#motherfucking doge

[jadedanddark]

Please i am begging you bring this to California

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Blacklisted- Rafe Cameron x reader

A/N: I will probably rewrite this but i have so many finished fics that are taking up space

On the coolest day of the heatwave that had struck the outer banks all you wanted was to go smoke in the woods, but when your usual plug and five more after him ghost you, it only takes a little bit of poking around to figure out why.

You leave the last rickety trailer that was your last attempt at buying weed, slamming the door to your little car hard enough to make it shake and floor it all the way Tannyhill, where all of your problems stem from.

You push through the front door and stomp all the way upstairs, running into Barry coming out of the hallway bathroom as you rush towards the patio.

"Country club! Your girlfriends here!" Barry immediately blocks your path and calls for Rafe at the sight of your furrowed brows and clenched fist.

"Not his girlfriend" you mumble, pushing past him and walking towards the patio table you thought Rafe would be around .

Before you can push open the glass doors Barry grabs hold of your wrist, "You know you can't go over there"

You look down at his hand over your wrist let out a heavy sigh, "Oh my god Barry, be for real."

"What's wrong baby?" Rafe's voice comes from behind you two and is sweet and full of concern as if he doesn't know why you're paying him a visit. Your heads to snap towards the corner he comes around. You can see the scowl forming on his face as he slowly lifts Barry's hand off your wrist with a raised eyebrow.

"Not letting your "not girlfriend" bum rush my stash" He responds throwing up his hands in a surrender and throwing himself down in the furthest patio chair.

Rafe brushes him off, putting all of his attention on you as his hands reach down to hold you at your waist. "No kiss?" he asks, cocking his head to the side, finding it strange that you didn't greet him with much affection, regardless of your relationship status.

"Did you tell every goddamn dealer on this island to not sell to me?" You ask him, looking up with a cold pointed stare.

"Who were you tryna buy from?" He fires back almost instantly, ignoring your question completely.

"Hey dumbass! Don't answer a question with a fucking question" You spit out at him, while pushing at his chest to create distance.

Barry stands from his chair and mumbles, "Should I just go?"

"Sit. I'm leaving soon." You tell him pointing back at the chair, then turning back to your ex boyfriend, "Rafe."

"Baby, you know I-" He cuts himself off with a sigh, instantly raising a red flag to you that he was looking for a cop out answer.

"Go ahead and lie, so I can punch you dead in your shit" The threat is empty, you and Rafe had your own issues seeing as he was emotionally abusive and you were just as much verbally, which often included passionate threats.

Your angers fuels his own as he raises his voice back, "Oh my god fucking sue me if I did! You cant trust what anybody sells"

"You Motherfucker! You know I only buy weed" you go to hit at his chest again, but he doges you, lightly grabbing your wrists.

"These days can't trust that either." He says with a hint of a smirk growing on his face when you pull your hands away from him.

"Jesus Christ, I fucking hate you" You walk away from him shaking your head, causing him to follow you closely behind.

"Who put all this in your head anyways, who were you tryna buy from?" He asks again, head hanging over your shoulder.

His question and even the causality of his tone makes you turn around at an instant. "I'm not your girlfriend anymore, why the hell do you care?"

"Yo dumbass, you cant answer a question with a question" He responds with your own words, almost making your eye twitch at the sound of it.

The weight in the room increases, making Barry throw his head in his hands and groan to himself, "fucking headaches."

You both ignore him, as you swallow the hypocritical hurt of having Rafe talk to you in the same manner. "Sharky snitched on your bitch ass instantly" You're no longer yelling at him, but your words are laced with venom.

Rafe pushes his tounge against the inside of his mouth as he silently signals to Barry to get up. You just as quickly make him sit back down, not wanting your favorite alternative dealer to be tracked down and harassed because of your messy relationship.

Rafe watches you closely as you force Barry to sit, "Sharky really? You know I don't want you around him." You can tell you've struck bigger nerve of his by the way he fidgets. You have no inkling of attraction towards this other guy, but man do you like to see Rafe sweat.

"Oh really?" You dramatically throw your head to the side "Well I didn't like you around that slutty kook but she made her way into your lap eventually, so I actually don't give two shits about what you want." you complete the statement with over the top hand gestures.

His eyes close and he breathes through his nose, "You're still stuck on that?"

"Like glue sweetheart." your tone is condescending as you make clear you're firm in your beliefs.

Rafe runs his fingers through his hair frustrated and then calls for his uncomfortable friend with wild hand gestures "Barry was there! He can tell you nothing happened"

Barry lifts his head up from his hands, "I-"

"Barry shut the fuck up!" you immediately dismiss him, and turn back to Rafe "and you can go to hell!"

"Don't yell at Barry! Or me! I didn't fuck her!" he basically screams out of frustration.

"I didn't say you did, unless you have something you need to admit Rafe." You stand firm with your arms crossed.

Screaming is getting him no where, he pinches the bridge of his noise and starts to speak with artificial calmness. "I did not cheat on you, I was high, all I did was sit there."

"This time." you mutter rolling your eyes.

"This time? Should we talk about what you did on the main land or are you just gonna tell me to shut the fuck up" he says putting his fist on his hips as his composure starts to slip again.

"Shut the fuck up Rafe, she left a hickey on your neck for fucks sake! I let one guy do a body shot off me and you're about to bury yourself"

"Hey Bar, did that pouge or did that pouge not basically lick salt off her tits before said body shot, because I know I'm not crazy?"

"She told me to shut the fuck up." he says definitively.

"My god" Rafe exhales annoyed.

"Yeah, my god. I have shit to do, if i can't get a pre roll by tonight it's both of your asses." you say, turning around to leave. In your peripheral you can see barry throw his arms up at being tied in with rafe.

"You can be mad at me for keeping my girl safe." He says shrugging his shoulders, forming his words in a way that twists the narrative, like usual.

"Bullshit! You don't care about my safety, you care about control." you turn back around to accuse him, "You don't want me buying weed from anyone else, why? Because you were just my dealer too until we fucked raw? Or is it just because you're so desperate for me to talk to you."

"I do care about your safety, that's not bullshit." he say's obviously annoyed, blatantly ignoring everything else you said.

"You're a piece of shit Rafe Cameron." As soon as you say it you know you don't mean it but relentless verbal assault never fails to egg him on in arguments, without it he just gives you smug answers and brushes you off, pretending to be nonchalant.

Your insult is exactly what tips him over the edge. "You've stayed on the opposite side of the island for a month! We've broken up a thousand times and you've never gone no contact. What type of shit is that? You just want me to be okay with not seeing you? talking to you?" This time when he yells his eyes widen, no longer flashing the same crazy in his eyes that used to filled you with adrenaline, but instead filled with hurt. You cutting contact had genuinely hurt him and he obviously didn't know how to handle it.

"I don't know what to do anymore rafe. We aren't healthy for each other. We both have a lot of growing to do that can't happen if we don't set boundaries. I need space Rafe, please." You plead with him, desperately missing how fast he usually is to crumble at your pleases.

"I gave you space for a whole month and I know it doesn't depend on my terms but it's torture for me. I won't text you or call you or pop up anywhere, but can you at least come here every so often to get your weed, free of charge." He's speaking to you softly and before you know it you're letting him hold you by your waist, but the little voice in the back of your head is incessant to remind you that you can't just kiss and make up. Boundaries need to be set.

"I don't want handouts from you, I don't want to have to do anything for your sake. I want to be able to go buy drugs or do normal shit without property of rafe cameron on my forehead"

"I get it. You don't want me controlling you wether we're together or not, and I may have had a lapse in judgment" he says anxiously rubbing at the nape of his neck.

"You always have a lapse in judgment, then you apologize and expect everything to be fine" you add, starting to bite at your lips

"Baby, i'm trying" he pleads.

"If you're really trying you'd respect my boundaries even when we're broken up."

He pauses at the last part "Okay, I hear you, i'll genuinely try to"

"Thank you" you huff out, relieved to finally reach a satisfying point in the conversation.

"I'm sorry for being controlling and blacklisting you." Rafe apologizes, his thumb making circles on your lower back as he does.

"Apology accepted, I'm sorry for all the name calling." You meekly apologize as well.

"Apology accepted, I still don't want you going no contact though" he adds kissing your forehead.

"I just told you space is healthy for us" you whine hitting his shoulder

"Space and becoming nonexistent are two different things." He says firmly and you look up at him with knowing eyes.

"I won't cut all contact if you don't invade my privacy" you tell him, bartering for your peace.

"I've learned my lesson, I won't. Promise"

"So I can go buy weed on my part of the island now?" you ask hopefully.

"No. Those guys are paid off for a while sweetheart." he smirks

"Rafe."

"You don't even have to talk to me. I'll silently hand it to you and you can leave immediately after. Just let me see you, please."

"Okay, but let barry get it. I'm still mad and I still don't want shit from you"

"I hear you princess" he responds with his hands surrendered, "I really am sorry" he speaks softly before pulling your chin up and kissing you. It's sad how quickly you open your mouth and let his tongue swipe through.

"I know, 'm still not your girlfriend." you tell him breaking the kiss before he can deepen it any more.

"I know" he says under his breath quickly before reconnecting your lips and letting his hands travel down your back.

"Why'd y'all break up again?" Barry asks, bringing your pre rolls to you per request.

"Can't stop cheating on each other." You both say simultaneously as you take them from his hand and put them in your purse.

[zakahia14]

THE DEFENDER

Ney’ite Sully is a sweet, kind, caring thing like her twin brother neteyam. Her and neteyam have this bond that nobody can describe or understand.

Ney’ite Pov:

I just got back home from my friend Lawe helping him with some documents, I was exhausted and drained from all the paperwork I was doing.

When I got back home, I thought my sibling were going to be asleep because it was way passed eclipse, so I also knew my parents were going to be upset for not getting home at the right time.

I walked inside seeing my dad pasting back and forth and my mom cutting fruit angrily while my sibling siting in the corner looking scared.

“Where were you” my dad said while I walked inside the hunt. “At Lawes” I said tiredly and looking down. “You know I said I don't like that boy and you’re supposed to be back before eclipse” my dad said angrily. “I know but I had to  help him finish paper work so he didn't have to do it tomorr-“I said being cut off by my mother. “We DON’T care about him Ney’ite” said my mom, -“you were supposed to be back before eclipse, it’s pitch black outside and you didn’t come home at the right time” my mother said almost waking up the whole clan.

I had tears in my eyes but I hold them back the best I could so I wouldn’t cry Infront of my family.

“I’m sorry” I said

“Just go” my father said making me feel useless and unworthy

So with that I left to go to bed while my sibling were still worried about me.

Neteyam Pov:

My twin sister hasn’t come back yet, and I am worried, I can see the rest of my family is also worried especially my parents.

When Ney’ite came home she looked exhausted. But my parents started to yell at her which made me kind of sad as well.

When they told her to go, I felt useless and unworthy

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NEXT MORNING

Ney’ite Pov:

I woke a little late because of all the work I did, but my father woke me up telling me I had training

I was also trying to doge Lawe because I didn't want my parents upset 

I got up and did my training which took 2 hours, so I was mad tired

I left the training center and went to see my siblings because I didn’t talk to them yesterday. So, I’m walking towards my house where my parents and sibling are.

My sibling is outside of the hunt while my parents are inside.

“BOO” I said scaring my siblings

“AHHHHHH” all my sibling said, my parents looking towards us and I’m laughing my ass off

“Bro why would you do that” lo’ok said almost dead

“Because I wanted to” about to sit down next to kiri and Neteyam who smacked my head

“OWWW” I said

“That’s what you get” they said then we all started to talk about our days and played games until our parent had called us.

“KIDS” my dad said

We all got up to go inside our hunt to see what our parents wanted.

“Yes” we all said

“It’s time for dinner, go wash your hand” my mother said making our food

So, with that we went to got wash our hand and lo’ak was taking forever

“Hurry up asshole” I said

“language” my dad said strictly making me almost pee on myself

“You see, dad how rude she treats me” lo’ak said making me and the rest of my sibling chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah” my dad said not trying to laugh.

We all sat down and ate our food.

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NEXT DAY

Ney’ite Pov:

I woke up knowing today was the day me, my mom and dad, and brothers must get weapons off the train. 

Still trying to dodge Lawe 

I got up and went towards my ikran that was near lo’ak and neteyam

“Wassup motherfuckers” I said

“Wassup asshole” said lo’ok “” Hey” said neteyam

“Ya’ll ready” I asked them “Yea” said both while my parents coming toward us

“You guys ready” my dad said “Yes sir” me and my brother said

“You guys are going to spot and that’s all, don’t go on ground” my dad said

“Okay” me and my brother said

“Alright let’s go” My dad said giving us a comfort look

Our mom came up to us giving us a kiss on the forehead and told us to be safe.

TIME PASSED AT THE TRAIN INTERVENTION:

Ney’ite was looking around to make sure everything was okay

She shot a bow toward a plane that was going her mother’s way

“Good job baby girl,” said her dad

“Thanks” she said

Now she was going to see if she can look for her brothers, which she couldn’t find

So, she calls her dad who is looking and making sure everyone is okay

“Sir I can’t find Lo’ak and Neteyam” she said

“Okay just stay up there I will find them” Said her dad “Alright’’ Ney’ite said

Knowing damn well she wasn’t going to listen to her dad, so she went to the ground look for her brothers which she found

“YO” she said screaming at her brothers

“What are yall doing down here, were supposed to be spotters” she said looking at her brothers

“And why do you have a gun in your hand you don’t know how to use it” she said

“That what I said” Her twin brother said

BEEP

BEEP

“There’s are ship coming north move NOW” said one of the na’vis

Ney’ite grabs her brothers pulling them to safety but out of nowhere she being to fly and hit the ground.

Jake POV:

I got a call from my daughter saying she couldn’t find her brothers, so I told her to stay in the sky knowing damn well she wasn’t going to listen.

I was watching on the ground trying to find my two badass sons, which I found so I kept an eye on them to make sure they were safe.

A couple seconds later I seen my daughter yelling at her brothers and trying to pull them away, but another aircraft came, and I never been more scared for my life.

I ran to find my children, but I only found my youngest sun lo’ak

“Are you okay” I said turning my son over to check him “Where are your siblings” I said,

He didn’t answer “Where are your sibling’s boy” I said getting a little angrier, he pointed to the direction, and I went looking for my twins

“Neteyam are you okay” I said while checking him “What were you thinking boy” “Sorry sir” he said while I put him on my shoulder lifting him up and went to lo’ak

“Get out of here” I said to my sons while going back to look for my daughter

“NEY’ITE” I yelled but didn’t hear anything

“NEY’ITE” I yelled again, and I heard her      

“PAPA HELP” she yelled making me panic

That’s when I saw her underneath concrete

“It’s okay baby girl I’m going to get you out, stay clam for me okay” I said hoping she will stay clam “okay” I heard her say

Then I lifted the concrete, which was pretty easy, and lifted her in my arms

“It’s okay baby girl” I said making her clam down “It’s okay” I said one last time, and then lifted her up to but her on my Ikran.

[allthepeculiarthings]

jk rowling got me so confused. so elphias doge said that voldemort was supposedly as important to all of magic history as the introduction of the statue of secrecy and dumbledore and grindelwald's duel (aka the end of wizarding world war two) ????? what. ??????? all we see in the books is voldemort fucking up england. what the FUCK was this motherfucker doing off screen to be considered so significantly evil internationally?? i have to know. i NEED to know.

[toehwa6]

So I’m currently emotionally overwhelmed by a good deed I did

I pulled up to a red light and this homeless guy was there and I was like naw not today but then I looked down and saw he had a dog but then I saw a service animal vest and I was like wtf that your service dog and he was like yeah

So I threw him a 5 and was like peace

But as I’m driving away I’m thinking about locking eyes with that dog and just thinking

Man. That dog is a professional. And now it’s homeless

I wasn’t mad at the owner or anything. Just really upset that one of those dogs ended up in that situation

I’m starting to cry again just thinking about it

Before this I went back up and was like profession mode myself and I was like yo what do you need

I asked if he was hungry and what he needed and shit and then I was like

And WHAT DOES THAT DOGE EAT ??

But I was like naw fr do you have dog food and everything you need

I asked if he knew what the giant eagle hot food was and he was like idk do they have chicken fingers

So I laughed and was yeah you you fuck with max n cheese?

He’s like yeah so I said I was gonna get him some of that too

I told him I was getting him so fuckin hoagie or something so he could eat later

The dog was fantastic btw

A little unprofessional if you ask me lol

But anyway I go and get the shit and pull back up

And the dogs like omg wtf

So I’m like how about you come over here and get this and he was like okay and left the dog but I was like FUCK THAT bring the doge

So this motherfucker runs across the run and into the parking and is just losing its mind all over it

It was fantastic

Then I opened my car door and was like this is what I got and his fuckin dog hopped in the car and was being really funny

Dawg I’m literally losing my mind writing this rn I’m so upset I hate hate hate to see shit like this

I gave him our advocate info and was like call this when you get the phone

So I said alright bye LET ME PET THE DOG ONE MORE TIME

Then I fist bumped him and was sorry I couldn’t do more fr

And dawg now it’s hot as fuck outside and I can’t stop thinking about it

I’m just telling myself I did the most that I can without straight just bringing the dude with me

Idk hopefully just helped him a little

Idk

Fuck ugh

[retrogradeyeo]

Wanna know who made me or created me??

My haters & doubters!

They created this motivational animal you’re dealing with today! ALL of them including my friends and best friends laughed at me when I told them I’d lead the world. Laughed at me when I said I was joining the Marines

Joined the Marines and FLEW past Boot Camp! Picked up Sergeant in under 3 years! After that they had nothing to say! My haters & doubters are WAITING for me to fail! BUT IT WONT HAPPEN!! BECAUSE THEY DRIVE MEEE!!!! When someone says no you won’t or no you can’t! I say thanks!

I am where I’m at right now because of my negative friends who said I couldn’t do it. Now they’re broke and living a life they hate. You’ve gotta be uncomfortable to be comfortable. I love my haters and doubters!

Just like #crypto people were saying #Shib won’t go anywheres??? NOW LOOK AT $SHIB & #SHIBARMY we’re worldwide and used everywhere’s right now! Soon we’ll be used as payments too! They said #Shib wouldn’t pass #Doge WE DID IT A COUPLE TIMES NOW!! Now I want to beat #BTC  #Shib

They said #xrp wouldn’t do or be anything… #XRP will be backed by gold and everything will utilize #XRPLedger too! You’ll see #Crypto keep doubting me because it fuels meeeee!!!!

They laughed at me when I said I’ll be a Millionaire! NOW WHOS LAUGHING!!! MEEEE!!!! And they’re all asking me for money and asking for handouts! I DID IT NOT THEM! My next big goal is to become President come 2024!! #GENO2024 👊🏼🤙🏼🌱🌹🕊️🤍

Number #1 #crypto trader and already a millionaire!!!! NOW I WILL BECOME A BILLIONAIRE!!!! AND ILL BE LAUGHING while they’re still hating on me!! I’ve been nothing but true to the game and sticking to my lane! 👊🏼🤙🏼

I’m not stopping for nobody either!

I’m a bad motherfucker and I’m just getting warmed up! 😈😈 don’t tell me I can’t because I’ll find a way to do it!! I beat my higher ups in the Marine Corps!! They laughed at me when I said I’ll be a Sergeant just like you! NOW WHOS LAUGHING!!!!! MEEEEE!!!!

They said #Shib has to many tokens! WE SPILT THAT IN HALF!! Now we’re working with just half the supply!! $SHIB WILL GO ABOVE $1 and some!! ILL MAKE IT HAPPEN!!!! Because of my haters and doubters!! KEEP DOUBTING #SHIBARMY because we’re not stopping just like #XRP too!

They said #doge wouldn’t see a .01cent until 2025 if that! WE HIT .73cents AND NOW LOOK AT US!! $doge!!! We’re accepted by big corporations and some!!! LFGGGGG!!!! #crypto!! LETSSS GOOO!!!! Lets grow!!!!

#Doge broke a penny! NOW ITS #SHIBARMY TURN!!!! It’s our turn to WINE & DINE!! The only reason why #xrp is being held down is because of the corrupted #SEC WE DONT NEED THEM TO BREAK ATHs!! FUCK THEM!! Let people judge us!! WE ARE THE FUTURE!! #crypto

They’re the fucking losers for doubting us!! #crypto!!! NOW LOOK AT US!! THE WORLD WANTS TO BE US!! They said #NFTs wouldn’t be a thing NOW LOOK!!! #NFTs are being traded worldwide!! FUCK THEMMM!!!! FUCK THOSE HATERS AND DOUBTERS!!! THEYRE LOSERS!! THEY CONTINUE TO DOUBT US!

[jakebark]

drew jake a little more realistically! sometimes i just want to show off his actual colors/markings

[beardedmrbean]

[afleetingimpressixn]

Good morning from your Prince

[the-heartbreakerrr]

God damn... This motherfucker would do anything to doge sleep...

[He teleports back down to the ARM.]

can you make a gun that can kill my ex wife

Probably!! Is that you Abyss? I can make something for you bro!!

[thewriterowl]

*An intense battle between the rebels and the empire, Luke is blasting away and gets shot in the shoulder*

Luke: Ow! Motherfucker!

*Vader suddenly appearing like the Angel of Chaos and Death he is*

Vader: Yes?~

*Everyone stops firing, and a heavy silence replaces it. Everyone stares wide eyed in disbelief and confusion*

*Luke’s jaw hung loose and blinking in absolute horror at Vader, who has an air of smugness. Luke simply gets up and goes to his ship and gets the fuck out of doge followed by the rebels and imps*

*Luke didn’t speak for days afterwords and could swear he feel his fathers amusement from the other side of the galaxy*

THE DAD JOKE

VADER WOULD

ANAKIN WOULD

LUKE WOULD SUFFER SO MUCH

[trifoliumrex]

Assassin X Roommate Chapter 1

A Jungkook/ Reader/Jimin Fic

You need a roommate. Jimin and Jungkook need a place to stay. The only problem is you think they are students when in reality they are assassins on the hunt for their next target. How do you survive when you get tangled up in a world of blood and bullets?

Word Count: 4657

Updates Friday

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40321704/chapters/101000544

Next: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/trifoliumrex/690483552316424192?source=share

   Jimin can hear his pulse pounding in his ear. His blade is tight in his grip. This kill would tie him with that motherfucker, put him in the running for the top position and get his fucking agency off his back. Get his handle to give him the space to breathe that he craves. That he needs.

    He sees his target. An old man. Jimin doesn't know who wants him dead or why. Sometimes they tell him most of the time they don't. He only asks questions he needs to know for his targets to fall and this man was an easy one. He held up in his safe room all his many men already dead at his feet. The client wanted this to be bloody. To be messy. That's why they hired him specifically. Jimin always made a mess when he could. It made him feel like he had control, even if that was mostly bullshit.

    He draws his blade and a shot rings out. There is a cry of rage that takes Jimin a moment to realize is coming from him. He turns and sees the larger man leaning against the door frame like he's been there for hours. If Jimin allows himself the luxury of being honest he might have.

    The thing about Jungkook, the most infuriating thing was that Jungkook was better at him than this at everything really. He was stronger, better with a gun, better connected and his agency simply had resources Jimin's couldn't even dream of. Jimin makes a dash for him anyway. 

    Trying to become the number one by a different tactic. By bleeding the life out of his only rival. Its just not fucking fair. Everything came easy to Jungkook. The golden child is the bane of his existence. Jimin intends to make him suffer for it.

    Jimin is wrong. Not about Jungkook being better than him, he's wrong about it being easy. He has to work very hard to beat Jimin. When Jungkook had started he had been good but it wasn't until he had bested Jimin for the first time that he had taken any real pleasure from the job. He lives for showing the older smaller man up.

    He smirks and doges Jimin's blade deftly. He makes it look easy but it's something he had to study carefully. Most hit men didn't have the defense training that Jungkook possessed. He had it expressly so he could dangle his toes into the pools of Jimin's wrath. 

    Jungkook has the audacity to smirk at him before pointing his gun at Jimin. He doesn't even recoil just keeps charging. “Bang” he says just to prove to them both that if he wanted to he could kill Jimin right where he stands. 

    Jimin reaches for him again. This is an old dance between them. Jimin never catches up. This time is no exception. By the time he loses Jungkook, that bitter fear creeps into him. He knows what comes next. He’s long since given up trying to fight it. Not when there is a deeply embedded device in his neck. It starts to go off electrocuting him from the inside out for collection. They used to wait, but he has thrown a fit once, this was deemed more efficient.

    When he wakes up he has no idea how long he’s been out. His whole body hurts so he assumes it's been at least a few days. He has new bruises. His handler must have already doled out his punishment. That fucking Jungkook. 

   He’s back in his stark apartment. All a dinghy white only a bed and desk with a computer and chair. They hadn't even bothered to get him a place with a kitchen. Why did he waste his time? He was lucky there was a private bathroom. The rest of his agency was all out the compound. Jimin is pretty sure they keep in here so he’s isolated. He used to at least be allowed to see people other than his handler. He used to at least get to pretend to be a person.

   His door is opened and his handler walks in. He is a large man with cold eyes and a smile always just at his lips. The man enjoys the little flinch Jimin tries to hide from him. He hands Jimin a file. Printed off just for him. He’s not allowed to use the computer without supervision after all. An attack dog is only good after all when you keep it on a leash.

   Jimin thumbs threw the file. The mark is a frat boy. He apparently likes to drug girls and make videos with them passed out underneath him. Sometimes with friends sometimes alone The clients were one of the girl's parents who were surprisingly wealthy and well connected. Their daughter had killed herself after a video of her spread around campus like wildfire. They want a mess and they want it at one of the parties. At least 300 guests. They want him and his family humiliated.

    Jimin can do that. He starts making a plan. He was smart. Good at planning. His handler hands him a suitcase and a stack of bills. “Try not to need anything else.  It will cost you if it does” His handler always takes half Jimin's budget and pockets it. He wonders if he knows. He hoped so. “This is an important client. If you disappoint us I'm going to have to take something from you. I don't think a toe will be enough this time.” His hand gently touches Jimin's small hands. So suited for a blade. 

    He’ll run out of things they can take from him soon. The look of hate Jimin shoots at him is bordering on defiance. His dog is dangerously close to biting. He could always shock him but it was taking them longer and longer to get him enough voltage to shock him and longer and longer to wake him up. They’ll need to get him to care about something eventually. 

    “I've called you a cab. Be a good boy and get this done for us. I really hate to have to punish you” his hand leaves Jimin's pretty hand and goes to his pretty face. He might have been a better whore. Maybe if he fails again he’ll have to find a new job. He thinks he enjoys seeing how much force it would take to force this proud man to truly bend to the will of another. More things to take from him if he’s not the asset they trained him to be. 

    Jimin pulls out of his grasp. The hate that is boiling from his expression is such a delight. “Touch my face again and you will lose your hand” Jimin knows what this man wants from him. He thinks his handler might purposely sabotage him to insure he fails some missions so he can get it. Who knows what he’s already taken from his unconscious body.

     His handler, a man he’s known as long as he can remember. He is the only one who is able to speak Jimin directly. Jimin doesn't even know his name. He knows he doesn't have the power to harm him. When the slap falls around his mouth, not even particularly hard, just degrading, followed by a pat that is so condescending, Jimin can almost feel it dripping down his skin. 

    He gets in the cab already waiting without any more fuss. He’s pleased at least he doesn't have to get on a plane. It's something. He needs to find a place to live. Close to campus but far enough away that his not going to class draws no attention to him. 

    Miles away you look at your house. Your house. It feels so strange to say. It was once a grand house but now? You put your hands on your hips and sigh. You could handle the repairs. Most of them anyway. The only problem was the house was only about 80% paid off. 

    You had inherited the thing from your late aunt and the idea of being able to flip and sell it is intoxicating. It just meant one small thing. You need a roommate to help stretch your meager earnings in front of the job your aunt's connections had afforded you at the student bookstore despite the fact that you were not a student. 

    You look at your stack of papers printed on the cheapest astro brite paper you could find and grab your staple gun. Putting a roll of tape around your wrist like the world's most hideous bracelet. You pick up the stack and sigh again. 

    You look around the house, only partially clear of the copious amounts of the medical equipment still left from your aunt. Not to mention the few rooms most of the items that had been in the common areas had shoved int. She hadn't been a hoarder exactly but a collector and the simple collection of things had quickly become overwhelming. She’s been gone for only about a month. You knew her passing was coming but still it didn't exactly lessen the blow of her passing. Not really. 

    It was made worse by the nagging fact that no matter what you did next your old life was gone. Your family had become convinced that the woman had been rich and honestly at one time rehabs she had been but all of the money she had had went to her medical bills. They were convinced that you had inserted yourself into her life and now had your hands on her enormous fortune. 

    You friends didn't understand how you could just leave them and with  most, you had all but fallen out of touch with most of them and your job, not a great one that had long since replaced you. You had no choice but to start over. 

     With your full time job benign taking care of you aunt you hand even have had a chance to meet anyone. Not anything more than the most casual or acquaintances and your co-workers, though nice enough, seemed a bit wary of you, just a touch older and not in any of their classes. They have been nice enough but still. Still you feel rather alone.

    You hope you get a nice roommate, maybe one who will share their pretty dresses with you and show you what shade of lipstick looks best one you. You slap your cheeks twice. Focus. No point in trying for a fantasy when what you really wanted was a practical roommate who would pay rent on time. That's all. If you get more great but set your expectations low you remind yourself. 

     You staple a flier up as you fight the wave of emotion that floods you. You're not the tallest and if you don't you doubt it will attract anyone's attention. This particular is a garish green that seems to glow in the light. You hate the way it looks. Your own personal taste is soft colors and neutrals and there is something about this that sets you teeth on edge. 

    There is something cathartic about the sound of the staple gun though. It reminds you of doing your home repairs, your little projects you enjoyed so much. You had always excelled at shops close to your county school being one of the few that still had it and you loved learning more about building or tools whenever you could. Youtube, regulars at the hardware store it doesn't matter.

     Helping your aunt has been a little like it. Repairing. Only she had deteriorated so fast in the end that it was like trying to repair an actively sinking ship. Each nail you hammer in to put boards up to tray and stonch the water is just another place for the water to seep in. Fuck. You slap your cheeks again as if to wake yourself up from a slumber.

    It hadn't been a shock. You had both made peace with it but still. Still there was lingering wrongness. Still not exactly. Maybe an emptiness? But it was different then just a hollow spot because there was still her presence that lingered like a ghost as malignant as the tumors that had killed her. 

    The growth. 

     It was hard to think of it like that when she had gotten so small. She had been so big when you were a kid. So full of life. In the end she had been little more than a skeleton. You had not entered that room since they had taken her body. The bed she had died on in the night. There was more than one sealed room in your house but that one is the closest to being a mausoleum.

    There were so many goodbyes but had there been that final one? Or had they just been having a good night? Has there ever been that? She had been so weak. Hadn’t responded in days. You couldn't remember. 

    All you could remember when you closed your eyes to catch your breath was her lying there in pain too weak to even move and.

    And your phone rings, breaking your revelry. Shit. An unknown number. You answer anyway. You’ve put up a few posters and you know student housing is a bit of a mess. “Hello?” You answer. You can tell from the second you pick up that the connection is crap.

    You hear someone with a high voice. A woman maybe but you can't tell definitely one way or the other. You are pretty sure they set up an appointment to come and see the place tomorrow. You want to stop putting up your posters. You don't love the idea of your number being out but what if they don't want to live in a fixer upper? You had to be prepared for them to say no.

    You get up the next morning ridiculously early. You sit on the porch unsure of the exact time you set up. The phone connection having been too poor to be sure. Still you have nothing to do on your day off and you have a large cup of iced coffee. You like to watch the sun rise anyway. Always having been an early bird anyway.

    Jimin holds your fire in his hand with his own cup of coffee. Hot, not cold, and black absolutely no sugar. He doesn't like things. How strange then that his first thought when he sees you is that you look sweet. Sweet enough to savor. The way you look up at the rising sun stretched out and looking content. He wants to feel like that, The second thought he has is annoyed. He wanted to use the place. Who got up at sunrise. Your head turns at a sound and he does as well. 

    Are you fucking kidding. Jungkook? Here?!

    Jungkook actually got into town a day before Jimin. Unlike Jimin, planning had never been his forte. He hadn't needed it to be. He often as not he just copied Jimin's work. He figured with a payday like this Jimin would also be hired. Shit probably others. Maybe that ridiculous girl who called herself the snake. 

    So when he saw Jimin grab that horrible flier from a pole he grabbed the same one to find out what Jimin was thinking. He didn't like it when Jimin's face went blank. He wanted to know what he was thinking. 

    A house. Ok that was a good step. And from that room with the balcony you might even be able to see the frat house the mark was at. Who were you though? And why were you looking at Jimin like that? Like your the fucking sun. Jungkook doesn't like it not one bit.

    Until you turn the same face on him. You wave excitedly. Too exuberant and he watches your thoughts play out on you face the embarrassment and regret as you put your hand down. If you had a tail it would wagging.

    “High! Are you guys the couple from the phone?” Jimin's eyes narrow but Jungkook puts his arm around his waist pulling him to him. Jimin considers killing him right here. But his eyes go back to you. He likes to make a mess. Like to cause pain on assignment if that's what the client is and you are not a client and the way you're looking at him? He doesn't ruin it. 

   “Yeah, my boyfriend called. Your flier says one room, can we see it?” You nod excitedly and lead them instantly glad you left all the windows open. Jungkook appraises the place. It was probably nice once. It's not terrible now, a little cluttered by things he had to guess went yours. “Is this your place?”

    “It was my aunt. All mine now.” You give the tour. You explain the repairs you intend to make all excitement and bubbly joy despite a lingering sadness that seems to cling to you. Two natures at war in you. You seem to forget that you are even trying to get them to stay. The one room is clearly the master bedroom and Jimin wonders what room is yours.

    Jimin can smell the faintest smell of death. It's mixed with bleach. He looks at you seriously. “Did someone die here?” your face falls and you get quiet. Jungkook could slap him. You were clearly undercharging for this place and it would be a pain to have to get a different place where he can’t keep an eye on the competition.

    “Yes, my aunt she was sick” you look up in sudden fear. “No like anything contagious or anything” You stammer out and Jimin just shrugs looking at the closet space. 

   “Just wondering. I don't mind” 

    You look relieved and even let out a little sigh. Jungkook watches your face change like it's the most interesting show he's ever seen, spacing out for a moment then chimes in. He needs to make this little creep seem like a normal person. “The medical equipment down stairs.”

    “Oh. don’t worry I’m going to have someone come help me move it! I didn't expect anyone to call so soon. I just need to make an appointment.” You needed to wait till payday. You do some calculations in your mind fuck how were you going to do that and get the supplies to fix your wall in your bedroom that had a crack. 

    “If you’ll rent us two rooms I’ll move it. We’ll pay double of course” You eyes light up but just as quickly your face falls. Hmm do you need money? 

    “I do have a second room but it's not cleared out yet. It would take me a little time” You look so nervous. It's too easy what if they were creeps. 

   “If you let us move in today we can put down the deposit. Take your time” You eyes like up. You are so expressive. Jungkook wants to see all your expressions. He watches you realize something. He wonders if were planning on charging them a deposit. You seem unprepared for this.

    “You're sure? That would be so great. I was so happy when I got your call. I feel so much better living with a dating couple.” Jungkook digs around in his wallet and pulls out cash. Your eyes widen in shock. Who has this kind of cash on them these days. 

    “Will three months be enough?” You look at it. Of course it would be enough. This would let you do many repairs and. He watches you look guilty as you count out the cash he’s given you. Is it not enough?

    “No. I mean yes” you handed him two months back. You don't think it's fair to have them pay a deposit, not with the house the way it is. Even if it would help. “Here. One month is fine since you are giving me a week to clean out the room.” you hold out two months back at him. He can tell you don't want to give it back.

    Why do it then? 

     Are you up to something? You haven't made them sign anything or run a background check. You seem worried. You are worried. You don't have a car and caring this much to the back seems dangerous. 

    So we have a deal?” Jimin asks looking up. Better Jungkook's money than his. Jimin puts his one suitcase in the closet. He will unpack later. Not that there is much to unpack.

     “Yes! Of course thank you so much for responding so quickly. My name is Y/n”

Jungkook takes your hand. It's soft but with a few surprising calluses. You weren't kidding when you talked about your repairs then. “Well, I’m Jungkook and my cute little boyfriend hear is Jimin”

    “Hi Jimin! It's really nice to meet you!” Jimin looks up again. He is surprised to find that you look like you mean it. He stands up suddenly and kisses Jungkook. Hi bites down on his lip till he tastes blood and then puts on a dazzling smile. 

    “Can you finish up here sweety? I have something I have to take care of. Nice to meet you, Y/n” Jungkook chuckles. Vicious little thing isn't he? The public affection makes you blush and Jimin almost regrets the action. He wonders if a kiss from him to you would make you blush as pretty. Oh well not like he’ll be here long any way. Jimin offers you a polite bow and heads off to find whoever actually called you and persuade them to find different accommodations. 

   You offer to help Jungkook move his stuff in grateful that the furnished room was attractive to him. He seemed to travel light. They seem young, about your age give or take and maybe they were going to live in the dorms. 

     Jungkook agrees and you help take in bags from his very nice vintage car. It's flashy and you can tell it costs a lot of money even if you don't know shit about cars. You take in his all black look and wonder if he was trying to be cool or if he just exudes it naturally. You  stand just out of view of the trunk so you don’t accidentally pry. He hands you the lightest suitcase. Just clothes in that one. He doesn't seem to mind when you linger at the doorway. Curious about what he’s unpacking.

    Every item he pulls out is clearly expensive but also impeccably chosen if they are almost all black. You linger at the doorway unsure whether you should leave or stay. Nervous. He gestures for you. “You can get a better look if you want.” 

    You look embarrassed but you do want to see. You come over and sit on the edge of his bed still sipping at your coffee. He watches you try and fail not to ooh and aah at every single piece. Unlike Jimin, Jungkook does make money at his life's work. A lot of money. After buying the car he had started to buy clothes. Nice ones. Usually the only people who get close enough to appreciate ended up dead.

    You half reach out to one of his big sweaters. One he uses to hide his guns. Do you have a gun you need to hide? He holds it out to you and is charmed by your delight. “It's so soft!”

    “It is! Do you like soft clothes?”

     “Yeah but I always get them snagged on nails or covered in paint” you look remorseful for all your fallen sweaters. You let it drop from your fingers and think about what you have in the other room. The bed is fine but you’ll need to get new sheets and pillows at the very least. You feel the wad of cash in your pocket growing lighter already. You get up and stretch just a little.

    Jungkook's eyes track your movement. He enjoys the way you're not even a little guarded. You have no idea what you just invited into your home. “Do you want some coffee? I'm going to get a second cup” he eyes your empty cup. Reusable and almost a liter. Maybe caffeine was your preferred poisoning method. 

     You lead him down to the kitchen. your refrigerator is suspiciously barren other than a large dispensing jar filled with the light brown liquid. “You can have some of this if you want, or I can make you a hot cup. I only have a keurig but it's faster at least”

    “How do you get the jar filled up?” Jungkook asks. He sees no larger coffee maker. He frowns. 

     “Very slowly. I will say maybe 50% of it is …other things.” He smiles looking at it. It looks ok but there is so much. How long would it take?

     “What else?” Why did you say it like that? You frown trying to remember 

    “In this iteration? Tea, it’s cheaper, some coconut milk and a little oat milk that I had left over” you don't remember what kind of tea it was.

    “What do you call it?” He decides he wants it. He wants to know what you guzzle down like its water.

     “The concoction!” you say with pride.

     “I'll take it” You get him a glass. It's smaller than yours and he watches in mild horror as you fill your liter bottle up again. You glance up at the second bedroom. There is actually one more, the room your aunt died in but you're not ready to do that. Move box after box of her box out to the curb though? You could do that.

     He watches your thoughts play out on your face again and wants you to tell him everything. Hopefully there would be time for that “Oh shoot I need to get you guys keys I only have one extra!” You grab your own keyring off the table and hand it to him. It has a cute pink rabbit on it. “Ok I’ll give this one to you and when I get the boxes. And the sheets. Crap no… too much. Ok two trips then. Walmart sells boxes right? Oh Jungkook, do you think Jimin will want a fun key or a normal key for a shoot ? Do you want a normal key?”

    “I like this one. Where are you going?”

    “To the store, I need to get boxes”

    “Do you want a ride? You don't have a car right? Or is it in the garage?” You look positively delighted. 

     “No car. There is an old piano in the garage. If you help me move it, you can take the place of your car. No change other than moving the piano. I don't like going in there. There are spiders!” Jungkook grins at you. Cute. you are really fucking cute. 

    “Let's open it and move the thing so we can park when we get back.” You look at the garage with mock horror.

    “Will you kill the spiders for me?” 

    “Sure but my skills are expensive, you know? I'm a world class assassin. Can you afford me?” 

    “Probably not. I guess I'll have to be brave” You say with a grin as you open the door and look at the ancient and rotted piano and try to give it a tug. Jungkook watches you struggle for a moment.

    “There's a spider by your hand” He says. You let out a little gasp and recoil almost tripping back. He catches you quicker than you would have thought possible. You go red the second he touches you and stay red after he rights you. He smashes the spider. 

    “Sorry I didn't know it was an actual fear. I’ll tell you what I'll give you one on the house. Next time you want someone dead tell me” You laugh. 

    “I’ll keep that in mind”

[intotherumiverse]

Chapter 2

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Yvonne’s Pov

The Summer Court was known for a lot of things. Yes, we did the dirty work for people who didn’t want to be seen doing it. We lied for liars, stole for stealers, and cheated cheaters. But we were big on loyalty. I mean if we couldn’t trust one of our own, who could we trust? But driving back home, knowing what we had to tell Bakugou….

Maybe it was better if we lied.

We found him training. Sweat dripped down his face as more and more holograms blur around him. His muscles tighten in frustration as the holograms look like they are about to win.  Power training was something I always hated. We were already fast and strong, why work yourself to the bone to gain some other ability. But some people did it, Like (Y/n), but others have tried every day to improve themselves to no avail. All of us has given up at some point, Bakugou was just a matter of time.

The hologram knocked his sword out o his hand, and he glances at it as if something miraculous was going to happen. When he realizes nothing is happening, he lets out a grunt of anger.

“He’s rarely happy anymore,” I think to myself. “ Well, it wasn’t unusual, well for Bakugou at least, but his obsession was going a bit too far”

“Good luck with him,” Mina says while Mira walks away.

“If you live we’ll see you in the meeting room. You know where, so don’t die.”

“Gee, Such wonderful friends,” I say back.

. Turning back towards the entrance of the training room, I walk, cleared my throat, and spoke up

“Bakugou?”

All I get is another grunt as a reply, knowing he was somewhat listening. He continued his workout, concentrating on summoning a weapon in his hand.

“Bakubitch!”

He gives me a glare. Well, that got his attention.

“Whatdoyouwant?”

I hated when he was like this, not wanting to listen to anyone else even his friends. Steeling myself, I spit out the ugly truth to him

“(Y/n)gotkidnappedanditwasn’tourfault.”

“What? You said that too fast for me to even hear.”

“(Y/n) got kidnapped-”

“HUH?? HOW’D YOU IDIOTS LET THAT-”

“Will you shut up and let me explain?”

Rolling my eyes I wanted until Bakugou was calm, well calm enough, to begin.

“We had a mission. One assigned to us by the King. Someone from Spring Court wanted someone from Autumn off their back and they had enough money to pay for it. Shit went sideways and long story short, (Y/n) got taken… by Izuku Midoriya.”

I barely had time to doge before the knife was embedded into the target behind me. Such primal behavior, attacking me without warning.

“So you’re telling me… Izuku Midoriya took (Y/n) and you and the rest of the team, just fucking stood there?”

Another knife dodged. He’s making it harder and harder for me not to hit him

“Will you stop using me as target practice long enough so we can get her back?”

“It’s the Autumn Court. Who knows where they took her? She could be halfway to the gates of hell and back before we figure it out.”

Walking over to the target and prying the daggers off of it, I threw them back in rapid succession. He dodged the first one, but the second one scratched his face, leaving a thin line of blood in its wake.

“Next time you throw a knife at me make sure it hit its intended mark”

And with that, I leave the training room.

(Y/n)‘s POV

Being interrogated by the Autumn Court was… It’s an experience, let's just say. They had a lot of ways of making you talk, and once you open your mouth there is no stopping them.

Due to their power, vocals are the thing that they focus heavily on. It’s easy to fall into their trap but easy to evade it if you know what you’re doing. Just don’t say anything. I’ve been doing that for three hours now.

Granted it was hard. They tried everything short of laying hands on me. Ripping my dress, threatening my family and friends, you know the usual. But they couldn’t get me to talk. Then they called the motherfucking prince, who also happens to be the person I wanted dead.

“Just answer the question, doll, and you can go home.” Stupid motherfucker, staring down at me with that condescending smile I think.  The haze of his power swirling around me, deep and smoky. Izuku was powerful, yes. But against me, he was nothing.

Smiling at him, I think to myself ‘You’ll get me to talk when I’m dead and gone’

Tracing his hand on my jawline slowly, like I was glass, brittle and ready to break. He stares deep into my eyes and for a moment, a hint of a second, I see the pain in his eyes. Something indescribable, intangible, but somehow there. And the moment is over. Harshly grabbing my chin, the pain is covered with feral, oddly flat green eyes.

“Tell me. Or else we’ll have to resort to… uglier methods of gaining information from you. And trust me, darling, you won’t like those methods.”

I took the saliva from my own mouth, aimed carefully, and spit on him. It landed directly on his eye.

“You fucking cunt!” He recoils in disgust, wiping his eye fervently. I smile in pride, knowing I got under his skin.

He backs up away from the cell I was in, taking one more look at my triumphant face, before saying to the guards, “Make sure she doesn’t escape.”

I heard his angry footsteps echo, and finally, the silence came.

The guards snicker at the recent events, before one of them saying,

“You’re going to regret that, you know? No one messes with Prince Midoriya and lives to tell the tale.”

“Guess I’ll be the first,” I replied back.

And then I broke the chains.

Izuku’s Pov

Fuck I missed her. She was the part of me that I never knew I needed. She was my blood, my bones, framing me into what I am now. And seeing her now, it made my bones ache, my blood sing. An agonizing, beautiful song. Placing my head into my hands, I bite the insole of my palms.

‘Where did it all go wrong?’ I thought to myself.

Sorting myself out, I walk through the quiet corridors of the Autumnal Palace. The sun shining through the high glass windows, mocking me with its beauty. It seems fit, having such a wonderful day go on outside as I suffer internally. With hastened pace, I make my way towards my personal team.

Stopping in front of the common room, I fix myself, running my hairs through my hair before walking in.

“Oh hey man,” Sero was the first one who saw me, giving a toothy smile “How’d the interrogation go…” he trails off, seeing the scowl on my face.

“So not well” One of Shoji’s many arms pops up and says.

Choosing my words carefully I say “It didn’t go as expected. (Y/n)’s a difficult one.”

Difficult wasn’t even the basis to cover it. She was infuriating, complex, and every time I see her it spurs my heart on erratically. But how could I say that in words?

My team was a good one, personally trained by myself, but sometimes they were a little too bit much.

Ochako pipes up from where she was sitting “Izu, don’t worry. We finally caught (Y/n)! After two and half years no less. All your hard work won’t be for nothing.”

“Yeah, man! This is cause for celebration! We finally caught (Y/n), Summer Court’s deadliest assassin. It’s time to kick back and celebrate-” At that moment, Ojirio storms in, face in pain as blood soaks his normally white clothes. The look on his face said that something was clearly wrong.

“(Y/n) escaped)”

Cocking my eyebrow I stare at Sero.

“Celebration huh?”

(Y/n)’s Pov

I hated being chased. Everyone talks about the exhilarating feeling of almost not making it but does anyway, but all I feel is annoyed. Turning another corner I hear in the distance. Luckily the guards tattered the ends of my dress, so it was easier to run in it

“Don’t let her escape! We need her alive!”

‘Autumn Court’ I thought to myself ‘One person escapes and they go bat shit crazy. Well, it is me.”

I look around looking for a place to hide out until the guards’ pass. Then looking up I spot...

“A vent. Perfect.” I whisper to myself. Working quickly, I made my way into the ventilation system. I keep myself there, holding my breath until I hear footsteps. It was two of the workers there.

“It’s such a shame,” one says to another. “King Toshinori has never done anything helpful since the Prince had been announced.” The other one shakes their head shamefully.

“I know right? Even since Izuku became prince, he’s nowhere to be seen or heard. It’s like he just placed all the burden on Prince Izuku and moved on with his life.”

Oh? Izuku’s being packed with the burden. I guess Von will find that information useful. Waiting until I couldn’t hear the voices of anyone, I get down from the vents.

“Easy as pie.” I smile at my genius.

“Spread out and find her! She couldn’t have gone far!” I see one the second in command, Ochako Uraraka yells. My smile turns into a grimace at her figure. I’ve never liked her but after the incident three years ago…

I didn’t let myself think of it, rather waited until I couldn’t hear footsteps anymore before dropping out of the vent.

Corridor after corridor, I run the palace. The orange-gold of the palace becoming a blur as I see the doors towards my freedom.

“THERE SHE IS. AFTER HER!” Fuck they found me. I was almost there, just a little more… Then I feel a large object knock into my back.

Giving a little as I went down, I turn quickly. Seeing the familiar hair of…

“(Y/n) don’t do this,” His soft voice rings out, power laced in it even now. “Just come back and we can get you home safely” Gritting my teeth at Izuku, I clench my fist and throw a punch. All the while my other hand summons a small dagger before dipping it in some poison and stabbing Izuku in the thigh.

How dare he. How dare he pretend that he cares, after all, he did to me, to my Court.

“Fuck!” Izuku screams.

Pulling him up by his collar I spit it out.

“Rot in hell.”

In the back, the rest of his team runs, seeing their leader hurt.

Not sticking around, I take off running, getting the doors of the front of the castle.

The night was dark as I fumbled slightly down the stairs of the castle.

‘Shit, shit, shit. I need a place to hide’ I think.

Running towards the car area of the courtyard, I see a black party bus sitting fairly near the gates. Sneaking into the back doors, I sit in the darkness.

“She couldn’t have gone far, split up and search.” I hear the voices agree before splitting off in different directions.

“Well, Well, WELL.” I’m suddenly knocked off my feet, and without another chance to regain my balance, my chin is grabbed. Sharp nails meet my flesh, threatening to make me bleed.

“What should we do with her Dabi?” a feminine voice reaches my ears.

“Drug ‘er. We’ll deal with her when the others come back. Shiggy will know what to do with ‘er”

“Sure.” Something stabbed into my neck and everything goes dark.

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I posted 781 times in 2021

285 posts created (36%)

496 posts reblogged (64%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.7 posts.

I added 421 tags in 2021

#miroxons bullshit - 299 posts

#optimus prime - 21 posts

#transformers - 20 posts

#roadtrip - 18 posts

#doctor who - 12 posts

#chicago - 12 posts

#john 117 - 10 posts

#halo mcc - 10 posts

#doom eternal - 10 posts

#payday 2 - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 105 characters

#i had been running on nothing but soda candy icecream and spite so i was ready to fight god or die trying

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Y'all I found this TikTok by TikTok user ultracinematic. AND MY FUCKING HEART CANT TAKE THIS I THOUGHT I EMOTIONALLY RECOVERED FROM THE LAST EPISODE OF THE MANDALORIAN SEASON 2 BUT I WAS FUCKIN WRONG😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

29 notes • Posted 2021-09-25 01:07:46 GMT

#4

I wanna punch myself in the face, this just popped up in my brain after reading something and I-

So in this AU that just popped in my head sometime after the events of Halo 4 the Sanghelil betray the UNSC and go back to working with the Covenant and during a battle between some covenant (including the Arbiter) and Blue team with fireteam Osiris the Arbiter yells for retreat as he realizes they are losing so as the remaining covenant retreats:

Buck, yelling: Hey Arbitard, you guys won't win against us if you end up always retreating.

The Arbiter, yelling back as he leaves: I FUCKED YOUR CHIEF, ASSFACE!

Buck: *slowly turns to Chief*

Buck: he didn't mean that, right Chief?

John:....

Vale: naw...

Buck: he's lying, right Chief?

John:.......

Kelly: Jesus fucking christ John

39 notes • Posted 2021-04-26 01:20:56 GMT

#3

Payday 2 police, dozers, snipers, clokers and swat: *set up a perfect perimeter around the bank so the robbers can't escape*

Some shitter in a doge mask at the front entrance: *destroys everything with a fucking rocket launcher*

41 notes • Posted 2021-06-24 14:32:54 GMT

#2

Am I doing my homework that's overdue?

No.

Am I drowning myself in content of ALL my favorite ships such as: dinluke, Radiodust, Pentniss, doomvega and many more?

FUCKING YES!!!!

70 notes • Posted 2021-02-01 03:42:37 GMT

#1

Spider-Man: wade, for the hundredth time, I don't kill people!

Wade: narrator voice; about two hours after Spidy said he doesn't kill people he proceeded to yeet a motherfucker off a building.

157 notes • Posted 2021-01-17 04:26:02 GMT

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Idgaf if I was sasha i would have doged the bullet if I knew a hot ass motherfucking Chef is waiting for me