#the cameras start to fail and his attackers disappear

[nelkcats]

Vengeful Knight

When Danny moved to Gotham he didn't think that would be a problem, his rogues agreed to let him go (or at least, most of them) and it was a good opportunity to get his college degree.

Of course, you can't spend your whole life with ghosts without getting attached to them or having them getting attached to you. Although most of them had promised, Danny was well aware that not all of them were going to keep that promise.

A good example was Fright Knight, who instead of staying in the Realms decided to move in with him and provide additional "protection"; the halfa figured it made sense, since he was now "heir" or whatever, he was just setting him back a few years.

Fright Knight took his job very seriously, mostly hiding in Danny's shadow and keeping watch. That was fine until the halfa got caught in a rogue attack in Gotham and inevitably, Frighty decided to do his job and press a sword down their throats.

Danny escaped from there soon after, but this trend continued to happen (rogues, muggers, even cops, anything "dangerous" ended up with a sword around his neck).

When he read in the Gotham newspaper about the "spirit of a knight" and "Gotham's recent problem with nightmares" he knew he had to do something about it. He was almost certain that people were going to consider him a vigilante or worse, a bat.

Besides, the nightmare dimension was getting pretty crowded and Danny didn't want to be part of the trauma of half the population in Gotham.

[redflagshipwriter]

Young lovers are shot by Cupid (he is now wanted for questioning)

“Suspicious?” Todd paused mid-pull on his smoothie. He lifted his face, surveyed the mall, and frowned slightly. “Who?”

Damian tried to physically point Todd's face at the incredibly suspicious man lugging an unconcealed weapon in public. “How did you fail to see him?” Damian demanded. The man was very nearly flouting public decency laws and wearing extremely unseasonable sandals.

“Whoa, squirt.” Todd tried to ruffle his hair. “What are you talking about?”

“Cease!” Damian dodged with a scowl. “How could you fail to notice such a person? Open your eyes and look!”

Todd sighed. “Who are you talking about?”

Damian pointed.

Todd's eyes glanced over the man without any recognition.

But the man looked over to make eye contact. His eyes widened. He looked delighted.

“Brat?”

Damian watched with narrowed eyes as the strange man gave him a mischievous smile, pressed a finger to his lips, and gestured for secrecy. Then he took the bow and arrow off his back, pointed in the crowd, and fired in one smooth motion.

The arrow hit a woman in the back, in the center of her chest. It flashed out of sight in the same instant.

Damian shouted and stood straight up. Food flew as he jarred the table. Heads turned to look at him.

The woman was one of them.

He stood, processing. There was no blood on her body at all. She was unwounded. He had watched the suspect fire an arrow in public into a woman's heart and she was unharmed.

When he did nothing, people turned back to their food. He stared in disbelief. The woman who had been hit leaned into her friend and said something close to their ear.

No one looked at the archer. The arrow- the arrow that he had fired was back in his hand. How?

He nodded at Damian and then he disappeared.

Damian blinked.

Clearly, this villain was supernatural or magical. What had been his purpose? Damian would have to track that woman down and see if anything unusual happened to her. As he watched, she laced her fingers together with her friend and walked away, laughing. His lips curled. Foolish. She had no concept of the danger she was in!

“The hell is up with you?” Todd demanded, sounding unnerved. “Hey!” He tapped the table rapidly with a hand.

Reluctantly, Damian sat. His brain was churning.

“Are you-”

“I'm fine,” Damian cut Todd off. He crossed his arms, as if to protect his own heart. “I was…. Mistaken.”

Todd leaned back. “If you say so,” he said, dubious.

He was missing something. He had to do research. As soon as Todd released him from the purgatory of shopping for a birthday present for Father, he went to the batcave and started researching villains who used a bow and arrow.

Unsatisfactory. He widened his search. Hits were few and easily discarded. “It was not Oliver Queen,” he muttered to the monitor with a sneer. It kept pinging helpfully that Queen was the most famous archer at the moment. “The man I saw escaped from a different off-Broadway musical than Queen.”

He needed to change his approach. He attempted to access the Mall's security footage.

…It was on a closed connection. Damian felt his lips thin.

Very well. Robin would go retrieve the footage, locate the victim, and see if the attacker appeared on camera.

[rootedinrevisions]

Let's just say Nia Jax joined Solo's Bloodline around the same time that Tama Tonga joined.

Y/N was a member of the OG Bloodline along with The Usos and her boyfriend Roman Reigns, aka the Tribal Chief. When Roman went M.I.A. after Wrestlemania 40, Y/N along with Jimmy Uso were both kicked out of the Bloodline by Solo, and Y/N was attacked and injured by Nia Jax, which led to her being out with injury for a few months. At Bad Blood, both Y/N and Jimmy return, and they go after the bloodline, with Y/N attacking Nia.

Cue Y/N's emotional reunion with Roman afterwards.

Thank you so much for sending this request in! I'm sorry that it's taken me so long to get it written and posted! I've gotten a little behind with writing all of the Kinktober stuff, but hopefully, this is worth the wait!

The energy in the stadium is electric. Roman Reigns and Cody Rhodes are in the final stretch of their brutal match. Roman’s face is a mix of determination and exhaustion. Cody counters one of Roman’s final moves—a Superman Punch—and manages to hit him with a Cross Rhodes, but Roman kicks out at the last second. The crowd erupts.

Roman struggles to his feet, breathing heavily. He throws Cody into the corner and goes for a Spear, but Cody dodges, sending Roman into the turnbuckle. The momentum shifts as Cody seizes the opportunity and hits another Cross Rhodes, and then another for good measure. Roman is down. Cody covers him.

1... 2... 3!

The bell rings, and the crowd explodes as Cody Rhodes is declared the new WWE Champion. Roman Reigns is lying in the ring, stunned, his chest heaving as he stares up at the ceiling lights. He’s no longer the top guy. The reign is over.

Roman rolls out of the ring slowly, his face emotionless, but the weight of his loss evident in the way he moves. The crowd cheers for Cody, but there’s an eerie silence as Roman walks up the ramp, his head down. The camera catches the WWE Universe watching him, shocked that his 4-year reign has finally come to an end.

As Roman reaches the top of the ramp, he hesitates, looking back at the ring one last time before walking through the curtain.

The second he steps through the curtain, you’re there. You’ve been watching the match from the monitors, anxiously waiting to see the result. When you saw Cody pin him, your heart sank. You knew how much this match meant to him, not just for his career but for his identity as the top dog in WWE.

As soon as Roman comes through, you rush toward him, your eyes full of concern. He looks like a shadow of himself—defeated, vulnerable, nothing like the unstoppable force you know him to be. You don’t even think twice before reaching out to him, wanting to offer comfort.

“Roman...” you start softly, trying to get through to him.

But he doesn’t stop. His eyes avoid yours completely, and he brushes past you, almost as if you’re not even there. It’s as if acknowledging you would make his failure real. He can’t bear to see the disappointment he imagines must be in your eyes. Without saying a word, he keeps walking down the hallway, shoulders slumped, eyes fixed on the ground.

The sting of him walking past you hits harder than you expected. He’s never done this before—never shut you out like this. You stand there, frozen, watching him disappear into the back, feeling helpless.

After Roman disappears around the corner, you stand in silence for a moment, the noise of the arena a distant echo in your ears. You know this isn’t just about losing a title. It’s deeper than that. Roman’s silence says everything: he’s not just upset—he feels like he’s failed you, his family, and himself.

You try to shake off the sinking feeling in your chest, knowing that whatever Roman is going through, you’ll be there for him, even if he isn’t ready to face you yet.

* * * *

The lights in the arena dim, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. The New Bloodline’s music hits, and Solo Sikoa, flanked by Nia Jax and Jacob Fatu, makes his way to the ring. The faction’s presence is as dominating as ever, but something feels off. You can feel it.

As you step into the ring, Solo’s eyes bore into you. The tension is palpable.

You stand tall, despite the unease gnawing at you. Roman’s absence has been felt deeply by everyone, but for you, it’s been more personal. You’ve remained loyal to him, refusing to let his legacy fade. But now, Solo has taken control, and everything feels fractured.

Solo grabs a mic, his voice is cold and commanding.

"You’ve been standing in Roman’s shadow for too long. It’s time you acknowledge the real Tribal Chief. Me."

The crowd lets out a mixture of gasps and boos as Solo takes a step closer to you, his imposing figure radiating authority. His demand hangs in the air like a challenge.

You clench your fists, heart pounding, but your decision is clear. Loyalty to Roman runs too deep. You can’t betray that, not now, not ever.

You shake your head, standing firm. "I acknowledge...Roman Reigns."

The crowd roars in support of your defiance, but Solo’s face twists into a smirk of disdain. His expression is dark, filled with contempt, and you can feel the shift in the air. Something bad is about to happen.

"Wrong answer."

He steps back slightly and motions to Nia Jax. The crowd goes silent, sensing the danger. Nia steps forward, her eyes locked on you, a predator stalking her prey.

"Nia… deal with the problem."

Your heart sinks as you realize what’s coming. But before you can react, Nia charges at you, delivering a brutal clothesline that sends you crashing to the mat. The impact rattles your bones, but it’s not over.

You try to get to your feet, but Nia is relentless. She grabs you by the hair, dragging you up before hitting you with a devastating Samoan Drop, slamming you hard into the canvas. Pain shoots through your body, but it’s nothing compared to what’s coming next.

The crowd screams, pleading for mercy, but Solo watches on with cold detachment. Nia isn’t finished. She circles you like a shark, her eyes narrowing in on your knee.

With a vicious smile, Nia grabs your leg, twisting it in an unnatural angle. Then, with all her force, she slams her elbow down into your knee, and you scream in agony. The sound of something snapping echoes in your ears, and you know immediately—it’s bad.

The crowd is in a frenzy, medics rushing down the ramp, but Solo raises his hand, stopping them from interfering. Nia delivers one final stomp to your knee before stepping back, her job is done.

Solo leans down over you, his voice low and menacing.

"Roman’s not here to save you anymore. This is my Bloodline now. If you show your face again, I’ll make sure you’re not just out of the ring… but out of this business for good."

He tosses the mic down beside you, and with that, Solo, Nia, and Jacob leave the ring. The medics finally rush in, placing you on a stretcher as the fans chant your name in support, but all you can focus on is the searing pain in your knee and the betrayal burning in your chest.

As you’re carried up the ramp, one thing is clear—you’re out of action, sidelined for months, but this fight is far from over.

* * * *

The Bad Blood main event is at its peak. Roman Reigns, bruised and battered, fights on instinct alone. Across the ring, Solo Sikoa stands tall, the upper hand clearly his. At ringside, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa are prowling like sentinels, ensuring that no one interrupts their plans. The crowd roars with a mix of anticipation and tension as Solo prepares to deliver the final blow.

Roman stumbles backward into the corner, clearly exhausted, his chest heaving. The look in his eyes—defeat seems inevitable. Solo stalks toward him, ready to strike, and you can feel the electricity in the air.

Suddenly, from the crowd, a figure darts toward the ring. Dressed in a black hoodie and bandana, the person’s face is obscured, but the intention is clear—they're coming for Tama and Tonga. The crowd erupts, unsure of who this mystery person is, but thrilled by the sudden turn of events.

Tama and Tonga’s heads snap toward the intruder. They move to intercept, but the figure is too quick, dodging their blows and delivering a series of fast, brutal strikes that send both men tumbling to the ground. The figure stands over them, breathing hard, before pulling off the hood and yanking the bandana down.

It’s Jimmy Uso.

The crowd explodes in a frenzy of cheers. Jimmy stands tall, glaring at the chaos around him before his attention shifts back to the ring. Solo’s eyes widen with shock, but before he can react, another distraction comes into play.

Nia Jax’s music hits.

The powerhouse walks down the ramp, her focus solely on the ring. She climbs onto the apron, shouting at the referee, who is caught between her and the chaos unfolding. The distraction is working—until your music hits, and the crowd surges to life.

The roar of the crowd swells as you sprint down the ramp, your knee healed and ready for revenge. With determination in your eyes, you target Nia. Reaching the ring, you grab her ankle, yanking her down from the apron. She stumbles but turns to face you, a menacing glare in her eyes. But you’re quicker—you charge, hitting her with a swift, decisive running knee strike that sends her crashing to the floor. The crowd loses it, chanting your name as you stand over Nia, breathless but victorious.

Back in the ring, the distraction is all Roman needs. As Solo turns back around to refocus on Roman, he walks right into a massive Spear. The impact is earth-shattering, and the arena trembles with excitement. Roman covers Solo, hooking the leg, and the referee drops to the mat.

One… two… three!

The bell rings. Roman has won the match, but there’s no time for celebration as emotions swirl. You and Jimmy slide into the ring, and the crowd’s roar grows even louder. The reunion they’ve all been waiting for.

You and Jimmy embrace first, the weight of the last several months lifting off your shoulders in that single moment. As the two of you pull back, your eyes naturally shift to the man standing just a few feet away.

Roman Reigns.

He stands in the middle of the ring, sweat dripping down his face, chest heaving from the effort of the match. For a moment, he looks stunned, his eyes wide as he takes in the sight of you and Jimmy standing together in the ring—his family, reunited.

Roman's expression softens, the weight of everything he’s been through—the loss, the disappearance, the betrayal of his own blood—seems to crash over him all at once. He turns to Jimmy first, pulling him into a tight, brotherly hug. The crowd erupts, the bond between the two undeniable.

But then… Roman’s eyes meet yours.

For a split second, everything else fades away—the roar of the crowd, the lights, the chaos—it’s just the two of you. Roman's gaze is intense, filled with everything he hasn’t said, the regret, the guilt, the longing. His lips part as if he’s about to say something, but instead, he just opens his arms to you.

Your feet move before your brain catches up. In a daze, you find yourself walking toward him, and before you know it, his strong arms wrap around you. The instant you feel his touch, your body melts into his, the months of separation, pain, and uncertainty dissolving in his embrace. His hold on you is firm, like he never wants to let go again.

He leans down, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I’m sorry… I’m so sorry."

You don’t respond with words, but your arms wrap around his neck, your face buried in his chest. Tears sting your eyes as you hold him, and you can feel the tension in his muscles, the way his body shakes ever so slightly from exhaustion and emotion.

Without thinking, Roman lifts you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he holds you tightly against him. The crowd’s cheers reach a deafening pitch, but it’s all background noise to you.

Roman is holding you like he never wants to let you go again, and it's all you can focus on at the moment.

You pull back slightly, your forehead resting against his as you gaze into his eyes. The connection between you is undeniable, electric, and for the first time in months, you feel complete.

Smiling softly down at him, you lean in, your lips finding his in a tender, emotional kiss. Roman’s arms tighten around you, his lips moving against yours with a desperation that speaks volumes—he missed you, he needed you, and he’s never letting you go again.

The crowd cheers wildly, the reunion of the three of you—Roman, Jimmy, and yourself—something they had all hoped for.

As you pull away from the kiss, you rest your head against Roman’s, still wrapped around him, savoring the moment. The weight of the world seems to lift, if only for this moment, as the three of you stand united once again, ready for whatever comes next.

[dovahkiin796]

Poppy Playtime: CH 3 (What-if Part 2)

John watches in both awe and terror as the metal, skeleton-like hand of The Prototype lowered from the same hatch CatNap jumped down from to get the jump on him. The giant purple cat backed away in fear at it.

Knowing he failed his God, he feared at what punishment he'll receive. But instead of a harsh punishment. The Prototype turned his hand around, as if wanting CatNap to take it.

At least that what it would look like to an outside viewer. But to CatNap. He knew what it truly meant... and he was very willing to it.

CatNap, real name Theodore Grambell, got onto his knees and waited for his God to take him. The Prototype pressed his sharp fingers together and rammed them through CatNap's mouth.

The death was instant. The large front legs fell limply to the floor and as if the giant cat weighed nothing. The Prototype lifted the dead Bigger Body off the ground and into the hatch.

As far as John knew. That was the last time he would see of CatNap. Getting up off the floor. John looks at his right GrabPack arm and sighs when seeing the green hand completely destroyed.

"I really hope I won't be needing it anymore." He said. Taking the elevator he used to get up to this power room back down. John completes his task by putting the blue battery into the wall socket and diverting the Red Smoke.

To his left he heard a door open. Walking through it, John finds himself in a massive room with a concrete covering hooked to some kind of crane system in the center.

"Good, you're here." Said the voice of Poppy from nowhere. "And you've done it again. The impossible. Just like I knew you would."

"I didn't do it alone. Had some good friends to help me on my journey." Said John with a soft smile. "...I wish more people like you worked here in the factory. Maybe... maybe none of this would have happened." Said Poppy.

Suddenly the lid was being raised. Revealing a long shaft and another elevator that would take anyone down it. "CatNap's gone... the Red Smoke is diverted... Everything is falling into place, thanks to you. But if we're to keep going then..." Poppy emerges from an open vent, stepping onto a platform with a VHS tape in her tiny hands.

The little doll correctly assumes John came back for his co-workers, wanting to know what happened to them. It was all over the news. Who wouldn't want to know? Around over 250 people suddenly vanishing without a trace. And he wasn't there to do anything to save even one person from just disappearing.

"This... this is your answer." Poppy raised the tape, so his focus was on it. "We called it "The Hour of Joy". She inserts the tape in a VHS player. John heard the sound of static and looked to where it came from.

On the ground floor with him he sees a TV. He walks up to it and sees from the POV of a CCTV camera of the main lobby with Huggy standing in the spot where John first found him. Though this time he was surrounded by dozens of people.

It looked like it was just another day in the factory. Till Huggy suddenly attacked someone by chomping down on them. The people all ran in terror with Huggy following them.

John watched in absolute horror as the feed would change to different cameras around the factory. He saw Mommy Long Legs reach out and grab three workers and crawled up to the ceiling out of the camera's view. Then only a few seconds later the workers she carried up fell to the ground. Blood splattered onto the floor.

John couldn't believe at the amount of carnage he was seeing. Everyone must've been so confused when the toys suddenly started attacking them. Some of the employees no doubt cornered themselves in an attempt to find a safe place to hide.

After watching the toy massacre everyone. All there was left to see were the bodies. They were everywhere! Just left in the spots where they were killed. The tape came to an end. John had to back away and process at what he just saw.

"I remember hearing every moment of it." Said Poppy in a tone that made it clear she was vividly remembering that horrible day. "It went on so long... So agonizingly long."

John continued to remain silent as heard Poppy recount it all. Remembering their cries, begging for God to save them, pleading to see their families. Poppy referring it as nothing but senseless slaughter that didn't fix anything. No one was spared and when it was all done. The bodies were dragged to the deepest part of the factory... and were then feasted upon by the toys.

Just then a door opens up and stepping through it is Kissy Missy and to John's joy she's holding DogDay in her left arm. When spotting the human, he waves at him. "Hey there Angel! I'm glad to see you're still alive. CatNap? ...is he...?"

"Dead." Is all John said. DogDay looks toward the ground in a thinking manner till saying. "I know I said I was the last of the Smiling Critters back at the Playplace. But I was referring to the fact me and the others didn't follow CatNap's belief in The Prototype. But with CatNap now dead... I'm truly the last."

Suddenly DogDay broke down into tears. Actual tears were falling from his eyes. "I... I wish the others were here! I wish they were still alive to see this day! Finally free from all the torment, all the suffering, all the misery! I wish... they got to meet you, Angel."

Kissy turned the Smiling Critter around and gently pressed his face against her pink fur. She then with her free hand started rubbing the back of his head. She knew hugging was Huggy's specialty. But she also knew kisses would not be the appropriate action to reassure DogDay.

John, feeling so sorry for his new friend, walks over to him. Knowing what the human wanted to do. Kissy crouches down to allow John to put his hand on DogDay's back and mimic Kissy's soothing gesture.

After a minute DogDay was able to calm down. He dried his pitch-black eyes with his hand and said. "Thank you, all of you, for saving me and keeping me safe."

"John here deserves all the thanks. It was he who made the choice to save you. Which is why I keep saying he... you John. Are perfect for this quest to finally put an end to The Prototype." Kissy hands DogDay to John who gladly took him and had him in the same position when they were escaping the Playplace.

He looked over his shoulder and smiled at him and despite the Smiling Critter was always smiling. John could tell DogDay was giving him a genuine smile in return.

Kissy took hold of Poppy and placed her on the elevator platform with John and DogDay following suit. "Are you ready for this DogDay?" John asked the Bigger Body.

Nodding his head. "I am. It's time to end that monster once and for all. Avenge my friends and those who were slaughtered during The Hour of Joy. So, they can finally be put to rest." The elevator slowly made its way down the shaft towards the home of The Prototype. John wasn't sure what he was going up against.

He only over saw the hand of The Prototype and only heard it was intelligent. But judging how Mommy Long Legs feared about being a part of him and CatNap's brief moment of fear at seeing the hand. The Prototype is leagues above Huggy, Mommy, and CatNap. But at least he wasn't alone in this. 'We'll make it. I believe in that.' He confidently thought in his head.

[mxomo]

eating at home ♡ ︎miya atsumu

How Netflix & Chill goes when Atsumu feels like showing off. c/w: dick sucking, mild exhibitionism a/n: i reread hq final arc and this came out. i’m not sorry. i’m not.

He’s finally fallen into a routine with you now that the season has started and your projects have steadied, so you were both super busy still but your schedules lined up more which meant you got to spend more time together

Unfortunately that time was usually after a long day of work, so your default date night became splitting collection responsibilities for food/drink and then meeting on the sofa nest after a quick shower and decanting food on plates for either movie or game night

The process of picking something to watch included bickering about scrolling through the watchlist every single time before you eventually settle on the first thing you both considered when the food is all done

You thought it was pretty funny after a few of these date nights how you’d spot a third limb in his trousers every time you hit ‘play’ on whatever you’d decided on for the evening

“I hope you’re still hungry,” Atsumu says almost every time, waggling his eyebrows suggestively (/comically) as he boldly pulls down his sweats enough to expose his jewels to you (who said romance is dead?). Sometimes he will take the base of his cock and wiggle it at you as part of his seduction, winking salaciously to top off his attack which served as a great excuse to touch himself when he was extra horny.

“You’re an idiot,” you say dryly in return, rolling your eyes at his pouting but shuffling down to settle your head comfortably in his lap as he beams at you. His cock swells when he spots you licking your lips, focused on him entirely as warmth blooms between your legs.

One such date night was interrupted by a consistent buzzing from the setter’s phone, every five minutes like clockwork until he finally checked his messages, frowning as he held your head in place as his mood would only worsen if you were interrupted in your delicious suckling.

Sakusa demanding that Atsumu make his presence known at the bar the team had been dragged to by the sunshine duo (Bokuto & Hinata) - how dare you ditch without telling me and leave me in the presence of these sunshine psychopaths?

Atsumu tutted, staring down at you as he considered his options.

On one hand, he always enjoyed being out with the team, even if his social batteries were dead afterwards. It’d been a while since they’d been out and there had been talks of other teams showing up, so it would’ve been a fantastic evening. Bokuto and Hinata never failed make a good time for everyone. Sakusa would provide endless entertainment in his discomfort and likely pay for Atsumu’s last drink and ride home with him if he did show his face.

On the other hand, your cheeks were flushed pink and your mouth sloppy as you feasted on his  cock like a starved woman. Your hands cradling his balls as your tongue spun circles around the tip, the sight of his member disappearing into your mouth and your skillful massage of the base with your tongue as your throat contracted around him. The hard ring of muscle into your throat made his breath catch with every bob of your head. Throwing his  head back, Atsumu groaned ecstatically at the sensations and his circumstances, tangling his hands in your hair in a desperate attempt to keep himself from coming undone right there.

“Baby, hold still,” he breathed, quickly positioning his phone camera to capture the captivating sight of his cock buried in your throat, your hair hiding your face from being too recognisable but clearly capturing your tongue pressed hotly against his balls. Snapping a couple of photos, he switched to video and hit ‘record’ just as your need to breathe started taking over. Pulling your head back, Atsumu caught the moment his cock popped out of your mouth, slapping you in the cheek before you manoeuvred to catch him again in your next breath, never one to let him escape for too long, smiling slightly when you succeeded.

You settled into position, sucking straight in as you hummed at him, somewhat inquisitive about who was so interested in speaking to him that evening. Atsumu hissed as his member seemed to get even hotter, pulsing in rhythm to every motion you made.

Atsumu’s breathing getting heavier didn’t escape your notice as he turned his attention fully back to the phone, finally stopping the recording. “Omi-kun is upset that - ah - that I didn’t meet them, s-so I’m going to show him what I’m doing instead, okay? Jesus fuck, baby.. yes, just like that..”

Frowning at him, you shifted to sit up but was stopped by his hand holding the back of your neck, gently but firmly keeping you in place. “It’s nothing  he’s not seen before, and you look so pretty.. you didn’t mind last  time, did you? It’s just Omi-kun.” His hands started working the muscles  in your neck - shockingly soothing when you remembered how long he’d  been fucking your face for - before working his way down your back, digging his fingers into your sweet spots as he worked his way over the curve of your backside. His much longer arms had no issue reaching the apex of your legs, slipping two fingers into you as you spasmed in  response to the unexpected intrusion, the blush on your cheeks deepening  rapidly as you tried to moan around the obstruction in your mouth.

“So, I’m just gonna ask again. I’m gonna show Omi-kun proof that my evening is much better and that I’d be a madman to join him. You good with that, baby?”

You wanted to shake your head ‘no’, because how humiliating for his teammate to see you gagging for his cock. It was bad enough the last time Kiyoomi walked in on Atsumu fucking you stupid - you had barely registered when the door opened in your direct line of sight and you made eye contact with the spiker from your incredibly exposed seated reverse cowgirl position. You didn’t miss his eyes zeroing in on where Atsumu was thrusting diligently into you, unaware of your new guest (?), the slapping of your bodies connecting drowing out the small creak of the dormitory door. Your cunny registered his presence before your brain did, and you clenched hard.

Your  thoughts were still trying to catch up to your brain and Kiyoomi was still frozen at the doorway when Atsumu pinched your clit and you lost your fucking mind. With a squeal, you broke eye contact with Kiyoomi as your pussy gushed juices harder than you ever had before, missing Sakusa by inches as he snapped back to reality and slammed the door shut with a curse. Atsumu had laughed for nearly ten minutes when you’d told him that Omi-kun had caught you both, a gleam in his eye as you hid your face in his chest and tried to ignore the tingle of him continuing to move in you, slowly. “So you came so hard because someone else was  looking at you?” Atsumu teased, pinching your nipple when you shook your  head desperately ‘no’. “Liar. You loved it.” Your boyfriend hadn’t let you live it down since.

Including now. “Oh,  your pussy fluttered. I think your pussy would like me to show Omi-kun how pretty you look when you enjoy your dinner. What do you think?”  Atsumu teased, twirling his fingers and massaging your g-spot expertly.

“Mmm,”  you eventually nodded weakly, unable to form coherent words and closing  your eyes shyly as you tried to push down the feeling of humiliation at  your body betraying you. It was embarrassing, Kiyoomi seeing you like  that, so why was Atsumu showing you off making you tingle like this?

“Fantastic,” Atsumu grinned cheekily, chuckling as another admonishment from kiyoomi pinged on his phone, demanding a response.

Yes, Atsumu would be a total fucking idiot if he went out over spending the evening in with you.

One photo of your cheeks stuffed full with his balls, the short video he just took with the message “baby wanted to eat at home” was sent to Sakusa, which was read immediately

“You piece of shit” is the only further message he gets from his dear Omi-kun which  causes an odd tingle of joy to bubble in Atsumu’s chest

Atsumu ignores his phone for the rest of the evening in favour of piledriving you into utopia and Sakusa learns to never contact Atsumu on a date night unless his wank bank needs new material. (￣▽￣)

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[sirenjose]

Joseph Theories

(Sorry for the repost, but I wanted to write this up a bit more nicely, and add a few other ideas to it)

TLDR:

Main Story connection

Related to someone else like Mary Kreiburg for Mary

5th birthday portraits

The “hunter” mentioned by Alice?

Joseph wanting to bring back Claude parallels the Orpheus myth

Connections to Count Barriere?

1. Main Story connection

Both Joseph and Orpheus lived happy lives until, while still young, it was taken away due to a bloody tragedy that led to the death of someone(s) close to them, as well as the loss of their home (for a time at least).

They are destroyed by this loss and begin carrying out experiments due to their inability to move past their grief and sorrow, experiments whose intent seems to involve the tragedy or somehow changing the source of their grief.

For Joseph, this is his desire to bring Claude back as well as prevent people from dying.

For Orpheus, this may be to change his or Alice’s memories of the tragedy, maybe to forget, maybe to change a certain part of it, but we still aren’t completely sure what his end goal is.

Both Joseph and Orpheus have a large manor (with other workers) they invite people to for their experiments that end up going missing, which causes rumors to spread. Joseph’s deadly invitation is also very reminiscent of the invitations Orpheus sends out.

And then there’s the mention of the “darkroom in the basement” Joseph spends much of his time in, which could connect to the basement (which is very dark) we visit in Oletus Manor where Orpheus keeps his drugs.

Eventually, something happens that ends their experiments.

For Joseph, it was due to a mob attacking his manor, though they never find him as he has already disappeared.

For Orpheus, it was due to a fire starting during the final game, after which he loses all his memories.

Not to mention how both Joseph and Orpheus are driven by memories.

For Joseph, we see this very well with his 1st letter. All he can think about is Claude, his fear of forgetting, and his desire to keep people (including Joseph) from dying like Claude (“Someone must remember”).

Orpheus we know is haunted by the tragedy, and feels immense guilt for Alice’s parents’ deaths (we know from Bonbon's deduction 4 that he helped them to some degree by taking some "valuable items" cuz of their greed. We know from Alice’s letter to Orpheus in the 2nd anniversary pack that their deaths (and his desire to save Alice) is his driving force. We even know how important memory is to him considering 2 of his drugs involve making people forget or “reconstructing” memories.

Both had someone that attempted, but failed, to convince them to stop or to change their minds.

For Joseph, this was Elliot, who tried to talk to Joseph about “the meaning of life and time”, the things Joseph sought to escape from.

For Orpheus, this was Alice, who tried to get Orpheus to stop his experiments and to “please don’t blame yourself for father and mother’s death”. Both Elliot and Alice are ignored, with Elliot potentially trapped in Joseph’s “eternal kingdom” (camera world). Alice is potentially trapped in a similar way based on her letter to Orpheus in the 2nd anniversary package, where she tells him “I’ll find a way to escape from the prison that locks me in and find my only remaining family member in this world”.

Considering Yidhra’s connection to Darkwoods/The Forest of No Return, where the final game took place, not to mention Alice’s potential connection to Miss Nightingale, who has only ever appeared in Orpheus’ dreams (or in the Illusion Hall, which is likely still a dream), could mean Alice, as well as others that disappeared at the manor, at least the others that were involved in the final game, may be trapped in Yidhra’s dreamlands.

And speaking of Alice, it’s also interesting that both her and Joseph are the only ones who use cameras. Joseph traps people souls in photos when he takes a picture, while with Alice we see an apparition of young Orpheus when she takes a picture.

2. Related to someone else

Joseph and Mary’s stories (backstories/deductions) are closely connected.

Mary we know ended up being involved through Mary Kreiburg, who Frederick is tied to and thus why Alice imagined him as Mary.

With Joseph’s connections to the main story and Orpheus, as well as to Mary herself, it feels like there’s a good chance something similar will happen to him.

Meaning, we may not see literal Joseph as a character in the main story, but we will see someone likened to or similar to him that will be in the story. And considering Joseph is actually very old, it is possible whoever he ends up being tied to could be an older character.

3. 5th birthday portraits

Another theory is that the character portraits (furniture) we get from a character’s 5th birthday could’ve been taken by Joseph himself.

We know he had a wall of portraits in his manor with many “lifelike” people that the mob saw as the ran into his manor based on his backstory. We also know Joseph’s goal involved saving people from death or, in Claude’s case, bringing them back to life. By taking a photo, he can trap a soul in that photo, their body seemingly going missing, which may have been what he did to himself before the mob could reach him.

We also know that no one else, or any bodies, were ever found besides Orpheus after the final game. We know Orpheus wouldn’t have had time to make any bodies disappear during the final game, so at least those should’ve been somewhere, but they weren’t. And there were Burke, Bane, and Bonbon, who worked for Orpheus, who weren’t found either. So it seems possible something strange might’ve happened.

Though Orpheus should also get a portrait for his 5th birthday too, and we know he isn’t trapped in a photo in the present. Unless something happened as he was traveling to the manor, or while he was there.

And you’d think if there was a fire, that might’ve burned any portraits in the manor, though we can see in the present there’s still a lot in the manor that looks in fair condition, so that could imply the portraits would be fine too.

4. The “hunter” referenced by Alice in the 2nd anniversary package

In the 2nd anniversary package, Alice mentions potentially using “death” or “that ‘hunter’”. Joseph is a hunter who is connected to “death” as well as a way to avoid actually dying via his camera.

If he is connected to the main story and potentially appears in it at all like Mary did, maybe he could end up helping Alice somehow.

There are other options, including Yidhra who is connected to Darkwoods, as well as Fool's Gold and Hunter Melly, who were there in the final game with her, especially if Alice ends up working with Norton and Melly to deal with Orpheus, but Joseph could make sense too.

5. Joseph parallels the Orpheus myth

It’s interesting how Joseph's desire to bring Claude back parallels Orpheus in the original Greek myth and his desire to bring Eurydice back from the dead by leading her out of the underworld.

For Joseph, instead of the underworld, he’s using his “eternal kingdom”/camera world experiments to try to bring Claude back. Orpheus fails when he turns around to look at her, causing him to lose Eurydice forever. Joseph we know via his 4th letter that he hasn’t been completely successful. Orpheus we know was “looking back” because he feared he was (depending on the version you read), either afraid he was being tricked, that she wasn’t following him, or was so elated at being able to see her again that he couldn’t resist looking back. Joseph we know is messing with life/time trying to stop death, not to mention Joseph doesn’t want to move forward, either with his life, in time, or away from his memories of Claude.

6. Joseph’s manor = Oletus Manor?

This is a simple theory. What if the manor Joseph lived in, during his deductions, the one he carried his experiments out in, was Oletus Manor?

We know from the original backstory for Oletus manor that it was already infamous and had gained a not great reputation even before the DeRoss couple bought it.

What if that infamy came from Joseph?

Joseph had rumors spread about him and his manor due to his experiments that caused people to disappear, and the rumors he was able to trap souls in photos.

Rumors that panicked people enough to cause them to try to attack him and his manor.

In his last deduction, after Joseph’s disappearance, they even say “Workers and maids claim that the mansion was cursed by the missing old man”. This could also explain other details in Oletus Manor’s backstory, that mention it having no neighbors, and why it might have been in bad enough condition to require the DeRoss couple to renovate.

In Burke’s backstory, the manor was described as “desolate” and “run down”. After people called Joseph’s manor cursed, that could explain why all of the neighbors fled/left, and if they went as a mob to his manor, especially if they thought it cursed after he vanished, they could’ve been behind the manor’s bad state when the DeRoss couple bought it.

(And there's the parallel how the DeRoss couple died due to what's described as a "mob", like Joseph's, in Burke's deductions)

7. Connections to Count Barriere?

His ties to Count Barriere are similar to his connections to Orpheus. There’s both him and Joseph being counts, Barriere being a name of French origin and Joseph himself being French, Barriere’s ties to Oletus Manor (he owns the land it's on) while Joseph owns a manor too (which could be Oletus), Barriere being an old, wealthy family while Joseph himself is from a noble family, not to mention DM and the Melodis family in Truth & Inference is stated to also be an “old, wealthy family”, and a number of other things.

That as well as Barriere seems to be even more a mystery than Orpheus, and there’s a chance there’s someone manipulating even Orpheus. With how Barriere seems to appear almost anywhere, and is tied to even Dennis of all people as well as the manor, there’s a good chance could be someone behind even Orpheus. Similar to how DM seems to be behind everything in T&I.

(And with Joseph in reality being an old man, and with how old Count Barriere likely is, their ages would potentially fit/be similar enough for it to work.)

We unfortunately don’t know much about Count Barriere, much less his motivations or goals, besides him letting Lily get the money to an IOU and him being tied to Dennis DeRoss and the Mediterranean to some degree. So unfortunately, we can’t compare him to Joseph in this way. Though it’s possible something later could be revealed that’d either increase the parallels between him and Joseph, or do the opposite to separate them.

(This is all I have at the moment. Let me know if I missed anything or if you have any other theories!)

[murder-and-maryjane]

Did You Know🤔

The Suzano massacre, also known as the Suzano school massacre, was a school shooting and a failed bombing, that took place on March 13, 2019, at the Professor Raul Brasil State School in the Brazilian municipality of Suzano, São Paulo State, The perpetrators, 17-year-old Guilherme Taucci Monteiro and 25-year-old Luiz Henrique de Castro, murdered five students and two school staff members, Before the attack in a car shop near the school, the pair also killed Monteiro's uncle. After killing most of their victims in the school, Monteiro killed his partner and then committed suicide. Eleven additional people were injured by gunshots, and gunfire was also exchanged with the police. Some were injured while trying to escape. The attack was the second major and second deadliest school shooting in Brazil, after the Realengo massacre in 2011. It is also the ninth fatal school shooting in Brazilian history. The shooting has inspired many copycat killings in and outside of Brazil.

Earlier in the day, at around 9 a.m. local time, the gunmen shot three times and killed Monteiro's uncle, the shopkeeper Jorge Antônio Moraes, in a nearby car shop. The man was taken to the hospital but succumbed to his injuries, dying hours later. According to the investigation, Castro was planning on killing a neighbor of his that was an electrician because they had had a misunderstanding months before. They had a pact, in which each one would kill someone before the school massacre. An hour and half before the school attack, Castro went to his neighbor's house. Finding the gate closed, he persistently called him out, but the man did not answer, and so Luiz went away. In the same day, one of the killers posted a series of photos in a social media platform, where he appeared with a skull mask, holding the firearm he would later use and doing a gun sign with his hand against his head. The two attackers then drove to the school in a white Chevrolet Onix that Castro had legally rented at Localiza. The crime occurred at around 9:40 a.m. local time on a Wednesday, March 13, 2019, in the Professor Rual Brasil State School, in Suzano, Greater São Paulo. Guilherme Taucci Monteiro, 17 years old, and Luiz Henrique de Castro, 25 years old, entered the building hooded, with combat boots and balaclavas with skulls. Monteiro entered the building first. He then turned around and began shooting at two school staff members as well as several students at a distance of approximately 3 feet (0.91 m) in front of him, before entering the main patio in search of more potential victims. He disappeared from camera and then moved on to the institution's linguistics center. By this time, Castro appeared on camera entering the building in a hurry while holding several weapons, including a bow which he eventually left on the floor. He approached the corpses lying on the ground and struck them with a hatchet. Fleeing students started to run from the patio towards the school entrance hall. On the way, they encountered Castro, who was still in the entrance hall. Other students who had hidden themselves when they first heard gunshots were able to avoid being shot. Five students between 15 and 17 years old and two school staff members were killed. According to the 2017 School Census, the institution had 358 students between 6th and 9th grade (middle school and freshman year) and 693 students in secondary school. The school was locked down by police, who searched it and found a caliber 38 revolver, speedloaders, a crossbow, a traditional bow and arrow, possible Molotov cocktails, a hatchet and a wired bag. A bomb squad was dispatched to the scene and found that it was a fake explosive.

[morbidology]

On the 2nd of March, 2010, Russell Bohling, 18, left him home in Bempton, East Riding of Yorkshire, England. He planned on driving to Bishop Burton College in Beverley where he was studying bricklaying. It’s not known if Russell ever made it to college or not that day but after leaving his home, he vanished. Russell’s car was discovered around 45 miles away at Bempton Cliffs, a popular suicide spot. Inside the car was a parking ticket that had been purchased at 11:30AM on the day he disappeared.

Humberside Police were widely criticised for their efforts to search for Russell. During the initial search, The Humberside Fire and Rescue Service used heat sensitive cameras to search the RAF bunker beside Bempton Cliffs which would be completely ineffective if Russell was deceased. Moreover, it would take police another three months until they started to interview potential witnesses. “We accuse Humberside Police of failing our son and betraying the trust of the family and the public,” said Russell’s father, Roger. Humberside Police were quick to determine that Russell had most likely committed suicide.

Russel’s family have long. believed that something much more sinister happened and that finding his body is the only way to end their heartache. They are adamant that Russell would not have committed suicide and that he was not unhappy whatsoever. Roger, said he believes that somebody convinced Russell to skip class and instead drive to Bempton Cliffs and that Russell couldn’t have planned the diversion from college as he didn’t know his father was going to let him take the car until minutes before he left the family home. Roger also said that the car must have been filled up with patrol along that way but that Russell’s debit card had not been used and he had very little cash on him.

As for the motivation, Roger believes that Russell was killed in a botched abduction after telling somebody that he was scheduled to give £300,000 from his father to set up his own business. “We have never received a ransom note and I admit it’s pure speculation. But Russell had had asthma and if there was an attempt to restrain him, it could have brought on an attack and it may have gone horribly wrong,” said Roger. Something else the family have also considered is that there was an occult element to the abduction. Russell stated that he researched RAF Bempton and discovered that it was used by a witches coven.

To this day, Russell Bohling still remains missing.

[moon1forever]

Wild Knuckles x Laxim

Request: Sassypassy

Title: When we met

Also they met when they were in their 20’s

Laxim, or also known as the Shadow Lady. A criminal mastermind.

Also thought working with people is a joke. They slow you down. So she worked alone.

She now stands outside a building. Wearing her black suit. Short and frizzy hair into a small ponytail. And wears her black mask.

“ Time to get that diamond “ She said grabbing her grappling hook. She aims to the top of the building and makes a perfect shot.

When she lands on the roof she walks over to the vent. “ Let’s see who’s inside “ She says grabbing a mini camera and slowing dropping it down into the room with the diamond.

“ Hm? Wow, I forget todays a holiday. No one’s here. Well besides those cameras. “ She states, grabbing a tablet from her bag. “ Let’s see. “

She taps her tablet more then 3 times and soon all the cameras shut off. “ Perfect, Shadow Lady never fails “ She continues, gloating about herself.

She breaks the vent with her boot and jumps throw. She enters the room with the diamond. “ Hello their beautiful “ She says, going in for the grab.

Before she gets the chance, it disappears. “ Thanks for doing the work for me lady! “ a young Wild says, running with the diamond. “ What- HEY! “ She runs after him.

She runs after him throw the entire building. “ I did all the work! That’s mine! “ She says, swiping her metal claws at him. “ Geez Kitty! Calm down! I just think I should take it. I am the better Villain “ He says.

Laxim ignores his explanation but instead listens to his name for her……Kitty. “ KITTY!!!! HOW DARE YOU “ She yells. She then tackles him and starts trying to hit.

They fight for a good 15 minutes. That was until the door slams open. “ AVL PUT YOUR HANDS UP!! “ A man shouts, pointing their guns at them both. They both put their hands up and freeze.

They arrive at the cell their going to stay in. “ Your gonna be here for a long time “ The man says, locking the door. “ This is all your fault “ Laxim says. “ My fault?! You attacked me!!! “ Wild says, pointing at her.

“ Well maybe if you didn’t steal MY diamond we wouldn’t be in this mess “ She shouts, moving Wild’s finger out of the way. He doesn’t say anything and looks away.

Her eyes softened for a moment before turning away. “ Look, I know we just met but we need to get out of here. Truce? “ She says, putting her hand out. He stares at her before taking her hand.

“ Truce “. They shake hands before standing. “ Let’s get out of here “ They both say, they stare at each other. “ Heyyy that my line! “ They say. They stare again before laughing. “ I think I have a idea “ Laxim says.

They talk for a hour.

“ Hey guard!!! “ Wild yells. The guard walks over to them. “ What? “ He asks. “ My friend!! She isn’t breathing “ Wild yells, pointing to Laxim who’s on the floor. The guards eyes widen before opening the door. He runs over to the Laxim and starts checking their pulse.

“ Hello sunshine “ She says. She then head-buts him. The guard falls passed out while Wild and Laxim walk out the cell. “ Owwwww! “ Laxim says, rubbing her head.

“ Come on, let’s get that diamond! “ Wild says, taking Laxim’s hand. She nods and runs with him.

They arrive at a huge vault door. Laxim breaks the door down her lipstick laser. “ Hehe “ She says, putting it away. He stares at her with fear. “ Remind me to never touch your makeup “.

They enter the vault and looking around the room. Their surrounded by hundreds. No. MILLIONS of money. Laxim grabs hand fills of money and puts it into her pocket, as does Wild. They run around the room grabbing all they can.

“ Hey dude! I found the diamond! “ She yell, holding it in her hands. He runs to her and looks at it. “ Soooo who’s gonna take it? “ He says. She stares at him and at the diamond. “ No one “ She says.

Laxim places the diamond back on the ground and walks away. Wild wants to grab it but find it unfair that he will have it even tho she trusts him not to take it. He leaves it alone and walks with Laxim.

They walk out their building through the roof. “ That was fun. “ Laxim says. Wild nods before stretching. “ Before we separate. What’s your name? I’m Wild Knuckles, the next world super Villain! “ He says, putting his hand on his hips.

“ Yea……sure. I’m the Shadow Lady. But you can call me Laxim “ She says putting her hand out. He takes it and they shake hands. “ Well I’ll see you around! “ She says turning around. “ Does this mean we’re working together or? “ He asks.

She turns and stares at him. She then smiles. “ Yeah! I guess we are! “ She says waving. He waves back before leaving.

“ Hm. I guess people don’t slow you down “ She says, looking toward the stars.

Finally done! This was fun to make! 😊

[ganurath]

It started off innocently enough, with magic tricks performed on the street corner with a cheap LARPer costume of an actual wizard. The billowing sleeves were useful for concealing items, and the robe's interior was festooned with pockets. Add in some sleight of hand skills, and even getting out the props was a spectacle.

Needless to say, a mob tough looking for a fresh source of collection money put an end to that gig.

Just... not the way anyone present had expected.

He and his buddies had been all smiles when they'd strolled up and just grabbed the cash that had accumulated over the course of two hours in the autumn chill. They returned without their smiles once they'd noticed that all of their wallets had "magically" disappeared. Accusations were made, tempers rose - admittedly on both sides of the conversation - and eventually things got to the point where the mobsters were threatened with a "baleful curse."

The lead tough got a laugh out of that. Probably realized it was a massive bluff. To be fair, nobody expected a truck to swerve toward the curb in an effort to avoid a drunk driver, or that a bale of hay would fall of the truck where all his friends had been a moment before.

Two hours earnings were exchanged for a single wallet, and both survivors walked away hoping that that would be the end of it. Alas, the surviving tough was incredulous, and so tracked down the street wizard to put a challenge to him. If he wanted to make a hundred times the cash he earned that night, wallets included, he'd need to inflict a similarly audacious death on an aspiring businessman who'd been making advances on his daughter. The mob boss wanted to make an example that would inspire the sort of fear that made one question reality.

After doing a bit of research and seeing how heavily invested his prospective target had been in crypto, it seemed like there might be a future in being a magical assassin. With the initial funds, supplies were acquired, suited to making cheap explosives. Some prank items and a costume, too, as people were still alert to the wizard outfit.

The concept was simple. Out of costume, slip a small explosive onto the target in passing. Coin-shaped, so as to fit into a pocket in the front of his pants without feeling out of place. Then, dressed as a mime, take position along the target's known route. Remote detonators in the heels of the shoe, and time delay...

The hardest part was staying in character when the invisible wall failed to block the splatter.

Every job, a new costume, and a new spectacle. A rival mob's leadership wiped out by a stripper club DJ shooting lasers at them. A witness who'd seen too much was the only casualty when a monster clown attacked a gender reveal party and dissolved his face in the mystery cake (the baby was a girl who would grow up to narrate a true crime drama.) A police officer who refused to be bought lost his head to a cavalier with a Jack O'Lantern for a head on Halloween night.

That last one was a problem, though, as the police tended to investigate the death of their own more thoroughly than most. They got warrants for security cameras watching the streets, got a face, and eventually got an address.

They did not appreciate how paranoid and eccentric their intended target of arrest was. Not even their fellow law enforcement agents would believe, even when faced with the medical reports on the injuries received, that the assassin had summoned a swarm of angry wasps with nothing but a bowl of water. They definitely didn't believe claims that their target had moonwalked unharmed through the swarm in nothing but crocks, a neon green speedo, and a t-shirt bearing a picture of Billy Joel standing before a raging inferno.

In truth, the reports were slightly in error. There'd also been a pair of neon green fanny packs, with one package over each cheek, stuffed with as much cash as possible.

The results of the failed arrest were threefold. First, the city's police and politicians worked together to introduce the most robust body cam program in the country. Second, the local news report on the odd attacks spread across the internet like wildfire, causing the magical assassin to gain the attention of a variety of new clients. Third, local wasps became generally irate after losing what had been until that point a steady supply of sugar water.

You are an assassin with a reputation for pulling of very public hits without being noticed. You achieve this not by being extremely stealthy, but by making sure that your kills are so absurd and ridiculous that no one would ever believe the witnesses if they told their stories.

[emyluwinter]

Salt

During the "Ghost Bride" event"

Yuu looking at all the failed attempts of the guys and how the wedding time is approaching.

Yuu looks at the time - That is...you mean...that I have again will take away the hostel?!

Yuu pulls out a purse going to Sam's shop - Well, no!

***

Eliza - oh so you're a photographer?!

Yuu holding the camera - Yes. can I ask you to stand together to take a group photo? Without a groom, so to speak, close brides.

- Oh, of course!!It's so exciting!!

Yuu takes out the bag and makes a small hole in the hole and starts making a circle around the ghosts

- Huh?What are you doing?

- Special effect. ..It's called "Salt". If I've learned anything from TV shows, then it will work here for sure.

Idia is in shock - Did they really decide to use it?!?

The rest of the "hostages" - Are you crazy?!?

The ghosts are trying to " fly " out of the circle but run into an invisible barrier.

- What?!What's happening??We can't get out!!

- Let us out!!!

Yuu pulls out a gun made of iron - I told you I'm not going to tolerate the fact that my dorm, which cost titanic efforts to bring to a tolerable state for life, will be so cheekily taken away. So. My terms are, we get out of my dorm. And don't bring the seven you made a mess there...

One of the "guards" in the corridor notices the situation and pounces on Yuu.

Yuu shoots the ghost's head at point-blank range without even turning around. The ghost falls and disappears.

- I've got enough ammo. Salt, too. I'll give you 5 minutes to think.

Deuce is wildly delighted - Prefect is so cool!!

Vil, Leona and Azul - Where the hell did you get a gun from?!?

Someone from the ghosts - This is cruel and inhumane!!

Yuu grabs a chair and sits down elegantly. - It is cruel to condemn a living person to death without even listening to him. And arrange a marriage without consent. It is cruel to attack poor students who have nothing to do with your death. It's cruel to kick students out of their dorms for the sake of ghosts. It's cruel to use magic on students who just wanted to resolve the situation .They did not use any violence. You are going to kill Idia for the sake of the princess ' whim. Where is the guarantee that you will not go further and kill each of us? Until she calms down, or does she go crazy and kill everyone indefinitely?

Idia is in a quiet ecstasy, almost crying - I will finally be saved....Come on, prefect!!kick their asses!!

Leona grinned - and the herbivore turns out to be able to show his teeth.

Azul nervously chuckled - Yes........................ I still got off lightly that time...

[lunaekalenda]

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Hello everyone!! This is a special collab post brought to you by ‘cookiefics’ and ‘levisgirll’ and we decided to work together and write up a post which is y/n pranking their aot boyfriends!

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Synopsis: Y/N decided to prank the boys in attack on titan by saying they don’t want to ‘sleep with them tonight’. Some will get annoyed, sad, might tease you back or try to get your attention! And to make it up, Y/N ends the prank by saying the 3 words they long wanted to hear! So pick or check out which character you like the most and enjoy <3 We promise this will be good, it is filled with love, fluff, entertainment and a little bit angst.

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eren:

Eren didn’t expect that to come out of your mouth so smoothly as it did.

“Today I prefer to sleep alone.” he raised a brow, a silent ask in his eyes while he took off his shirt, getting ready for bed. He looks at you once again, seeing how you’re not in bed, just sitting there, looking at him.

“Are you serious?” he asks. You nod quietly. You can see how his lip pouts a little, his nose being extremely cute while he does it.

You want to laugh so bad, his confused green eyes looking quietly around, as if he was searching a camera or something.

“Where am I supposed to sleep then, honey?” he asks, without even asking again if he has to sleep far from you.

“I don’t know… On the sofa?” you ask. He sighs. He looks once more to you, making sure you want that.

“‘M going then, good night, honey.” he says, the pout still on his mouth.

“Night, Eren.”

That definitely made him turn around and face you. 

“Okay. No good, just night, followed by Eren as if i did something. What did I do this time?” he asks. His precious eyes are still on yours, and you shake your head.

“You did nothing.” you say. His brain starts to work at 100% capacity. Maybe the problem is that he didn’t make anything.

He looked quick to the clock. It isn’t your birthday, your anniversary or any other special date.

He kissed you this morning before and after leaving home. He called you during your work rest. He cooked dinner and spent some time with you on the couch.

What the hell are you saying then? You want to sleep alone for what reason?

He doesn’t want to pressure you, though. He knows maybe you have your reasons to avoid him today and he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

He takes then his pillow and walks towards the couch, taking a blanket on his way. He murmurs to himself and you can hear him, trying to cover your laugh.

Minutes later, you walk silently to the couch. Eren is almost ready for his sleep, his hair tangled on a low bun and his pillow on the couch.

“Honey, what are you doing here?” he asks. You laugh quietly.

“It was a joke.” Eren’s green eyes are now open with surprise, before a brow raises quietly.

“Oh, so it was a joke.” he says, getting up slowly. “How funny.”

He was supposed to laugh, but he looks at you instead, with a serious expression. “Search where to hide cause I’m not going to be merciful with you.”

You run towards your bedroom, laughing, and you can hear his steps behind you. You jump into your shared bed, seeing how he closes the door behind him.

You move until your back is against the headboard. You keep laughing.

“Eren!” you say, and he takes off his bun. Then, casually, he takes the hair tie between his teeth, a smirk starting to appear on his lips.

He crawls to the bed, his arms all tensed, the muscles on his back marked by the strength he’s using to lift his body.

He gets closer to you, the hair tie still between his lips. This isn’t funny anymore. You want that damn hair tie to disappear from his mouth. You want to be the thing Eren is casually kissing.

He sits in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours.

With patience, he ties his hair in a bun, your eyes following his fingers, how they pass the hair between the hair tie parts. His eyes are still locked on yours. Once he’s finished, he gets closer.

“That joke of yours annoyed me. Now, deal with it, hm?” he whispers.

That was almost a direct attack. You feel your legs weak against his husky voice. He smirks, getting closer to you.

Closed door, hair in a tight bun, no shirt and just a little lamp as a source of light made you think of how the night will end, making you smile for yourself while he keeps being closer. Your lips are almost on his, but he takes his head away, smiling.

“If you think I tied up my hair and closed the door to do disrespectful things with you, you’re so wrong, honey” he says. You’re totally shocked and Eren laughs.

“What was that, Jaeger?” you ask, surprised because of the change of his mood. He enters the bed between laughs.

“Revenge, honey.”

You pout while he gets comfortable on the bed.

“Now you should kiss me.” you say. You’re angry at him now. Is he leaving you like that? Like the mess he made out of you?

“I want to sleep. Good night, y/n”

reiner:

“Reiner…” You call him. He looks at you, his sweet smile only directed at you. That makes your heart flutter, and also makes you feel kinda cruel.

“Yes, my love?”

“Today I want to sleep alone.” All the joy and calm in his eyes starts to disappear, his head getting full of thoughts.

“Why?” he asks simply. “Please, my love, don’t sleep away from me…” His head got invaded.

Why? Did I mess it up? Does they want to leave me? Did I fail again?

You can see how the prank started to make his head overthink, so you approach him quickly.

Your hands take his t-shirt, pulling him to you. He has a sad expression.

“Sorry, Rein. It was just a TikTok prank and I didn’t know it would affect you so much. I’m so sorry.” You were almost in tears. Reiner sighs.

“Please, don’t do that again.” he asks softly. “I got scared. I thought I made something wrong.” he says. That breaks your heart a little more. You start to cry against his shirt. “Hey, love. Don’t cry. It was just a joke.” he says.

He turns around and takes your face in his hands. You feel how he wipes out some tears, smiling a little for you. “But please, never scare me like that.”

“I’m sorry.” you say again. He takes your face closer and kisses your forehead sweetly.

“But you do still love me, right?” That question makes you shed a couple tears.

“I love you, Rein. I do, please don’t forget it.”

He smiles a little more. “I also love you a lot.” he says. He takes his lips again to your face, this time, your nose. “But you really scared me.”

“I’ll never do it again.” you say. He looks at you.

“Then.. Can I sleep here?” he asks. You both laugh a little.

Once you two are accommodated, with you between Reiner’s arms, feeling his soft breath on your hair and his legs tangled with yours, you feel safe.

“Rein.” you whisper. He hums. “If I ever hurt you, please tell me. Even if it is just a little thing.” He takes you closer. “I don’t want to hurt you.” you say. Your lips leave a kiss on his chest, near to where his heart is beating. You feel his hands hugging your body stronger.

“Okay. But the same goes for you. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re the most precious person I have.” he says. His hands go up and down your spine.

“You’re also the most important person to me. I really love you. I fell in love with you and I wouldn’t doubt doing it again.” you say. You feel how his mouth moves against your head. “Rein?”

Afraid of finding him crying, you look at him. The moonlight that enters is enough to see your boyfriend’s smile.

“That’s… That’s so sweet. You make me so happy…” his  eyes are now shining. You are grateful for seeing that shining again. He caresses your cheek again, and you rest your head on the pillow, letting your faces meet.

“Rein.”

“Hm?” he says, fixed on your eyes and the way his thumb draws on your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

He smiles widely, even more than before. He gets closer to you.

“Until my lips hurt, please.”

[bookedrevenge]

The wildlife cameras he's placed around various popular trails in the woods haven't yielded much in the way of results and Book was starting to think that maybe he was wasting his time. He had footage of deer, rabbits, squirrels, granola-crunching coeds, plenty of normal things that didn't make him blink, but nothing of the monsters that he knows are lurking just under the surface.

He reviews each day's footage at double speed when he can't sleep, an inefficient method but it's what he feels capable of doing. The Fellowship does good work, but they're new, without the resources of the longstanding Brotherhood. He makes do with the technology he has access to through his day job, but it's a disadvantage that annoys him. Always a step behind, a moment too late.

Book glances up from reloading his spare magazines and catches a glimpse of two figures treading down the path as the sun is setting. He makes a frustrated noise behind his teeth but files the detail away mentally, expecting to see them turn back later in the recording. But he quickly slams his hand down on the laptop as he catches sight of a single bloodied figure stumbling down the path. The image is in black and white, grainy as all hell and Book curses as he starts grabbing supplies and shoving them into a bag. The timestamp says that whatever transpired happened at least four hours ago, and he wonders if he's just chasing another dead end.

The drive takes him under twenty minutes, given the roads are near empty at this early hour. The sun is just beginning to cast shadows on the ground and Book hustles as he starts heading into the woods. If there was a vampire out here, it'd need to get gone before the sun finished its business. If there was something else, then Book had the equipment necessary to deal with it. He was hoping for a fight, not a dead body to have to call in to the authorities.

His steps are careful as he walks through the trees, staying off the main trail so he doesn't disturb any markings. It's like searching for a needle in a haystack, but he sees it as his duty. He's failed too many people in the past.

He hears the cock of the gun a millisecond before the shot, and he grunts as a bullet hits him directly in center mass. A perfect shot if he hadn't been wearing kevlar. The wind gets knocked out of him, but Book has been training long before he became a hunter. Instinct pulls him up and he's charging through the foliage toward his attacker. He collides with another body, not the solid weight of a vampire or werewolf, which he should have expected considering they don't use guns.

Book's first priority is disarming the person, and he pins their arm down roughly against the dirt. "Calm the fuck down, I ain't gonna hurt you!" he barks out, despite his actions saying otherwise. Once he feels like the gun is appropriately dealt with, he looks down at the person under him and he loses his breath for the second time in as many minutes.

She's undoubtedly older, with life having made its marks on her, but her eyes are the same. Damn near identical to her mother's and Book lets out a strangled sound as his grip tightens reflexively on her wrist, as though she might disappear from his arms.

"Ani?"

closed  — @bookedrevenge

Crimson red seeped into her shirt — dripping onto the velour of her boots. Anger and vexation barely out of her system. An after-effect still lingering under her skin, along her veins, like something she needed to scratch.

He was unconcious — for now. The fucker who bit Rose. His features still fresh in her mind. She'd recognise him anywhere. She'd make sure to pull out his fangs one by one, and rip him — part by part. Make a mess of him — scatter him around, for anyone to find a piece, a souvenir. A tongue here, a limb there.

A satisfying smirk almost crossed her features, at the thought alone, yet soon enough her mind swirled back to the blonde she left behind — anger beginning to seep through those itchy veins again. Not left — but escorted to a safer place, (dagger and verbana offered) where her companion reassured her she would be safe; the ground enough of a no man's land for her to call on someone. Because Anika was nobody's savior, and nobody's friend — taking care of anyone was no longer part of her nature. She'd long forgotten how to nurture and care, for anyone other than herself.

At the crack of dawn, she was off.

The woods were still dark — the sun had yet to reach through those thick trees. Anika considered discarting of her bloody clothes, predators were still out there sniffing out their next pray, yet she didn't bring anything else besides her gun and some acrylics.

A shadow moving caught in her peripheral.

It was just her luck, wasn't it? The woman everyone considered so damn lucky, had finally had enough. Ran out of the damn thing. Have at me, then. See if I give a fuck.

A gun pulled, and cocked, and — fired.

[itskoolest]

mandela catalogue story thoughts

alright time for more rambles, im gonna explain my understanding of and best guesses about tmc, if anyone sees this who things i got anything wrong or who knows more, please tell i wanna know. so in 1981, the first reports of alternate encounters begin, and the first basic understanding is formed about alternates, with the first warnings broadcast. a couple years before this, a young mark heathcliff is made his "scary night" story, around the intruder, which may have been the first ever report or sighting of an alternate in any form/capacity. then, in (as far as i can tell) a seperate incident, in september 1992, cesar's mum was attacked by an alternate, and so cesar takes her to the hospital and asks mark to head over and turn on the cams. mark does so before leaving, but the alternate was still in the house at the time and followed him home, where it then sat outside his door for days until he y'know, unalived on 15 september 1992. After mark's prolonged absence from school, one of his teachers alerts the police with a voicemail, and thatcher heads over to investigate, and discovers mark's body on 21st september 1992. sometime after this, the situation with the murrays occurs which results in baby adam (would be 3 or 4) being abducted, lynn committing die and jude disappearing in one way or another. personally im running into a lot of what seems like conflicting information in/about this section so i cant yet clearly understand the timeline, but that's the result. somewhere along the line, an investigator attempts to check out the house but 'pussies out', however a volunteer is able to set up some in house cameras, though despite what we see in intruder alert, thatcher doesnt see any anomalies with the findings and so has to conduct an investigation with weaver. when they check the house out, the alternate created by adam whilst watching stanley on the tv is still there, and kills weaver during the investigation. thatcher then flees for the station, but the alternate follows him there, and assaults and assimilates him as we see in the end of 333, though thatcher doesnt seem to be physically injured by the encounter, only mentally. following this, thatcher goes into hiding in an attempt to escape the alternate, and because of this, we think everyone else assumes he is dead.

in 2007, mark's sister, sarah, who was only 3 at the time of mark's death, starts the bythorne paranormal club in an attempt to understand more about what happened to her brother. adam, now 19, joins the club as well, bc he freaky as fuck idk what the hell going on with that guy im ngl, but i think the abduction might have a part in why he's like this, and he might have been under the guise of even gabriel/false shepard/literal devil himself when he was missing, although that said he failed the toddler assessment review before this even happened so i dont think we have enough info yet. anyway, him and sarah conduct their first mission on 14-15 july 2007, in which adam makes shit get crazy and sarah decides "yk what, ill just do admin and look at results instead of getting them myself", and so adam hires jonah as his new partner. vol 2 then takes place in mid january of 2009, resulting in the death of jonah but not adam, who walks for miles in the cold so he can steal his dead friends car lmao. and i dont fully understand what happens with him and the guy at the end of 4 tbh, thats the one part i cant come up with a theory for. all i know is that he is absolutely the mandela prophet.

meanwhile, evelin looks through dave's tapes, and i think the reason dave always wears sunglasses is because they protect from the effects of the alternates interacting with those tapes. knowing that evelin wouldnt have looked at these tapes with shades, he is kinda forced into firing her,or at least not being around her too much, as she could theoretically summon an alternate to their location at any time with the wrong stimuli. however during this time, dave has been speaking with a friend named o'brien, who has effectively been opening dave's eyes to the potential wonders of life outside of chasing alternates, and because of this dave decides to basically retire from the alternate stuff. eventually he agrees to meet o'brien outside of the church, to intiate whatever post-alternate plan they had been working on, and so he phones thatcher on short notice and just tells him that he's leaving. imo this is going to be a big fucking problem for thatcher, as he doesn't know nearly as much as dave did about alternates and might struggle to go alone, with potentially only evelin to work with. oh and also there is now an all powerful being after him. either way, dave goes to meet o'brien outside the church, however to his absolute fucking horror, o'brien was actually gabriel all along, posing as a friend to deter him from learning too much about the alternates, and most importantly luring him right into gabriel's trap - despite his wealth of knowledge and experience with alternates, he still managed to follow the shepard. ok i definitely missed some detail stuff but i think this gets the majority of the important plot points, even if theyre probably all horribly wrong lmao. if anyone wants to correct me on stuff or tell me things i might not know, go ahead!

[ganyuhybridooc]

Shaman King Headcannons

Ren Tao )

He accidentally hits you while sparring.

Requested by: My friend!

You were bored, very bored

You had got up early in the morning it was like 2:00 AM so you decided to…

“Ren??!?!!” *intense knocking* “Ren ren ren ren ren ren ren ren-“ “WHAT DO YOU WANT!!??”

“Wanna train????” “ITS 2 AM.” “So?” “……” “Fine, just let me get my clothes first.”

he was worried that he might hurt you so he fought with a stick

He really thought that you would dodge this one, you tried to parry it but failed and he scratched your arm

“DAMN IT!”

Or if your character is basically like anna “ FUCK YOU REN!” “I-“ “SORRY I WAS- NEVER MIND-”

He tried to treat it but he accidentally hurt you “HEY!” he had a sad look on his face and turned away from you and sat on the bench near the armory

You felt guilty and sat next to him, he tried not to make eye contact with you.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault.” “I know.”

—————————————

You sighed “This is boring.” You said “What can I do??” You asked yourself then, you had a thought and walked over to Ren and your room. ( horohoro went to yohs room because he didn’t want to see too much intimacy. ) You breathed in “Ahem.” You began to knock on the door “ Ren… renrenrenrenrenrenrenrenrenren-“ Suddenly the door barged open “WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” Ren screamed “Oh.”

“Sorry, what do you need?” Ren asked “Wanna go train?” You asked “It’s 2 AM Y/N.” He replied with an annoyed voice “So?” There was an awkward silence between you two while Ren squinted at you, it broke when Ren sighed “Fine, just let me get my clothes first.” Ren said as he closed the door to change

You were waiting at the training ground for Ren, Ren walked over to the training ground with a stick in hand “Where’s the lightning sword?” You asked “I was afraid I hurt you so I decided to use this.” He replied “Hold on.” You said as you took out a camera “Say that again.” “No.”

“Ok, lets start!” You exclaimed getting your Pole-arm out. It started really well, until Ren started to go harder on you, it was difficult but you managed. He was about to attack you but you decided to parry it, but you missed and he scratched your arm.

“Ow!” You screamed holding your arm in pain and dropping on the floor, Ren didn’t realize that the stick was that sharp. The stick he was holding quickly disappeared from your sight. “Your ok….right?” He asked “Yeah, Just go get the first aid kit.” You replied looking up at him, he had the same look you did when he died.

“Im back!” He exclaimed running with the First Aid. He opened it and tried to treat you, he didn’t know but he learned sone fron you. “Ow…OW!“ You exclaimed slapping away his hand “Ah, sorry I-“

When you looked back at him Ren was on the bench near the armory with a frown on his face. You felt guilty so you approached him and sat next to him, as soon as you sat down he scooted away from you. “It wasn’t your fault.” You said putting your hand on his shoulder “It is, you can barely use your arm because of me.” He replied,

he felt a weight on his shoulder, it was you “Y’know a guy once told me that Even if I get hurt, I’ll still keep on fighting for them.” You said looking up at him, he finally looked you in the eye “Fine, you got me.” He said sighing “Can we at-least get it looked at in the morning though?” He asked “Sure!” You exclaimed walking back to the inn hand in hand

[multiplefandomfics]

Relations

Pairing: Bucky x Stark!reader

Warnings: angst, soft smut, fluff, fighting

Words: 2862

“Y/N? Where are you?” no response.

“Friday? Would you be so kind as to tell me where my little sister is running around?” 

“Of course, boss. She is currently sitting in the garden, reading a book.” 

“Thanks Friday.”

Tony headed out to talk to his sister. 

“There you are. Please come inside. We have to talk.”

“Alright. I’m coming.” you smiled up at your big brother. 

He was everything to you. Y/N had been born in 1990 and had not exactly been planned. A year later your parents had died and Tony was left alone with an infant. Fortunately he was wealthy enough to have nannies looking after you as long as he was still in college. 

But the time you did spend together was thoroughly enjoyed. Everytime he was home he took you to the zoo, swimming or you just celebrated your lives. 

All in all Tony Stark was the best brother anyone could have wanted. 

Then he was kidnapped and became Iron Man. And Y/N was in the middle of it all. Tony tried to keep you away from it all but that didn’t work very well. You had begged him time and time again to make a suit for you too but he refused. Fortunately you were as technically talented as he was, copied Tony’s files for his suit, made some modifications and built it. 

Yours was purple and silver instead of red and gold and it had some other nice gadgets which would probably prove useful. 

When you took the first flying test outside the tower you didn’t really care that you were probably going to get caught. 

And of course the moment you landed again Tony busted you.

“Y/N. What were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt.” he was worried.

“But I didn’t. You really have very little trust in my abilities. I flew didn’t I? And I used your plans and software. I even have Friday on my ears at all times.” you rolled your eyes at your brother.

“I can’t decide if I should be angry or proud.” he muttered. “I trust you and your skills but please let me ease my conscience and have a look over your work before you go flying again.” he asked.

“Alright, if that calms you down, sure.” you smiled and hugged your brother.

“So what is this about?” you asked him.

“I am throwing a party tonight to celebrate taking down the hydra base and recovering the scepter.” he beamed.

“And I am invited?” 

“Of course. Wear something nice.” he instructed and left you alone in the entryway. 

Y/N prepared half the afternoon for the spectacle and looked your best when evening rolled around. You hung at the bar with Natasha and Bruce, let Thor and Rhodey tell their war stories and sat around the table while everyone tried to lift Mjölnir and failed miserably.

Then suddenly a mangled Iron legion droid came walking through the door saying strange stuff and ending up attacking everyone. You were just so able to jump behind the bar and duck down. After that you promised yourself that you would never feel that helpless again. You wanted to be in the thick of it all. 

When the dust settled everyone was really confused. The peacekeeping program Ultron had “killed” Jarvis and taken off into the world wide web. 

“What did just happen?” Rhodey asked while Thor was on the way searching for Ultron.

After a battle with Ultron and the Maximoff twins, where everyone seemed to have lost their minds at one point or another and the Hulk destroying half a town while Tony tried to stop him, you made it out alive and had to disappear and landed with Clint’s family. 

You stayed there for a while and then left for Seol to retrieve the crate with the human print inside.

In the end you had a new addition to the team and a devastating fight against machines in Sokovia. 

Everyone was upset after that. Sokovia was destroyed, many civilians had died and Hulk was MIA. Thor left too to shine some light onto the appearances of the infinity stones.

You stayed at the newly built compound to start your official training with Vision, Wanda and Sam.

Some time later things escalated in Lagos with Rumlow and a biological weapon. After that everyone was suddenly afraid of Wanda although she was just as scared. 

A day later you were walking through the hallways, passing some office and conference rooms on your way to the gym. You were lost in thought when you heard your brother's voice. At first you wanted to storm in and surprise him but then you heard him talking.

“She isn’t actually my sister, Steve. She’s my daughter. Y/N is my daughter. I’ve never told anyone before I couldn’t-” the rest was not heard by Y/N because you had dropped your towel and run towards your room. 

The next few days you just couldn’t face your father. That was so strange to think. You never said it out loud. Y/N felt so betrayed. Why did he never tell you? Of course he had been relatively young when you were born but he still could have been honest with you. Did he not want to be seen as your father? Were you such a disappointment? And over all of that stood the question after your mother. Who was she? What happened to her? Why did she not want to meet you? All those thoughts rushed through your brain and you couldn’t stop the nagging feeling that Tony didn’t want to admit the truth to you because you weren’t worth it. 

The bad thoughts did not leave you alone anymore. You had nightmares and isolated yourself from everyone during the days. 

Although everyone was constantly asking you what was wrong, you couldn’t tell them.

Until the day Natasha and Pepper waltzed into your room, overriding Friday’s authority. 

“Hey Y/N. We noticed that you have been by yourself a lot lately, not letting anyone in anymore. So tell us, what is going on with you? You know you can trust us.” Pepper added the last part after seeing you hesitating. And finally you caved in.

“I overheard Tony and Steve talk a few days ago. He said something I need time to process for.”

“What did he say that shocked you so much?” Nat asked.

“All my life I thought he was my brother. He’s been my rock. We went through thick and thin and then I find out that he lied to me all these years.”

“What do you mean he’s not your brother?” Nat pressed further.

“He told Steve that he’s actually my father.” the girls looked at you dumbfounded and it got eerie quiet.

“You sure you heard that right?”

“Of course I am sure. I’m not deaf!” you said a little enraged.

“And I gather you have not talked to him about it yet, have you?” Pepper had a calming nature especially when she put her hand on Y/N arm.

“No I haven’t. I couldn’t. What if it is somehow my fault that he didn’t tell me? What if he doesn’t consider me good enough to be his daughter?” you started to sob quietly.

“Hey, look at me Y/N. If anything it is the other way around. Under all that confident exterior he is actually very insecure and I am sure that he just didn’t want you to be disappointed to have him as a father.” Pepper ensured you.

“You really think so?” you sniffed looking up at her.

“I do. You should talk to him.” she encouraged you.

“Maybe I should tell him that I know and see how he reacts.”

But before you could go forward with your plan Friday alerted you and Nat to come to the conference room because the Secretary of defense had arrived to talk about something 

 The fights in Sokovia and Lagos had been PR nightmares and the government and the UN did not want to stand by anymore. The Avengers had to bow to the law and sign the Sokovia accords or they would be forced to retire. They were given a few days to think about it and talk this through. 

After long discussions the team split in two. Which led to the situation at hand. 

Your dad had grounded you together with Wanda after you had voiced your opinion that you thought Steve was right. Well, when Clint came to pick up Wanda you stuck to them and flew to Germany. Steve was kinda surprised when he saw you get out of the car at the airport but he thought you were old enough to make your own decisions. 

Well, it ended in a really bad fight in the middle of the runway. In the end you made it out with Steve and Bucky and flew to Siberia under Steve's protest.  

“So you’ve been Steve’s friend since childhood, hm?” you asked Bucky while still in the air.

“Yep. Known him forever. And you are Stark’s kid?” he asked back.

“So Steve told you. Yes it seems to be true although my whole life I thought he was my big brother. He lied to me so I’m not very happy with him at the moment. Kicking his ass has been a nice change for once.” you smiled at Bucky sadistically.

“You are a sick little thing, doll!” he laughed out loud.

 You landed not much later but you had to admit the crush that had already developed towards Bucky. 

And then Zemo happened and that stupid tape.

Were you the only one wondering why the hell there was a security camera in the middle of nowhere on an abandoned street exactly at that point where your grandparents car was forced to crash? And all that in the early 90’s? 

Tony did not want to think rationally at that point so he started a fight against Steve and Bucky. You stood by. Too in shock to do anything. The only thing you knew was that it was not Bucky’s fault your grandparents had died but hydras. 

You snapped out of your trance when Tony shot Bucky’s arm off. Then it was your moment to jump between your dad and Steve.

“Stop it, dad! Think for one moment!” he was startled for a moment because he wasn’t used to hearing you say that. 

“You know?” he asked and his helmet slid back.

“Yes, I do. I overheard you and Steve the other day.” you spoke silently. “Sorry I did not talk about this with you earlier but I was just so upset about the fact that you didn’t tell me. Am I such a disappointment that you thought I wasn’t good enough to be your daughter?” you asked him with tears in your eyes.

“What? Of course not! You, Y/N, are the best thing that has ever happened to me. It was me who felt not man enough to be your dad. In the beginning when you suddenly appeared on my doorstep I panicked and thought I could have never lived up to the responsibility of a father. So I became your fun big brother to save you and me from disappointment. At some point I just felt that I had missed the point of telling you without the fear of consequences. So I stuck with the lie. I never meant to hurt you and I hope you can forgive me. I love you so much.” 

That explanation was enough for you to jump into your fathers arms and hug him close. 

“I love you 3000, dad. And can we now please get out of here? Bucky doesn’t deserve to die. Can you maybe see that he was controlled and hates himself as much for what Hydra made him do as you hate him? He is actually a really nice guy and like a brother to Steve and you know Steve, would he have bad friends? Also Buck needs help, physical and psychological. So please dad let us help him. He’s a war hero after all.” you finished your plaidoyer.  

Your dad just stared at you but in the end took a deep breath and said: “let’s get home. I can’t do anything here.”

Outside you met King T’Challa who was holding Zemo in his grasp. He was gonna bring him to the CIA and then fly home to bury his father. He also promised to help with Bucky’s recovery because Wakanda had the most advanced technology to heal anything. 

For months you stayed in Wakanda, which was pretty beautiful by the way, to maybe help Bucky recover step by step. 

That’s also how you became close. You went for walks and to his therapy sessions together. The latter also because you thought you could use some talking about your life too. 

At first he had wanted to go back into cryo but you had convinced him that that wasn’t necessary. In the beginning your dad had called you everyday to check in but he had stopped after a particularly annoyed outburst on your side. 

“Bucky you alright?” you asked him one night after he had come home from his private session with Ayo.

When you saw his face you noticed the big tears leaking down his face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you asked scared this time.

Without saying a word he just walked up to you hugging you close to his chest and kissing you intently. 

“You know how much I love you, right?” he whispered.

“Of course. but what happened with Ayo that has you this shaken?” you were persistent.

“I’m free, baby. She said all the trigger words and nothing happened. I’m free.” he repeated as if not believing it himself yet.

You started crying, too at that moment. You knew how much that meant to him, hell how much it meant to you. He had full control of his life back. 

“I’m so proud of you babe. You deserve this so much. The past is finally behind you and we can start into a new future.”

“I love you.” he whispered into your hair and started kissing down your neck.

“Oh, okay. So that’s where you are going. Hmm, I like that. But let’s go inside first.”

You pushed him backwards until you reached the hut and inside your bed. You pushed him down and straddled his lap. He grabbed the seams of your blouse and tore it down the middle so the buttons flew in every direction. 

“Someone is needy, hm?” you whispered while grinding down on his boner. 

“Need you so bad.” he murmured 

“You know I would give you everything. Come and take what you want. I swear I won’t break.” you kissed him intensely again before he threw you around and you landed with your back on the mattress. 

The next thing he did was rid you both of your clothing. The look on his face was absolutely feral. 

“Need to breed you baby. Fuck a baby in you.” he groaned and your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Gotta prepare you first.” he slurred just as he pushed a finger into your dripping wet cunt.

And the moment his tongue touched your aching clit you came with a cry. But he didn’t stop there. No. He kept on flicking your nub with his tongue and added a second finger to stretch your walls for his girth.

“Getting you nice and wet, baby.” he moaned. When he hit that particular spot you arched your back and pushed your pussy further into his face. It didn’t take long for you to come again. You drenched his face in your juices which he happily licked off of his face.

He climbed up your body and on the way nipped at your breasts and left hickies on your neck. 

“I can’t hold on any longer. Gotta be inside you.” those words were the last warning before he breached your entrance and pushed his massive length inside your tight channel.

“Oh, fuck Bucky. So big. Shit.” you moaned loudly which seemed to spur him on.

He pummeled into you with all the force he could muster.

His blissed out face was all you ever wanted to see again.

His rhythm got erratic. You put your hand in his hair and coaxed him “Let go baby. We’ll be fine. I love you so much.” 

That was all it took for him to lose it and he spilled deep inside you.

He collapsed on top of you and then rolled to the side, not to crush you. You winced when he pulled out.

“That was amazing.” you breathed out. “Yeah. Best sex I ever had.” he agreed. 

You two lovebirds spent 6 more weeks in Wakanda. Then Bucky got his vibranium arm and you left Wakanda to go back to New York. No matter what you told yourself, you did miss your dad. 

But you definitely promised to come back every time you got the chance.