel like they're on fire, and my throat hurts because I keep throwing up. Long story short, I feel like hell right now." She summarized as she softly sniffed again. "Oh... Well, sorry to hear about that. Do you want me to make you anything?" (Y/N) violently coughs as she says, "Yeah... Sorry. Can you make me some soup? I think that would make me a little better."

The young Rengoku nods as he says, "I'll see what I can do." He saw her smiling as she softly spoke, "Thank you." and closed the door. Senjuro briefly exhaled as he thought to himself, Okay Senjuro, time to do your duty as a brother-in-law, and take care of your sister! And so he marched to the kitchen to fix (Y/N) a chicken noodle soup.

He opened one of the cabinets and took out a white plastic bowl, and rinsed it out with the sink. Once that was done, he puts the bowl on the counter and trotted to the pantry and turned on the light. He analyzed the rows of food that were filling the shelves, until his eyes caught a glance of cans of chicken noodle soup.

Once he grabbed it, he popped the top off and poured the soup into the bowl. He threw the can away, and grabbed the bowl and put it in the microwave for three minutes, and 30 seconds. As the timer was going down, he walked back to (Y/N)'s door, and knocked on it again.

(Y/N) shouts out again, "Come in." And Senjuro opens the door, peeking his head out. "I'm making the soup, is there anything you want me to do for you?" (Y/N) softly coughed as she looked to the right and grabbed a blue cup, and said, "Could you fill this up with ice and water, please?" She said in a way it sounded like she was losing her voice.

Senjuro nodded as he walked in, grabbed the cup, and said, "Anything else?" And she shook her head. "Thank you." He smiled under the mask from her saying thanks to him as he responded, "You're welcome." And cracks the door. (Y/N) lets out a wheezing laugh as she thinks to herself, He's such a good boy. I'm glad Kyojuro taught him right. She thought, sounding like a wholesome grandma.

Senjuro scoops ice up from the freezer and dumps it in the cup, and once it is halfway, he puts it under the water dispenser and waits for the cup to fill. He stood where for a prolonged moment until the cup was filled to the brim with water.

He puts the cup on the island as he stands in front of the microwave, waiting for it to beep. He softly clapped his hands together, and got on his toes as the timer on the microwave decreased. Once it beeped, he opened the microwave and took the bowl of hot soup out. He then grabs a plastic spoon, and slowly stirs the bowl, and softly fans it to make sure it isn't too hot for (Y/N).

He then picked the bowl, and your cup up as he strolled back to your door, and softly pushed the door open. He put her cup right next to her on the mini table, as he grabbed the chair next to him, and sat down in front of her. He scooped up the soup and said, "Open wide." and she opened her mouth for him to pour the soup into her mouth.

She chews the noodles and swallows them, softly coughing once she finishes it. Senjuro asked her, "How is it?" and (Y/N) glanced at him and responded, "In the words of Kyojuro, tasty. I would scream it out, but my throat hurts too much." She said as she softly laughed, and so did Senjuro. He continued to feed (Y/N) more of the soup, until she told him to stop. He puts the bowl on the mini table, and grabs the cup as he says, "Are you thirsty? If so, sit up for me, please."

She sits up from the bed, and was about to give her a waterfall but she grabbed the cup from his hands. "I may be sick, but I can do this on my own." She said as she took a sip of the cup. "But, thank you. You're doing a good job taking care of me." Senjuro smiled under the mask as he bowed down to her and said, "Anything for my brother's wife."

(Y/N) then pats his hair as she says, "You'd make a great husband, you know that, right?" Senjuro blushes at the thought of it. But in hindsight, she was right. His brother taught him how to treat others with respect, and how to treat others when they direly need them. Feats like that are what make a great friend, and a spectacular significant other.

She put the cup back on the mini table as she laid back down on the pillow and said, "Thank you for feeding me that soup. It feels like I can breathe through my nose again. My stomach and throat still hurt, but it's something." She said, smirking at him.

Senjuro smiled as he said, "Is there anything I can do for you?" (Y/N) looked at the flat screen in front of her, hanging on the wall as she said, "Can you turn on the TV? the remotes on the stand." And he nods. He stood up off the chair, and grabbed the remote. He sat back down on the chair and turned the TV on with the remote.

"What do you want to watch?" Senjuro asked (Y/N) as she responded, "I'll watch whatever you wanna watch. I'm not too picky about what I watch so long as it keeps me entertained." Senjuro as nods as he elicits a, "Hm." from his vocal cords.

A show popped up in his head, and he thought both of them would love it. He pressed the search bar on the remote, and slowly typed in The Spectacular Spider-Man in the search bar. Senjuro heard (Y/N) gasp as she said, "You like this show too?" He nods as he responds, "My brother showed me this when he was in his Spider-Man phase when we were both little. I liked the show, and the characters, the villains too." He said as he scrolled through until he stops at the 10th episode titled, "Persona".

He presses play and puts the remote down on the bed as she asks him, "Is this the episode where he gets the black suit?" "Symbiote, and yes it is. Sorry for my correction." Senjuro said as his eyes were glued to the TV. (Y/N) chuckled as she said, "You're such a nerd." making Senjuro elicit a nose laugh.

An hour and 32 minutes passed by as both of you watched the 13th episode, where Venom tried to attack Spider-Man's loved ones, them being Gwen Stacy and Aunt May. As they were watching the TV, Senjuro felt his stomach growl and stood up as he said, "I'm gonna get something to eat. Are you feeling any better to eat anything else?"

"If I'm going to be honest, probably not. Just go ahead and eat, I'll be okay." You said as Senjuro nodded and left the room. Such a good boy. You thought as you continued to watch the TV. However, you started to retch as you felt something in your stomach slowly coming back up. Oh no... you turned your body to the right, and left your head hanging on the side of the bed, and hovering above the trash can as you elicted a few retches before a wave of vomit launched out of your mouth.

The force of vomiting made your already sore throat made it hurt even more. The sloshy, mushy sound of the vomit going in the trash bag sounded so grotesque, it was something that would make anyone upchuck. You spit out a big wad of saliva as you look at the aftermath of you spewing out your stomach's content. The vomit was a golden yellow, along with a few bits and pieces of the chicken.

You spat out more saliva before you felt a second round quickly arriving, and you vomited again. Thankfully, it wasn't much, but it still hurt like hell. Senjuro barged right in to see you hanging your head above the trash can as you looked at him with tears in your eyes. "S-Senjuro... Help me..."

Senjuro quickly scurried to you as he lifted you back up to the bed, and put your head on the pillow. "I'll go get a towel, and some medicine! J-Just, hang on okay!?" Senjuro said as it sounded like he was panicking as he ran back out of the room. Your entire body was shaking as you were lying down, waiting for Senjuro to come back.

Someone up above... please help me gain the strength I need to overcome this... (Y/N) thought as tears started to down both sides of her face. Please... Senjuro came back with a wet small towel, and a bottle of pills. He puts the wet cold towel onto (Y/N)'s head, and opened the cap of the bottle. He pours one tablet out as he says, "Open your mouth." and she obeys him.

He puts the tablet in her mouth and grabs the cup of water and pours a appropriate amount in her mouth, and she closes it as they both hear the sound of her swallowing it. "The effects might take a minute to kick in. I-I think it's best if you sleep for the time being." (Y/N) nods as she says in a feeble, hoarse tone, "Okay..."

Senjuro puts his hand on (Y/N)'s covered body, and pets her as he reassures her, "It's gonna be alright. You can get through this. I know you will." smiling under the mask. (Y/N) looked at him as she moved her arm, and grabbed his hand. "Th-Thank you... for taking care of me..." her eyes began to close as she repeated the words, "Thank you... thank... you... that..." and then she passed out asleep.

A couple of hours went by, and it was now dark outside. Senjuro yawned as he started to get sleepy, but he didn't want to leave (Y/N)'s side. He wiped his eyes with his free hand. He already finished the entire second season of The Spectacular Spider-Man, and now he was watching Adventure Time. He checked his phone and read a text from his brother that he was coming, 30 minutes ago.

Where are you, brother? I can only stay up for so long... Senjuro thought as he wiped his eyes with his free hand. He yawns as he started to fade in and out of sleep. His eyes and neck were getting heavier as he lowers his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

That is, until someone knocked on the door. He lifts his head back up as he stood up, and slowly let go of (Y/N)'s hand. He leaves the room, and unlocks the front door to see that it was his younger brother, Kyojuro. "Big brother! I'm so glad you're here!" and hugged him. Kyojuro laughed as he says, "Nice to see you, too, little brother." And pats his back.

They both walk in as Kyojuro asked Senjuro, "Where's (Y/N)? Is she still sick?" Senjuro pointed at the cracked door and said, "She's in there. And yeah, she's still sick. But I've been taking care of her while you we're gone." Kyojuro pat his back as he said, "Thanks, man."

Senjuro smiles under the mask as he says, "Anything... For my older sister-in-law. Excuse me." He said as he yawned mid-sentence. "Oof, sounds like she took a toll on you." Senjuro rebutted, "No, I've just been staying up for too long, that's all." Kyojuro hummed as he said, "Either way, you sound tired. Go upstairs and get some sleep. I'll take care of her for tonight." He said, scruffing up his hair.

Senjuro softly laughed as he said, "Okay, okay. You don't gotta mess up my hair for it." And started to go upstairs. As he was going up, Kyojuro said, "Hey." making Senjuro turn around. "Yes?" Kyojuro walked up to him, and wrapped his arm around his neck as he laid his head on his shoulder and said, "Thanks for taking care of my wife. I was kind of disappointed in myself for not being here. But, I'm glad she was being taken care of by someone like you." He said, with a smile on his face.

Senjuro pats his back as he said, "Anytime." They both stopped hugging Kyojuro said, "Now go upstairs and get some sleep." Senjuro chuckled as he gave him a two finger salute as he went upstairs to his room. Kyojuro then looks at the door of the room you were in, and peeks out to see you asleep with a towel on her forehead.

Kyojuro stepped back as he went to the kitchen and went into one of the lower cabinets to get a face mask. He puts it on, closes the cabinet, and softly opens the door as he sees Adventure Time playing on the TV. My brother still has taste... He then sits down on the chair next to her.

He heard her groaning as her hand started to move around, as if she was trying to grab something. He reaches his hand out to her, and she grabs it, forming a smile on her sleeping face. Kyojuro looked at her as he thought, You did good Senjuro... you did good. And started to watch the TV.

If you gagged while reading this, I sincerely apologize. But, that's all I have for you today. Until next time.

❤️👋✌️.

[ya-bug-boy]

Okay just read Self aware swap!Submas x reader. I need a part 2! I wanna know what happens next!!

Yaay i'm so happy you liked part one! I had a lot of fun writing it <3

Self aware reader x submas part 2

You were quite puzzled when the twins appeared before you, each character identical to one another in almost every way with the exception that one wore a white shirt and the other wore a black shirt. It didn't seem to help much that their immediate reaction was to run around you in circles like a happy bunny; you weren't quite sure what to make of this. But you at least knew their names since they were the main characters and hesitantly you try to talk to them. "Emmet...and Ingo?" Your eyes widen when you hear the elated shrieks of both men and realize that the voices are coming from the farmer players.

The twins themselves are unaware of what happened to you and instead think they came across a cutscene with you. Which is unexpected, your cutscenes are limited to when you first meet the twins and when you give them train rides. For them to see you in the village square is very unusual since there wasn't even a festival happening at all, those are the only days you don't work. You stood there, still baffled at the situation, leaving the impression that the cutscene was lagging. You could hear the whining protests of Emmet, "Nooo, Ingo the game is freezing." Game? Was this a game? What kind of sick game is this? You turn to see the other villager npcs and note that they don't react to you at all but only the twins do. Why are things like this? You didn't even know what a video game was! You try to talk to them again, to see what happens. "Hello boys, this is...rather unexpected, isn't it." Though you're talking, you're trying to directly talk to the voices behind the screen. "Oh, the cutscene continues. Bravo!" This voice comes from the player character Ingo. By now you've heard both the twins talk, but you didn't quite understand what they meant by the word "cutscene." Was that important?

You didn't want to draw any suspicion just yet, fearing that if they thought the "game" was broken, they'd take your sentience away. Which was conflicting, knowing now that what you knew, your whole life was simply some fabrication. You were a piece of a game, meant to entertain others. What did it mean if you stopped being entertaining? You stop and glance at the mountain, where your train station is and back to the twins. You felt so fatigued from all of this. "You'll have to excuse me boys, I'm afraid I only came down here to look for something." "I wonder what it was?" Ingo ponders out loud, to which you answer back. "I'm afraid I can't tell you just yet, it's much too dangerous of a secret. I'm worried you two won't react very well to it. Maybe in due time, you'll know." You sigh, not entirely certain of what you could do next. Maybe your dark tome would have the answers as to what happened? Or was this another curse subjected to you? You simply didn't know. "Aww, boo. Secrets," Emmet whines. You couldn't help but to let out a small laugh at that, to which the twins finally saw your smile for the first time. "He's so cute!" Ingo elates as his brother agrees. "Yes, secrets are necessary at times. I hope you'll forgive me." You knew for certain that the twins were your only connection, to whatever real world was out there. You were going to need to keep interacting with them to understand what was going on. You dug into your pockets and pulled out two train tickets. "The station will be closed today, there are some things I must investigate. But here, For your troubles." You gave a ticket to each twin and stepped back. "I'll be taking my leave now. Goodbye." You then began to walk away, but the twins began to follow you, talking loudly to each other, speculating what you could be investigating. You wish desperately you could just tell them already but it seemed too ridiculous to be real, you needed their trust. You entered inside your train station and locked the door. The twins never entered inside your home before, since there were limitations to the actual game, but you could once again hear Emmet booing in protest, gently yelling, "Let me in! Let me in!" You let out a breathy laugh through your nose and sat back down on your desk, to try and find a possible answer to all of this in your book of evil. It lead to your sentience and maybe, in due time, it could lead to your freedom as well.

[dyannawynnedayne]

Which character parallel do you like the best?

Propaganda is encouraged!

Jaime and Criston

Ask and are rejected by their lovers to marry them in spite of their situations

"I am sick of being careful. The Targaryens wed brother to sister, why shouldn't we do the same? Marry me, Cersei. Stand up before the realm and say it's me you want. We'll have our own wedding feast, and make another son in place of Joffrey." She drew back. "That's not funny." "Do you hear me chuckling?" "Did you leave your wits at Riverrun?" Her voice had an edge to it. "Tommen's throne derives from Robert, you know that." "He'll have Casterly Rock, isn't that enough? Let Father sit the throne. All I want is you." He made to touch her cheek. Old habits die hard, and it was his right arm he lifted. Cersei recoiled from his stump. "Don't . . . don't talk like this. You're scaring me, Jaime. Don't be stupid. One wrong word and you'll cost us everything. What did they do to you?"

ASOS, Jaime VII

That night, Septon Eustace reports, Ser Criston Cole slipped into the princess’s bedchamber to confess his love for her. He told Rhaenyra that he had a ship waiting on the bay, and begged her to flee with him across the narrow sea. They would be wed in Tyrosh or Old Volantis, where her father’s writ did not run, and no one would care that Ser Criston had betrayed his vows as a member of the Kingsguard. His prowess with sword and morningstar was such that he did not doubt he could find some merchant prince to take him into service. But Rhaenyra refused him. She was the blood of the dragon, she reminded him, and meant for more than to live out her life as the wife of a common sellsword. And if he could set aside his Kingsguard vows, why would marriage vows mean any more to him?

Fire and Blood, Heirs of the Dragon-- A Question of Succession

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Jaime and Arys

The legacy of Criston Cole affects them both

The best and the worst.” So one of us is like to live in song. “And a few who were a bit of both. Like him.” He tapped the page he had been reading. “Who?” Ser Loras craned his head around to see. “Ten black pellets on a scarlet field. I do not know those arms.” “They belonged to Criston Cole, who served the first Viserys and the second Aegon.” Jaime closed the White Book. “They called him Kingmaker.”

AFFC, Jaime II

“The first Viserys intended his daughter Rhaenyra to follow him, do you deny it? But as the king lay dying the Lord Commander of his Kingsguard decided that it should be otherwise.” Ser Criston Cole. Criston the Kingmaker had set brother against sister and divided the Kingsguard against itself, bringing on the terrible war the singers named the Dance of the Dragons. Some claimed he acted from ambition, for Prince Aegon was more tractable than his willful older sister. Others allowed him nobler motives, and argued that he was defending ancient Andal custom. A few whispered that Ser Criston had been Princess Rhaenyra’s lover before he took the white and wanted vengeance on the woman who had spurned him. “The Kingmaker wrought grave harm,” Ser Arys said, “and gravely did he pay for it, but…” “…but perhaps the Seven sent you here so that one white knight might make right what another set awry.”

AFFC, The Soiled Knight

[antiradqueer]

I have a mutual who says it's transsage and trassnspecies and that "otherkin/therians and transspecies are brothers we are in the brotherhood. Transage is, for many people, a trauma thing." it responded to an ask saying that being a rq is harmful with "unfollow me then LMAO". this is a minor, and I sometimes see it interacting with adults. I mention this because even though it claimed to be anti-proship, some of these adults are like, "I'm not proship but I fit the definition" so you're proship then??? (so called "neutralshippers" who turn out to actually be either staunchly proship or antiship piss me off) these adults also post nsfw stuff and allow minors to interact. I lowkey think my mutual is being groomed, but I don't wanna make assumptions…what do I do? It's such a nice and funny person, I don't want it to turn for the worse, but I risk getting blocked and smeared as someone hateful. plus one of its moots said, "why are we the transgenders cool for breaking the constructs and fucking around but these others that people make out to be only ever constantly in purposeful bad faith not as cool and sick ??? I dont really get it." there's no indication of whether they're an adult or minor. I don't really know what to say other than it seems unconsciously TERF-ish. I also don't think it's "cool" to be a white person wanting to be black or something like that. that doesn't break any constructs it's just racist. what do you say to that?

tricky situation you have there, anon...

unfortunately you can't force your mutual to listen to you. however you could offer them an ear I'd they need one, maybe voice your concerns over DMs without accusing them of being a bad person, etc. however, it's very likely they'll snap and don't want to listen, yell at you or whatever - people don't like to hear what they're doing is not as cool as they think it is. nobody wants to be the bad guy, naturally...

I don't have great advice on this, I know ._. good luck tho!

[ssj2hindudude]

U should do one where the Potaotes (1st and 2nd Gen) get ready to watch a. Movie and Aru the film buff criticize their choice and explain why it a waste of time. Oh and she persuaodng everyone to watch her favorite movie

Aru: MOVIE NIGHT!

*everyone groans*

Aru: What? I thought you guys liked movies!

Aiden: Yeah, but the thing is Shah-

Brynne: We're sick of binging the LOTR movies every week.

Aru: Ok. Raise your hand if you also feel this way.

*everyone raises their hand*

Aru: Abha Shah-charya, put your hand down right now or I'm disowning you!

Abha: Mom, you have to admit that watching a group of people in a fantasy land try to throw a cursed ring in a volcano can only be done a certain number of times before getting old.

Aru: AM I THE ONLY ONE HERE WITH A SENSE OF CULTURE?!?

Aiden: Why don't we just make suggestions?

Aru: Ugh, fine. I'll go first. LOTR!

Aiden: Mohabbatein

Aru: Bollywood, really?

Aiden: It's a classic and a piece of art!

Abha: No argument there. But I'd rather watch Zootopia.

Aru: Why am I not surprised that you want to see the one about a detective and a cop?

Priya: Well, if that's too PG for you, how about we watch TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE!

Mini: Priya! You're too young for that much violence!

Priya: Have you forgotten what we do for a living?

Mini: I want to watch something with real culture. How about Devdas!

Aru: Again with the Bollywood? Are all the old people here just gonna start-

Brynne: BODYGUARD

Aiden: Whitney Houston or Salman Khan?

Brynne: YES

Hira: How about a nice family movie like Hum Saath Saath Hain?

Aru: Yeah, ok Grandma.

Krithika: Did somebody say Grandma?

Aru: Mom! What are you doing here?

Krithika: You didn't think I'd miss movie night, did you? I brought a classic.

Aru: Silsila?!? Really?!? Just when I thought the Bollywood couldn't get older. What's next, Shree 420?!?

Suru: Can we watch that one? The moustache man is funny and the black and white doesn't make papa feel left out.

Rudy: Hey, c'mon! I can watch movies just fine! I found this nice French one online. You'll like it, kids. It's about aliens!

Mini: FANTASTIC PLANET?!? Rudy, we can't watch this with the kids, everyone is shirtless!

Rudy: So is everyone in Naga-Loka when we've gone full naga!

Brynne: Newsflash Rudy (heh, flash), none of us are nagas!

Suru: You wanna tell her or should I?

Ghata: Um, if we haven't decided, we could watch Mahabharata!

Priya: Ghata, we are the living Mahabharata, why would we wanna watch them?!?

Ghata: Well it was either that or Hanuman Returns and you already booed that earlier because you didn't think there was an actual prequel.

Priya: There isn't!

Abha: Yes, there is, Priya. There's an older Hanuman movie in the exact art style!

Brynne: I don't care, we're not watching my brother on the big screen. He starts off the second anyone mentions it whenever we visit. His head hasn't been that big since he swallowed the sun.

Valerie: Ugh, you neanderthals are as barbaric as ever.

Priya: Oh look, I don't have to watch a horror movie after all.

Valerie: And clearly this is a rare instance of me watching cartoons

Kara: Valerie, be nice! Hi everyone! Have we picked a film yet?

Aru: Nope, because SOME people have no taste!

Kara: She's mad about LOTR?

Mini: Livid.

Kara: We could just binge a similar fandom you know. Harry Potter?

Aiden: ...That works.

*Everyone agrees*

Sydney: Ok, I just prepared the popcorn! I hear we're going to watch Harry Potter again! I can't wait until we see Mr. Potter kill Voldemort!

*Eveyone groans*

Sydney: What? It came out in 2011! I'd hardly call that a spoiler!

[burn2834283392]

(the current state of the sonic fandom post-movies)

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as somebody whos blasian, has had my mother and brother racially profiled by cops before, this just makes me sick. i'm begging you sonic fans on tumblr to stop with the fake activism, i KNOW you guys dont actually care. it's so disheartening seeing all these white or Racially Ambiguous folk on this site specifically go up in arms about fictional cops, have everybody in their notes like "omggg yeah ur so right i agree acab guys!!", while actual blk people cant even have their voices heard because you guys IGNORE us when we really need your help.

it makes me sick to my stomach. we are not thanking you for your unnatural and disturbing hate towards fictional characters. we are not considering you a saviour. you have done NOTHING for us, so just stop. stop.

support people in real life. protest real world problems. stop caring about a childrens movie. i watched it and enjoyed it. i don't care that he's a cop. it never changed my opinion about cops. "but it's copaganda" SHUT UP. like you would know shit about that.

if you're white, your input isnt necessary, read the post and go on your way. don't comment on it because i don't care what you have to say. if you're black and disagree with me, i'd like to hear your reason why (civilly, please). i'm open to a discussion with people who actually understand the issue or have the experience. none of that performative bullshit, i'm done with that.

[ronispadez]

16 and 25

16: you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Not sure what fandom anon is from, but I suppose: Claus Mother 3 typically being characterized as a huge asshole and overprotective brother, usually in Nesscas fics. I guess I can understand it, but it's crazy how popularized it's gotten. Since most mother characters have next to nothing in terms of canon characterization, fandom has to come up with the personalities themselves. And usually that means Ness and Claus are assholes to each other. I understood it years ago but now it's a little tired. Same with writing Lucas as a little Pussy, but that's Brawl's fault.

As for red vs blue, I guess, hm, Locus? He's a great character, don't get me wrong, I just see a lot of swooning over him. Maybe it's just the people I've put myself around in this fandom. It's not a bad thing, I'm just surprised, I guess. Idk

25: common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

If I was still as into Homestuck as I was a few years ago, I'd probably say how everyone complains about how everyone else draws the characters. They're blank slates for a reason. Yes, some characters point towards a certain look or race moreso than others, (Tavros, Gamzee, Aradia, I suppose) but as for the others? Anyone's interpretation is free game. But everyone just kept complaining, saying that their interpretation was "better" or "canon". When, let's all be honest here, Hussie most likely intended for them to be white anyway... Which isn't a good thing, mind you, I'm not defending that. Just saying that it was TIRING being told you were a Horrible person just because you drew a character one race (that might've not even been white!) When they should have been another. Hhhhhhhh

Oh, and another thing, not super common, but it's happened enough times for me: random comments questioning my darker skinned Ness design. I shit you not, I had a comment (that I deleted as soon as I read it) on one of my Ness drawings that said "my all American white boy ness is NOT black." Lol! Love the internet. But I'd expect it to happen. I have my own thoughts on the matter, I've just never brought them up before. Maybe someday I'll make a post about it but I really just don't wanna get into it for now.

[shwarmii]

seeing as i have not been tracked down and mounted on a wall as of yet, i will take that as license to continue lmao sorry, ill stop this bit now lol

i also wanted to shout out how much i love the song "Better Place"(, period, but also) under the lens of it as one of those "having a chronic illness/disability makes this song feels different" kind of tracks. like the idea of the singer being okay with discomfort just for the person being sung to, in this case Branch + the others @ Floyd, to be in a place that is better for them (which i initially took as that older health rhetoric about how, when you're sick, your family will often send you to the oceanside the get better; because doctors used to actually perscribe "ocean air". like, it's in Greta Gerwig's "Little Women" as one of the family's attempts to heal Beth) and to be somewhere that gets the sung-to-person excited (because there's nothing like seeing someone you love be fragile and sick and fatigued be so excited for what they are seeing that they just get this surge of energy and happiness. even if they pay for it later with a flare-day, just hearing them laugh and go "that was so worth it tho" is awesome). im really glad they picked to sing that song for Floyd, esp since the Brozone family were overall initially uncomfortable being around one another but got through it for Floyd's sake. it was a very fun song (especially with all its ad libs, i loved those)

im also very glad they kept his hair's roots white, to show the consequences of Floyd having been held captive for so long. i know some people's hair goes white prematurely from stress; and i know a lot of people dye their hair for a sense of agency and control (especially would make sense in Troll culture, considering the cultural importance of hair to them). i know some people have the hc that Clay's hair as a kid was dyed blonde, hence why his hair has changed to green (i think it was meant to serve as a visual reminder of how he's changed from Fun to Serious; since all the other brothers largely kept their personality. but who knows, Branch's hair was originally very blue and is now much more black than it originally was; maybe personality shifts change hair in a "true colors" kind of way. but that's just me, i do also very much support Clay's Hair Was Dyed Blonde Back Then and is its natural color now). i think Floyd's hair being impacted by the crystal nonsense, and Floyd trying to reclaim his body/hair through dying it back to the color it majorly was before everything happened makes sense. maybe he was convinced to leave the roots white as a kind of "reverse frosted tips" look lol

but yeah, i really do hope against hope that Floyd gets to be an ambulatory mobility-aid user. we saw in the crowd-shots of the last Brozone concert before their break-up how a Trolls wheelchair could look (which... not going to lie: i wish that was designed to make more sense, bc i cannot tell how that Troll self-propels without using their hair). and i think it is really cool that Trolls mobility-aids look so cutesy and loud and fun! like (ex-)King Peppy's all-green cane having polka-dots is really cute. i would love to see Poppy maybe use her scrapbooking skills to help Floyd customize his mobility-aid/s, assuming he would like the help, since it has been confirmed as early as "Trolls: Holiday in Harmony" via the comparison of Branch's attempt at scrapbooking that not all Trolls innately have that talent the same way all Trolls can sing. so i would love to see Poppy explicitly expand her talents from scrapbooking into other crafts (i think it'd very "queenly" of her to so directly interact with the assumed-marginalized of her community, and would be a great way for her to practice her listening-skills in a leadership role without it being too high-stakes). but id also love to see Satin and Chenille help as they explictly have talents with textiles/fabrics too. i just would love to see Floyd get a lot of help in this adjustment, and i also would love to know more about Trolls mobility-aids in a world-building sense (like, i LOVE the world-building towards mobility-aids in "Fullmetal Alchemist" with its automail (magical metal prosthetics that require painful surgeries and intense maintenance) and "Witch Hat Atelier"'s multiple mobility-aids, primarily their sealchairs (wooden chairs with deer/ram-like hoofed legs that can jump and run, but require seal maintence and money to gain, and cannot work in areas where magic is disallowed like a king's castle) and "Avatar: The Last Airbender"'s whole exploration of Toph and Teo (tho i do have heavy qualms over the Teo-episode's overall message to descrate the sacred, that was all Teo's DAD; so i digress as Teo himself is wonderful (there's a youtuber by the name of Oakwyrm if you want to hear more about my complaints on Teo's dad/that episode overall, as well as analysis on disability representation; Oakwyrm does a lot of disability analysis, i love it lol)), give me more disability in my fantasy PLEASE. this world is so creative with its Caterbus and Rhonda and how creatuve Trolls can apply their hair, i would love to see how their culture impacts what mobility-aids are available — like maybe the Trolls wheelchair-user in the Brozone crowd was how wheelchairs were 20 years ago, we have room to explore what Trolls disablity tech would look like nowadays. like, are the wheels still that big? and hard to reach? but also, just fun stickers and patches and customization in that distinctly Trolls-way would also be very fun to see, i would love to see how Floyd would want his mobility-aid/s to look should he ever have them ♡

assuming 👀 that i won't be hunted for sport for having been a closet "Trolls" fan.. 👀

i just wanted to shout out how refreshing it would be to have Floyd be chronically ill post-Velvet and Veneer. like, he can still dance and sing for his solo career; he just needs to cushion time before and after to recover, and he needs accommodations for things to prevent flare-ups of his symptoms. i doubt "Trolls" will, but itd be really cool if they used Floyd as ambulatory mobility-aid representation ("ambulatory" means his disability would be dynamic enough that he can walk/dance, but he needs mobility-aids on days where his body is flaring up and/or to prevent future flare-ups; like wheelchair, crutches, cane, whatever). maybe he has to go to a doctor regularly to navigate his symptoms, idk. maybe Clay can be his medical advocate sometimes. it'd be nice to see is my point

[aloneatpeace]

In another universe

Chapter 2

Sacrifice

Light footsteps can be heard as it made towards the kitchen. Your mother open the tap water waiting for the cup to fill. As she look out the window she see three hooded figure in distance. This made her a shiver run down her spine. She sprint into your brother room as it was the first one after making sure jack was safe . She go into yourroom. Leting out a breath of relief after seeing you safe in your dads hands.

She crouch down the bed kissing you're head the disturbance wake your dad.

" What are doing... You look like seen a ghost is everything alright ? " He get up from the bed carefully moving you from his hands and pulling the blanket up to your chin.

" I saw people in our backyard " At this his eyes wide and walk out of your room with you're mother trailing behind.

" What???. Are you sure "

" Yes they were 3 of them. All wearing black hood " She bite her nails looking anxiously around.

" Did you check jacks room ? " He grab a bat from the corner and your mother node. When he open the backdoor and look out there is no one was there.two minutes after waiting still nothing and your parents get back in the house after making sure everything is locked.

" I'm scared. Our babies " Your mother eyes is filled with tears.

" Nothing will happen to them you hear me. Why don't you get jack and come to our bedroom I'll get peaches okey. " He wipe her tears your mother mumble a small okey .

Your dad come into you're room and pick up up. You stir in your sleep.

" It's me peaches, go back to sleep " He coos you back to sleep. When he get in the room jack and mother already there and he lay you in the middle next to jack wrapping you and your brother in blanket. He reach and grab your mother hand giving it a squeeze.

The morning was hectic. It's is the starting of your 3 grade you more than excited. Chorus of i love you after you and your brother off to school. You were expecting to play with Jenny and maggie there were your best friend from kindergarten but they didn't come to school, maybe their sick. There absence made you gloomy but Playground time is most exciting time of the day. You made new friends confidently approaching them without shying away.

You let out giggle as you happily swing in the swig set but a white fluffy ball capture your attention, it's a rabbit you slowly move towards it. It turn to look at you before hopping away you follow it without hesitation. It lead you straight towards the lady you see yesterday. She give you wide grin. Not wanting get scolded by mom again you turn to run then suddenly all turn black.

The phone ringing sound make your mother to put the cake batter down .she pick up the phone.

"Hello, ________ residences, yes it is she . Is everything alright ?" Your mother face twist into pure horror. The phone fall from her hands. She run out the house without looking back

Jack sit with the principal of the school as he wait for his parents to come. Cops are searching around school . Parents took their children's home as principal and teachers informed them The door to the office swig open Jack look at it seeing it's his parents he run to them.

Jack hug his mom with teary eyes. His father loud yell making him more frightened, he never heard his father shout.

" Where my daughter?? "

"Sir calm down " The officer tell him

" Clam down,???she is my baby where is she ??. You were supposed to keep her safe." Your father lauch at the principal griping his shirt collar .

" Mister calm down. We will find her " The police officers grab your father making him release the principal.

Your mother sobs can be heard. The officers tell them to sit as they ask the questions. After that your father make your mother and Jack to go to the Negbiour as he go to look for himself.

" It's all my fault . Dad said I should take care of her but I didn't. " Jack sob already missing you. He didn't think that someone will take you away from him.

Your mother take his face in her hand " Hey don't blame yourself. You didn't know. Dad is not mad you nor me okey. He looking for her. We will find her okey.everything is going to be alright."she give him small sad smile.

"You're lying. I know there is kids missing and they never came back, not alive " At jacks word she freeze. They never wanted to tell you or Alex about the missing children or how they found dead after days with slit wrists, pale and cold.

"Don't say that. We will find her. And she is going annoy you like she does all the time." That made Jack smile. But dread filled herher body she doesn't want see you without your sweet smile and toothy grin She already miss, she felt cold without your hugs and kisses. As you randomly walts around demanding for one.she need to stay hopeful for her son now.

" Yeah. She is annoying " He sniffs. "But i want her back " . His brown eyes with tears looking at his mother.

She embrace him " Me too honey"

Fingers smoothly glade through your hair Mumbling of unknown language reach your ear. You open your eye to meet the stary night. The moon is more visible than last night . You glance at person who is touching your hair, it's the same lady from yesterday.

"How did you sleep, I hope you have energy because we're going to need it " She let out hysterical laugh that give Goosebumps all over you. It is not friendly. Tear starts to build up in your eye.

" Ohhh. I can't with the water works." She grab your hand walk you towards where people with weird clothes standing.

You start to tug her hand and trying desperately run away from there. She flick her fingers and purple mist came from her and it straight went in your eyes.

A older women came in the front as the lady move away from you.

"Now lay down in the middle " Her voice was demanding .

Despite you tried so hard to not to you did what she told you. The chanting of their voice grow louder and the sky become more clear. The Crensent moon light fall on you.In the moon light you could see flowers and cake , wine around you in certain pattern.The old lady murmur as she kneel in left side and another on kneel on your right side. A sharp pain make you cry out as they cut your hand. The blood run down your wrists. Your scream died out your vision get coulded, head dizzy.

When you open your eye your in forest. You start to cry. You look around for anyone take you home.

"Dad...."

" Mom.... I wanna go home " You fall into ground Cruling into a ball.

"Well .... Well aren't you small little adorable thing " Voice sweet as honey make you lift your head. You gasp at the sight in front of you.

[Without the torch and weapon ]

She elegantly walk towards you. You stand up hands gripping your skirt.

"Who are you? " You ask temberling in fear .

" I'm Hecate , what is your name? "

" I can't tell you " She glance at you with a tilted head a small smile on her lips.

" Why is that little one?" She kneel in front of you.

" Because you're stranger. Dad told me not talk to stranger "you take a step back eyeing the women curiously.

" Aren't you smart one "

" No I'm not " You shake your head at her . She look at amused by your answer . " If I was smart I would be with my parents, in my home " Your parents and jacks face came in your mind and lone tear fall down your cheek. She reach to wip that away. You flich but let her do as she please . Her dogs still behind her .

" Well child im only your guidance here, take my hand and walk with me " She stand up giving you a hand and hesitately you take it.

Her hand is warm and soft like moms at this you feel a little comfortable.

She sit on tree branch that was fall , she gesture you to do the same her dog sit beside her on the ground. The snake slither around her arm and neck. You look at them fascinated yet scared.

" Do you want to go home? " She ask you as she pet her snake. You mumble a small yes.

" I'll help you "she set the snake down before turning to you. Her eyes stare intensily at you. She lift her hand a purple mist form .

A gold bar , a necklace with crescent moon and stars and red heart shape stone, a glowing orb

" Choose one of these, fear not "

With a puzzeled look on your face you look at her nevertheless you took the chain without the second thought. She raise her perfect eyebrow at your decision and panick rise in you.

" Why did you choose that? " She ask in the soft voice.

" It has star and moon in it. Me and my dad would watch the sky when it a stary night. He told me last night that he always with me even if I don't see him some times like these stars " With a distant look on your face you touch the star. She smile softly at you.

"Didn't I told you I'll take you home "

"Yes you did. But im dead . You're a goddess right " At this she let a laugh and it was soothing.

" Who said you're not smart "

" Me " You both laugh out loud at your words.

" My, my.. You are one of kind. No one made me laugh like that in a long time" She look at you with pure adoration.

" It's okey. I'll be with you if you let me "you plead. Resting your head on your hands.

" With me, a lady who have snake wrapped in her neck " She give you a teasing smile.

"Yeah.your hand is warm and soft like mom and i like animals so it's alright."

You admit with a toothy grin, Cheeks lifting up . She pinch your cheeks with soft smile.

" You're making this harder than it's already. your life and everyone in it will face a new world challenges that will open up to you.The world is full of greedy people. That's the reason you're here. Forgive me for what fate I'm given you. No amount of your innocent smile won't make the my guilty any less, makes my heart less heavy . But only you could be true holder of my power,to stop the unworthy earning my abilities,to save the innocent lives of many childrens .i hope you won't share same fate as her .this is for the greater good. Forgive me my child." She said with a sad smile. You don't understand what that means but before you can ask what she is saying . She kiss your forehead and black sports cover your eyes .

"She is dead " The chanting stops. The moonlight fade away from you body. Dark clouds drapes over the moon. An erie silence followed.

" What???? You told me she is the one. I was supposed to have the power of the scarlet witch, above all hecates abilities and protection." The older witch yell at them as they all keep their head down in shame. Agatha roll her eye at her.

" You all are nothing but bug that live under my feet "The older witch raise her arm the blue mist wrapping around her followers bodies as they yelp in pain, falling down on the knees. The older witch starts to age back.

" You will find other one . Otherwise you power will be mine. Understood? " At chorus of yes she release them.

"Throw the waste away ".she coldly ordered

Series masterlist

[thekillingjoke-haha]

YOU ARE WERE MINE

Summary: Sacrifices are often made for the ones we love....even if it might hurt.

Parings: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader, Hinted at Male!reader x John Winchester, and Sam Winchester x Unmentioned girls

Warning?: Bi Sam ,Dean still flirting with reader, No jess death for M/n, Reader is a hunter...and never told Sam, Yellow-eyes, mention(hint at) smut

Sam looked up at M/n with a smile he wore a sexy fireman outfit for the bar outing the yellow shirt looked like it was going to rip if the surprisingly taller male flexed a little too much the red suspenders held up loss fitting brown pants and a axe that leaned on the door frame. "Come on Babe dress up a little." He said tightening the suspenders straps.

"You know I don't like Halloween." Sam sighed as his boyfriend came up to him kissing his cheek with a mischievous smirk. "Too bad guess I can't give you your treat." The h/c man growled nipping his ear as he walked out of their shared bedroom. With a fake pout he chased after him. "If I put on a Halloween shirt will it pass?" He said hopefully putting his arms over M/n shoulder causing him to put his hands on his hips. "Hmmm....If I get to pick the shirt." Sam chuckled and nodded. He'll soon regret that.

Luis was loosing his shit laughing at the shit while M/n smiled proudly at what his boyfriend was wearing it was a plain dark gray t-shirt with the words 'Just the tip. I Promise.' And a knife. "This has to be your best work, N/n." Stephan, M/n best friend, said dressed as a cop high fives the awaiting hand.

M/n gave Sammy a small grin and winked causing him to blush slightly. It was time to celebrate with friends Sam's accomplishment he can wait later to celebrate with Sam his own way.

(Time skip past smexy times~might do it later)

M/n woke up in a empty bed to the sound of a fight he quickly got up in only his boxers to see what was wrong. He knew it was human since he had symbols all under wall paper and floor boards. Turning on the lights he sees Sam and a shorter man next to him "Sammy?" He said causing both of them to look over maybe he should have put on pants eyes raked down his form. "Woah. Hi I'm Dean Rapunzel's older brother. You must be his roommate..." The green eyed man bit his lip looking down south of the s/c man before him. "...I just love Scooby-Doo.~" Dean said keeping his gaze on the mystery machine briefs M/n was wearing. Sam quickly got between both of them pushing his brother back. "Dean this N/n my boyfriend" A confused look crossed his face. "Where's Jess you girlfriend?" He asked. "She was my roommate graduated a year ago and M/n moved in."

Dean looked back at M/n the flirtatious smirk back on his face. "You're way out of my brothers league." Sam put a around his boyfriends waist pulling him close. "Why are you here Dean?" There was a pause of silence. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days." The blonde said before it was shot down. "Let me rephrase. Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." With that Sam tensed up and looked over to M/n. "I'll be right back." His tone rushed as he peeked him in the cheek and left their shared apartment brother in tow.

Once the sound of their foot steps were heard going down the stairs M/n sighed his hand running through his bed head. "Fucking Winchester’s." He mumbled before going back up stairs going to his old room. M/n went to the closet moving boxes out of the way till he got to the duffel bag he was looking for. A burner phone weighed heavy in his hand as he wandered back to bed. "If he goes I go." He mumbled to himself looking at the mirror on the nightstand. M/n has been off and on with hunting ever since he started dating Sam and he knew who he was the moment his last name left his lips, but he only put on a smile and gave him his first and middle name since L/n were famous in the community.

Sam came back to the apartment and started to pack a bag. "Sam what's going on?" M/n said innocently as he watched more of his boyfriends clothes fill the bag. "Just going to help look for Dad. Probably just went out with a old friend and didn't bother to pick up." Sam zipped up the bag as he threw it over his shoulder. "You know what's Monday right?! You can't just not show up it's your dream on the line, Babe!" M/n stepped forward slowing down the rushed pace. "I know...you're right and I'll be back on Monday." We walked out of the building. "Promise to call me when you get there." The h/c man said hugging the long haired brunette close. "I promise." With a final kiss goodbye M/n waved him off before going inside. Time to jump back into the L/n family business. Pulling out the burner it rung as the first number was dialed. "I don't give a damn of you are the IRS or girl scouts selling fucking cookies it's one am you idjit!" The familiar voice rung out. "Good talking to you to Uncle Bobby." M/n chuckled and the older man's breath caught in his throat. "Well I'll be damned do my ears deceive me or is that little F/n all grown up?"

"Glad you didn't trash this number."

"What are you calling for boy its still 1am?" Bobby asked.

" I need to pick up my truck. I'm going hunting."

~~~~Time Skip~~~~

Sam sat in the motel room trying to call M/n, but he didn't pick up. If only he knew that right at that moment he was beheading a vampire while laughing like a sadistic prick. After cleaning the blood off and burning the barn that held the nest M/n tried calling back when it picked up he heard Sam's distressed voice. "M/n now is not a good time. I'm so cold hold me" A voice spoke over Sam's. "Who the hell was that?!" I heard a loud hissing noise. "Sam!" That's when a shotgun went off, glass shattered, and the lime went dead. M/n stood up and paced un his room it would be late before he got home he'll have to hall ass to get there before Sam.

Going out to the truck he opened the bed lifting the metal cover and false bottom loading the weapons. He had no time to drop it back off. The road was silent till a voice interrupted it. "Hello, handsome. What's the rush?" Almost swerving into a ditch M/n looked over and saw a man with graying blonde hair. Reaching for a weapon the man's eyes flashed yellow gazing at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He snapped causing the h/c make to look straight and push hard into his seat. "You're the little Winchester’s boy toy. Well in two hours he'll be home and dead by the time you arrive." M/n's breath caught in his throat. "Liar. I'm not stupid every hunter has heard what happened to Mary it doesn't take a genius to see they weren't the only one's. You need him alive and well, so why are you hear?" He growled low in his throat as the demon chuckled. "Got me there. You see Sammy boy needs to get back in the life and you being, I don't know, alive is getting in the way." The pressure grew stronger on the restrained man's chest till he almost could feel his lungs squeeze. "But I'm a business man. You work for me you live and maybe see Sam again or die in a blaze and the last thing he sees is your burning corpse. Can't be a protective boyfriend if your dead."

"What will happen to me if I agree?" That's when a sick smile pulled on his lips. "You become a demon. No a demon doesn't possess you! You yourself become one you memories and personality intact. So deal?" He held his hand out to the s/c man as he sighed taking his eyes from the road. "Deal." The demons yellows eyes shined bright as he yanked the young man forward pressing their lips together sealing it. "You are mine." He growled possessively as M/n pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's number. It went to voice mail. "Hey Rapunzel. I want you to know...I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. You mean the world to me...so once you figure out how to open you voice mail this is waiting for you."

Sam woke up from his nightmare of his burning apartment building. It been almost three years since then and he never gotten over it. It took a year to get to his messages and what M/ n left behind gave him more questions then answers. He couldn't even get into the apartment before the flames erupted. Sam had doubts about M/n in the fire, but after the police report was released only one casualty of M/n Middle/n. Dean tried to tell my it would at some point get better, but the guilt still felt heavy in his chest. Nightmares of M/n in the fire not in pain, but seeming to absorb the flames made him question what really happened. The brothers had a lead on yellow eyes that their dad led them to. It all seemed to convenient that after the fight he knew to much about the demon that pledged his nightmares. The warehouse was falling apart it was in shambles as Dean parked baby next to it. "Are you sure this is the place?" Sam asked his brother. "Dad said this was it. Load up." Dean got out the car popping the trunk. This didn't feel right.

Tied up, beaten, and tortured. The Winchesters look up at their own fathers face with those horrid yellow eyes. "You boys never questioned a thing didn't even hesitate to come inside!" He chuckled darkly as the surrounding demons grinned. "This would have been the part where I laugh at you kill you dragging your sorry souls to hell to be my toys for the next millennium, but I have something better!" Signature Winchester grin lifted his lips as he called out seeming to no one. "Oh, honey bear! Come say hi." The sound of a strong gust of wind came from behind them as the clack of well made dress shoes hit the shifty floor boards. A man wearing black dress pants, shoes, and a open f/c(not black) silk button up. His back was to the brothers as John lifted his head up to kiss the man's cheek. Turning around white eyes looked at them, but that face was unmistakably M/n's a scar on his brow but it was him. Sam was chocked up M/n was in front of him looking well and oh God he's with enemy that took their dad's body as a meat suit.

"Do you like him, Sammy? Hells best torturer!" John said running his hands over M/n as the man kept his gaze locked on the tallest Winchester analyzing him as he seethed with anger at the demon touched his boyfriend. "Oh the things he's done would make Lucifer blush." Yellow-eyes trailed his hand down the scarred chest biting his lip making Sam struggle more. Snapping his fingers the other demons took Dean, but Sam was left there. "You're not useful to me dead Sammy boi." The demon circled him. "What's the best kind of torture, love?" M/n seemed to move for the first time getting right in front of Sam dropping to his knees being face to face with him. Cupping the beaten cheek of the hunter in his s/c hand his white clouded orbs turned the lively e/c giving a sympathetic look before it switched off. "Physiological." Sam didn't notice the room shifted into their old apartment tears pooled in those e/c eyes. "Where were Sammy?" A hiccup in between silent cries ended the sentence as a scene played out of M/n on the phone trying to talk to Sam before it cut off. "I needed you!" A scene of M/n chained to a wall seeing figures of his past hurt him till he gave in. "You were mine. And you threw it all away, threw me away like garbage!" The images went to Sam being with girls, but he could see familiar h/c hair in the background.

Tears rolled down Sam's face as white eyes filled his vision the eyes he loved fading away. What felt like hours happened in only a few seconds and within those seconds Sam was broken. He buried his face into the palm still cupping his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!' Sam would do anything for his M/n back even if it meant killing the monster his father has become. A gentle kiss stopped the trail of tears. "You are mine."

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A/N: Quote= I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. -The Vampire Diaries

Tagged: @spnquotebingo

First male reader it was fun.

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Chapter 4: Mari: Fearing Yourself

A/N: So, this is definitely not my best chapter. And I won't lie, I was struggling, given that chaos going on on my end. That said, I hope this is somewhat enjoyable.

Mari didn't know how long she was unconscious for...or if she was even alive.

All she remembered was her guilt, her falling, and Sunny being unable to pull her back up. She remembered the most immense pain her knee and neck, before darkness took her.

Now, she woke up in a white void.

....

....

The fact that she was alone broke her heart....

Mari missed her brother. She was reeking with guilt and remorse...of not doing something to help him sooner.

God, was he even okay? Was he alive, at least...?

She didn't even want to think about the alternative. That would break her in more ways than one....

Would Sunny even forgive her? For not doing anything for him sooner?

The girl wouldn't be surprised if he didn't. Not even a little. For all her beliefs that she needed to be perfect so she would be accepted and loved....

She failed to take action on Sunny's frustration sooner....

....

....

"What is with you, brat?" A voice echoed around Mari, startling her. "You have no reason to be bellyaching over this minor issue. After all, it was the boy's choice to muck everything up."

She then was then forced to the "ground" of the void, before seeing the source of the voice mocking Sunny and her.

Much to her shock, the voice's owner looked nearly identical to her. However, the figure seemed older, wearing a dark purple dress with various eyes, heels, and her hands were dripping with a black ooze or ink-like substance.

It was...unsettling, to say the least, as Mari immediately backed up from her lookalike.

The figure rolled her eyes, saying, "You're such a brat, just like Sunny. You want everything to be perfect, right? Then why aren't you trusting me?"

Mari looked up at her doppelganger, before lowering her head, "What's the point of perfection...? Especially if you fail...to help your loved ones sooner...?"

The girl's lookalike, in a response of agitation, lifted Mari by the neck in a firm choke hold.

"You were so close to making our father proud. Sunny's feelings shouldn't cause so much problems for you, Mari." She added, narrowing her eyes at the girl.

Mari could only choke out, "But he's...my baby brother...!", before being thrown to the floor by her counterpart.

"YOU ARE SO PATHETIC!" The doppelganger roared, however, the girl couldn't hear her.

At this point, her brain had tuned everything out....

....

....

This was hell....

Every waking moment, the girl was constantly harassed by her double for feeling bad.... For feeling guilty for the accident.

What else was she supposed to feel?

Anger towards Sunny?

Hatred towards her brother?

For something that was obviously an accident?

For something that she could've prevented if she acted sooner?

It wasn't fair...to be judged for what she was feeling right now. It wasn't fair...for her brother to be ridiculed.

She felt sick to her stomach over all of this....

....

....

Right now, Mari had no options left....

She had to either...abandon her body or continue being subjugated to her doppelganger's vicious manipulation and harassment.

She had to leave....

This.... She couldn't accept this, let alone withstand it.

The girl took a deep breath, hoping that if there was a god or some sort of higher power, said power would be merciful and give her a second chance....

With that, she ventured into the abyss....

Into the unknown.

A/N: Because I forgot, here's Omori and our antagonist.

Omori: Recovery Route (A Coma-Mari AU by pyroanime2k16)

A/N: Sorry. No special cover this time. Also, this will primarily focus on Mari and Sunny's interactions, as that's what I write best.

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Chapter 1: Case Of Awareness

Mari would've had to be a fool in order to NOT notice what her brother was going through.

Even now, as they were practicing for the recital one more time, the girl could tell how stressed Sunny seemed.

She could tell that he was growing tired and frustrated with the constant practice of the recital. Her perfectionism and their father's expectations certainly weren't helping and she knew it....

The older of the two siblings wanted to apologize in some way. A way that could actually be felt.

Mari was also worried about straining or ruining her sibling relationship with Sunny.

Eventually, the practice ended and Sunny quietly left the room. Mari felt a sickening feeling in her abdomen.

....

And then there was the sound of something shattering on the floor, cuing Mari to immediately stand up and rush to the foyer, spotting a broken violin at the bottom of the stairs.

The teenage girl paled. She screwed up. She was certain that she had fucked up now....

Especially when she turned to face Sunny, who was struggling to calm down. He was heaving, his arms shaking as he tried...and failed to take in deep breaths.

Mari went up the stairs. She had to fix this. She let this happen for too long. She had to do something to make up for it.

"Sunny...?" The teenager called out, cuing the boy to instinctively turn away. "Sunny, please look at me."

The boy didn't say anything for a few moments, before mumbling, “Please leave me alone….” His sister shook her head, “Brother, please talk to me…!”

“Mari, please stop….” The boy mumbled at a volume that was to quiet to hear. He was struggling to keep himself calm.

He wanted to run. He wanted to leave.

"Please just...talk to me, Sunny...!" The teenager pleaded. "Please let me try to help...!"

The boy shook his head, trying to block the words out. He needed to leave. To be alone to calm down.

Eventually, after a few more moments of back and forth, Sunny just...couldn't take it anymore and chose to push Mari away to give him some distance....

...Except both parties forgot that they were on top of the stairs. Upon being pushed, Mari's bad knee ultimately buckled painfully, causing her to fall towards the stairs....

Almost on pure instinct and in a state of shock, Sunny lurched forward and grabbed Mari's hand with his left, holding the railing with his right.

Almost immediately, the boy's weak grip began slipping, cuing him to tighten his hold as much as he could. The two siblings looked at each other, still in shock by what just happened.

The older of the two siblings, much to Sunny's surprise, just gave a weak and sad smile as the boy's grip ultimately failed.

The boy could only watch in horror as his sister collapsed on the stairs and tumbled to the floor.

The boy stood in fright and silence, before eventually working up the courage to walk down towards Mari. Of course, he understandably assumed that she was dead....

That he accidentally killed his own sister....

Then he heard the very faint sound of breathing. After kneeling down and putting his ear near his sister's face, he was able confirm it.

The breathing was obviously strained...as a result of severe pain and a near-fatal incident....

But Mari was miraculously alive. Unconscious, but alive....

Though, before he could react to that, Sunny realized that there was another person in the house...right in the front doorway as he glanced up.

"Basil...?" The boy whispered, noticing the equally shocked and frightened blonde.

Basil then asked in a shaky voice, "I-Is she...?" "She's...alive.... Needs help. NOW...." Sunny responded as attempted to control his breathing.

"Get Kel and Hero's mom or dad...." The boy pleaded, which resulted in the blonde rushing next door in a panic....

...Leaving Sunny alone to hold Mari in his arms and whisper apology after apology....

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gallavich week 2021 - day 3 - travel au as always inspo from @ianandmickeygallavich // @gallavichthings

Stuck with You

Words: 5.5k

Summary: A winter storm strands a desperate-to-return-to-Chicago Ian at the airport with no car. A dark-haired mysterious man in an expensive-looking leather jacket and sunglasses seems to be his only hope. Ian grows suspicious of the man's true intentions as they embark on their road trip with some funky excursions. The two men find what need they most in each other.

"Fiona, I'm literally at the gate. I'm about to board now!" Ian was lying straight out of his ass as he was running through the bustling airport, dragging his bag as fast as the bent-as-all-hell wheels on the suitcase would allow him. He had not, in fact, woken up to his first alarm... or second. Maybe he was running extremely late despite Fiona's near-constant nagging to get there early in case something happens again.

Ian mumbled a quiet "Fuck" as his suitcase's wheel locked up again. He did not have time for this. His huffed cursing was apparently heard by Fiona's supersonic hearing. A woman in white capris glared his way. Okay, maybe it wasn't that quiet.

"Ian!" Fiona's voice rang through his phone. She sounded frantic and exhausted. She had every right to be, but Ian was not in the mood for an early morning guilt trip. "What happened? And you better stop fuckin' lying to me and get your ass-"

"Fi, I gotta go, love you, talk to you later, promise," he mumbled all the formalities as genuinely as he could muster before he hung up. He had tuned his attention into his surroundings and noticed an absurd about of people hovered around the rent-a-car station while the airport gates nearly empty, except for the occasional airport employees trying to reason with irritated passengers.

Sure enough, something did happen, as Fiona would have happily predicted. There was a massive winter storm and all flights had been delayed until further notice. Ian idly walked to his gate just to make sure he wasn't going to miss his plane like he had the day before. The gate was a fuckin' ghost town besides one man in an expensive-looking studded leather jacket and shiny dark hair to match. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of purple sunglasses, despite the fact that they were currently indoors.

Ian instinctively stepped closer to the man to maybe strike up a conversation. It wasn't something he was so fond of doing, but if he was trapped at an airport, he might as well make friends. Anything to distract his anxious thoughts about not making it back to Chicago in time for his interview. He couldn't even look at his phone, knowing Fiona was probably blowing it up right now about how he has to get his shit together. He knows.

In the midst of his inner debate, Ian oh-so-gracefully tripped over a chair -- the wheels of his suitcase coming to a halt, causing the bag to loudly clang against a nearby pole.

The man jumped up with a startle, yanking off his glasses and swiftly reaching into his boot and pulling out a small knife. He slowly took in the fact that there was no threat -- just a giant blushing ginger wincing at the knife pointed his direction.

The man sighed and tucked his knife away, "Shit, I thought you were trying to rob me or something."

Ian eyed a small black backpack tucked behind the man's legs. That bag was sleek and tiny compared to Ian's nightmare of a bag.

"Ain't look like you got much to steal," Ian joked, immediately regretting his decision to be witty after literally just being held at knifepoint. Maybe the mysterious man would appreciate his charm.

The man frowned. Okay, maybe Ian's humor wasn't for everyone.

"And how did you get that knife through security?" Ian asked in attempt to ease the tension a bit.

"None of your damn business." The man retorted shortly, but his eyes lingered over Ian for a moment longer, amused.

"Right." Ian replied after a moment. That was fair. He was a stranger, after all. But there was something about this man that was so intriguing. The man stood nearly half a foot shorter than Ian and clearly had the personality to make up for it. Ian was most definitely not in the mood to almost get stabbed again so he decided to lay off the talking, making an obvious show of adverting his gaze from the gorgeous leather-clad man in front of him.

"Uh.. hey," the man spoke up again as he looked around the terminal. "Did I miss the flight or did everyone just get abducted by aliens or some shit?"

Ian was amused at the aliens bit. Who even was this guy?

"It looks like all flights are delayed. Some freak super-storm coming in, don't want any crashes or anything."

"Buncha pussies," the dark-haired man grumbled as he stood up.

"Where are you going?" Shut up, Ian, shut up shut up shut up.

"Rent-a-car? Is that okay with you?" The guy pulled his bag over his shoulder, but turned his gaze back to Ian.

"Uh, yeah, I mean -- sorry, never mind." Nice going, Ian.

"I'm just busting your balls, man. Just gotta get back to Chicago before the weekend. Can't just sit around like a little bitch and wait for a storm to pass like some people." The enigmatic man teased him.

Ian rolled his eyes, but followed him like a lost puppy. "You're not the only one. I have an interview in Chicago in two days and I really can't miss it." Ian pointed back towards the rent-a-car area when the man didn't question him any further. "Don't think you'll have much luck with that, by the way. They looked almost sold outta cars when I walked past here earlier."

"So you walked past the rent-a-car instead of actually getting one? Real smart, Stumbles."

Ian cringed at the nickname. So much for first impressions. The man pulled out his phone from the tight pocket of his pants and stopped abruptly, Ian almost losing his balance to keep from stumbling into the guy. Again. Ian was literally swept up off his feet by this dude. He had to get himself in control before he lost what remained of his dignity.

"Ey' Dimitri, I need a car." The guy said into the phone. Ian awkwardly waited around. It wasn't like they made any plans of travelling together but they were in the middle of a conversation, he couldn't just leave. It wouldn't be polite. Not that much about this guy was polite to begin with. But they had something going at least. The phone conversation got heated very quickly. Now Ian could very clearly see why he was the type of person to have a knife in arm's reach at any given notice.

"I know you have fuckin' plenty. I'll drop it off next time I see Yevgeny, you know I'm good for it. I gotta job this weekend- It is your fuckin' business when your bitch of a wife- Oh c'mon, you can admit she's a bit of a bitch. Whatever- Or do you wanna tell Svetlana that your incompetent ass is the reason why she ain't getting her payment- or do you plan on paying for that shit? Didn't think so. Black cat. Red one."

There was definitely a lot to unpack and as curious as Ian was, he was definitely not gonna ask... yet.

"Red, you comin'?" The dark-haired man called over his shoulder as he started heading towards the airport's exit.

"Me?" Way to play it cool, Ian.

"No. The other giant ginger standing behind you. Yes, you."

"My name's Ian, by the way."

"Don't care."

"Where are we going?"

"Chicago."

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Together but not together, they waited for... Dimitri, maybe? The shorter man beside Ian was tapping around on his phone and hadn't said a word about their plans beyond the simple 'Chicago.'

Right as Ian got the nerve to ask, a sleek black jaguar came to a halt on the street in front of them. Ian only knew a bit about cars because his brother liked fixing them up -- and man, was this a sick car. Lip would be jealous. Ian fought the urge to take a photo of the car -- unsure what the boundaries were in situations like this.

Ian's mystery man sauntered over to the driver's seat, exchanging a loaded handshake before switching places with the driver, who was apparently not Dimitri.

The passenger side window rolled down, revealing a bright red interior. "Coming, princess?"

Ian placed his suitcase in the backseat before hopping in the front himself.

"Do I ever get to know your name, princess?" Ian teased back. But he was genuinely curious.

The guy smirked, "Buckle up. I ain't slowing down for anything." And true to his word, they sped out of the parking lot, earning a few well-deserved horns from cars that they had cut off. Ian cringed.

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Ian waited until they were on the interstate to speak again, not wanting to be the cause for an accident with this guy's hectic driving and the snow lightly falling on the road in front of them. Maybe he shouldn't be getting into cars with mysterious strangers. Maybe he should have thought of that before he did, in fact, get into a car with a mysterious stranger.

Ian decided to try again, "Ya know, if you don't tell me your name, I'm just going to start calling you something real stupid, like Bob or Cookie or Raven."

"Raven is actually kinda badass." The man replied, not taking his eyes off the road, but the side of his mouth quirking upward.

This guy was impossible, "Ugh."

"Ya know, you're kind of annoying for a passenger who should be grateful that I'm saving your ass. I could dump you on the side of the road, make you hitch hike all the way to Chicago or wherever the hell you end up. Probably some real weirdos out there wanting to pick up a pretty boy like you."

"Didn't ask to be saved." Ian blushed despite his best efforts to play it cool.

"No? So you were just following me all around the airport, why?" He glanced at Ian this time.

Yeah, he had a point. "Like I said, I got an interview I can't miss. My sister set it up for me and she would actually have my ass if I fucked this up. I'm talking like this-is-the-final-straw." Ian sighed, running his hands up and down his face.

"Hmm. You'll make it. I'm a good driver." He smirked. He lifted his hand off the wheel as if he were about to touch Ian's shoulder or something, but decided against it at the last second.

"Good and fast are not equivalent." Ian's breath hitched.

"Says you." The guy drummed his fingers.

"Says most people. And probably the cops." Ian was not about to spend a night in the slammer.

"Fuck the cops." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah."

The conversation died down and a rock ballad lulled over the car's exquisite sound system. Damn, this was a nice car.

"Mickey." The guy murmured, barely audible over the bass.

"What?" Like the mouse?

"My name's Mickey, by the way." He glanced over at Ian.

Oh. "Kinda badass." Ian returned with eye contact a smirk.

Mickey smiled at the road ahead of them.

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"Mornin', Sleeping Beauty." Mickey called out from the driver's seat, patting Ian's shoulder. Ian could have sworn Mickey's hand lingered a bit longer than necessary, but maybe he was just reading into the interaction.

Ian must have fallen asleep sometime during the drive, because now they were parking in the parking lot of a diner. Red neon lights highlighted the exterior, giving the place a sultry vibe. Odd vibe for an off-the-road diner, but Ian supposed it could be weirder.

Mickey hopped out of the car and shoved his hands into the pocket in his leather jacket, searching for something.

After a moment, Ian slowly stretched his legs out as he crawled out of the car and found Mickey smoking a cigarette while leaning against the hood of the car. It was picture perfect. Mickey hadn't noticed him emerge yet, so Ian decided to give into his urges as he snapped a picture of the beautiful man in front of him -- all black shadows and glowing red.

Ian closed the car door and Mickey stubbed out his cigarette and led them inside. "Usual table," he said to the hostess, who led them to a table set for two towards the back of the establishment.

Yeah, this was weird. Who the fuck had a 'usual table' at a joint off the highway in the middle of nowhere?

Inside hung the heads of exotic animals that Ian hoped were fake. Once they were sat across from each other, Mickey ordered a short stack of pancakes and Ian ordered a hamburger and fries -- the first thing he saw on the menu.

"So, brunch and tigers? What is this place?" Ian mused, curiosity and now suspicion overtaking him.

"Cool, huh? Got connections." Mickey went back to rearranging the condiments and sugars on their table.

"Mhm." Ian was skeptical, but didn't want to pry. He seemed to be on this guy's good side for now.

Ian spent the better part of their stay just taking in everything around them. The walls were lined with playing cards, posters from bands he's never heard of, bizarre news articles, lights swung and tacked up with a casual precision, literal jewelry and crowns under display cases, and he could've sworn there was sparkles mixed into the red paint covering the walls. It was like a goblin's cave or something.

Occasionally, he would look up at Mickey, who would look away almost instantly -- like he'd been caught in the middle of something. Planning something? Ian couldn't tell if Mickey's cheeks were actually blushing red or if it was just the lighting. Probably for the best because Ian blushed like a motherfucker whenever he held Mickey's eyes for too long.

Luckily, the waitress brought over their food before Ian could say something stupid. Ian's hamburger and fries were places in a classic red boat with black and white checkered paper. The burger was massive and had a flamingo pick placed in the center of it. Mickey's pancakes were covered in bananas, blueberries, and powdered sugar. The waitress also set down a glass elephant bottle filled with, what looked like, maple syrup. The waitress just smiled at them and walked away without another word. This place was strange. And Ian couldn't shake that feeling.

About halfway through eating, Ian had enough of the odd vibes and promptly excused himself to go to the bathroom. He had to get out of here, forgo his luggage in the fancy ass car. He didn't care if he'd have to hitch hike at this point. He washed his hands in the bathroom sink, planning when to make his escape, when the door swung open.

"Ian." Mickey looked genuinely concerned. No stupid nickname. Ian. "What's wrong, man? You looked pretty sick back there. Is it food poisoning? I'll give Anakin a fuckin' piece of my mind if he didn't cook that fuckin' burger. He knows better than to fuck with me." He rattled off.

Ian felt flighty and tried to take off during Mickey's rage-induced ramble but an arm gripped his bicep, stopping him in his tracks.

"Hey, Ian, look at me." That was the problem. Ian couldn't stop looking at him. He would probably do anything he asked. And that was fucking dangerous. He was a stranger with connections. That couldn't lead to anything good.

Ian finally made eye contact and the grip on his arm loosened, gently sliding towards his wrist before falling back to Mickey's side.

"Promise me you won't kill me." Ian blurted out.

Mickey's eyebrows nearly flew off his face, "Kill you? Where the fuck is this coming from? You think I hate you or something?"

"Well, maybe, I don't know. This is weird."

"Maybe." Mickey paused, actually making an effort to see this whole strange situation from Ian's perspective. "But I like weird."

Ian stayed silent.

"I promise I'm not going to kill you. I promise that I'm going to get you back to Chicago for your interview. I promise we're all good, okay?"

The tension in Ian's shoulder's visibly relaxed and he released a breath he didn't know he had been holding. But that confession still doesn't explain this weird excursion.

"Why does everyone here know you?" Ian finally asked, swallowing his nerves.

This was not a conversation for the men's bathroom, but here they were anyways.

Mickey looked a bit embarrassed. "Used to live a few towns over with my ex-wife-"

"Ex-wife?" Ian nearly choked.

"Svetlana. Fuckin' disaster. But I used to come here with my son, Yev, on special occasions when his mom was out. He always loved it -- thought he was the king or some shit."

"Oh."

"Don't see the kid as much anymore, but this place still has the best fuckin' pancakes so we go when we can."

"So this isn't a sting operation to kidnap me?"

Mickey rolled his eyes, "You're an idiot. I actually happen to like you."

"Yeah, me too."

"So glad you like yourself, champ."

"Oh, fuck me." Ian groaned.

"Maybe later." Mickey smiled too sweetly for someone who had just insinuated what they had.

They returned to their table, finishing off what they could. Mickey had insisted he pay for both of their meals -- reparation for nearly giving Ian a heart attack and fleeing off to fucking Mexico or something. The waitress collected their tab and walked away with a wink, "Have fun tonight, boys."

"See ya 'round, Geneva." Mickey called, "Always in my fuckin' business." But Ian could tell it was meant with nothing but fondness.

Mickey held gave a two finger salute to the hostess on his way out before holding the lion-studded doors and turning to face Ian, "We're in this together, yeah?"

"Yeah."

--

Ian didn't fall asleep in the car this time. Instead, they played the license plate game and carried impersonal conversation in between stops at gas stations and fast food restaurants.

--

"Books or movies?" Ian read from his phone.

"What kind of fuckin' question is that?"

"From the online list you made me look up!"

"Yeah, because you suck at coming up with questions!"

"Whatever. Books or movies?"

"Movies, duh."

"Aw, c'mon, you don't like books? When was the last time you even read a book?"

Mickey flipped him off, "What about you, smartass? You prefer books over movies?"

"Well, no..."

"Well, exactly."

--

"Cats or dogs?" Ian asked. "I've never had either, but dogs are cool."

"Yeah, 'cause you act like one."

Ian gasped, mocking an expression of hurt. "I bet you're a dog person, though."

"Yeah, why're you so sure about that?"

"They're all tough and shit."

"I got a cat back home. She's tougher than any dog I know."

"What's her name?"

"Indy."

"Aw, softy."

"It's short for Indica, clearly we're cool."

Ian gave an even more exaggerated "Aww."

"Shut up, next question."

--

They had missed the worst of the winter storm that had threatened their flight and gotten them in this situation to begin with. It was starting to get dark and while Mickey assured Ian that he could drive through the night, Ian insisted they could stop at a hotel and still make it back before his interview. Truthfully, he didn't want to be involved in a luxury car crash with a maybe Russian mobster. He couldn't pinpoint Mickey, but that's what he had currently decided on.

They had pulled off into the lot of a pink hotel. Mickey had gotten them two rooms, side-by-side. Instead of going up to his room and passing out like Ian had expected, Mickey headed straight towards the hotel bar -- ordering a mojito and a vodka tonic and making friendly talk with the waitress in a very low cut red shirt like they were old friends. Mickey was nothing like Ian expected.

Ian headed up to his room to drop off his suitcase and call Fiona back, sure she was going to disown him right then and there for avoiding her calls all day.

--

Ian opted against going down to the bar and instead watched reruns on the hotel tv. Alcohol didn't really mix well with his meds and he didn't want a hangover if they were going to be in a car all day tomorrow -- especially a nice car like that. Yeah, he wasn't puking in that anytime soon if he could help it.

He took a long, hot shower, indulging in the hotel's eucalyptus-scented body wash before settling in for the night.

Ian was resting peacefully until he heard a blood-curdling scream next door. Mickey was next door. Mickey.

Ian leapt out of bed, grabbing nothing but his shirt before frantically knocking on Mickey's door. C'mon Mickey, don't be dead. C'mon. C'mon.

Mickey swung open the door rubbing sleep from his eyes, "Ian?"

"Uh, hi. I heard screaming. Just making sure you're not being murdered."

"Shit, yeah. I get night terrors sometimes. I meant to mention that to you, but it must have slipped my mind after a few drinks. Didn't see you down there?"

"I called it an early night," Ian replied guiltily. He felt bad if Mickey was waiting for him. But he didn't know.

"Yeah... anything else?" Mickey looked Ian up and down. Ian was suddenly hyper aware he was standing in front of Mickey in only his boxers.

"Um, no." Ian glanced around nervously.

"Great." Mickey shut the door. Whatever. Ian turned to open his door, but it wouldn't open. He searched his pants for the key card only to be reminded that he was not, in fact, wearing pants. Fucking great indeed.

Ian knocked on Mickey's door again.

"What?" He grumbled with a tooth pick between his teeth. "'m not fuckin' screamin' anymore."

"I locked myself out."

"Of course you did." Mickey rubbed a hand down his face, "You ain't goin' down to the front desk in your underwear and I'm not goin' down there either so it looks like you can either come with me or sleep in the hallway, your choice."

Some choice.

Ian followed Mickey into his room, the same layout as Ian's -- just mirrored. Mickey tossed a blanket at him and then collapsed back into the pillows himself.

Ian tried to make himself comfortable on the ground but all he was going to do was bruise his fuckin' spine and freeze his ass off because apparently Mickey likes to sleep in Antarctica.

"Fuckin' cold." Ian mumbled, cocooned in his one tiny hotel-grade blanket that hardly covered his long body.

Mickey didn't open his eyes, but he lifted the comforter on the bed, "Get in here, Frosty."

Ian hesitated. But he was really fucking cold. He made sure not to touch Mickey at all as he crawled under the covers, laying as still as he could on the edge of the mattress. Mickey sighed and scooted his back into Ian's chest, grabbed Ian's arm, and draped it around his waist. "There."

Ian was still for a moment before settling into the warmth.

"Mickey." He said softly. He wasn't even sure if Mickey had heard him.

"What?"

"Is that your real name? Mickey?"

Mickey sighed, "Mikhailo."

"Hmm. I like Mikhailo. It's like Mick-halo, like you're an angel."

"Baby, you've met me. There ain't nothing good about me. I'm more like the devil."

"Why's that?"

"Dude, I almost knifed you when we first met."

"I had that coming, though."

"Maybe so."

"Is that all?"

"Fuckin' terrorized my neighborhood as a kid."

"Me too, you ain't special. Got anything else?"

"I'm a raging homo."

Ian rolled his eyes. "Me too. Anything else?"

"Can't do enough for my own kid."

Ian was quiet so Mickey continued.

"Svet won't keep him in Chicago where my job is. I don't wanna be the asshole to choose work over my kid, but I can't just up and leave, either."

"Yeah, but it sounds like you visit him a lot. He must know you love him, though. Bet you're a better father than mine."

"Yeah, mine too. Ain't hard to beat. He's a real dick. I don't wanna be anything like that piece of shit."

Ian squeezing his grip around Mickey's waist. "You're not. I'm still betting you're all things good."

"Hmm."

"Guess we'll just have to see."

"Guess so."

A moment passed before Mickey spoke again.

"Go to sleep, stupid."

"Goodnight, Mick-halo."

Ian nestled his head into Mickey's hair, smelling the eucalyptus on his as well. The two not-strangers drifted off together.

--

Ian woke up after Mickey, who was already packing up his oddly tiny back pack again. And Ian's suitcase. He took a moment to recall last night's events.

"How the fuck did you get that?"

"Morning to you, too." Mickey tossed a prepacked muffin at Ian's half asleep body. "Went to the front desk for a spare key after continental breakfast, duh. Eat up, we're leaving in 10."

Ian groaned and pulled the covers over his head. He felt a weight on the mattress beside him. He peeked from behind the blanket to see that Mickey had sat down and was currently staring at his legs? Ass? Who knew. Turns out 'thighs' was the correct answer as he set his hand on the outer part of Ian's right thigh. Just resting it there for a moment before getting up.

"Fine, we're leaving in 15."

Satisfied, Ian closed his eyes for a few minutes, feeling the ghost of Mickey on his leg. He was so warm. It was like his heart was on fire.

--

They ended up leaving 10 minutes after Mickey's initial 15 were up. But it wasn't Ian's fault that there was a hold-up at the front desk. Something about a scheduling conflict between a drag show and a speech contest. Hell, Mickey thought they should combine the two events and call it a day.

Back in the car, Mickey had some upbeat indie music playing this morning while they circled around the old town to find a gas station.

"Ya want anything?" Mickey asked before he turned away from the pump and towards the building, patting down his ass to make sure he had his wallet.

Ian was distracted by the patting for a moment before replying. "Uh, maybe a Gatorade or something?"

Mickey tapped the hood of the car twice instead of replying verbally, but the message was received nonetheless.

Ian pulled up the picture he had taken yesterday of Mickey in front of the bizarre diner, moments before he thought he was being hunted for sport. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

After a moment, the driver's side door swung open, "Whatcha lookin' at, Smiles? Texting your girlfriend?" Mickey teased as he closed the gas tank and hopped in with a coffee balancing in one hand and three different flavors of Gatorade in the other.

"Nothing." Damn, Ian. Like that ain't an obvious lie.

"Ain't nothing, lemme see." Mickey took Ian's phone and dropped the Gatorades on his lap.

"Ouch! Well, thanks -- for these -- but give me my phone back!"

"Is that me?"

No sense in lying now. He was literally looking at it. "Uh, yeah. Thought it looked cool."

"That's dope as fuck, man. Send that shit to me, I wanna post it on my Instagram."

Ian certainly hadn't expected that response. But when had Mickey ever been what he expected?

"I don't have your number." And he wasn't asking for his number like some school girl. Mickey had literally requested he send him something. Ian had no idea why he felt so ridiculously nervous.

"Gimme." Mickey made grabby hands for the phone and began to plug in his number before Ian realized that this definitely counted as distracted driving in a very nice car. "Done."

Done.

--

The morning and afternoon went by pretty quickly. Mickey sang along to some pop songs while drumming his hands on the steering wheel. Ian took some photos of the inside of the car, earning some light teasing from Mickey. Shut up, this might be my only time in a car worth more than ten grand.

Ian watched the highway and the grass blurring past his window when he suddenly remembered the small notepad and pen he had swiped from Mickey's hotel room.

Mickey looked pretty distracted, so Ian took it out and began to sketch his profile. The man was too beautiful. He couldn't help himself. With a burst of confidence, he added a note to it before ripping the page out and sticking it in the side pocket of Mickey's back pack. If Mickey saw him, he didn't say anything -- for once -- and Ian was glad for that.

--

They were nearing Illinois state lines, so they had to get into travel specifics. Ian gave him the address to his apartment. Both being Southside, Mickey knew the area well enough that he wouldn't need directions until last minute.

Ian figured now was as good as time as any to ask, "What are you doing in Chicago?"

Mickey made a face like he was thinking about how much he wanted to explain to Ian. "Well, for one, I live there. Second, you've seen my tattoos right?" He held out his knuckles reading FUCK U-UP. Ian nodded and Mickey relaxed one hand back onto the steering wheel before continuing, "Tattoos were a family ritual. I help my brothers on runs when they need it -- those idiots can't plan for shit by themselves. Makes good money though. I also work part-time at this high-end restaurant downtown. Satisfies my sister that I have a legit job. Ain't too bad either. Lotta sketchy shit goes on, though, but they know I'm good to look the other way for a low low price." He grinned.

"Damn, you sure are something," Ian mused.

"Yup yup. What about you hot-shot? What's the whole deal with this interview?"

Ian sighed. "Never finished high school and uh, I have a mood disorder thing so a lot of places won't even consider me. Got fired from my last job for snapping at the dickhead manager --which was well-deserved by the way -- but still stupid. My sister, Fiona, got me this interview with the magazine company she works for -- she thinks I'm so sick like our mother and that if I don't have a job to keep me stable that I'll just fuck off. But the job would be really cool because I've been into photography and shit since like forever. I don't know, it's stupid. But I really just can't stand to let anyone down again, because I am better. They just don't always believe me."

Mickey frowned, and Ian worried he shared too much. But then Mickey rested his hand on Ian's thigh, "Hey, man. That sounds cool. But it's okay to not be okay. Just be honest with me, and I believe you. Promise?"

"Promise."

--

Ian's apartment was in sight before he knew it. It was starting to get dark out, but he would still be able to get a good night's sleep before his interview in the morning. Mickey's car definitely did not belong in his neighborhood. It stood out like a sore thumb. He couldn't stay for long if he wanted to leave with the car in tact.

Mickey helped Ian get his suitcase out of the backseat and then leaned against the car, watching Ian with a strange look in his eye. Before Ian could ask, Mickey stalked over to him and leaned up, and pressed his lip's against Ian's. He smelled so sweet. It wasn't the eucalyptus shampoo either -- that had long faded. This was just pure Mickey. Mikhailo.

The moment was over too soon and Ian groaned. Mickey gently patted his cheek, "Don't worry, big guy, you ain't gettin' rid of me this easy. I'll see you soon."

"Soon." Ian repeated back, still a bit dazed in the head.

Mickey smirked as he hopped back into the jaguar and sped off to wherever the fuck it is that Mickey goes.

Ian lugged his bag upstairs, unlocked his door, and plopped down on the couch.

Soon.

--

After texting Fiona one last time, Ian had turned his phone off to avoid any distractions. Giving in to the urge to text Mickey would definitely be a distraction. He needed routine. At least for tonight.

It was a relatively quiet night in terms of activities. He had microwaved a frozen dinner and watched a couple episodes of Schitt's Creek before taking his meds, brushing his teeth, and heading to bed.

No matter how chill of a night he was planning on having, his mind kept racing with thoughts of Mickey with everything he did. That man was so cool and funny and kind, even if he didn't believe it himself. Ian didn't know what exactly had caused such a reign of self-doubt over him, but they would talk about it someday. Ian wanted him to see how good he was. Mickey just brought long-vanished excitement to Ian's life again. He trusted him and cared for him. And he missed him. They had only spent two days together, but Ian couldn't imagine sleeping without him. He drifted off to sleep thinking about what Mickey would look like in his bed with him.

Ian had gotten up at his first alarm for once and arrived to the interview 15 minutes early. He was genuinely passionate about this job so it was easy to turn up his charm. He would hear a call back later that afternoon, but given that he was pretty sure Fiona was sleeping with his would-be boss's boss, he was almost certain he would get the job.

Ian finally turned his phone on when he got home. One message from Fiona -- reminding him of the interview. But more importantly, three from Mickey. He immediately clicked on Mickey's name, absolutely no use in playing it cool anymore. He couldn't get him out of his head.

Mickey (9:27pm): *image attachment*

Mickey (9:27pm): found this in my bag, i wonder how it got there🤔

Mickey (7:32am): good luck at your interview! hope it was worth literally dragging your ass across the country for

Ian smiled.

Ian (10:06am): I have absolutely no idea how that drawing got there. Maybe trolls? 😇

Ian (10:07am): And your luck helped! I think the interviewer liked me :)

Mickey (10:07am): hopefully he didnt like you too much

Ian (10:09am): SHE liked me a very healthy amount.

Mickey (10:10am): gonna keep it that way

Ian (10:12am): 🙄 Oh Mick. Can't be jealous over something you don't have.

Mickey (10:15am): i have you right where i want you dont you worry your pretty little head

Ian (10:17am): So you think I'm pretty is what I'm hearing?

Mickey (10:18am): i think your annoying go away

Ian (10:19am): I thought I couldn't get rid of you that easy?

Mickey (10:19am): changed my fucking mind

--

Their texting banter came to a halt when Mickey picked up a shift at his legitimate job. Ian unpacked his ratty old suitcase and cleaned up his apartment while he waited for his phone to ring. From the job... from Mickey.

--

Right when he was switching loads of laundry, his phone rang. It would be a lie if he said he didn't drop everything and run.

It was his new boss him on his new job. He couldn't hold back his grin as he immediately texted Mickey, then Fiona. He was proud of himself.

Fiona called and they chatted about the job -- omitting the part where he assumed she was sleeping with the boss -- and Ian's road trip -- omitting the part where he kissed his once assumed kidnapper -- and then about Fiona's kids and Carl's lately stunt. He was so invested in his little criminal brother that he almost didn't hear the knock at his door.

"Fi, I gotta call you back. I think I have a delivery or something." Ian wasn't expecting anything.

Ian nearly leapt backwards when he cautiously opened his door (there were no damn peepholes in his building) to find Mickey waiting on his doormat with a grin on his face. "Congrats on the job, man!"

"Oh my God. You're here?"

"Yeah, I told you I would see you soon. I'm a man of my word. And I brought cupcakes." Always the unexpected. "Well minus one. I didn't know which apartment was yours and I went to your neighbor's first and he wouldn't tell me where you lived without a fuckin' cupcake. Greedy asshole." He murmured, quietly smiting the old bastard.

"Mickey." Ian smiled, eyes crinkling with it. "You're good. You're so good."

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Chapter Twenty Two

Dramatics

Pairing: Osamu x Fem!Reader

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About ten minutes into your car ride with Daisho, you arrive outside a small laundromat. "Get out of the car," he orders calmly as he unlocks the doors. You unbuckle yourself and quietly step out. 

A bit confused, you find yourself at a small, rundown laundromat. Daisho calls you over and you push your confusion aside to follow him inside before he puts a bullet through your head. He then leads you past unused washers and driers into the backroom of the building. He then sits behind a white plastic desk, his feet up on the wood in front of him, and sighs.

"Go ahead, sit," he tells you as he extends his arm towards a cheap metal chair with a small, stained cushion on the seat. "So what do you think of the place?" he then grins.

"I thought Yakuza members were rich. How come this is the place you're bringing me to?" you ask a bit rudely.

"This is my place," he beams with pride despite your comment. "One of the best places to hide; to hide out in plain sight just like you did all these years."

You roll your eyes at his theatrics. Why can't he just get to the point? "Just tell me what you want. I don't care for the dramatics," you sigh. 

Daisho puts his feet back down on the floor and leans over the desk with a sick grin. "To be supreme boss. I believe it should be mine instead of that germaphobe brother of yours. But the only way I can do that is if there is nothing left of Akira's bloodline. That, or, if he gives it to me."

"And I take it that Kiyoomi said no," you scoff.

"Kiyoomi," he sings, copying your words like a child, "already said he's not giving it to me, you're right. But if I kill him then you'd be the one to inherit the syndicate so I need to be careful that doesn't happen. Not until you make the smart choice to step aside before you get hurt, Y/N."

"Why would I do that?" you huff, not impressed by his little speech.

"Would you really want to be the supreme boss of a Yakuza syndicate? The only reason any of them cared about you, the only reason Osamu cared about you, was because they needed to keep you away from me. So they could keep Kiyoomi safe, not you. They didn't want anything bad to happen to their precious boss. Why would they care about his clueless little sister? You never asked for any of this. Step aside and let me handle everything."

"You know, after being locked up with Kiyoomi and Motoya for the past few weeks, I'd think hearing a new voice would be comforting but every time you open your mouth it's like being screamed at by a herd of goats. Enough with the bullshit excuses, Daisho, where is Osamu? I don't care what you think his reason is for keeping me away from you, just tell me the truth for once," you sigh as you sit up in your chair, leaning closer to his desk.

"Alright, princess. Since you think you're big enough to handle the truth, I got rid of Osamu." Your eyes widen as you hear the awful news. "But don't worry, it was over quick," he then adds, thinking he won.

Your heart stops at that moment and your mind goes blank. You almost don't notice the door burst open beside you. But as you look over, half hoping it'd be Osamu on the other side walking towards you with open arms, the person who stands there instead blows your mind even more.

OSAMU'S P.O.V. ~ What Happened At The Pier

When I was leaving my house to get Y/N, I opened my door and saw Atsumu on the other side. I didn't think too much of it until he pulls out a gun and aims it low at my stomach. 

"Walk out quietly," he whispers to me.

"What's going on?" I ask quietly as I do as he says.

"Daisho found out," he replies.

"Goddammit," I sigh as I notice Daisho's black car on the street. "How?"

"I told him."

I look at my brother, freezing in my steps. "You did what?!" I almost shout. "What the hell did you go and do that for?"

"'Cause I don't want anyone to die, obviously," he sighs. "Daisho told me awhile back that if Y/N and Sakusa just agree to let him have the syndicate nobody has to get hurt. Daisho promised me that!" he tells me, thoroughly convinced.

"You're such an idiot," I grumble, rolling my eyes at him. "Whatever, let's just go."

I walk towards the black car, Atsumu's gun now pressed up against my back in case I decide to make a run for it which doesn't really sound like a bad idea right now. But when I see Daisho with that stupid snake of his, I decide I better stick around for Y/N's sake.

"If you don't mind, Osamu, I'd like to tag along with you tonight," Daisho grins.

"I do mind," I scoff back, causing that stupid serpent to hiss.

"Get in the car," Atsumu orders with his hand on my shoulder, but I shove him away as I step in.

Inside, Daisho sits in the passenger seat beside some tall bodyguard as the driver. Another one of them sits between me and Atsumu and there's hardly any room to breathe.

"This is a stupid plan if you don't mind me saying," I tell Daisho. "If you kill her then Sakusa's never going to come out of his hiding spot."

"Don't worry yourself, Osamu," he grins at me through the rearview mirror. "I've got all of this under control. But if the two of you decide to do something stupid then I'll get rid of you as quickly as I please."

"I'm not worried about a little snake bite," Atsumu chuckles lightheartedly. I shake my head, disappointed that he's really chosen to side with Daisho.

When we get to the pier, Daisho orders both of us out. The two bodyguards are basically right on top of us as we walk through the pier, making sure they don't miss a single word we say. But the pier's already dark and I was supposed to mean Y/N at sunset.

"Maybe she already left," I tell Daisho as we continue to walk around in the dark.

"Shut up," he says without turning around to face me. "With you talking I can't hear anything else."

"Or maybe you can't hear anything because they left," I shake my head.

"They might have suspected something and left," Atsumu adds.

Having enough, Daisho finally turns around with a gun in his hand. "Do either of you ever fucking shut up?!" he shouts, causing the two of us to exchange a look.

"Y/N won't go anywhere near you without us," I remind him.

"Didn't you hear me in the car?" Daisho sighs. "I already told you that I don't need either of you for this to work."

Following a loud bang and a shooting pain in my arm, I clutch my shoulder and fall to my knees. I wish I could scream, but my whole body feels numb except for the hot blood gushing from my shoulder. 

I look up at Daisho to curse him out, but I'm only able to watch as he walks away. Atsumu, however, doesn't.

"Shit, what the hell," he exclaims as he begins to curse out loud. "Goddammit, 'Samu, this is what happens when you go after some girl you picked up at the bar!"

"'Tsumu, we've got to go after Daisho," I whisper, unable to muster much strength at all.

"No, that'll just put Y/N in more danger. She's probably not even anywhere around this side of the pier. I doubt she heard the gunshot. We need to get you to the hospital. She'll be okay, come on."

I nod as he wraps my good arm around his shoulders. The two of us walk to the street as quickly as we can. He then sits me down on a bench before he calls for a ride to the hospital.

"I'm sorry, Osamu," he sighs as he sits beside me. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I should never have told Daisho about-"

"Shut up, will ya?" I grumble. "Listen, I don't need to hear your apology. When you first told me you were on Daisho's side I didn't get it, but I do now. You were trying to look out for Y/N and me, right?"

Atsumu looks away and squints his eyes towards the high beams of the vehicle heading our way. "Would you look at that? Ride's already here. Let's go."

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I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 6 Damian x reader

Professor X sat in his wheelchair glancing around the room he hums his eyes pouring over all that there was finally landing on Robin. He gives me a look gesturing over at him.

"He informed me about The Crows sir, apparently they have gone under the radar, they've killed three people and the system didn't go off. At first, I thought we still had time, I treated a wound he had it he had come in contact with one and fought it. You know like how Wolverine did, I treated the cut and it's gone, but I was sure they were still in the dream state. But he got injured saving those left how survived probably not far from here, but the fact we didn't even receive the ring can only mean...they've returned under complete control again."

Concern fills the face of professor X, he turns to Robin, who shifts uncomfortably by the entrance of my kitchen. "Who are you then?"

"Robin."

The professor nods not even turning from his spot, he looks over Robin as if completing an inspection.

"How much does this Robin Know Dreki, about you, and The Crows?"

"I told him about the Jal-sein, the old race before the collective mind sharing, and he knows about my box of scales." Professor sighs.

"How did you meet him."

"When he broke through my window last week, infected."

"You gave him some scales to purge poison."

"Yes sir."

"Very good," He moves back to his original spot in the middle of the room. "You have been permitted to stop them at all costs if you must. Your uncle will be here soon to help you kill whatever has brought them back, in the meantime try not to use the stones. We don't want to attract more trouble than what has already been done."

"You're allowing me to put my powers to use?"

"As long as you don't wear it out, vibranium is not easy to turn into clothing."

"What a minute!" Robin's voice carried out through the room. "Just what's going on?"

"Robin," Professor X starts. "your world is being invaded by the Crow so that you become one of the many planets they have drained of life. And to do it they need a vessel that can contain the leader of the Jal-sein, Hok'mor." Professor X looks at him, his use

"And?" Robin says his face remaining unreadable

"I was the vessel, I escaped, destroyed the flagship and the army they had." I shiver moving out from my room to the box still lying on the kitchen table. "They were after the life of my home, so then I became a weapon for my planet." I pull out a bag of coins from the box.

"And what do you intend to do now (Y/N), destroy them yourself." Robin stands in the entryway, professor X stands behind him.

"Yes," I turn to him a chakram and the bag of coins in hand. "so unless you know how to obliterate a bird in 15 seconds or less you need to forget this ever happened and never come back."

"So, why tell me any of this, why tell me about anything why expose yourself?"

"So you can tell your family and friends and hopefully, just maybe you can survive. Because knowing them keeps them out of your head, but too much knowing allows them to enter." I pick up Nightmare, he crawls up to my shoulder and I head out of the kitchen, Robin makes room for me but just barely. I open my closet and pull out the last thing I have, two letters one written in my mother's signature ink and the other in my own handwriting, I hold them out to the professor.

"You know there is nowhere left for me to run professor if I end out getting caught...I just want him to have this. In my letter, papers are containing the custody terms for my brother to Uncle. I just need you to grab them to complete the transfer." Professor X slowly takes the letters where they rematerialize on his side.

"Good-bye Dreki, I will see that these get to your Brother."

Professor fades out of the com, and it clicks turning off, I pick it off the floor and slip it into the pocket of my sweatpants. I pulled out the chakram ready to leave a mark on my hand, I only needed a little bit of blood to completely transform when Robin coughs gaining my attention. He leans against the wall to the left of me now glaring at my form, Nightmare growls at the boy from the corner of my eye I see his fangs getting slightly bigger.

"Are you making it a habit to ignore me while I'm here?"

"No, But I do need you to leave, you can't stay here anymore." I begin to push him out the door in the kitchen, he slaps my hands away confusion leaving his face replacing it's with anger. He open's his mouth and I put a magic orange circle on his head.

"You Robin son of batman, found this information interrogating one of the monsters. It spoke in a language that was foreign but somehow understood all of it. You have made no such connection to the girl Y/N M/N, you did not see a man from another dimension, you came back to thank her for her help you had some tea and you were just leaving." I flick my hand and the circle vanishes, his head lowers for a moment as the information in his head readjusts. He moves to the balcony edge turning to face me the scowl returned to his face.

"Thank you for the tea." he pulls out a grappling hook and leaves without another word. I sigh moving to the same device I used to contact the professor. Picking it up I hold it to my mouth.

"Find me the closest thing to a sorcerer supreme, name and whereabouts contact them when you get there."

I toss it back onto the floor and it roars to life to give me a purple image of the earth and orange magic circles to tracking and moving. I move to my couch and fall asleep waiting for this day to take me.

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I wake the next day with the globe still searching for my request I sigh and get ready for work. I thank god that it's just the coffee shop below me, I work on the weekends mostly unless they need an extra member of staff then it's just me and the older lady and her husband. They both owned the building and the shop they helped me get the apartment set up and showed me how to work the coffee machines. I don't really drink coffee though after seeing what a raving maniac my dad became without it, also it was just so bitter no matter how much sugar I put into it. I partially blame my heightened scenes that came with my abilities, so I got free white hot chocolates and any extra flavors I wanted as long as I did my job and chatted with them for a while.

I asked them personally to stay away while I was sick, so they wouldn't be affected. When I get down the stairs Martha, the elderly lady beams thankful that I'm feeling better.

"I so glad you are doing well dear, I know the acidity in our rain makes you sick so Glenn and I got you this umbrella." She hands me a purple umbrella that still has a tag on it, it reads for sun and rain.

"You didn't have to do this Martha, I told you I'm not good with gifts, you already let me stay here on the government's program and gave me a job here, you and Glenn have already done so much." She pushes the umbrella farther into my chest.

"No you do so much for us, you work without complaint, you've also taken care of us and our granddaughter when she came over. When you were sick we were so worried about you so you going to take it or I can give you more gifts."

"Thank you very much."I smile brightly. She pats my shoulder and gestures to the counter to start the machines.

Once all the machines are started, the desserts are placed and the base coffees are made I open shop. Customers come in and some lounge around in the chairs or couches drinking coffees and either studying or chatting with their friends. Molly usually comes on Sunday as one of our regulars, so I would see her then. A few of our regulars are happy to see I'm back at work one of the other tenants gave me a green bean casserole and a hug. It's 5 O'clock and I make a cappuccino as I finish I hear the door open and the bell ring on the counter.

The black-haired blue-eyed male I had gotten to know as detective Richard Grayson, came in every other day at 5, he normally talks often while I tried to take his order. So I memorized what he usually gets so he doesn't block the register so I can still make the register.

"Hey Y/N I'll take the usual."

"I thought so," I hand him his drink " one cappuccino."

He takes his coffee and moves to the bar we have set up if you wanted to watch the process and it's only then I see the other people behind him, one pissed-off looking male with a cigarette in his mouth, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne. I look back to Richard he smiles at me leaning onto the bar.

"They came with me this time, It's family bonding time."

"You mean you dragged us out of the house to grab a coffee from this place cause you have a schedule."

"It's bonding Jason! Bonding!"

The two began arguing in the shop, I return my attention to the other two boys. Tim as at the counter puts a ten-dollar bill on the counter, while Damian does the same.

"Give me a regular coffee, black, large cup."

"Tea, no sugar, regular size."

Their voices crowed each other but since this happens frequently it was easy enough to at least get their orders down.

"Sure here's your change." I look back to the two arguing and I see Jason didn't put out his cigarette. He taps it and the ash of his drug falls to the floor.

Sighing I move out of the workspace gabbing a tong and a wastebasket, I take out the cigarette and throw it in the bin now gaining the full attention of Jason. I give him a stern look he seemed to freeze, bitting back any words he might have prepared to say before.

"Sir, I am not sure if I made we've previously made It but there is a strict no smoking policy. As you see we have many elderly, and young children in our establishment." I smile but I know my face is full of malice. "But please enjoy your stay at our cozy corner of our fine and fair city." I move back behind the counter start on some of my orders, I look at Jason again the smile still on my face.

"Would you like anything?" He gives me an odd look.

"White hot chocolate, Large," he nods his head over at Richard. "Put it on his tab."

"We don't have a tabs sir, he works for the police."

"So?"

"He gets Free coffee." He gawks at me as if I told him the sky was black, and I see Richard trying to contain his laughter.

"You give that guy free coffee?"

"It's a store policy." I pass out the coffee and the tea and I see from the corner of my eye he pulls out a flask. I grab the tongs again and clap them together, Jason looks at me then grumbles putting the flask back in his jacket, and instead pulls out a five and hands it to me. I take it from him gingerly and head straight to work on his order. I hand him both his spare change and his drink, and the complimentary cookie bag that came with it. He gives me another look.

"They come with a drink." I leave and continued my chores around the shop.

"You are doing much better (m/n)." I whip my head around and look at Damian who's behind me on the other side of the counter. His companions seemed to be in deep conversation amongst themselves.

"Yes, I'm doing just fine, it happens occasionally but nothing like a good cup of tea and a few nights rest couldn't fix." I go back to cleaning the counter.

"You were sick for much longer than that."

"Yeah...it happens." I change the topic to "Did you think of anything for the project?"

"Why not make a model, there is not really much to do with it anyway." I gasp dramatically.

"Not much to do with an astrolabe! You clearly didn't read the whole paper!" By now I have caught the attention of his group. Damian frowns.

"No, your paper was written very well, I just don't think we need to dwell too much on this project seeing as how we really are not presenting." I had heard that bit from Molly.

"I suppose your right." I put away the cleaning supplies and turn back to him. "I'll get started on a model right away!"

"You will do no such thing." His voice is stern. "I will come back later and work on it with you," He moves his chair back and heads out the door.

His companions follow quickly after him and they say their goodbyes.

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As promised, he came a few hours later right as my shift ended and another person came for the second half of the day. I moved the glowing tracker to my room so it wouldn't gather any extra attention.

"I have supplies, what is all of that?" my brows furrow staring at the bulging plastic bag in his hand while I turn the keys in my locks. opening the door.

"I wasn't sure if you were prepared." He moves to the door, my arm shoots in his way stopping him.

"I wouldn't go in quite yet."

"What?"

I put a finger to my lips and crouch slowly to the floor, I shake the key in my hand then slid them across the floor. A ball of black attacks the object just as it crosses the doorway. Nightmare attacks the keys rolling around and bitting.

"Ah yes, observe the feral kitten in his natural habitat." I walk inside the door beckoning Damian to follow. "I would beware he is an ankle bitter. You can set up in the living room I'll just drop this guy off in my room."

"Does he attack all the time?"

"He's been like that since I picked him up, I don't blame him he was born in a rough neighborhood." I set Nightmare on the bed next to the floating version of earth. "Watch it make sure it finishes." then head to the living room. Damian has all his stuff set out on the table. There was veneer, paper, paint, some nails, an Exacto knife, a hammer, and a bag of pipe cleaners.

"This looks like stuff to make a birdhouse," I try and pick up some of the wood that was on the table." you realize cardboard, scissors, and a sharpie would have been enough."

"And here I thought you like polished and neat projects."

"yeah, but even with cheap materials you can still create a masterpiece."

"You don't do anything nice for yourself self do you?"

"Dude the most expensive thing I own is a cat who attacks me." I sigh, I sketch out a design for the astrolabe. "Well, why don't you start on the Mater, I'll get to work on the plate for our side of America."

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"3 hours of hard work and I got to say it's not bad." I hold the fished product, It's attached to a string of green yarn. "The calculations are down to point." I put it down, I clean up the mess that's on the floor of the living room.

"About the last time we saw each other, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, you probably knew about me from the news already, the big myste#wayne#scifi#damian#bruce#bats#fanfiction#xreader#characterxreader#jason todd#tim drake#character x reader#mxf#fxm#batboys#batboys x reader#Damianxreader#X reader#DC#Marvel#MarvelxReader#DCxreader#batfam#mutants#Damian Wayne x reader ry of the missing journals. So many interviews." I dump the trash in the kitchen, saying that last part mostly to my self.

"You forgive too easily."

"I'm not as forgiving as you think, honestly you view me too highly it that's what you believe. Would you like something before you leave?"

"No, but I have something for you before I go." I open the door to my room and let Nightmare out.

"Oh?" He's already at the door and pulls a shiny gold card from his pocket, he hands it to me.

"Father thought it would be good to meet you."

"Because I'm the daughter of a famous dead professor, is he going to ask about the journals too?"

"No, this is to apologize for my previous behavior."

"Oh," I take the card looking at it uneasily. "I don't think I can go to this, I don't do well at parties."

"Not a very good excuse." He smirks.

"I'll think about it." I push him out the door and give him the Astrolabe, closing the door slowly. " I'll see you at school."

I look at the card again, It's like the parties mom went to I knew them well. While some were nice, others were nice only in their face. I laugh slightly to myself, Molly already called me earlier telling me I was her plus one to the same thing. This was already suspicious enough as it is. I look at Nightmare who cocks his head at me.

"You think I should go, don't you?" the furball nods

"Fine. I was going to be forced into this anyway."