#those shirts have seen hell and back and he still wont throw them away

[mustasekittens]

clocking out of my job only to clock back in at home for my Real Job (gay spiderman posting)

[bubbleteaimagines]

AMERICA’S GOLDEN TOY

summary || steve makes good use of you after kidnapping you from a hydra base

pairings || dark!steve rogers x reader

warnings || this post contains dark content (noncon) smut, swearing, dracaphilia kink, loss of virginity, non-consensual filming

notes || continuation of this imagine

MINORS DNI // 18+

you heard the sirens before anything else. they blared all over the facility, distracting you from your work and causing you to drop your graduated cylinder.

“shit!” you cursed in german and quickly began to gather yourself.

you knew what the sirens meant — your father had forced you to participate in every emergency briefing there was. he was a high level member of hydra and quite proud that you, his daughter, were following in his footsteps.

at only twenty years old, you were already a renowned scientist. often, you created remedies and such for hydra to use on their victims. you helped caused terror and chaos, but of course, you didn’t see it that way.

you quickly began to gather all of your important files as the sirens got louder. your whole lab was flashing red, causing your vision to be skewed.

you stumbled around in the red light, your heels not making it any better. you grabbed hard drives and anything else you could think of before quickly bursting out of the door, joining the chaos in the hallways.

all around you, hydra personnel was being scattered about, some running and others fleeing towards the fight. you didn’t even know what the threat was, but if it was enough to activate the emergency sirens then it had to be deadly.

“y/n!” in the midst of your running, someone called your name and pulled you to them. you yelped, but quickly calmed down once you saw that it was your father.

“papa,” you looked at him, shocked. “what’s going on? where is all this chaos coming from?”

“the avengers,” the answer made your blood run cold, “they are here. they have found us. we must get out, quickly!”

he wasted no time in pulling you towards the safety exit, one that only the most important memebers knew about. you stumbled as you struggled to keep up, your hands tightly clutching your precious research.

somewhere along the way though, you had accidentally dropped one of your drives. you let go of your father’s hand for one second to retrieve it, but that turned out to be the biggest mistake of your life.

a flash of blue in the red light could be seen as you bent over to grab it quickly. but you weren’t fast enough, and by the time you had come back up and started running again, it was too late.

steve rogers caught you easily as your father yelled behind him for you. his armor cladded suit pressed against your frame and you struggled against the muscular man.

“y/n!” your father panicked, wondering if he should run or help you.

“papa! go, please! it is too late for me,” you cried as you struggled in steve’s arms. “go!”

your father looked hesitant, but a nod from you urged him to keep running. that left you, helpless as the avenger glared at you fiercely.

“tony, nat, i’ve captured a prisoner. her father managed to escape but i think you can still catch him,” he spoke into a device.

“roger that, cap,” the voice of an unknown man came back.

you glared at him as you thrashed in his arms.

“there are no prisoners with hydra!” you yelled out, releasing the poison hidden behind your teeth and preparing to swallow it.

however, before you could steve already had an antidote shoved down your throat, knowing that this was common with those captured.

“you’re not dying today,” he snapped at you, as the concoction also knocked you out cold. “not before we make some use of you.”

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when you woke up, you were in a moderately decorative room.

it was furnished with a dresser, a nightstand with a lamp, a tv, and a king sized bed that you were currently laying on.

as soon as you came to, you tried to hop off the bed and escape. but you were wildly unsuccessful, seeing as your hands and feet were tied and you were gagged.

“help!” you still tried to call out for someone, through your sounds were muffled. “somebody please, help me!”

there was shuffling out in the hallway and you paused, foolishly thinking it was your father or another hydra member coming to save you.

but quickly, you realized that wasn’t the case when the same man that kidnapped you walked in.

“well well, i see you’re awake,” his deep voice filled the room as he sauntered in.

you glared at him.

“let me go!” you yelled through the gag, trashing even though your movements were limited.

“what was that? sorry i can’t hear you,” he smirked. your hatred for him increased even more as he mocked you.

“asshole!” you cursed in german. “let me go, now! before i kill you!”

steve seemed to get tired of your muffled screaming so he finally removed the gag. when he did, the first thing you did was spit on him.

“filthy scum! how dare you tie me up like an animal!” you yelled.

you were met with a harsh glare and slap so hard that it knocked the breath out of you. steve fumed as he wiped the spit away, rasing his hand threateningly.

“do it again and i swear to god...” he trailed off.

“what do you want from me!” you resisted the urge to cry as your face stung from the violent blow.

“information,” steve said almost immediately, as if it were obvious. “we decided not to throw in you in a cell because you could be useful to us. tony figured you’d open up more in a more...comfortable setting.”

“go to hell,” you immediately spit, causing steve to raise an eyebrow. “i’ll never tell you anything. i’d rather die!”

“well then it’s a good thing you were already carrying these,” steve said coolly, holding up an object.

you gasped when you noticed it was your drives. the very ones you risked capture for.

“give those back!” you cried, struggling even harder. “those belong to hydra! those belong to me!”

“not any more,” steve said. “everything in that base now belongs to the avengers. including you.”

you didn’t like the way his eyes sized you up. it made you uncomfortable, scared even but you weren’t about to show it.

“you can keep me here until i starve. i won’t give you any more information,” you said.

“oh we know. we’ve been known that everyone in hydra has tight lips,” steve chuckled. “but you see, we started to figure out why. and do you wanna know what we came up with?”

you said nothing.

steve continued anyways. “see we figured it was because hydra never had anything to lose. their files are encrypted. everyone is willing to die for that scum organization. we the avengers have never had a way to gain leverage over them. but after we took you...we realized that now we do.”

“what do you mean?” you asked dumbly, though you feared the answer.

steve answered by stalking towards you. slowly, you began to try and back away as his face came down to yours, his voice dark and dangerously low.

“it means, it wasn’t an accident i took you over you father. i could have captured you both. but i let him go free, just so he and the rest of the scum can witness this. you, tied up in captain america’s bedroom, helpless,” he smirked.

“no!” you exclaimed, horror seeping through your veins.

“say hi to daddy and his colleagues,” steve chuckled, pointing towards the tv.

you didn’t know how you missed it, but on the dresser stood a camera, and on the tv itself showed live footage.

of you, handcuffed on steve’s bed.

“oh, i can’t say i won’t enjoy finishing this mission,” he shook his head. “it’s the first damn time i’m getting something in return.”

“get away from me!” you screamed at him as he undid your cuffs, yanking you closer to him.

the delightment of being free was replaced by utter panic at the pending situation. you tried your best to get up, springing off the bed but steve only pushed you down, laughing.

“did you forget who you were dealing with?” steve asked. “everything is this room will prevent you from escaping. the doors won’t open without a code. there’s no windows. and of course, you’d have to get passed me. but i’m not letting you leave until i get what i want.”

“you monster!” you punched his chest as he gripped you harshly, dragging you to the edge of the bed.

but your assault seemed to do nothing against the super soldier, merely egging him on as he reached for your clothing.

“nothing but a skirt and a blouse. not even pantyhose,” he tsked. “you must have been prepared for me, then.”

tears of humiliation began to form as he grabbed your skirt and shirt and tore them off. the black bra and lacy red panties that you were wearing were durely exposed to the camera, where your father and all your coworkers were watching.

“can you feel it now?” steve asked, dodging your blows and pinning you down with his arms. “the sheer panic creeping in your veins? the knowledge that there’s only one way out of this, and that’s by me taking control of that little pussy of yours?”

your eyes widened as he voiced his plans out loud, the reality of situation finally sinking in.

“no please!” all your life you had been taught not to beg. you had been taught to never give into the enemy, to always choose silence and death over the weakness of pleading. but this was steve rogers you were talking about. you thought he was one of the good guys. you thought he was america’s golden boy. “don’t!”

“what’s this, a little hydra slut begging for her life?” you cried out as steve ripped the bra off, too, leaving you completely exposed. “that’s definitely new. but i gotta say, begging wont get you anywhere now. it’s too late, i’m gonna make use of america’s golden toy now.”

“i thought you were a good guy! the avengers are supposed to be the good ones! you’re not supposed to do this!” you said while steve began to shed his clothes.

“good?” he chuckled as he stood over you. “that’s funny. i guess it just depends on the perspective.”

you stared at each other as he began to free his cock. it was impressive really, how he managed to get both of you naked all while holding you down.

you had never felt more powerless in your life. you were a scientist after all. you were smart and brilliant and on top of the world at hydra. but here though...

here you felt like nothing more than a simple speck of dust.

“open up, slut,” steve suddenly shoved his cock in your face as you jumped back, startled. “let’s show daddy how well your mouth works.”

“no!” you refused to open your mouth for him, you refused to even look at him, turning your head to face the wall.

but steve was quick to a solution; he grabbed your jaw and forced your lips open, backhanding you to get you to comply.

“i’m not gonna ask you again,” he said lowly while you sobbed. “open up.”

shakily, you obeyed. you opened your lips and slowly steve began to push his cock in, moaning at the feeling of your tight lips wrapped around him.

“ah, fuck,” he grabbed a hand full of hair to steady himself while you stood still. “go on, don’t be afraid. suck my cock like the little whore you are.”

you would have rather chosen death than blow steve rogers but that wasn’t an option. what was though, was moving your head back and forth, trying to take his impossibly thick length in your mouth.

“there’s a good girl,” he cooed as your head bobbed. “take me. take all of it!”

you resisted the urge to gag as he shoved himself in the back of your throat. gripping his hips, you sobbed on his dick, tears falling down your face as he throat fucked you.

“that’s it...nice and deep,” steve moaned. “god, i can’t wait to see what your pussy feels like.”

he was cumming in no time, the combination of you sucking and playing with his balls sending him over the edge.

he panted as he pulled out, his hot seed trickling down your throat. you gagged immediately as he released you, feeling absolutely and utterly disgusted with yourself.

“you see that, dad?” steve smirked at the camera. “your little girl just drained my balls dry. and she’s about to do it again. watch.”

you cried out as steve roughly pulled you up and flipped you on the bed. you tried one last time to escape, crawling on your knees away from him but it was all too easy for him to pull you back down.

“a fair warning to all hydra personnel, this is what happens if you mess with shield,” he growled.

you were a blubbering mess as he forced your legs open, pleading and begging for your release. you didn’t wanna be taken, not like this. you didn’t wanna lose your virginity to this man.

“you can’t save her now,” steve looked directly into camera, “but maybe when i’m through with her you’ll learn your lesson.”

he positioned his thick cock, lubricated with your spit, at your entrance. and then, before you could even comprehend what was happening, he slammed into you.

a scream bubbled up in your throat and ripped out as your pussy was violently desecrated.

steve filled you nearly to the brink, moaning and whimper at the tight fit.

pain exploded all over your body. your pussy felt like it was on fire. you tried to claw your way away but steve held you tightly in his arms, disabling you to move.

you were trapped, tears falling down wildly as steve began to fuck you balls deep.

“so tight,” he moaned while you let out a gutteted sob. “so fucking good to me. you’re squeezing me baby. you’ve must have never taken a cock a before, have you?”

“no!” you screamed out as steve pounded into you at a jarring pace. “p-please! please!”

“virgin,” steve realized, knowing why you were so scared. “god that’s so hot.”

“please...please! captain stop!” you begged, not being able to take it anymore. you couldn’t take him. your pussy wouldn’t even let him get all the way in. you were straining so much, but yet he fought. he fought so hard to make sure all but his balls were inside of you.

“well, since you asked so nicely,” steve smirked.

he flipped you over again but before you could cherish the release he was slamming into your pussy again, this time forcing on you top of him with your back laid against his chest.

steve cooed in your ear as you took his merciless pounding, reminding you of what a filthy whore you were.

you wanted this, he told you. this was your fault. you wanted his cock deep inside of you. wanted people to watch. you wanted people to know how much of a slut you were.

“tell them!” steve shouted, his balls slapping your pussy. you sobbed for his mercy. “tell them how much of a whore you are! tell your daddy how much you love captain america! tell him!”

“papa,” you blubbered towards the screen. you saw yourself, looking pathetic while you sat on captain america’s cock. he filled you to the brink, your stomach pretruding out to show just how deep he was. “i love him! i love captain america!”

“atta girl,” steve kissed your neck, his beard scraping your shoulder as he buried his face in your neck. he held you tight, the sound of him battering your little pussy echoing throughout the room.

finally, he turned your head towards him and kissed you. one last humiliating act before he finally came, shuttering to a stop as he drained his balls directly into your womb.

“how’s that for a mission accomplished,” steve laughed while you slumped against him, clinging to him for dear life. your pussy was battered, filled to the brink his cum. your mind was gone.

you could hardly think. you searched for a sense of safety. for a sense of warmth. you cuddled yourself closely to him, taking shelter in the arms of your abuser.

“please...please...” you sobbed against him.

steve held you tight in his arms, kissing your temple. he knew he had broken you. he knew that you were beyond recovering now.

“it’s okay,” he whispered, still buried deep inside of you. “you’re with the earth’s mightiest heroes now. you’re safe. nothing’s ever gonna hurt you again.”

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 7/?

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your Name, A/N Any Name (your best friend’s name), (Name) - your ex’s name !genderneutral (Don’t use a DC character! Y/N hasn’t dated any other DC character!) :)

3.5k words, my god. And they’ve still only known each other for 4 days and we’re on part 7. I do not know how to finish this.

Lol, Enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, Heated moments, There is French in this one, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Falling asleep in Jason’s arms after that escapade the two of them pulled the night before was something magical to say the least. Of course, they only got like 5 hours of sleep before they had to wake up and get out, at risk of Y/N being caught in the building, although the thrill of it excited the both of them deeply, but that’s obvious. They liked breaking the rules already.

Riding back home seemed a lot less like a journey to her this time, she just wanted to spend more time with Jason, but he had work and she didn’t want to hang out at Wayne Enterprises. She’d probably go to the library today, she didn’t know exactly what she’d do today, but she always thought that was the most exciting thing ever. “I don’t know what I’m even going to do tomorrow,” one of her friends asked when she moved to Gotham, ‘How exciting!’ she answered.

That friend said the next day she ran through the streets of Metropolis with her arms outstretched like a kid, and she did it in Y/N’s honor. “I told you!” she said, “How exciting that sometimes you never know what you’re going to do tomorrow!”.

These thoughts swirled in her head as Jason drove her back home when, like clockwork, like it was out of a movie, he said,

“I have no idea what I’m even going to do today.”

She laughed, “I always say ‘How exciting!’ when someone says that to me.”

“Really?”

“One of my friends back home, when I gave her that advice, she then spent the next day running around the city with her arms outstretched in my honor, it was apparently one of the more fun things she’s ever done, so” she paused, “I really mean it. how exciting! The possibilities are endless, are they not?”

“Well, not really, I have work to do,” he frowned.

“So own it. Make the office your bitch. Take charge, take lead.”

“Why not?” he said in agreement.

“Why the fuck not.”

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Jason walked her to her door, “Won’t you be late?” she asked,

“Dad knows where I am, I don’t think I’ll have my ass handed to me.”

“You never know,” she laughed.

He laughed too and slightly pecked her lips. He wanted more, he was hungry for more out of that kiss, but work and life gets in the way of their relationship, and he really whined when he had to break away, but she laughed at it.

“Slow your roll Tiger, one day,” she mused.

“You say that like you don’t want more.”

“This isn’t about me,” she retorted, “So, shut up, respectfully.”

He laughed and kissed the back of her hand, “You have a thing for doing that, huh?” she joked.

“I literally don’t know how to answer that, I think I’m losing my touch with flirting,” he joked back.

“Okay, okay, you need to get going now.”

“Fine! You want to get rid of me so badly, I get it,” he joked and walked back to the car and she waved him off. She hated that time he left, a lot. She knew it was healthy to take a day’s break if they’ve been on 3 back-to-back dates, but that didn’t mean she liked it.

She opened her door and walked in, thinking A/N was asleep so she wouldn’t be barraged for her hair being a mess, but, boy oh boy, was this girl waiting for her to get home.

“What happened? Why’s your hair a mess? Oh my god, did you have sex?” she asked.

“No, but we kissed, will you take that as information while I shower or do you want all the details now?”

“You can shower, you can shower. I’m not that needy.”

“Yes you are,” Y/N joked and went to go shower.

And like she always did, she opened her phone and looked at the news before answering her friends,

Millionaire’s Son, Jason Todd's Girlfriend’s Name Revealed!

She laughed, cause it wasn’t her name. She didn’t think he was seeing anyone else, and they used her picture, so she knew they just fucked it. She forwarded the article to Jason with the caption ‘ Fuckin’ idiots’ .

She then answered Artemis, who asked Did you two kiss? Dick’s up my ass about it ‘cause he knows we’re friends.

I want to take that out of context so badly. She joked with Artemis.

I knew this man had a terrible name that would come to haunt me, but did ‘ya kiss?

Yeah we did. Get Dick out of your ass, though, that’s weird, you have a boyfriend and he has a girlfriend.

Shut up, you’re not funny.

I’m pretty funny.

You are but I’m not going to admit that, girl.

And one of her old friends had texted her, it was someone who Y/N had seen off and on the past few years, they were polite, but she didn’t exactly want to speak to her ex.

Hey.

(Name)? What do you want?

Saw you in the news with the rich boy, guess we’re over?

We have been over for like 5 months, my guy. 

Bitch.

Okay!

People from her hometown were noticing her in the articles and recognizing her. Some would think this is the coolest thing that someone they loved met a nice boy, the money a bonus, some would give her the reaction her ex did, but she knew she was days, hours, maybe minutes away from her parents finding out about her love affair with Jason.  

She shuddered at the thought, she loved her parents, a lot, but something told her that maybe they wouldn’t did Jason to be like she found him. She also knew she could be overthinking it entirely and they’d like the Criminal Psych Major that she knew all-too-well.

But overthinking was fun, apparently. And she couldn’t stop thinking the worst of so much.

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When she got changed and just threw on whatever the fuck she saw, she went out to go talk to A/N.

“Hey, nerd. I’m done,” Y/N said.

“Nerd? You’re the one dating the bookworm and  you’re in criminal psychology,” she joked.

“Ha, ha. So, how are things with your lover? Have you secured him yet or are you just doing your own thing still?”

“Still just doing our own thing, don’t really have the time to date while getting my degree and working.”

“I mean, if it works for you I can’t throw judgment.”

“What about Jason? How’re things with you two?”

“You ever seen the Wayne Enterprises Ballroom before?”

“In pictures, why- Don’t tell me he took you there you lucky bitch?!”

“Then I just wont tell you,” she laughed.

“The Ballroom? Oh my god, that’s crazy, he's really pulling out all the stops to make you smile, huh?”

“I would do the same if I had more to offer, but I have barely anything since I bought that place in the dance competition across the country,” she said.

Y/N had bought a place in this competition before she met Jason, and she was heading to it on Saturday, in two days, and she actually had practiced the routine during downtime between her and Jason. She hadn’t exactly told Jason about this, and Jason had asked why she looked strained and like her muscles hurt, but that just never seemed like something you share with your casual partner, to her. She never seemed like her casual competitions were worth anything. A/N had begged to differ since Y/N had met her.

A/N said that Y/N had talent, that she could go somewhere, Y/N saw it as an extra circular that didn’t affect her much. She wasn’t the type of brag, and all her trophies were back home with her parents, anyway.

“Have you told him about your,” insert A/N’s heavy sarcasm, “’Casual’  competitions, yet?”

Idk what the hell happened with that line ya love to see it

“I’ll send him a quick text about it, I guess,” she sighed and sent just a quick, Hey, can’t have a date on Saturday-Sunday, forgot to tell you but I’m going to Cali for a quick dance competition, lol. My bad, shoulda said something.

“Why are you like this, be proud of your accomplishments, dammnit!”

“It’s a casual competition!”

“And you’re talented! I’m this close to just showing him videos of you going at it,” she said, exasperated.

“He already knows, we danced in the Ballroom.”

“Oh my lord,” she laughed, “You’re an enigma, if I had your amount of trophies I wouldn’t be hiding it.”

“Im’ not hiding it! It just kind of never came up.”

And he texted back, Oh damn, are you at least going to kill it? You better, I want to show the live broadcast to my family and brag.

She laughed, “See!”, she exclaimed, showing A/N the texts, “He doesn’t care like you do, nerd.”

A/N laughed, “Sure he doesn’t. Do you want to go to lunch, by the way? I’m bored off of my ass.”

“Sure, why the fuck not.”

“Go get dressed then, and I’ll do the same.”

“Okay okay, meet up in 10?”

“Yes ma’am.”

And off they went.

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Y/N texted back Jason for a quick minute before getting dressed, Of course I’m going to kill it, my notes aren’t a representation of my dancing skills.

Well, I hope you win something. And text me. But mainly win something.

Of course I’ll text you, Jay. It gets boring at competitions.

You should go to a Wayne Gala then, god damn, those fuckin bastards are the most boring events this side of America.

Well maybe you’ll invite me one day.

I’ll probably have to if you show up on National TV. The press will finally know your name.

I hope I’m not on National TV then. Fuck the press.

Fuck the press indeed.

Since Y/N didn’t feel the need or want to dress up, she didn’t. Quick shirt and jeans and she was out the door. Sometimes she would dress up for lunch dates with her friends, just because she was bored as fuck and dressing up was fun, but she just didn’t want to do it today. Combat boots, jeans and a shirt were enough most days. You don’t have to be a model just because the press knows your face, she thought, you don’t.

“Who’s driving?” A/N asked.

“I can if you want. I don’t mind,” Y/N said as they walked to the beat up car they loved so much. It was nothing compared to the Porsche she had been in the night before, but it was still running, and you don’t fix something that ain’t broke.

“Maybe your boyfriend will buy you a new car,” A/N joked.

“If anything, he’d buy me a new computer, since mine is getting mailed to me and you’re going to love hearing the sounds that bitch makes,” she retorted.

“Is it bad?”

“Terrible. My sister called it a screaming electronic goat once,” she laughed, “I hate that fucking thing. But if it ain’t broke-”

“Don’t fix it, I know.”

“Exactly.”

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For some reason, they decided in the car to go to McDonald's, because hey, it’s not like Y/N is on a  dance diet or anything. She wasn’t, because she didn’t want to starve herself for the sake of winning a competition. That was even her thought process as she was younger and more vulnerable to her teachers, she always told them she’d never do that. Years later, she still stuck to that mindset.

They got out of the car and like fucking clockwork, the press was in her face.

“You! The girl with no name, Jason Todd’s girlfriend!”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” she whispered under her breath, “How do they always find me!”

“Tell us about yourself! Are you serious with Jason? How do you feel about his family? How-”

But then she had an idea,

“Quoi? Je parle pas l’Anglais? Qu’est-ce-que vous voulez?” she said, using her bilingual skills to her advantage.

“What? No I mean-”

“Pas de l’Anglais! Désolé mes amis!” and she ran off into the McDonald's with A/N.

“Did you just speak French to get them off your ass, you genius?”

“Spoke very broken French because I wasn’t thinking, but yeah, I did that.”

“I forget you’re multi-talented sometimes, you have a lot hidden under your belt and I try to treat you like a normal person but you’re far from it.”

“I appreciate you for trying, but I think with my new love affair, you aren’t going to get far with those attempts anymore, sorry,” she joked.

Jason texted her, Did you just speak French to avoid the press?

How do you know about that?

We were watching the news during a meeting and they said that you spoke French.

You got to do what you got to do to get by.

That is literally the most genius thing I’ve heard of anyone doing in so long. I think you’ve truly bamboozled them for a while and they might hop off of your back for a while.

You think so? ‘Cause I really hope that’s the case.

My siblings think it’s hilarious, and no one’s leaked that you are just joking with the press, so yeah, they might actually leave you alone.

Let’s fucking go. That is the news of the 21st century.

4 days of knowing each other and you’ve flipped off the press twice, outran them with me once, hid in the Wayne Enterprises Building with me and you’ve spoken French to bamboozle the press. That is impressive.

I feel like the press is going to hate me one day.

Probably. But they also hate most of us most days.

You should probably get back to work.

Yeah, talk to you soon.

She put her phone away and went to stand with A/N, who was waiting for their food.

“Talking to your lover?” she joked.

“When am I not doing that?”

“That’s valid.”

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Going on a lunch date with A/N made a little bit of the harassment just better. They both bonded over how they hated the press before her love affair with Jason, and how their opinions wouldn’t change much unless, knock on wood, one of them went missing. Y/N told her about all the cases where the press and the internet did so much to solve cases around the world, love or hate the press, they did do a lot for solving crime.

She also told A/N that Jason was related to Dr. Barry Allen and Clark Kent, two people the two of them knew well because of the news and the fact that A/N knew Y/N when she wanted to go into forensics and was reading Dr. Barry Allen’s work.

When her mother texted her.

Y/N? Is that you in the press running around with Jason Todd?

Yeah mum, why?

Are you two in a serious relationship?

No mum.

Then why are the vultures so obsessed with you, says your dad.

‘ Cause you two made a pretty girl and he’s high up in the world, I guess, I don’t know. I don’t really like the press.

I can tell. We’re not mad at you honey, but be careful. And your dad says when you two get serious he needs to take Jason fishing.

He doesn’t speak French, mum.

Dad says he’ll work on his English for you.

Well tell everyone I love them, mum.

She panicked a little bit, her parents were nice when they wanted to be, but they were strict, why wouldn’t they be. So this, while being a welcomed surprise. was still a little panicky.

“Your  parents find out?”

“Yeah, they seem chill with it though.”

“Bing in the press sucks when you’re trying to keep your love life out of your parents' eyes, huh?”

“You could say that again,” she joked.

“Being in the press sucks when you’re-”

“I didn’t mean literally!” they laughed.

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Back at Wayne Enterprises, Jason was betting bombarded by his colleges, friends and family about Y/N and how she was able to get around the press’ constant harassment without flaw. And also because Bruce had seen the two enter the building at around 12am the night before. So Jason was called into Bruce’s office that day.

“1, I know everyone is bombarding you, so you can hide out here, son, 2, you and Y/N didn’t have sex in your office right?”

“God no, dad. We just hid here because security is tight as fuck and unable to get past.”

“I saw you two kissing on the cams and heading into your office, Jay.”

“Okay, okay, but we didn't have sex and the intentions were there, dad!”

“Uh huh, pretty girl in your, my, car.”

“Dad, stop it,” he joked.

“Well, her little shenanigans with the press are very amusing, have you told her that?”

“I have.”

“She’s basically not afraid to tell them what we all think.”

“That’s what I said, dad.”

“Well, hold onto that one and don’t let her go.”

“Do you regret doing that with Talia?” Jason asked.

“God no, she’s insane. The son I got out of her antics is literally her spitting image, so if I need to be reminded of her I can just go talk to Damien for a couple minutes.”

“Dami’s a lot like you too, don’t act like his personality is just Talia, he acts like his dad in every aspect and you know that.”

“Lord help any woman or man that kid goes on to date, my god,” the two of them laughed. It was the small things with Bruce that made Jason happy to be a Wayne, even if he didn’t share the last name. Jason grew up on the streets and even before that, his mum and dad didn’t have a lot of money, so the amounts of money that Bruce could shower on him was a lot, but he was okay with just working for his money. And Bruce knew that.

He spent a lot of his workday in Bruce’s office, hiding from the rest of the office, and texting Will.

She knows about your kid.

Well, she’s a good kid. I’m glad you’re bragging about her, means I raised her right.

Shut up. I love that little girl and I’ve helped raise her, Will.

You’re used to my new name?

I changed your contact to Will when you changed your name, so I could remember that that’s your name now and not Roy. I’m hoping I remember it in person though. It would be awkward if I forgot my best friend’s name.

It would be funny to look back on, though.

Like how your relationship with Jade is funny now?

Never stick your dick in crazy.

I wish you would have listened to that sometimes, but then I remember Lian is amazing.

I’m a cliché of dumb choices, what can I say Jaybird.

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In Y/N’s house, she would always play loud and sad music when she had the chance, some people thought her mental state was fucked, which sometimes it was, but most of the time the sad music went harder than the happy tunes you would catch from the other side of the house.

But even if music was blasting the loudest it could ever be, somehow she would still find herself lost in her thoughts, whether it was new dance routines or a story she would scribble down in her dream journal. there was something about those little fits of artistic passion she would experience from time-to-time.

It’s hard to put into words how those moments reminded her of the simplier times before sh was thrust into stardom, but also how they reminded her of Jason, and untouched mind she longed to know further. She knew there was so much more to the boy she had gone on dates with.

She would end up ignoring her phone for most of the rest of that day, just because she wanted peace and quiet, when A/N’s lover came over and she had to turn the music up louder so she wouldn’t be disrupted by the obvious.

I just got off of work, how are you? How’s your day been? Jason had texted Y/N while she ws turning up the music.

Well, I just had to turn up my music because my roommate’s lover is over, but other than that I’ve been enjoying peace and quiet in my room, waiting for something to do.

Is texting me something to do?

Yes.

That’s sweet of you. Work was boring though so I hope you don’t expect a story.

I don’t, don’t worry. You don’t always need a story for something to do.

Well, I’m going home with my brothers and dad, and we’re probably going to play office chair racing because I’m a bad boy.

You’re a bad boy?

Was that not funny?

It was pretty funny, isn’t that dangerous though?

Yeah actually, my brother broke his leg playing it and another time my little sister broke her leg playing it.

It seems fun but like, damn, two people have gotten injured playing that game, y’know.

Well if I die it’ll be a fun story!

[valdomarx]

Winterverse: a fic about Geralt and Jaskier sharing beds and catching feelings Previous parts [1] [2] [3] [4]

Jaskier is no coward.

Certainly, Geralt knows he is wont to be overly dramatic about minor inconveniences and rather too concerned with the state of his fine clothes. But when Geralt gets a contract on a dangerous beast, when any normal human would shrink back in fear and hide in their homes, then Jaskier insists on accompanying him.

He rather wishes Jaskier would be a little less brave on occasion. His apparent disregard for his own well being is more of a worry that Geralt would like to admit.

Still, he could never really deny Jaskier anything. So when he begs and wheedles to be brought along on a contract for a fiend, Geralt relents, even knowing the danger the beast presents.

The hunt begins as is typical: finding a victim’s remains, following a scent trail, locating the dark area of forest where the creature is hiding during the daylight hours. Geralt prepares his blade oil and his potions, and Jaskier even helps, handing him ingredients as he needs them. Geralt wonders when Jaskier learned so much about alchemy.

The trek through the forest is damp and dim, but nothing his senses can’t handle. Jaskier trails behind him, jumpy and uncertain.

Most people run away when they see a monstrous, inhuman witcher approaching them. But not Jaskier. When he’s scared, when something unexpected happens, or when immediate danger threatens, Jaskier runs towards Geralt. As if he feels safer beside him.

Geralt is usually too distracted by whatever danger Jaskier has just awoken to dwell on his actions. But when he thinks back on these moments, it makes something tug deep inside his chest to recall how Jaskier’s eyes soften and his body relaxes once he gets near him.

On this particular occasion, Geralt smells the beast before it comes into sight. He’s ready with a Devil’s Puffball bomb the moment the creature’s enormous antlers and scabby, shaggy fur come into view. 

There’s little that surprises Geralt at his age, so he’s not taken aback either by the fiend’s hideous appearance or by its stench. Jaskier, however, is a little less hardened to the realities of monster hunting, and gags as the fiend scuttles towards them on four legs, like a twisted, nightmarish version of a deer.

Geralt throws the bomb high and the creature staggers back, quelled for a moment by the staggering boom the bomb causes in the quiet forest. He doesn’t have much time though, so he knows has to move in fast and hard. He rolls in and slashes in quick, ugly strokes with his silver blade before the beast has time to attack. There is no space for compassion here, and he works efficiently, whittling down its strength in a relentless dance of attacks and dodges.

Jaskier has hidden behind a tree stump, mercifully intimidated enough by the sheer scale of the fiend to stay down. But the moment Geralt looks around to check on Jaskier he knows he has made a mistake in switching his attention.

The fiend rears back and lets out a ear-splitting cry, and Geralt can only watch as its third eye, located in the middle of its forehead, flies opens to reveal a burning red ember, coal-like and smoking.

The forest is plunged instantly into a night as black as pitch. Even with his heightened senses, all Geralt can see is that terrible red eye and all he can hear is the ringing in his ears. He staggers back, vertigo throbbing through his head and the pull of the fiend’s magic churning in his very bones. But this is nothing he hasn’t experienced before, so he steadies himself as Vesemir taught him, regains his balance, and rolls away from the beast to crouch concealed in the darkness.

Jaskier, however, has neither his training nor his experience. Geralt smells Jaskier’s fear more than he sees him, the acrid scent filling his nose as he hears the beast roar and tense, preparing to charge.

He knows Jaskier is in front of him, right in the fiend’s path. He can sense the disorientation and confusion coming off Jaskier; he knows how magnetic the pull of that demonic red eye is to humans, compelled to step closer even as they finally comprehend they are approaching their own oblivion.

Geralt moves fast. He charges forward into the darkness, body checking Jaskier out of the beast’s path and hearing him land with a confused oof in the dirt a few meters away. He doesn’t stop to check on him, instead rolling low and coming up within mere inches of the fiend, close enough that he can feel its stenching breath on his face.

He holds his blade low and thrusts upwards in sharp, vicious bursts, puncturing the beast’s lower jaw. He feels bone and skull shattering beneath his onslaught, and the creature lets out a terrible scream of agony. He has to dodge the wild swinging of its taloned limbs but he doesn’t stop, returning to redouble his efforts . With one final thrust he pushes his sword into its bottom jaw, through its mouth and then its brain and out the top of its skull.

The fiend screams once more, a hideous sound of pain and anger that shakes him down to the marrow, and then it falls. As its red eye dims and finally winks out, the dappled light of the afternoon bleeds back into the forest and Geralt feels like he can breathe again.

As the light returns, he goes straight to Jaskier’s side and picks him up out of the dirt, quickly checking him over. No blood, no obvious injuries, no lasting damage save the woozy, confused expression on his face which indicates a human shaking off an enchantment. He’s fine.

He sets Jaskier on his feet and goes about the messy but necessary business of collecting a trophy from the fiend. It takes him a few minutes of concentration before he notices that Jaskier is uncharacteristically quiet, and that the acrid stench of fear is still hanging around him in clouds.

“Geralt,” Jaskier eventually breaks the silence. “What in the hell was that?”

“Fiend,” Geralt says, factually. “They have ancient forest magic. They can hypnotise humans with their third eye."

Jaskier swallows. “That was the most horrific thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Strangely, Jaskier isn’t waving his arms around or being melodramatic. His voice is small and quiet, and his arms are wrapped around his body. Geralt has never seen him this subdued.

A lingering effect of the magic, he assumes. It’s just a bit of trickery. Jaskier will shake it off soon enough.

“It’ll make for a good song, hmm?” he says, lightening the mood, trying to cheer Jaskier as he’d assume he wants. But Jaskier only pales further and says nothing.

.

Geralt doesn’t understand humans. He realises this more and more as he spends time with Jaskier. From his point of view, today went as well as could have been hoped: the job is complete, no one had been injured, and he’d been paid in full for once. There’s an inn where they can eat and rest. The alderman even thanked him for slaying the fiend. It’s as close to a good day as he gets.

But Jaskier won’t settle. He won’t sit down for more than a minute and he’s been fidgety all night. He hasn’t so much as made a joke, or hummed an annoying tune, or strummed at his lute all evening. Instead, he paces.

Geralt rarely experiences fear these days, but he does remember how it felt as a child. The crushing weight on your chest, the way your feet seem to be glued to the floor, when the air is pulled from your lungs with such force you can’t even scream. He remembers it as a sharp and pointed thing, something acute and of the moment, something to be deflected and overcome. Something temporary.

He doesn’t remember this lingering feeling of distress that’s radiating off Jaskier, long after the danger has passed. The fiend is dead. Why would Jaskier still be afraid? It makes no sense.

Geralt tries to provides comfort the ways he knows how to: he makes sure Jaskier has the larger portion of food, and he moves so he is not blocking the door and Jaskier can always see the exit.

It doesn’t seem to help, and Jaskier remains quiet and withdrawn. Geralt never thought he’d miss Jaskier’s incessant chattering, but he finds himself uncomfortable with the silence that stretches out without Jaskier’s words to fill it.

He determines he will tell Jaskier the legends about fiends, where they come from, what their weaknesses are, which organs can be cut out and sold or used for potions. For him, having this knowledge of a creature makes it less intimidating: here are the facts, and with those you are forearmed should you ever need to face one.

It doesn’t seem to work with Jaskier. He barely gets out a few words about the differences between fiends and chorts before Jaskier cuts him off, with a terse, “I’ve had quite enough of fiends for one day.”

It’s odd, because Jaskier usually loves to hear about monster classifications. It’s one of the things Geralt likes most about him, the way he pays attention to the things that Geralt says and the way he appreciates the finer details that others overlook. But Geralt is out of ideas and Jaskier is still on edge, so they retire to bed.

.

Their room is spacious and even has two beds, making it practically luxurious by their usual standards. Yet Jaskier is still downcast.

“It’s okay,” Geralt tries one last time, stumbling only slightly over his words. “The fiend is dead. It can’t hurt you now.”

Jaskier looks at him, and myriad emotions parade across his face in a matter of seconds, racing by too fast for Geralt to comprehend. “I know,” Jaskier says eventually, bottom lip wobbling. Tears are welling in his eyes. “It’s just -”

He trails off, and then he’s bounding across the room and clutching Geralt, fisting his shirt tightly in his hands. “I really thought I was going to die.”

“Oh.” Geralt stills for a moment, uncertain how to react to this flagrant display of emotion. But he puts his arms around Jaskier, and it’s easier that he would have thought to hold him and to stoke gentle circles into his back, the same way he’d calm Roach if she were scared. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Jaskier sniffles and tucks his face into Geralt’s neck. “It was horrible,” he says, voice wobbling. “It was like every dark, awful feeling I’ve ever had was magnified and I knew the fiend was going to rip me apart and even then I was drawn to it. Like I wanted it to kill me. I couldn’t stop it.”

“It’s okay,” Geralt says again, unsure what he could possibly say that would help. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

Jaskier pulls back and gives him a watery, lopsided smile. “You wouldn’t,” he agrees. His eyes flick to the bed Geralt has taken under the window, and then to his own bed on the far side of the room. “Could I...” he trails off. “Could I sleep in your bed tonight? I’m sorry, I know it’s silly, but I really feel -”

“Of course,” Geralt interrupts him. That’s easily done, and if it makes Jaskier feel better, then it’s no imposition on him. “Of course you can.”

Jaskier manages a smile, a real smile, at that and Geralt is already glad he can be useful. If he’d known that something as simple as physical contact would have helped Jaskier, he’d have offered it sooner.

They shed their clothes and lie together on the uneven straw mattress, each on their back and staring at the ceiling. Jaskier flops to face away and curls up in on himself, bringing his knees up to his chest and holding his arms around his legs.

That doesn’t look like a happy situation, but Geralt is hesitant to impose himself. What comfort could he offer? Still, Jaskier had asked to sleep here, so he’s clearly not averse to Geralt's touch.

Geralt carefully, gently, rolls over and puts an arm around Jaskier’s waist. He‘s ready to back off in an instant should Jaskier show signs of being uncomfortable but... instead, Jaskier sighs softly and relaxes into him.

Good. That’s progress. Geralt shuffles a little closer so that Jaskier can feel his warmth all along his body, and Jaskier uncurls against him with a low hum, bringing his hand up to lace their fingers together.

“You’re safe with me,” Geralt murmurs, voice quiet and, he hopes, reassuring. “I’d never let anything hurt you.”

Jaskier lets out the tiniest sob and Geralt holds him closer, determined to show Jaskier that he’s safe even if he doesn’t know how to put it into words. Without thinking about it, he drops a chaste kiss onto the crown of Jaskier’s head, the wavy hair soft beneath his lips.

The tension leeches out of Jaskier’s body bit by bit, and with each breath in and out that pungent smell of distress lessens and Jaskier’s natural scent of lavender and linseed and home returns. Soon enough, Jaskier slips into sleep as Geralt holds him close.

It’s incredible, really. Every other human Geralt has met has wanted to run from him. They’ve seen his monstrous visage and sensed the aura of death that surrounds him and they’ve felt discomfort and horror and fear. And yet, here is Jaskier, who runs towards him, who follows him around through the mud and the muck just to watch him do his job and sing his praises. And more than that, in his darkest moments, Jaskier feels better for having Geralt around. He feels safer in his presence.

It is an extraordinary gift, to be blessed with such trust, and one which Geralt can only hope in time to live up to.

[redhawtriot]

Baby Boom (Bakugou x Reader)

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I am posting at not my normal time at ALL, but I really wanted to get this chapter out so I can work on my favorite chapter so far lol (month five is boutta be LIT) if the tags aren’t working i’ll fix them tomorrow they are acting weird rn. 

Thx, for the patience. Love y'all

extra chapter warning: sexual harassment, nsfw..ish

HnM 💕

Month 1, Month 2, Month 4

--MONTH 3--

It was a Friday night about two months ago when Katsuki Bakugou had found himself on the second floor of Club 52—or “the booty room”—as it’s so brusquely known.

But he sure as hell didn’t fucking belong here-- Surrounded by drunken idiots when he had to stay alert and keep his mind sharp-- groped on by inebriated/drugged up women who he would simply growl at in return-- drenched in the germy sweat of the fucking extras around him when he could be at home in his clean bed thinking about how to improve himself tomorrow.

Honestly. How in the flying fuck did he let those three walking hairstyles talk him into coming to this shit show?

The driving beat of the music dancing within his chest was his only saving grace, its constant booming throwing him into a state of familiar comfort as he watched the colorful lights burst around him. He had to admit… they were nice…

No!

Fuck that! He still didn’t belong here, dammit! His roommates, Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest, had all three nagged, and nagged, and nagged him to come here the entire week.

At their begging, Bakugou quite frankly wished that he had lost even more of his hearing than he already had from his quirk. Maybe he could find one of his old drumsticks and jam it into his head—or up those idiots’ asses, “Ahh! I’LL GO! JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” It was the only way to keep him from losing his job as a hero and committing a triple homicide. 

So yeah, that’s how he ended up in the booty room—and he wasn’t gonna gratify those damn idiots for even a second by enjoying just an ounce of the hellscape.  

“You’re not drinking, huh?”

A sudden inquiry snapped the man out of his thoughts, and he found himself whipping his head around to face the feminine voice that had cut through the loud room. As soon as his eyes encountered yours, Bakugou felt his jaw drop slightly at the sight.

But then he quickly noticed the way that your eyes flickered down to his mouth, and the mocking way that your lips began curving up into a smirk at his display. He wanted to kiss knock that smug look clean off your pretty face. He immediately clenched his jaw back shut and hardened his traitor of an expression so that no more slip-ups could be had.

The two of you sized each other up for a moment before you slickly glanced over your shoulder with a nod, “So I am guessing those belong to you, then?” you motioned toward Mayonnaise, Ketchup and Mustard—all three of Bakugou’s roommate idiots making a theatrical, display in the middle of the dance floor.

Kirishima—who had long taken his shirt off by this point-- noticed Bakugou’s disapproving gaze and attempted a wave back, only to lean into a drunken stumble.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, snapping his regard from the (flat out embarrassing) show “I’m not anyone’s damn babysitter. They’re grown men. They can fucking handle themselves!”

“Good… I’d like to have you to myself for a while,” you turned to the bar-tending counter and beckoned for two drinks.

Bakugou eyed how the man behind the counter ingested you. He was a lion looking for his prey’s weakness and you didn’t even seem to notice—or care. He glared at the man, subconsciously taking a step toward you to speak as the bartender handed you your drink, “For what?” Bakugou asked you flatly. He didn’t even know why the hell he was entertaining this.

You simply shrugged, throwing your eyes up as innocently as you could with the contrarily wicked smirk that befell your face, “To… talk.”

“Yeah right. You’ve got some freak look in your eye. You want something else.”

“Well, hell yeah! Have you seen yourself?” you laughed and Bakugou couldn’t tell whether the stutter in his chest was from your utter bluntness, or from the melody of your happiness, “Anyway, I wont waste your time—or mine. Come find me if you want to…” you trailed off as you handed him the second drink in your hands. You had to bite your lip from smiling too hard, “…Talk. Ba-Bye~.”

As soon as you were the short ear distance away and faded into the dense crowd, the bartender gave a low whistle, “She was fucking fit as hell. God, the things I would do to her!” Bakugou felt his face twitch suddenly as the man continued his rant, “She’d never be able to walk that pretty little walk ever again. Yo, let’s hope she’ll still be here by the time I get off!” he chuckled but Bakugou didn’t see any thing fucking funny about what the bastard said. He might live in what is effectively a hero’s version of a frat house, but still, he never understood “locker room talk.”

Bakugou angrily downed the entire drink in his tight grip in one long pull before slamming it back onto the counter forcefully. His red eyes burned holes through the bartender’s fearful ones—the cup breaking apart under his palm, “She won’t be. Keep your dirty eyes off her, you bastard,” Bakugou didn’t even allow the man an opportunity to rebuttal as he stormed away, his fiery glare set intently on one thing only—or one person only…

That night Bakugou watched intently as the ceiling above him teetered and danced for a moment—sinking into the deep feeling of numbness that his intoxicated mind had succumbed to after about his fourth drink. He wasn’t exactly used to this feeling—this caving in on himself and sense of absolute relaxation as he melted into his bed.

Sinking.

              ...Sinking.

Wait, was his bed really sinking? His eyebrows furrowed into a state of confusion before he heard a sigh coming from next to him. Things finally clicked into place in his slowed mind.

Oh yeah. That’s right…

He would never get used to having someone else in his bed, probably.

Bakugou turned to where you were imprinting yourself down onto his mattress. You laughed at his stern expression, extending your arm to caress the side of his face, “God, your face is s’ intense like that. It gives me chills,” your thumb danced across the permanent furrow of his eyebrow. There had to be a magnet underneath his skin somewhere right about there that kept the brows in a constant state of attraction.

He snapped his face away from you as the magnet’s strength intensified and twisted his expression even deeper into anger, “Heh?” Goddamn, you were a fucking difficult girl to read for as blunt as you were.

You march up to him in the club like you own the damn place and send him heart eyes and flirtatious body signals, just to stone cold walk away like he never even existed? You proclaim that you want to fuck him, yet made him dance with you for almost an hour before you lead him out?? You let him fuck you in thirty different directions, just to call him out for looking “intense?!!” His friends (if you could fucking call them that) always said that he had an ugly mug, the jealous bastards, but why would a girl he slept with--

“You’re jus’ beautiful is all,” you faintly slurred, instantly hushing any of his thoughts and softening his expression, “People tell me all the time ‘You’re a pretty girl! You should smile more, but why th’ hell should I go around smilin’ for people who don’ deserve it? If they don’ like my resting state, then—”

“Then they can fuck themselves.”

“Yeah,” you looked up at him with a lazy smile. To a sober mind there was no doubt that your expression was an obviously drunken happiness, but to Bakugou’s in that moment—he couldn’t help but think that maybe there was something deeper behind that smile. You giggled, “They can fuck themselves,” you agreed more heartedly-- leaning into Bakugou and rolling him onto his back before snaking your way on top of him. You planted a trail of wet kisses up his neck and finished by making a small bite on his jaw “And maybe you can fuck me,”

Your warm breath on his sensitive neckline made him shiver underneath his skin, but he prayed that you couldn’t feel it. He scoffed to cover the pathetic display, “Again?”

You laughed before planting even more smiling kisses all over him—pressing your body even further into his with each one, “and again. and again. and again…”

“Pervert.” Bakugou tried to grab you by your hips to keep you from grinding into him even further—or at least that was what he intended to do; however, instead he ended up using them to guide your rhythm in rubbing against him.

You laughed again as you sat up on top of him and pressed your hands to his chest—your hips far from slowing down or stopping, “Maybe so, but can y’ really blame me? I have this guy in bed with me who isn’t even tryin’ to make me smile, but I have been fucking cheesin’ it up all night with ‘em.”

Bakugou didn’t even try to fight the growing smile on his face. It really was damn corny and pathetic--whatever this was between the two of you. But it felt so… so fucking right to him.

Still, he was going to tease you-- otherwise he wouldn't be him, “Well, I have this girl in bed with me who won’t stop smiling and it’s really fucking starting to creep me the hell out,” he suddenly flipped you onto the bed and mounted himself on top of you before placing his own assault of kisses on your body. His face only reemerging to take in your stupid, corny, beautiful smile for a long second. 

You were absolutely stunning in every respect of the word.

Yet--

Two months later, the same face that now stood in front of him on the platform of the train station was far from smiling—honestly neither was he. He was pissed the hell off. You didn’t even recognize him until just now?? Was he really so fucking immemorable?

You backed away from the man who had just saved you from falling to the tracks. You took him in one final time as the two of you sized each other up, “I don’t even know what to start…”

Bakugou’s face contorted in such anger that it could have been mistaken for disgust, “How about you start by giving me some fucking answers!” he screamed, causing your heart to drop and your stomach to lurch. The two organs effectively were trying to switch places.

Oh fuck. He knew?

“T-to what…?” You trailed off, but you had a feeling what he was going to say next. He was gonna chew you out about the damn parasite growing in your uterus, but you had no idea how he could have known about that! He shouldn't know that!

Deku didn’t tell... He didn’t! ...Did he?? Your heart raced and assaulted your rib-cage with an armada of thrums.

“Why did you sneak out that morning, huh!?” as soon as the words flew out of his mouth, you paused—your mind not quite able to comprehend his grievance, “I was just some sex toy for you? That it??” When he finished yelling and glared at you with expectancy burning within his red irises, you found yourself tilting your head a bit in astonishment and confusion.

Your heart had dropped, but you couldn't tell if it was from relief or repugnance. 

That? That was the question he needed answers to?

In the grand scheme of the fuckery on hand, his damaged ego was literally not your problem. You crossed your arms as you stretched your neck toward him, “Because it was supposed to be a club hump and dump! So yeah! We were just sex toys! That was kinda the whole fucking point!” Note the fucking emphasis on ‘supposed to be’! Ugh!

A tinge of underlying hurt quickly flashed across the blond’s stern face. You gave a short, sharp sigh in exasperation as you laid your forehead in one of your palms, “Look, I am not exactly here to cater to your wounded pride. Sorry that you caught feelings for me, but I wasn’t exactly obligated to fix you breakfast that day,” the tired, emotional remarks flew out much faster than you could filter them, but you still felt a twinge of remorse as soon as they hit the air.

The man in front of your face look completely stunned as if you just slapped him across the cheek with your words. It actually seemed pretty unnatural on his expression—like a rare, endangered species-- something not many have seen. Soon enough, however, as the dust of your words fell his expression settled back into a more natural state of fury, “You’re fucking right,” he grunted before turning to exit up the stairs of the subway, “I’m not obligated to listen to this horseshit either.”

Oh fuck. What have you done?

You knew that you had laid it on pretty thick, but the emotions you felt were just so damn overwhelming, “Kacchan… I…!” Why couldn’t you have said something different? Nicer maybe?

Whether you liked it or not, your lives were now tied together and this was not a good first impression—or uh-- second impression technically-- whatever! “I promise you’re gonna want to hear the end of this.” you called to his retreating form.

Bakugou’s face shriveled even further, stretching its extent of maximum disgust. Hearing that name come out of your mouth left his stomach feeling ill, “I promise you, I don’t give a fuck”

You slapped your arms at your side as you finally halted in your attempt to get him to stop walking away. Fuck it. You were about to completely call his bluff because you definitely weren’t about to chase him. You were much too tired and emotional for this shit! You just wanted to get home and sleep these random-ass, foreign emotions away, “I’m pregnant.” you simply exclaimed.

Bakugou froze.

In that moment, it was as if the entire world around him had iced over as he replayed your words in his head over and over again. He couldn't have heard you right, “What?” 

The man felt every fiber of his being stiffen. So much so that he couldn’t even bring himself to turn around and face you. In your silence was his answer loud and clear, “How… how the fuck do I know it’s mine?” he murmured, still unable to turn towards you—he didn’t want you to see the raw emotion that his face probably held in that moment.  

You barely even heard him, but the weight of his words was heavy enough to slam down on your ears and cause a burning reaction from you “What?!”

Your shriek finally prompted him to whip himself around, and you almost wish that he didn’t. The mangled mess of feelings transcribed on his face left his cheeks flushed a furious shade of red as he shouted at you,  “You like one-night stands so much—how do you know it’s mine?” With a horrified expression, you glanced around you for a moment to the other people in the subway, who immediately adverted their gazes.

“Hell, You’ve been hanging around that bastard, Deku. How do I know it’s not his?” You looked back to Bakugou with a choked ‘Wow!’ that could be interpreted as “Are you fucking kidding me right fucking now??” These strangers were getting one hell of a show, too.

You stormed up to him to keep him from shouting your all of your dirty laundry into the air, “Deku and I aren’t—” You stopped yourself. Would any fucking thing you said to this man make a difference? He didn’t know you from fucking Adam-- or from fucking Adam. You groaned in annoyance, “Look! I know that it’s yours because you're the only idiot I have slept with in months! An idiot who doesn’t know how to use a goddamn condom apparently!” you half whispered to him as your spectators began eyeing you again. You flipped them off as Bakugou continued,

“I’m the idiot?! Well if you could ACTUALLY FUCKING REMEMBER that night then you would know that we did use condoms the first three times! They ran out and you told me to keep going,” He screamed—by this point you’d given up hope of containing your melodrama as he continued loudly, “What idiot says that unless they are on birth control or something?!”

You throw your face in your hands with a shriek of a sigh before looking back up to his furious face “Here’s the deal,” you decided to completely ignore his comment, becoming tired of this theatrical display of emotions spewing from him,  “I can’t spontaneously conjure up some proof that this-- this thing is yours but I assure you it fucking is. But hey!! If you don’t want to stick around, I am not the type of person to make you. I can deal with this myself,” his face fell a bit as you swiftly turned yourself around to make your exit, but you didn’t make it far before you felt a heavy hand grab you by the wrist.

“Let’s say it is mine...,” Bakugou offered flatly, “You don’t think I can handle it” his daring tone left your mind whirling. This wast a fucking wrestling match or even one of his villain attacks! He continued, “You’re dumber than you look if you think I’m gonna let my kid grow up without me. Give me your fucking number,” He easily snatched your phone from your front pocket with a slight protest coming from you, but ultimately, you really were tired as hell and just wanted this day to be over with al-fucking-ready. You sighed as he put his number in your phone—your mind briefly wandering why you didn’t put a password on the damn thing.

In a short instant, he shoved your device back to you and promptly turned on a heel. Only acknowledging you once more to tell you to “Stay off of the fucking train tracks,” before he stiffly marched away. Good riddance. 

You couldn’t even blame the spectators anymore. This was a mess. This was a downright, melodramatic, teen drama on CW disaster. This was… this was your life now.

Fuck…

“Oooh... no smiles today, huh?”

About a week later you found yourself walking up the stairs to a modern mansion with stupid windows for walls. A true sign of pretentiousness and obvious lack of shame. This house was a display for all to see... kinda like your argument with that Bakugou last week. 

You shook this thought out of your mind and put your ‘work cap’ back on. You were on your way to get some test shots in for the week with your new hair cut that the agency had forced on you recently.

Instead of throwing her a “What’s there to smile for?” like you wanted to, you threw her a “This better?” and forced a small smile at the girl, Dina, who had traveled along with you to get her test shots done today as well. Usually for these kinds of things, you would be alone as you traveled to the photographer’s house, but it was always nice to have someone come with you so you weren’t complaining—well-- not about her company at least.

There truly was nothing to smile for recently. You were pregnant with a raging, quirkcist asshole’s child, said asshole won’t answer any of your damn texts or calls that aren’t directly related to the prenatal appointment that you two have later today, Deku hasn’t been able to hang out with you as much because of his work, and as trivial as this may seem, you looked in the mirror today to saw a completely different person.

You were quite used to your agency drastically changing your hair, but that, along side the obvious rounding of your face and the speckles of hormone induced facial topography growing on your skin, led you to a slight identity crisis. The girl in the reflection was a sloppy second to who you used to be and you hated it-- you hated sharing this body.

“Trouble in paradise with Deku, Y/N?” her tone had a hint of worry in it as she rung on the doorbell to the modern house. You could only give her a slight shrug as the bell sung out,

“I’m fine. Really.” you lied. 

“Hello, hello!” The photographer’s voice loudly blared out before the door could even fully open to reveal him. He gave you a shocked glance, “What a pretty lady—pretty ladies!” he corrected as he stepped aside and invited you in with the swing of his arm. You rolled your eyes as he turned his back to walk through the house. He looked like the textbook definition of a douchebag. 

Fuck not judging a book by it’s cover. If it walks like a duck. Talks like a duck. Then it’s probably a misogynistic asshole who only got into photography to get away with his sick urge to take photos of unfamiliar women.

“Okay ladies, I just want to preface by saying that you can feel comfortable around me, alright? I think of all my models as a family,” Dina stiffened into a board as he came over and rested his hand on her hip. She forced her lips into a fine line that could resemble a smile as he firmly patted her, “This shouldn’t take too long-- only about five to six hours, ‘kay?”

Your face scrunched up, but you just wanted to get this day over with so you could go to that stupid appointment and wouldn’t have to deal with “Cockugou” for another few weeks. Throughout the next few hours, the photographer actually wasn’t too bad. He was for sure creepy, but you noticed that he wasn’t so bold with you as he had been with Dina earlier. Of course there were little off hand comments like, “You are doing sexy.” instead of “you are doing great.” And he would refer to both you and Dina as “baby” is a husky, drawn out tone—like he was moaning, but besides that he was actually being pretty calm.

Until he wasn’t.

“Okay! Now take your tops and bra off,” both you and Dina paused as the camera flashed once more. As the two of you threw each other a wary glance the photographer spoke up again, “Trust me, I have a vision. You’re gonna love it!”

“I- I just don’t feel comfortable with that,” Dinah spoke up feebly. She looked to you for support, so you nodded before she returned her gaze to him, “Do you think… maybe we could do something else?”

The photographer sighed and threw his nose into pinched fingers as if you all had offended him, “Look honey, you’re not that photogenic. I am having to bust my ass off not to capture that cellulite on the back of your thighs, so when I tell you to do something, it’s for a reason.”

You glanced over to Dina with a horrified expression. You noticed that her hands were clenched at her sides and shook ever so slightly after she subconsciously rubbed the back of her thighs-- you also noticed a prominent thigh gap in between the two tiny appendages. You shot your stern glare back over to the photographer.

He sighed again—this time even harder than before, “Take five!” he frustratedly pulled out a box of cigarettes and stormed over to his patio outside—the glass door slamming shut behind him.

You walked over to Dinah and hesitantly found your hands drifting toward her. You were never really good at cheering people up. Hell, you had to rely on alcohol to cheer you up for the vast majority of you adult (and a little bit of your pre-adult) life. Still, you took her shaking hands in your own. “Hey. Don’t listen to that asshole. If you’re not comfortable...”

“I have done nude shots before, but this just feels… wrong. Doesn’t it?” she refused to look you in the eyes as hers glazed over in a thick sheet of shame. She was right. Nude shots were nothing new at all. In fact, some of your best shots had been done in the nude—they had the potential to be true art, but this? This was wrong.

She shook her head,“But I just… I don’t want to be unprofessional.”

“We can walk out right now. I’ll call Ainu and tell her what’s up I am sure she’ll understand,” as soon as you began walking to gather up some of your belongings, her voice spoke up once more—this time much colder than before,

“Maybe for you. Y/N, you could get away with murder at our agency-- you know that, right? You’re the one who bought Ainu her ticket to the top-- her golden child,” she sneered. You threw your eyes toward her own—not quite comprehending if this was the same person still talking to you.

It was, but this Dina had tears growing in her eyes, “Not everyone can half-ass everything and not care…” her voice shook. The two of you just stared at each other as wild emotions filled your expressions and overflowed into the room to drown you.

The patio door clicking open snapped you out of your trance and Dina furiously began wiping her eyes clean as the photographer reemerged, “Alright pretty ladies! Who’s ready to get back into things?”

You sighed.

With a quick roll of your eyes you angrily threw your top off—not even giving the girl with you a second glance as she did the same and the two of you settled yourself into position. The atmosphere was certainly much heavier than it had been before, but the photographer obviously couldn’t read the room,

“Y/N might I say, that your tits looks wonderful! Have you gotten a job recently? I mean- they look huge!”

Okay. 

That. Was. It. You couldn’t fucking hold it back anymore, “Talk about my tits again and I’ll stab you in the neck with your own goddamn tripod,” you kept posing as if you totally hadn’t just threatened someone’s life, but the photographer fell away from his camera, shock painted on his expression. Slacking on the job. Huh, who’s the unprofessional one now?

“…S-sweetheart I—”

“Don’t you fucking ‘sweetheart’ me!” you screamed, storming up to point a finger in his face. This surge of random emotion overwhelmed you. You had never felt this before—like you were gonna explode if you didn’t unleash it. And unleash it, you did, “The fuck is your problem?! You get some kick outta being a perverted asshole, asshole?!”

Dinah tried to come pull you back by the shoulders, “Y/N, maybe you should just calm dow—”

“No! Fuck this bastard!!” you smack her hands away as the photographer gets up and crossed his arms,

“This is so unprofessional. You women always jump to conclusions. Why cant you ever just take the compliment?”

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TAKE MY FOOT UP YOUR--”

And that’s how you ended up getting sent home two hours early. You had attempted to call Deku to rant about the harsh encounter, but he was at work. You supposed that saving lives a a little bit more important than “The Dramatic Tale of a Quirkless Model” or whatever fucking CW show your life had become. Your mind briefly fleeted to calling Bakugou, but he certainly wouldn’t answer anyway. No. Fuck that.

So you decided to text Deku and cry into your pillow instead,

You:

[2:49pm]

I mean he was just such a fucking dick!

I should have actually stuck my foot up his ass but he for sure would have liked it🙄

Seriously. I don’t mind nude photos

But there is a difference between art/photography and porn

Deku:

Right!!

Well I’m glad you stood up for yourself!

You:

No! Don’t tell me tht!😫

Deku:

I am upset tha you stood up for yourself…?

You:

UGHHH

I just wish tht I had just walked out

But the other girl wouldn’t leave and I couldn’t leaver her their

There*

God

Ainu is gonna 💀me for this

Deku:

How can I help you?

I’ll find what I can on the photographer?

You:

Talk Kacchan into not going to our clinical visit.👉👈

You knew that Deku really wanted to go, and honestly you would really prefer if he did. Regardless, Deku stood up for his childhood bully like the saint he was,

Deku:

Y/N! He’s the father. he deserves to go, don’t you think?

Also!

Don’t forget Baby Notes vol 1! I wrote some questions for you to ask!

You stifled a small laugh as you eyed that stupid goddamn notebook he left on your nightstand one of the few days he stopped by your home.

You:

Grr

I can’t handle Cockugou’s moodiness right now

And I-- Oop!

Speak of the devil. He’s here.

Talk later k?💕kith!

You snatched the notebook from your nightstand and marched to your front entrance. The knocking at your door was downright disrespectful—constantly switching between pounding knocks on your door and vigorous successions of the doorbell ringing.

“Fucking. Calm. Down!” you screamed out the door before answering, revealing Bakugou’s stern gaze,

“What the hell took you so long?” he huffed, causing your face to scrunch up into an expression that mirrored his own. 

“I had to walk to the damn door, you know! I’m quirkless? No teleportation quirk here!” He only clicked his tongue at your response. You noticed the way his eyes drifted down to the notebook in your hands before they narrowed into even tighter slits.

“Let’s just fucking go, already,” he took your wrist and led you out of the house before shutting your door. You could really just knock him the hell out. Okay, maybe you couldn't, but your weak ass might just be able to get one good hit in! He deserved it, not replying to any of your attempts to reach out to him past talking about the appointment,

“Why didn’t you answer my texts all week?”

“I was busy.” he simply said, not even bothering to look you in the eye. This was the last time he spoke up for a long while. In fact, you didn't even hear his voice again until later when the two of you sat in the small, shoebox of a room in the clinic with the prenatal physician,

“This is your first appointment, right?” the doctor, was extremely old looking and your mind phased into a grim question of ‘how the hell can someone so close to death know jack about birth?’

You tried your best to push these dark thoughts out of your head as you gave him a slight answer, “Yeah…” you laid back on the crinkly paper covered recliner and lift your shirt a bit for the examination. You looked down at the small, hardly noticeable bump in your lower abdomen and internally cringed. 

“This is the father?” you knew that it didn't really matter, and that he was probably just trying to make you comfortable and spark up some small talk, but you rally didn't wanna hear it out loud. 

You couldn't bring yourself to answer, but Bakugou loudly spoke up, filling the absence of your voice, “Why the hell else would I be here, old man?” he scoffed and twisted his face away from everyone. 

You raised an eyebrow at his rudeness, but from the vast stories that Deku had told you about him, you shouldn't have been surprised. But still, it was like seeing a mythical creature in real life-- a grumpy troll under a bridge, if you will. 

The doctor gave a loud laugh at Bakugou’s remark, causing both you and him to snap your surprised gazed to the elderly man, “You’d be surprised at the shit I have seen, son. Someone brought their neighbor for the entire 39 weeks once-- the husband came in only once or twice, I think.”

You couldn't help but to laugh at this. Your doctor’s voice had a much more youthful demeanor than he had originally led on, “Oh, they were definitely fucking behind the husbands back,” you smirked.

“So Mama Bakugou,” 

And just like that your smile was completely wiped off of your face, “This is your first child right?” the doctor asked. You felt Bakugou throw you a fleeting expectant look. You assumed that it was probably because he hadn't even thought to ask you this question. The two of you really didn't know each other. Matter of a fact, this doctor, with your list of medical history in his hand, probably knew a lot more than the father of this ‘it’ inside of you. 

“L/N actually,” you corrected, “and yes, it is.” with that, Bakugou’s glare drifted back off into unconcerned and uncaring territory as he found a sudden interest in the glass container of gloves on the counter. 

“Well you look about 10 weeks along. They’ll be about the size of a strawberry right now-- almost done with your first trimester.” he trailed off as he began coating your stomach with some sticky jelly substance. 

“What??” you could have sworn that you had only met Bakugou about two months ago right? So does that mean...

“The date of conception would have actually been a little closer to about 7 or 8 weeks ago. We just count by the first day of your last period. No need to get worried about the neighbor, I don’t think, Papa Bakugou,” he winked to the blond, who only gave a scoff in return. You let out a slight sigh of relief. 

The recipe for the rest of this appointment as the doctor searched your organs for your uterus in the ultrasound included him making small talk and Bakugou ignoring it with you giving slight answers here and there,

However, finally, something really caught both of your’s attention, “I think that you guys should take time today to find your primary care physician,”

“Why not you, idiot?” Bakugou spoke up and it shocked you. You were surprised he cared about this out of everything. 

“I am thinking that I should send you to someone with a specialty in a multiple pregnancy birth.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you and Bakugou shared a brief, terrified glance at one another, “What...?” Bakugou spat.

“You see these two circles? It looks like you’ve got two buns in the oven! Congrats on the twins!,” 

T...wins...?

The world bean fading into a blur for you as he continued, “Now You are a little past getting the neural tube check, but we can get you started in on some genetic testing and counseling’s. Every thing is looking alright, but we just want to…”

The world around you moved in a blurry, choppy chain of images as your mind tried its best to comprehend the knowledge it had been given. So... not only were you carrying one parasite... but two?

You couldn't bring yourself to listen the rest of the appointment, and you had a feeling that Bakugou wasn't picking up on much else after the shocking news either. 

If you thought that commute to the hospital was quiet, the walk back to your apartment was even more so.

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so i watched cobra kai all in two days and i have so many -

this show has so many cool and smart angles to it, but the same time.... its so stupid oh my god everyone is so dumb literally mr miyagi held all of the braincells in this whole universe 

like i am but at the same time i am not surprised it was made like this, bc in hindsight of course there were hordes of ppl simping over johnny lawrence ....  but it still amuses me that this is like... an Actual Official Thing

ok this will get long so cut it is

how much fun this cast has is super visible and i love it

i rly enjoy how the world was expanded ! i did grow up watching the karate kid movies, so watching how they progressed the world of the movies so organically was pretty cool. it rly feels like its the same universe

i fucking LOVE stories that are largely about a Thing. dancing ,skating, sports its just so thrilling to experience this all consuming relationship people can have with this type of activity? and martial arts are just that much more intense, so yeah, grown ass men kicking each other around at the lightest provocation and a war veteran caring so much abt teen karate is Ridiculous.... but i love it all because thats the intensity i find so thrilling

was kinda surprised with how much im missing mr. miyagi. first because, like everyone is so unhinged jesus christo, it just really throws into relief how much his character grounded the narrative of the movies. but also hes just a really great character

and on that note it rly Gets Me that the show itself aknowledges that and plays that into daniels angst and all the little ways they sorta weave myiagisms into the whole show........ im not getting emotional over this dumb karate dads show OK

related - i really miss hearing ‘daniel-san’ 🥺🥺

ACE DEGENERATE oh god oh no

they really went down the down and out johnny lawrence route huh. like i was always kinda bummed we see kreese choking him and then we never see him again in the movies, and while i love dumpster fire problematic trash himbo ck johnny, its like......................... actually really sad that his life turned out like this fjngn

everytime i hear ‘babes’ and ‘pussy’ i die a little inside. i know thats the point but i am a v cringe easy person, have mercy (ehe)

loved the way they are constantly drawing parallels between johnny and mr. myiagi of all people. hes the handy man of his building that has a bullied kid asking for help and eventually steps up to teach them karate, beats up a bunch of bullies for him, creates a friendship with said kid, estranged from family, drinks his sorrows away, surprisingly one of the least quick to anger characters (which says more about everyone else really but.... Well.), no schemes or ulterior motives hes just tryna vibe here.... oh and ofc magically heals miguel of is asthma apparently. the true disciple.. meanwhile daniel is his usual messy petty self even tho he wants to be mr myiagi so bad 

also interesting about that is how miguels character is a parallel of both johnny and daniel at the same time

overall the parallels in ck are done really well, drawing comparisons and also subverting them constantly. theyre well thought out

THE PARALELOGRAMS

fr tho, the angle being explicitly the cycle of trauma and its effects and how trumatized adults in turn traumatize kids, maliciously or not, is so interesting

but! on the flip side of that, it feels like the writers are getting in their own way @ letting the characters grow. especially this last season. theres only so many times you can do "johnny and daniel are getting along but 5mins later they are (literally) fighting over some dumbass random issue" or "johnny puts in 20% of effort with robby and then gives up" before it gets on your nerves yknow?

i see daniel no longer talks like macchio ingested 15 shots of espresso before every take and idk how to feel about that tbh

interesting tension in daniel, as in, in tkk mr miyagi was there and daniel was frankly, kind of a lil shit, this messy petty spitfire hot tempered sassy kid,(johnny lawrence voice: just... stop being so annoying) but now hes the adult, and he wants to be mr. miyagi... but hes just not, and never will be to his very core and it shakes him and in a way hes trying to find who he is now that he sees himself in a position to be a not! cobra kai figure. i kinda really like that 

plus how that relates to his cobra kai trauma. idk if the writers thought abt it Like That, i think so, but in any case, its interesting bc it seems like daniel has told everyone whod listen about johnny lawrence his Pretty Boy Karate Rival and high school and 84 cobra kai... But. no one seems to know what went on in 85 (or 86? idk) which was just so much worse

like ye og cobras were shitheads, but tkk iii is just two hours of daniel being emotionally and physically tortured. 

like, the third movie is.............chaotic, to put it nicely, and many people ignore it, but the writers clearly didnt. daniels actions are, in a way, responding so much more to the events of tkk iii than to the first movie ie. johnny himself, AND. daniel doesnt rly seem to have dealt with that trauma? he never told sam? doesnt feel like hes ever told amanda? he doesnt even say terrys name out loud? freaks Out over kreese ? the way he reacts to robbys deceit? his FACE when he walks past the new "fear does not exist in this dojo" paint or kreeses photo? hmMm i sense Pain

his fashion tho........... disappointing. where are the flower shirts daniel huh we had one (1) shirt what a tragedy STOP WEARING SUITS ALL THE TIME . also the band ts/grunge bi are a look for johnny but part of me longs for the preppy lovable 80s bully chic johnny lawrence getups

weird that they never used that last moment of karate kid where johnny kinda... snaps out of his anger and hands daniel the trophy almost in tears. like “youre alright larusso, good match” “thanks a lot”  that being their last direct interection seems like itd be perfect fruit for cobra kai but... they just dont. weird. 

especially when, the FIRST SCENE they see each other, suposedly in 30+ years, the first thing to come out of daniels mouth is QUOTE "u still got those golden locks huh?" WHO SAYS SHIT LIKE THAT DANIEL FUCKING SAN 

also amandas immediate reaction "your pretty boy rival?" like. can we talk about the fact that daniel had to have imparted to his wife the very important information that his high school bully/karate rival was like Really Cute and Fucking Hot Actually

 the writers Knew exactly what they were doing and honestly.............. power to them

tkk director voice: and billy was just so cute  

also I was thinking that daniel sounded strangely fond in that first scene, and i wonder if he developed a weird affection for johnny on the grounds that of all of his Karate Rivals johnny was actually the only one who didn’t actively tried to literally kill him

i was actually delightedly surprised with how great the chemistry between them is, like from the get go i am Invested. their rl friendship totally bleeds through and its fantastic

. granted, idiots enemies to lovers friends is my Thing so i am biased  

johnny lawrence: i am down in the dumps, i fucked up my whole life and my sons probably, largely in light of the trauma that the father figure sensei and the philosophy of my karate inflicted on me and all my friends. u know what i should do, as a traumatized, unreliable mess of an adult? teach that same philosophy to some other kids! what could go wrong! 

but really i enjoy the setup of it. i kinda like that i watched it late because, season 1 was johnny setting himself up for failure in a way and it was exciting to watch it all go to shit sjfn

Like. his heart might be in the right place, but theres just.... not a way to teach something like ‘strike hard, no mercy’ and not have it fuck up a kid 

case and point: aisha, miguel and hawk become annoying as all hell over that bullshit in the end of s1, even before shit gets truly fucked up

billys subtle panicked eyes when he sees hawk and miguel fighting dirty in the all valley was SO GOOD especially in parallel with the panic that is so visible in his face in the movie when kreese tells bobby to injure daniel and in the sweep the leg scene 

seen people question wether kreese should have returned and i absolutely think he needed to. johnny needed to realize that cobra kais fundamentals are flawed, at the root, beyond kreese himself being a toxic piece of shit 

also who are we kidding? we are here to see the tkk characters play on new playgrounds!

i get what they're doing abt kreeses backstory, ( also. cobra kai. pq eles caem nas cobras djjs sorry) but did it need to take up that much time? feels like they couldve  done it in half the run time and developed some other stories better 

martin kove has such an evil eye. i love it

love that we get a good follow up to kreese breaks johnnys trophy and tries to CHOKE HIM in the parking lot, which happened in the movie and then....................... was never mentioned again

“the gang is all back together again” aaaa u piece of SHIT 

also. terry silver is definetely appearing ha ha ha PAIN i cant wait

seen ppl say kreese was too much of a cartoon villain like..........................oh......... sweetie........... u dont even Know

interested how johnny will fit into that bc kreese was simping rly hard for johnny here. like i did not expect him to be so adamant to have him with cobra kai ... under his control, sure, but he really wants johnny by his side despite already having control of the dojo and how will terry silver self appointed jon kreeses forever simp going to feel abt that? 

like bitchs dropping by every episode like ‘joooooohnny ..... come bacc to me joooonny......... this ur last warning! for real this time johnny! i wont say it again! watch me ! im leaving johnny! im rly leaving ! im dragging a chair” and johnny is just like. dont let the door hit ya bitch it was so funny pls

and on that subject oof, johnny! doesnt! Know! he doesnt get that side of daniels cobra kai trauma. and i kind of.............. cannot wait for ck 2021 johnny lawrence to meet terry silver like. what a shit show i need a front row seat and popcorn (imagine terry tries some greasy charm and johnny just roundhouse kicks him in the teeth bc he just doest Not Have the Patience for This. glorious)

feels like we, as a society, should acknowledge that cobra kai will never die................ bc their sense of design is just chefs kiss. their name is COBRA KAI. they have sexie sleeveless black gis. theyve sneks. colorful leather jackets with embroided naja insignia, the get ppl thru the aesthetics. evil geniuses

the flashback cuts : masterpiece behavior

the other takes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! of the movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the differente angles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! of the FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE CLOSE UP ON JOHNNYS FACE AT THE KICK 

that scene of daniel and johnny vibing to 80s music in the car. just. oh my god. the fan wish fullfilment. no thoughts head empty.

the new characters! theyre .... good. but. idk. i really like miguel (save for the annoying phase mid s1 - end s2) and amanda, who is a damn riot and has some functioning braincells, but everyone else is       

like dont get me wrong, i dont hate anyone,its not a jane and rafael from jtv situation,  and i am interested and invested in their arcs, but i wouldnt say i like   Like them, as in, personality wise 

like, sams grappling with ptsd was rly gutting and i enjoyed that plus her slight rage issues, 

which nicely parallel torys rage issues. torys background is all over the place tho so im pretty on the fence abt her so far

robby deserves better in every way, and i like how smart and cunning and surprisingly sweet he is

hawk............... is there i guess,

 demetri is annoying in the best way possible,

 carmen is sweet but. i just feel like her character is blunted to make the johnny relationship easier. like when shes furious with him after miguels injury but then forgives him like an episode later? and then convinces him to fight for the tournament bc she had a karate epiphany off screen even tho she was always against it? meh. feels like with the plot thiccening she was swallowed and now shes like a crutch for johnny mora than anything, which is disappointing.

aisha was cool and im kinda mad she wasnt in s3, especially bc a storyline with her tory and sam was like RIGHT THERE , but also... cant say i was super super fond of her... doesnt feel like we ever spent enough time on her

moon the bi icon, 

overall its a good cast but the main draw for me remains the og cast 

the tory/sam miguel/robby Thing. enjoy how theyre Narrative Foils and i like how their stories were so dramatically entangled but oh god give me a break with the teenage love square for the love of god. if u gonna put us through that at least have the decency to not make it so straight

and honestly some sam/tory        miguel/robby romantic tension would even make more sense. just saying! 

also im not sure how i feel abt the cobra kai: red miyagi do: blue theyre going with since some of daniels most iconic looks in tkk are also red. like it was a color they (johnny and him) sorta shared. i get it, opposite but complementary but idk... a little too fire nation and water tribe for me .

 and like the cobra kai kids are so funny abt it bc their outifts grow progressively more ridiculously coordinated. its like do they group chat every morning before leaving their houses? 

robby still sticks out like that tho. he went thru an athleisure/daniel san tsleeves phase and now hes back in the bandts grunge, but his color scheme doesnt fully blend with the other cobra kais. hmmmm.

LOVED LOVED LOVED both the okinawa episode and the cobra kais easy rider episode just such good good heart aching fun

bobby is an icon. he was in tkk and he is now ck hope appears more and more

 tommy is like the most iconic background character. all his lines, freaking gold then and now. sigh :( 

the framing in the okinawa trip was so good everything was so good

i stand by the fact that kumiko was the love interest daniel had the most chemistry with and shes is overall such a joy to watch, loved to see her again, idola, fashion icon

also tkk ii is good u guys are just mean

also really enjoyed chozens role in the episode, his evolution; i love that they introduced the pressure points (ty lee the blueprint) and! the honk + karate! cousins! absolutely iconic

when kumiko reads mr miyagis letters........ oh my god, my eyes FILLED with tears, it was so heart wrenching :(( tamlyns delivery was so emotional and lovely and its so obvious everyone involved in ck has so much love and respect for pat morita and mr miyagi as character, and i adore that it exists like this electric current through the show

when we were watching i told my sister i thought that ali would be miguels big shot surgeon and ngl i am so disappointed that didnt happen. hire me cobra kai writers

also the johnny ali daniel amanda chemistry? off the charts

AND the sassy retconning of daniel and alis breakup! LMAO ‘I HOPE U DIDNT TELL MR MIYAGI IT WAS MY FAULT’ HFDJJGNKFKSD

i am preeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetty sure back injuries dont work like that    but oke

daniel and johnny are so good together whenever, like they never actually help the kids or get shit done and end up fighting anyway but its just so much fun when theyre hanging

JOHNNY LAWRENCE AND DANIEL LARUSSO FIGHTING TOGETHER

daniels “plan” on how to get robby to juvie was so stupid. literally were u TRYING to make him hate you. dumbass

parents at those hearing rly brave for ppl that did not do ANYTHING as their kids got involved in a karate gang war until now

“bullshit i heard u were the real bully!” i mightve screeched

this s3 ending was SO DRAMATIC omg

everyone is such a MESS go to THERAPY u unhinged motherfckers

also im sorry but uh. a richass neighborhood in california doesnt have some type of neighborhood watch? the larussos rly dont have any security at all? neighbors wont hear the sound of a damn karate brawl happening next door??? also wasnt tory all like ooo i cant go to juvie, my mom yada yada yet shes always running around town getting into fights even at the rich girls house she was kicked out of school for fighting??   ?  ??    ??        ?                ?    ?          ??                  ?    ? girl??

stop destroying the larussos house, its so pretty :((((

sam finding her center looking at mr miyagis picture...  uwu maybe

robby yelling ‘U ARE WEAAK’@  johnny \as he is easily blocking him is like.... so funny and so sad to me. sweetheart. 

also i know it was meant as ‘oh johnny pushes him and HURTS HIM’ but it just looks like robby runs himself into the lockers and IM SO SORRY I FEEL SO BAD BUT IT WAS SO FUNNY 

i like that he and tory are the cobra kai kids now. we need ppl we care abt there to not revert to a good vs evil schtick, and this is the most engaging it could be... tho it hurts that these kids cant catch a break

ah yes "lets bet some real shit on the result of this teen karate tournament bc that is always a great idea" is BACK

so daniel saves johnny from kreese..... maybe johnny will save him from terry 🧐

and dojos unite ohohoho. lets SEE how that’ll work out 

miguels face of Despair when the ck defectors and the md kids are bickering like 'this is never gonna work' : gold

also. Johnny Lawrence is gonna learn some myiagi-do karate AHAAHSJAKDFH

 ive been waiting for this moment all my lifeeee oh lawrd 

final thoughts! there are def things i hope the writers will improve on the next season, but i am very excited for it either way AND i feel like it has made me enjoy the movies even more and that is a win for a reboot/sequel to me!!

[p1nkwitch]

The actual conversation this time @nonbinaryeye

Almost there.

Your name is PETER LUK-

No, we are not doing this.

Peter sits in Oliver's land overseeing what he has to do, Annabelle was very specific about it, and the amount of time he would have before things get out of hand, once he uses the needles to scratch that thing, is counted.

Still he stalls, swinging his legs back and forth just appreciating the view from his spot. Peter feels truly nothing right now, not about his impending death or anything in particular. He is stalling because there is one thing left he has to do and he is wondering if he will do it.

From under his shirt he takes out the necklace with all of their wedding rings, he stares at it a little bit, before he dangles it over the edge of the building. The world is quiet and muffled, like it has never been before.

Peter thought that he knew forsaken well, being raised for it, but here it was even more intoxicating. He recalls vaguely Elias explain to him that because the amount of living creatures in the game is so small compared to the earth, and some of the things that live here are not developed enough to fear most of what their entities represent, they started to feed more from them while at the same time amping up their powers.

That plus their fight with the horrorterrors above made them more dangerous.The game was collapsing from the force of the supernatural things that followed them trying to survive by messing with it from the inside.

Finally what Annabelle said came to mind too, that they would be bringing them too in their trip to the new session. Peter thinks that it makes no sense. If they were getting so bad here, would it not make sense to drop them to die while they ran? Not that he would want to exist without forsaken by his side, god's no, he would rather burn on this planet than to do that, he wouldn't even know what to do.

Still those are all thoughts for those who like to overthink and speculate, he merely wants to see the place a little before death, his grip on the necklace slackens, but he doesn't drop it yet.

He cant.

Because there is one last thing he has to do before that.

FORSAKENTUNDRA started pestering WATCHERSCROWN and BEATINGHEART

FT: Hello

WC: THERE YOU ARE!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MAD I AM RIGHT NOW??

BH: Peter what the everloving hell!! Where were you?! How could no one find you!!!!

FT: Did Annabelle and Simon get there yet?

WC: DO NOT IGNORE ME PETER LUKAS OR SO HELP ME

BH: No, you three are the only ones missing , we haven't seen Simon since yesterday when he teleported out of the meeting. What is going on??

WC: You reached God Tier!!

FT: I did and no thanks to you, considering you pretty much left me for dead after your archivist killed me. Anyways, they will tell you, once they get there I'm supposed to start this whole thing.

FT: Hopefully it all ends soon.

BH: End what soon? Peter?? We did try to find you, but you were gone!

WC: Peter what did Annabelle tell you? Whatever she said is merely manipulation. You should know better, that's how she got all of us to play in the first place!

FT: She didn't lie, in fact she was right in what she told me.

FT: You are all so busy trying to stop it, but it's sort of pointless at this rate. The entities messed it all up beyond repair, maybe if we were quicker and didn't take so long it would be a different story, but as it stands.

FT: We are kind of doomed.

WC: You are not being funny.

FT: I wasn't trying to be.

BH: Peter even still there aren't any other choices to be done.

FT: There is, you should know it, that's your entire point after all. Be a guide and all that. What would have happened to you? If we won? Do you split up and I get my cat back and you go back to being a dusty old corpse in the basement of the institute?

FT: Ah If only, but it doesn't work like that does it? No, i'm stuck with the lesser and fake version of one regency bastard. Your only charm is that you remind me too much of my cat to want to get rid of you.

BH: …..

WC: Peter what the bloody hell is wrong with you-?!

FT: Not much. Anyways I just wanted to have the last word for once in our marriages.

FT: So shut the fuck up Jonah.

WC: !!!!

FT: You were the worst thing that could happen to me. Made me lonely? Sure, but not worth the effort, not worth the years of dealing with your brand of power, perhaps you think the same of me and that's.. that's actually right. Better even.

FT: You know, i actually thought that i loved you? In whatever capacity there was for us to have that. We fought, we split up, we made up and made out. Rinse and repeat.

FT: There were a few good things true, but now I realize that out of the two of us, you were always the one with the advantage, which was unfair. Let's say this is the last divorce, no papers no nothing, albeit it probably would be more akin to becoming a widow. Enjoy the new world.

WC: What the HELL?!

FT: Im throwing away the rings, i can't bring myself to care anymore.

WC: Peter I don't care what the hell is wrong with you, the moment I see you I'm breaking your spine on sight. What do you think you are playing at here huh? Oh look at you throwing a temper tantrum, if you could take your head out of that bloody fog of yours it would be delightful! But unfortunately you are the single handedly more dense human on this rock.

WC: Do i need to spell out to you, how much you are being an unreasonable ungrateful, dumpster fire of an avatar?!

BH: Elias

WC: Do i need to remind you who you are speaking with and what i will do once i find you? I'm going to shove so many memories of people into your thick head.

BH: ELIAS

WC: WHAT!?

FT: I hate you.

FT: No, that would mean I care about you still, no I don't care about you anymore i'm finally at the place i should be and i'm finally getting what i always dreamed off. You can both shove off to the new session once im done with this and fuck off to go and get another stupid idiot to serve you. I pray you have the decency to pick someone not from my family if they exist in the new earth.

FT: But i doubt it, you are a terrible creature and so am i, but i think that out of the two of us at the very least i was loyal, something you could never be. Do you know why I died by your archivist? I refused to answer what your plan about him was.

FT: You told me to help you while you were dying to reach your quest bed and I did, you wanted me to replace you and look after the institute I did. We made bets and games, but ultimately I always did what you asked. And I know you would never do the same, you just can't, because you don't want to.

FT: Im tired of this little stupid game between us, it has gone for too long and it has no winner. I'm tired of you. I have never mattered to you beyond what i could offer and that was fine, but then it wasnt and yes.

FT: I got jealous of your stupid sprite. That finally made me realize the truth, i dont matter and i never did. Not to you or anyone, so for that i shall thank you. You finally made me reach true loneliness.

FT: But still, even then that feeling has sort of faded away by now too, a lot of things faded away really. If you could be kind enough to do me one favour, it would be to tell Martin that it would all go to him once this is over, the forsaken will cling to him next if I'm gone. Maybe it just eats him, it would serve his boyfriend right for killing me first.

FT: I don't care about you Jonah, not anymore. Either of you. Please do not contact me ever again, albeit i wont be alive much longer for you to try to.

FORSAKENTUNDRA is offline.

WC: Peter come back here now! How- HOW DARE YOU??

[tsukkis7th-hoesblog]

It was a misunderstanding.

Warning : nothing to bad , swearing

Tsukkishima ×reader , kuroo x reader ,akaashi x reader ,bokuto x reader .

_______________________________________

The boys were still all practising even though the coaches had called it a night. And you just finished cleaning the gym with kiyoko and were heading to the kitchen to prepare dinner .

As you were walking past the gyms a ball flys out and hits your head . You fall back from the impact ,which leaves ur butt on the concrete . You look up to see kiyoko. She has a worried look on her face . Then from the corner of your eye u see a tall white figure rushing towards you , it was tsukki .

He bent down towards you , you were about to tell him that u were alright but he just grabs the ball and stand back up . He just looks at kiyoko once "is she ok?" You nod and he just turns around and started walking toward the entrance of gym 3 .

"Hey! Tsukki who the hell do you think u are ?" You scream as u quickly get on your feet and move towards him . He swiftly turns around and you hit your face in his chest . "What?" He says wiping his shirt . "Your not even going to apologise to me " you say putting my hand on my hip . "You said you were fine so nothing even happend , stop over-reacting " with that he just turns around and walk into the gym .

You were used to his bitchy side , but u wanted to piss him off the way he always does to you . So like a dumbass you walk into the gym forgetting that other people are also practising ."tsukki !!! You son of a bitch , I'm gonna shove that ball up ur big white a-" you stop ,seeing kuroo with the ball in his hands . He just looks up with a disgusted look on his face "wait , this ball ?" And throws it to bokuto .

You quickly palm ur face and grab the ball from bokuto and hit a serve towards the tall blonde head that belonged to tsukki . His back was facing you so saw his glasses hit the floor . But by Akaashi's reaction you realized you might have over-reacted a little .

He slowly turns around , his glasses still on the floor. He just grabs the ball and walks towards me . You were terrified , u put ur hands behind ur back and looked at ur feet . Now he was right in front if you , towering over u . You try to say something but is cut off by tsukki putting a finger below ur chin ,making you look into his eyes. And for a few seconds u were speechless . You have never actually seen him without glasses , and he actually looked hot when he was so angry like this .

"I didnt throw the ball out of the gym so I didnt think I needed to say sorry to you , but either way I dont think u needed to throw that ball at me ?" He says with a raspy voice . He just puts the ball in my hands . I look at him confused "wait , u arnt gonna scold me ?" You say confused .

"It was a misunderstanding, beside I dont have the time " he says with a straight face , then turns around to walk towards the benches and drink some water . You were still in shock and only now realized that three of the gym 3 squad were staring at u and tsukki. Kuroo was wearing tsukki's glasses and bokuto had his elbow rested on kuroo's shoulder . Even akaashi stood close to them not saying a thing but just watching the commotion.

"What are u idiots looking at ? " you say as you ran to kuroo and grab tsukki's glasses off of him . "Hey! I look hot with those on " he whines as I clean the lens with my shirt .

Y/n pov .

"Damn y/n , that jump serve was really good . Who would have known you become a pro when u get angry " bokuto says as he towers behind me . "Oh shush, "

"can I have my glasses back ?" Tsukki asks with his hand extended .

I hand it to him and he simply just walks away . I felt a little sad and move towards akaashi and softly said "that's too bad , he actually looked really hot without those glasses" akaashi looks a little surprised but then smirks and leaves me to go practise . And I couldn't help to think of tsukki in that way , he usually just annoys me and I annoy him . It's how it's always been , but I find his rudeness kind of amusing .

Idk what pov this is :

you thanked ur bad taste in men and began cleaning up the gym . You only then realized that kiyoko had left and u were left to clean the entire gym .

You were wearing a sweatshirt but you were getting kinda sweaty after cleaning around and decided to take it off. You only had a light purple crop top with short white shorts . You didnt really think much if it and tied ur hair and began doing the heavy lifting .

Third pov .

Bokuto was just about to hit a strike but the ball stopped a few meters in front of him . He froze in confusion to why the ball was too short, he turns to akaashi .

To see ,akaashi standing still and was staring at y/n . Her hair was tied up and she was practically wearing nothing . Now all the boys realized .

Bokuto felt his heart drop as he saw how short ur shorts were, and they were practically invisible because they were so tight .

Akaashi wanted to grab ur waist and slide his hands up ur shirt .

kuroo wanted to grab ur hair and rip ur shirt off and take you right there in the gym , he then felt his shorts get a little tighter .

If u think these boys were starstruck , tsukki had a much different idea in his head .

He didnt even realized anything until he saw the players attention elsewhere. He noticed how u look when u tied your hair , as u almost never had ur hair in a high ponytail. And he knew he'd already seen you wear that shirt before, but with those shorts he felt like he had seen u for the first time .

You were still oblivious to the situation the boys were in ,until you realized that they were too quite for too long. You turned ur head to see all eyes on you . "What" you say with a bench in your hand .

The boys looked around all shy until kuroo came rushing towards u " you shouldn't be doing all this by yourself, here let me help " he said as he took the weight of the bench . Now you were even more shocked ,"its my job but thanks " you say as you smile at yourself like a idiot .

"What are you smiling about?" Tsukki says as he grabs the empty water bottles that were laying on the floor . You turn around to see bokuto grabbing the towels from akaashi's bunch . You were really confused now . But you let it be , after the boys where done with ur job they just stood in front of u with their hands behind their backs .

"Ok you guys are acting really weird ,what happened?" No one said anything. So you quickly thought of something .

"Ok if you guys are done I'm going to hang out with daichi and asahi, he was calling me a while a- "

"NO !" All the boys scream and stretch their hands out .

"Why are u guys acting so weird? Bokuto tell me now !" I say knowing bokuto too well .

He gives me puppy eyes and takes one look at akaashi , who was giving bokuto a death glare . "Sorry y/n "

" You just look so hot in those clothes today " kuroo blurted.

"What " I say , my eyes almost popping out of my head by the change in character and situation . The other boys groan in annoyance and tsukki just tskk.

You raise ur eyebrow at the boys " ok thanks for the ego boost I was feeling a bit insecure today but like what the fuck , u guys are so weird " I say laughing. "Why are you guys making such a big deal out of this ? " akaashi was the colour of a tomato , and his eyes not daring to look you in the eyes .

"We just couldn't focus on the game with you doing.. well the things you were doing .We are only men can u blame us ." Bokuto says with smirk on him face .

" you are still boys but you guys are the real ones to talk " I say bending down to grab my sweatshirt as akaashi and tsukki sit down on the ground. "Whats that suppose to mean ?" Tsukki asks drinking from his bottle .

"Are you guys that dumb ?" I say as they all give me confused looks. "You guys are 6 feet something boys wearing booty shorts and tight shirts while jumping, screaming and sliding on the floor . Theres a reason I became manager without even knowing it was a volleyball club. To be honest you guys are probably the hottest boys I've ever seen "you said too much . As if these boys weren't cocky before , you knew u had actually killed them . "I mean only when u guys play in a proper match "

"That's why you used to come to every practise first and then leave the last " tsukki said .

"No I'm a just the best manager in the world "I try to defend myself.

"I always knew u had a thing for me y/n " kuroo says as he grabs his bag ,

"no thats not what I said , I said u guys are hotter when you play , and I dont like you guys in that way " you were obviously lying but you had to keep cool .

"Whatver u say y/n , but just know I'm only one floor away . If you need more help with any matter just call me anytime u like " he said with a wink .

"Shut up , besides I gotta go now to make you guys dinner , please dont be late to dinner again . There wont be any more food left " you say as you blush at bokuto remark . "Ur lucky I like being bossed around from time to time " kuroo said pushing a stand of my hair behind my ear and then I practically run out of the gym .

Third pov .

"Damn shes hot when she's shy " kuroo says . "Yea too bad she is into me more " bokuto says in kuroos face .

"What!! she never said that ? Did she ?"

"I actually thinks she likes tsukki " this was the first time akaashi opened his mouth about this topic . "What!?!? " the boys said at the same time .

"A few minutes ago she said that tsukki looked good without his glasses , so I'm guessing she likes tsukki more "

tsukki gets all shy and defensive and says . " she doesn't like me , today she told me how much she loves your hands , and some weird shit "

"What " akaashi says as he looks down at his hands . "Yea she told me that too , I think she has a hand fetish " kuroo said .

"Well whatever she told me she loves bokuto's cake , I didnt even know you baked cake " akaashi asks bokuto. "I dont bake cake , and I haven't even seen her eat cake . "

Kuroo starts laughing " you know cake mean ass, right ?"

Bokuto in shock now " she said I have a good ass , omg she does like me "

"What about kuroo? What did she tell you guys about him ?" Tsukki asks a little too eager . But the boys just look at each other .

"Relax , whatever she likes about me she has already told me face to face , she even called me her captain once "

"What , that's not fair ,I'm a captain too!!" bokuto sulked as kuroo stuck his tongue out .

They were laughing as akaashi's phone rang . He answered the call " ok ok we are coming , relax y/n !" He said as he quickly cut the line .

"You have y/n's number !?!?that's not fair , she said she would give it to me but she forgot . " bokuto said grabbing his shoes .

And the boys then made their way to their rooms to get ready for dinner .

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Idk what this is but I might add more to this .

@haikyuu-texts @teawithlemonacid @tsukkisuki @tsukki--daisuki @keiji-n @kotaro-kun @keisdumpling @kozumebabie @bokutos-eyebrows @bokuto @bokutokoutarou @bokutosbiceps @bokuotaku @akaashiisbae @akaashikeji @akaashiofficial @akaashikoutarou @akaashisstar

[rosiethots]

the count of monte cristo inspired reddie !! please just imagine:

young richie with the rest of the losers, living happily with his friends, cracking jokes. sure he’d get an eye roll or a punch on the arm for some of them but that just made it funnier.

even if no one generally took him seriously, that was okay. he didn’t care for serious.

which is why it got harder for him to be around bill. bill who was way too old for his age. they clashed often, and who could ever forget the summer fight of ‘89?

the rest of the losers had sort of an unspoken agreement to keep bill and richie as far apart as possible ever since then. but sometimes it wasn’t enough.

sometimes richie joked too much. he was too immature. he didn’t know anything about the real world and it’s cruelties.

bill had glared at richie as he was tugged away by mike and bev. richie could hear ben saying to bill,

“don’t be so mean, he’s a nice enough guy.”

nice enough guy, richie scoffed as he stormed away.

he’s alright

an okay kid

kinda annoying

probably won’t make it far

he’s heard it all. from his parents, to his teachers.

he hadn’t realized someone had followed him out of bill’s basement until there came a flick to his arm. the glare he sent to his attacker had no effect at all seeing as it was eddie and all the smaller did was laugh.

“i come in peace.” eddie threw his hands up in surrender.

richie wanted to soften. he was mad at bill, not eddie. but for some reason the line on his forehead wouldn’t disappear.

the world was moving and before he could process the blurred images, he found himself sitting in the grass in bill’s backyard. eddie’s small hands still wrapped around his arm from where he pulled him.

“bill didn’t me-“

“yes he did.” richie was fucking tired. he didn’t meant this, she didn’t mean that.

if they didn’t mean it why’d they fucking say it?

“okay yeah he did. but he wasn’t right.”

richie spared a glance at eddie’s face only to be greeted with wide brown eyes shining with determination and.. something else. richie took note that eddie’s hands still rested on his bicep.

“look, i’m probably the last person you wanna hear this from but, i think you’re great.” eddie admitted softly. “sometimes your jokes are lame, but i’d deal with a day of bad jokes if it meant hanging out with you.”

richie felt his bottom lip wobble but he swallowed the feeling down.

“edward kaspbrak, are you in love with me?”

eddie burned a bright red, snatching his hands from richie’s arm before delivering a tiny punch.

“i’m trying to have a nice moment, jackass.”

richie cackled and threw his hands up in mock surrender before gathering eddie’s squirming form into his arms.

“listen if you wanna go on a date with me all you have to do is ask.”

“in your dreams” eddie grumbled, breaking free from richie’s hug before straightening out his now crumpled shirt. richie chuckled softly as he watched the smaller’s face.

“thank you, eddie. sorry for being a dick. bill just makes me so fucking mad sometimes. like yeah i get it, georgie’s gone, it’s sad. i’m not happy it happened, no one is. but that doesn’t mean the people around you can’t try to move on? enjoy their pathetic lives? make the most out of nothing?”

eddie was quiet for a moment and richie worried it meant he was upset with his confession. he wouldn’t take what he said back, because he knows he’s right. bill has every right to mourn and grieve. but lashing out of people for no fucking reason wont get you far.

a small warm hand rested on richie’s shoulder. richie turned his attention to the owner of said hand.

“for what it’s worth, ever since i’ve met you, i’ve enjoyed life a lot more.”

richie nearly choked on his own breath.

“it’s so fucking sappy i know but i mean it. and you know something? i believe, out of all of us, you’re going to go the farthest. really make something of yourself. i just know it. you’re too amazing not to.”

richie felt his eyes burning but honestly he didn’t care. he was too busy throwing his arms around eddie to care.

more importantly, he was too focused on eddie hugging him back to care.

richie sniffled softly from where his face was buried in eddie’s shoulder.

“i promise you i’ll make something of myself. i’ll get all the way to the top of the world. i’ll even make Bill my servant.”

eddie giggled, albeit muffled since he was pressed against richie’s chest.

“promise you’ll remember me when you’re at the top?”

richie pulled away from the hug, both hands holding onto eddie’s shoulders as he looked the smaller in the eye.

“i’m going to take you to the top with me. you’ll never leave my side. like my lil pocket companion.”

eddie swatted at richie playfully, a bashful smile on his face.

“you promise?”

“fuck yes i promise!” richie exclaimed before digging his hands through his pockets. eddie watched him with a single quirked eyebrow in curiosity. richie huffed as he pulled his hands out empty before zoning in on the frayed part of his shirt. there were several loose strings but there was one particular thread that was longer than the others.

without hesitation, richie reached down and yanked the thread. he ignored eddie’s cries of “be careful richie don’t tear your shirt!” to grab eddie’s left hand and rest it on his knee.

with careful movements, richie tied the thread around eddie’s ring finger before holding his hand up to show eddie his work.

“here. my promise to you, that i’ll take you with me. wherever i go.”

eddie smiled richie’s favorite kind of smile. that one smile where his eyes disappear and his cheeks bunch up.

“i’ll never take it off.”

in that moment, richie feels an urge but he can’t quite put a name to it. but he knows it gets stronger when he looks down at eddie’s lips.

but of course life is cruel.

fast forward a few weeks and richie is coming home to police cars in his drive way. immediately thinking the worse, someone has died, he darts into the house.

his mother is crying as the sheriff squares his shoulders and approaches her son.

“mr. tozier, is it true you attacked bill denbrough?”

richie has no fucking idea where this is coming from. he hasn’t seen bill all day. not to mention, he hadn’t seen the fucker all week.

“no it’s not true. why would i?”

“there’s been reports of you two having previous altercations.”

“well yeah, he’s a dick-“

“richard!” richie flinched at the harsh sharp tone of his father.

“if you don’t mind, i’d like to take you down to the station. for just a few more questions.”

that’s only the beginning. word travels fast in a small toxic town like derry. everyone heard of the tozier boy with a violent nature. even if richie screams it isn’t true.

he sees bill one day, just passing by in school. and richie is honestly surprised by the condition bill’s face is in. someone sure went to town on him. richie normally would be concerned, except for the fact that everyone thinks it’s his fault.

the scrutiny gets so bad that the toziers are practically forced out of town. but at that point richie couldn’t bring himself to care. all he can think about was the last time he would lay eyes on eddie.

the small boy would lock eyes with him in the hallway and make a bee line for him. richie wants to cry because it’s the first time someone isn’t looking at him like he’s a monster.

they’ve almost reached each other when stan plows his way through and crowd to drag a protesting eddie away. richie has half a mind to chase them down but he feels prying eyes on him everywhere.

every move he makes is examined thoroughly out of “the safety of others”. or whatever bullshit. so he watches as eddie is hauled away from richie. and that would be the last image he would have of the small boy.

fast forward 25 years and richie finds himself standing in front of the restaurant.

he isn’t the same richie the rest knew all those years ago.

he made a name for himself.

trashmouth.

it was nearly a household name at this point. he had a faithful fan base following him, a full bank account, and even a solid show on a mainstream channel in the works.

but even with all of that, there were still some loose ends keeping him up at nights.

quickly he found out that he remembered a lot more about the past than the others did, besides mike.

even bill didn’t remember him.

but richie sure as hell remembered. he never let himself forget.

he almost loses himself when he sees eddie, however. even moreso when it’s announced that eddie has since gotten married.

richie finds out why he was falsely accused of bill’s attack. turns out victor, as revenge for henry, planned on seeking out each loser. bill had been the first. victor had broken bill’s nose, collarbone, and one of his ribs. while victor had done his damage, bill manage to wrestle him to the edge of the quarry’s cliff, shoving him off. unfortunately, during winter time in derry, it was cold enough for the lake to freeze over multiple times.

bill had panicked. what would he tell everyone?

richie simply nodded, a calm smile over his lips as bill recalled the story. he’ll take care of that later.

fast forward a bit more, pennywise is successfully laid to rest. eddie narrowly avoids being impales due to richie shoving him out of the way.

a celebration is had down by the quarry and that’s where richie sees it. a piece of thread peeking out from under eddie’s wedding band.

richie corners eddie and forces the ring off of his finger so he could see. eddie lets him.

“i forgot why i had it on, but part of me knew to never take it off. so i never did. but now i know.” eddie cups richie’s face with his free hand.

anyways eddie divorces myra and marries richie. richie gets him a new ring, which eddie wears, but he keeps the thread on as well.

[daisyxbuckley]

Only Human//Mitch Rapp series

A/N: Part 6 is here!!! I have one more part after this and this series is done. But if you think that I’m going to make another series because I have a really good idea…well you bet your sweet ass I will. this wont be the last you see of them. ANYWAYS. I love everyone and I hope that you enjoy this chapter. 

Description: Ophelia Lane has a past that most CIA operatives would hate to have. The 25 year old is sent back to The Barn to help Stan train the new batch of recruits, including one that is hell bent on getting revenge. Can she keep it together or will a secret that is hidden under the surface come back and haunt her?

@cxddlyash @xceafh @stiles-o-dylan24 @dylan-obrien-fanblog @n0rdicstar

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 Stan and Mitch quickly called in a cleaning crew and grabbed the physicist and got the hell out of there. The car ride was silent as they drove to the meeting place for Irene. Mitch realized how much Ophelia’s presence had taken up his life and how empty it seemed with her gone. 

Pulling over into a warehouse, Mitch stayed in the car as Stan got out and slammed the door. He popped the trunk and looked at the man in there, grabbing a tank of gasoline and pouring it on him. Mitch finally got out of the car and stalked over to him. “What now?” He asked crossing his arms as Stan emptied out the can of gas. Stan ignored him and lit a cigarette and smiled cruelly at the physicist. He looked up at Stan with wide eyes trying to move from the binds that held him. 

“We are going to play a game.” Stan said with his cigarette in his hand. “You tell me the truth and I won’t set you on fire.” He said shrugging. 

“Jesus Christ.” Mitch mumbled as he ran his hands through his hair and turned away. He wasn’t sure how Stan losing his mind would help them find Ophelia, but at that point he was willing to do anything to get her back. 

“I don’t know anything I swear. He just asked me to build this bomb and I did.” The man groaned. Stan glared at him before taking a drag of the cigarette and waiting a second to blow the smoke out. 

“Where is the warehouse? I want an address.” He growled. Mitch had enough by then and pulled his phone out to call Irene when she appeared from the dark. 

“Stan, get him to the safe house. We need him alive to figure out where the bomb is. “ She said walking in. Stan glared at her before slamming the hood shut and throwing his cigarette on the ground. Mitch got in following him and staying silent. The only thing he could think about was what Ophelia was going through. 

By the time they got back to the safe house, Stan had chained smoked an entire pack and Mitch was about to kill him for telling him to shut up every time he tried to speak. It took about 30 minutes for the physicist to talk about where the bomb was and where it was supposed to go off at. First Fleet was docked in the harbor for exercises and Mitch knew that if the bomb went off there it would cost mass destruction. 

“What about Ophelia?” Mitch asked as he walked in on Irene and Stan talking about a game plane. They both looked at him with the same pitiful look “Ophelia is an agent. She knows what happens if you go down in the field.” Stan said harshly. 

“That’s fucking bullshit and you know it!” Mitch yelled. He knew people were staring but he didn’t care. Stan stormed over and slammed the office door shut turning around and glaring at the enraged man. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” He shouted at Mitch. Irene stood there and watched the interaction knowing how tough it was on both of them. 

“My problem?” Mitch yelled. “My problem is Ophelia is out there with a lunatic and you’re not even going after her.” Mitch was seeing red at this point. “She is your fucking daughter.” Stan just stared at him with his mouth agape. 

“How do you know that?” 

“Because Ronnie said so. He was looking for you, Stan.” Mitch growled. “He took Ophelia because of you. So what aren’t you telling us Stan?” Mitch said stepping towards him spitting out the words. He was beyond mad at that point. The last time he felt that way was when he watched Katrina die. “Did you know he was alive?” 

It was Irene’s turn to speak at that point. “Stan..what is he talking about?” Stan looked between both of them and sighed rubbing his eyes. 

“I found out about Ronnie  about four months after the bombing.” Mitch and Irene just stood there with mouths agape and wide eyes. “It was when I went to Russia for that mission. He was there…but he was different. Full of hatred, for both the CIA and Ophelia for getting him shot.” Stan sighed and sat down. “I told him that he needed to figure his shit out before he drug my daughter down with him.” 

Mitch shook his head as he rubbed his eyes. “So if you would of put a bullet in between his eyes or had him come back with you, then Ophelia wouldn’t be in this position.” His voice was low and scary calm. His veins were popping out of his arms as he fought to control his actions. “This is fucking bullshit Stan!” He yelled as he punched the table. Both Irene and Stan stared at him, they had seen the videos of when Mitch lost control but neither had ever actually been present. This was a whole new side of him. “You can’t just expect us to fucking sit here while he kills her?!” 

“You really think I wanna lose my daughter?” Stan yelled standing up to meet Mitch. “No, but Ophelia knew what she was doing when she joined. She knew what being part of Orion meant.” Mitch scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

“What, that we are ghosts? Right, we don’t exist. Well guess what Stan..she fucking exists and its your fault that he has her in the first place.” Mitch clenched his fists so hard that he was drawing blood in his palms. 

“That’s it Rapp. You’re off this damn mission.” Stan said lowly. “You are too emotionally involved. I don’t know what happened between you and my daughter, but you made this personal. So grab your shit and go, you’re on the first flight out.” He said sitting down. 

“Fuck you Stan.” Mitch said kicking a chair over and walking out of the room. Walking past the analysts in the room, Mitch saw Annika standing by the door with a calm face. She looked like she was contemplating something and he wondered what.

“Let’s go.” Was all she said before holding up keys to Stan’s car. Mitch stared at them for about half a second before he grabbed them and they slipped out the door. Jumping in the car he started the engine and peeled out of there towards the address that Annika had acquired.

He just hoped that he wasn’t too late. 

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“You need to wake up, O.” Mitch was talking to her but his voice sounded distorted and too far away. “Ophelia, you need to wake up and fight.” She didn’t know why she needed to fight…they were in her hotel room and they were safe.

So then why did her arms hurt?

Ophelia’s eyes flew open as she looked around trying to get her bearings in the dingy tunnel. It looked like a warehouse but she honestly had no clue. Her arms were suspended above her in chains attached to the ceiling and her feet were barely touching the ground. Her shoulders were on fire and she was fairly sure one of her shoulders had been dislocated. 

“Well, look who’s finally awake.” Ophelia stiffened at the voice. Raising her head she glared at Ronnie while he was moving to stand in front of her. It was then that she noticed that her shirt had been removed, leaving her in a bra and jeans. Her feet were bleeding a bit and she realized that he had pulled off a few of her toenails. Smelling the strong scent of iron, Ophelia tasted the blood in her mouth as well as noticed the table that had a bloody knife, some pliers and what looked like fingernails. 

“Those are yours. Apparently your body can’t handle torture anymore.’ Ronnie scoffed. “You’re getting weak Ophelia.” 

“Why don’t you unchain me and I’ll show you how weak I am.” Ophelia said trying to fight against the chains. Ronnie stepped closer and put his hands against her waist, his contact with her skin made Ophelia want to vomit. Squeezing, he leaned into her, his nose trailing from the back of her ear down to her neck. 

“Oh Ophelia. Always so ready to rush into a fight.” He pulled back a bit, his hands still squeezing hard enough to bruise and stared at her. “You really have only gotten more beautiful since I left. I see why have the new me wrapped around your finger.” 

Ophelia jerked trying to move away but the chains prevented her doing anything more than hurting herself. “You leave him out of this.” She hissed as he chuckled. Ronnie stepped back towards the table picking up the knife. He walked over to her, trailing the blade down her stomach as Ophelia refused to take her eyes off him. 

“Oh, he had everything to do with this. I see how he looks at you, how he never takes his eyes off you when you are away from from.” 

Ophelia narrowed her eyes at his comment. “You have seen us together maybe two times..what are you talking about?”

Ronnie laughed. A maniacal look in his eyes. “Your dad didn’t tell you? Ophelia he knew that I was alive. He told me that I didn’t need to pull you down.” Ronnie scoffed. “I watched you. I watched you from that day. Stan never knew, he trained me that good.” Ophelia just watched him as he started pacing. “I was there the day HE showed up, and I was there the day that I saw you start falling for him. Of course he was taken with you since day one.” Ronnie looked up as Ophelia stared him down. “I don’t blame him honestly, I was the same way when I first met you.” 

The brunettes heart clenched as she watched her husband start pacing again. “Your dad is a piece of work. He trains the perfect killer and just because I decided that I was tired of doing the dirty work of a government that could give a shit about me, I’m the bad guy. All of a sudden i’m not good enough for his perfect fucking daughter.”

“You’re a fucking terrorist Ronnie. You’re literally building a bomb to sell to the highest bidder.” Ophelia yelled at him. “Why the hell would you think that I wanna be with you after that?” 

“See that’s the thing. You’re so damn good Ophelia, kind of ironic considering you and Rapp are trained to kill.” Ronnie said his eyes rolling. Ophelia didn’t hesitate. Spitting in his face, she saw him pull back and stare at her. 

“What I was trained to do was take down criminals, people like you.” She said calmly. Ronnie stepped close to her, snaking his arm around her neck, crashing his lips into her. Ophelia thrashed about trying to escape but he just pulled her closer. Before Ophelia could try to anything else, she felt a blinding pain in her side. Pulling away a gasp left her throat as Ronnie stepped back. The blade  in his hand glistening with a crimson color. Looking down she finally noticed all the cuts and marks that covered her torso and saw the blood slowly coming out of the fresh hole in her side. Ophelia looked up at Ronnie with wide eyes. She knew what he did, he made it so she would feel the pain but also so she wouldn’t bleed out instantly. 

“It’s been fun Ophelia..but I think your father and new boyfriend are on their way and I need you to play the perfect helpless victim for my plan.” He said stepping closer. Giving her one more rough kiss, he put duct tape over her mouth before punching her in the face, knocking her out. 

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Mitch and Annkia drove to what looked like a subterranean bunker. The information that Annika had acquired pointed to this being where the bomb was being kept. Pulling out her phone, she sighed and showed Mitch. “No service, it’s a dead zone.” Mitch sighed and rubbed his eyes with his finger and forefinger. That would explain why Stan had stopped calling him so suddenly. 

“Come on.” He said to himself. He was looking for an entrance when he found one. Two men went in one side of the bunker as Mitch and Annika got out of the car and started following them. Getting to the door, Mitch had his gun drawn as they started to creep down the tunnel. Before they got any further though, Mitch felt a hand on his arm and saw Annika’s worried face. 

“Mitch before we go any further I need you to realize something.” She said quietly. “There is a good chance that when we find Ophelia it might be too late..I need to know that you can focus on what needs to happen if that does.” 

Mitch stared at her with a hard look. He liked Annika, he did, but her talking about Ophelia like she was already dead made his blood boil. “She’s not dead..I won’t let that happen.” He said as they started moving forward. They eventually came to a gate that was padlocked shut but Annika was able to get through it easily. Mitch looked around and knew that if they wanted to get Ophelia out of there quick, they needed to get the gate open. “Here…take this. Go find her but stay hidden. I’m going to get the gate open and meet you.” He said quietly giving her his gun. Annika nodded and Mitch watched as she ran out of sight before heading back the way they came. 

Annika crept down the tunnels as quietly as she could, trying to avoid the voices that had started getting louder. Looking in a room she noticed a figure hanging and had to stifle a gasp as she realized it was Ophelia. Running over, the injured girl started waking up when Annika approached. “Ophelia, thank god.” The woman said as she stuck the gun in the waistband of her jeans and started trying to get Ophelia down. O couldn’t really say much with the tape on her mouth, but the tears came to her eyes as she realized that she might actually be saved. If Annika was here…then so was Mitch. 

Annika managed to get Ophelia free from the chains and helped lower her down. Taking the tape off, Ophelia was about to thank the woman when there was a shot and Annika fell forward her blood covering Ophelia’s face and torso. Her arms were holding the stiff body but the shocked look on her face was enough to make Ronnie laugh. “Oh poor Ophelia..yet the cause of another death.” 

Mitch heard the gunshot and his head shot up. Running faster he abandoned his original plan and knew he had to make a big scene to get noticed by Irene and Stan. Jumping in the car, he floored the gas and drove through the tunnel. The men in front of him started shooting as Mitch accelerated and he paid no mind as he moved his head to the side as he kept going, running them over and busting through the gate. Finally the car couldn’t go anymore and he grabbed one of the guns off the men and started running noticing the fire that was starting. 

Ronnie’s head shot up as he heard the explosion and looked at Ophelia still shell shocked on the ground. Grabbing her by the hair he yanked her up as a cry left her lips from being jerked around with her side wound. “Let’s go.” He yelled at the other men in the room and started walking. 

“Let her go Ronnie.” Mitch said appearing in front of him. His eyes widened at the state that Ophelia was in and rage started pumping through is blood. He glanced over and saw Annika on the ground dead and looked back at Ophelia and realized that was where all the blood was coming from. “This is between us man. You don’t want to hurt you.” He said calmly. 

“Don’t I though?” Ronnie asked yanking Ophelia closer and putting a gun to her head. “I’m pretty sure I do man. Trust me when I say it will be better for you as well..you do not want her hanging around for the rest of your life.” 

Mitch watched as he wrapped his arm around Ophelia’s neck and she started clawing at him. “Let her go. I won’t ask you again.” He stated again. “Mitch..take the shot.” Ophelia gaped as she looked at him. The fear in her eyes was evident and it broke his heart. 

“Oh no honey, he won’t do that. He knows if he shoots me then you die too.” Ronnie said laughing. “How sweet..he really does care for you. Sad that you’ll both be dead soon.” Ophelia felt him loosen his grip a bit and took that as her chance. Throwing her elbow back, she caught him in the gut and managed to bite his hand. Ronnie yelled and threw her to the side as Mitch lunged at him. 

All she could do was sit there as she watched them fight. Due to the blood loss, she was way too weak to put up any kind of fight and Mitch was so enraged that she was afraid that if she got in the middle of it he wouldn’t be able to stop. Ronnie shoved Mitch up against the wall, his head bouncing off of it with a loud thunk. Ophelia crawled her way over to Annika’s body searching her back until she found the gun. 

“Oh Rapp. How does it feel knowing you wont be able to save her…..just like you couldn’t save that beautiful girl at the beach.” Ronnie sneered looking down at Mitch.  Before Mitch could say anything he heard Ophelia’s voice ring through the room. 

“Hey Ronnie.” She yelled. Both men turned to look at her as she leaned against the wall with the gun raised in her hand. The look on her face was straight murderous as she leveled  out and took aim. 

“I want a fucking divorce.” Ophelia said as she shot the weapon hitting Ronnie dead in the eyes. 

[squidpro-quo]

AN: Inspired by @craftgamerzz‘s syren au!

The wind skimmed over the waves, throwing sea spray into the night and piercing through the thin dark undershirt with a cold he didn’t particularly feel. From his spot where he stood in the middle of the rowboat, he could see far into the night by the light of the moon glinting on the crests and it showed an empty expanse of sea apart from the town lit up to the left behind him. 

He’d been out here for hours, watching and waiting, with only the occasional splash of a fish breaching the surface for company. It had been a while since he’d been on the coast, this kind of rhythmic pitch and rumble might have even been relaxing, but he never did get called anywhere except on business. What would he do in his spare time anyway, besides sharpen his swords and mend his left-behind armor? 

The cliffs at his back were far enough away that he wouldn’t be dashed against the rocks by a too-tall wave, but he’d found the outcropping Nona had mentioned a little further out. It was mostly submerged by then, barely big enough to step on much less serve as a likely spot for syren sun-bathing. 

Crouching down, Geralt checked his supplies again; the crossbow was still loaded, the grapeshot kept dry and at hand. The only thing missing was the syren. 

“Ohoho, that profile against the moon was just divine,” a voice spoke from over the edge of the boat, startling Geralt into slinging an Aard at the open water. 

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 “It’s a syren, we all knows it,” the so-called harbormaster of Yusden said, pushing aside moldering nets and old crates. 

“What makes you think that?” Geralt ducked under a strung-up fish with teeth long enough to skewer a steak with and followed him out onto the docks to see the meager numbers of fishermen left after the attacks. There were a dozen boats left, now in the middle of being stowed for the night before first light tomorrow, with sailors hopping between decks to help take down the mainsail of another after finishing their own. 

All of Yusden could be ignored if a traveler closed their eyes for a mere minute on the main road while passing by and yet the amount of coin they had managed to scrape together belied the small but industrious fishing that the town depended on to survive. Their passion for carving out a living at the base of the Soundless Cliffs was matched only by their apparent need to create as many charms against ill luck at sea as possible. Every house was strung with bits of glass, bone, driftwood or broken hooks beyond use, to create a constant backdrop of clinking in every inch of the town. 

With the cliffs stretching overhead, Yusden was plunged into shadow by mid-afternoon, leaving the line of remaining light on the water to retreat farther and farther out until it met the approaching night like a long-lost lover returned from a storm. Even now, the harbor were mired in twilight and the water turned an ashen grey. 

“Heard it singing out on the cliffs,” the harbormaster spat on the planks, a sour expression contorting his face, “enjoying itself before it eats our men and comes to drag another to his death.”

“Anyone seen it?” Geralt shifted his weight on the dock as he felt the wood giving way beneath his foot, beginning to question just how much of his expected pay might be better used for making sure the town didn’t dissolve into the ocean instead. A sailor could die in their own boat’s slip if they got unlucky enough. A syren might be the least of their worries. 

“None of them that gets taken, seeing as their dead an’ all.” The harbormaster gestured to a sailor tying the boat’s halyard into place, before calling, “Nona, c’mere, you still have it with you?”

Nona finished cleating the line and wiped her hands on her pants before ducking below-deck, her copper-wet hair the only thing visible while she pulled out what she was looking for. 

When she straightened up, Geralt was surprised to see she wasn’t holding a harpoon as he’d expected, but rather a worse-for-wear lute. Its strings were snapped, hanging from the neck in large curls, and beads of water dripped off the base. 

“Got it last night. Saw it over around the cove by the base of the Arch, the thing was up out of the water, wings out and everything. I had my net on me, about the only thing I had, and I got close enough to see the teeth when it turned on me and snarled.” 

Nona shuddered, holding out the lute like she was wont to just chuck it into the bay. But she continued. 

“Teeth like one of those lizard-fish from down deep—” She glanced out along the cliffs, shoulders straightening at the memory. “It took Piri last week, I can show you where it was. Help you kill it.” 

“Just directions are fine,” Geralt said, trying to remember the last time someone had offered to help him on a job. Most villagers were driven by fear, but even with an offer of aid he knew it would just end up another death on his hands. 

“Give it hell for me then.” 

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 “Was that an attack or are you just happy to see me?” The voice came again from the other side of the boat, moving behind Geralt even as it kept talking. “The silver hair, the rugged looks… You wouldn’t happen to be a witcher, would you?”

A face popped up at the bow of the rowboat, water-slick arms crossed over the prow while the owner shook his hair like Roach when coming in out of the rain. Where the moonlight fell on his shoulders scales rippled and reflected with every movement; on his neck a ridged set of gills glistened, opening and closing as he talked though he showed no sign of needing them at the moment. His eyes were blue, glowing like his scales, fixed on him with an interest that was usually reserved for flowers at the roadside or a pretty brooch. 

“A man of few words, I get it,” the syren, for there was no doubt that’s what he was as he shifted in his spot hanging off the front of Geralt’s boat as if he was at a bar in Cintra, smiled, teeth flashing bright but as normal-looking as they came, “I would serenade you but I’ve lost my accompaniment for tonight, of all nights it’s the greatest shame.” 

“Does this work?” Geralt grunted out, once he could get a word in. He stayed crouched in the bottom of the boat, hand on the crossbow. All that was left was to aim it. 

“Does what work? That?” The syren flicked a finger at the crossbow with a hand that looked like it had been dipped in ink. “You tell me, my witcher, aren’t you the weapons expert?” 

“Is this what works for killing townsfolk?” The sight of the sharp clawed hands only served as a reminder that despite the odd friendliness, he was still a syren. 

“What?” The syren stared at him with a quizzical tilt to his head, tousled wet hair dripping into his wide eyes. “Those guys? They have no appreciation for my music, what do you mean? Do you want to hear? I can show you what they’re missing out on, if you know what I mean.”

Geralt leaned back as the syren hoisted himself further up onto the rowboat, tilting the entire vessel with his weight. With the rest of his torso came his two wings, membranes spread thin between the spokes and affording a wingspan wide enough to engulf the entire boat. Water sloshed into the craft as it rocked, splashing Geralt until his shirt was clinging to him like a wet rag—which he found had the syren eyeing him eagerly. 

Why wasn’t it taking to the air? Syrens usually attacked by swooping down and taking their victims unawares; the advantage created by being a sea creature suddenly able to fly was what had given them their fearsome reputation. Knuckles tight as he held himself still in the still bucking boat, Geralt tried to return to his previous line of accusation.

“Someone’s been drowning them. They’ve heard your singing—”

“What did they say? Is it just my lute they have a problem with? Poor taste, that. But I don’t mind reviews. Provided they have such a fine delivery system every time,” the syren said, settling down again and propping his chin on his blackened hands. 

“They were more concerned with their lost friends and family,” Geralt ground out, finding himself conversationally floundering. He didn’t find much to say to most people, it was always business of one kind or another, and this syren had managed to derail the topic every time. 

“I haven’t touched a hair of their heads. Maybe put a few fingers on their boats, they get too close sometimes and I can’t have them where I… Anyway, if it’s a clash of moods I can arrange a few mournful dirges instead. I have less of a broad repertoire for those, but if I could get my damn lute back—”

“You say you haven’t killed them,” Geralt interrupted, realizing by this point that the syren wouldn’t return to the point at hand unless he hauled it there by his tail, “Then who?”

“I’m not a warden of these waters. I’ll take a bite out of them if they throw their stupid nets over my home, but I don’t make a habit of drowning humans. They’re a touch too sour.” The syren leaned forward, the spines along his back rising. “I wouldn’t mind a taste of you though. I can be gentle.” 

Geralt didn’t see the hungry gaze on him, mind caught on finding another cause for the drownings, if he could even believe the syren in front of him. For whatever reason, his instincts were telling him that it really wasn’t the boisterous possible culprit in front of him, whose tail was playfully slapping against the oncoming waves to mist him with the backsplash. 

His thoughts were interrupted when the boat jumped underneath him, knocking him off balance and the syren clear from the boat entirely, though not without a squawk of protest. As he tried to find his footing again, cursing his lapse in caution and for believing the foolish act the syren had put on, the bottom of the boat splintered apart and he fell into the water, head striking a jagged spike of wood and plunging him into darkness.

prompt me here!

[vitanes]

say it’s okay when it’s not

chapter 11: who’s guilty?

Lucas tries and fails at keeping things normal between him and Eliott, has a heartfelt talk with Arthur, reunites with his mom and finds out something unexpected.

(quick psa the updates may not be as regular as they’ve been because the exam session starts soon and i can’t promise anything but the story wont be abandoned no worries!)

The weight of Eliott’s confession doesn’t reach Lucas until much later.

He’s eating his cereal on a Sunday morning when he freezes mid-bite.

He didn’t fully understand what occurred on Friday, so nothing weird happened between them. They danced some more, then watched a movie and afterwards Eliott left. He was relaxed by that time, no longer any uneasy air surrounding him. And Lucas was happy about it. He didn’t think about the reason behind Eliott’s distress too long. Like, yes, his brain stopped working for a moment when Eliott said he liked him, but he regained his senses quickly. Mostly because of how nervous Eliott was in that moment and Lucas didn’t want him to feel bad.

Eliott didn’t want him to comment on the matter so that probably also played a role as to why Lucas let go of it so easily. But now it’s struck him.

Eliott has a crush on him. Has had one for a long time. And he was convinced that he had been obvious about it all the while Lucas hadn’t noticed a thing. Maybe he would have seen it coming if not for all the mess going on in his life, but still. They’ve grown closer over the past month or so. He couldn’t have been that blind.

Perhaps Eliott is better at hiding those things than he thinks.

But does it change anything? Lucas has been treating their bond as something precious, as something he wanted to keep. He doesn’t want to lose it. Should he be worried now? No, Eliott told him he didn’t want things to change and specifically asked him not to say anything. He wants them to stay friends despite his feelings for Lucas. Which is sweet, but should Lucas watch himself now? Should he keep any distance?

It’d go against both of them wanting things to stay the same. So he can’t start acting like anything has changed. Mostly because he doesn’t want to. He feels comfortable with Eliott, he likes being close to him.

What if he gives Eliott false hope? What if he makes him believe they could be more? No, Eliott said he doesn’t expect anything from Lucas which means he doesn’t think Lucas likes him this way. He accepts being rejected, hell, he turned himself down without Lucas saying a word.

In this case, Lucas doesn’t have to freak out about it, does he? Eliott simply wanted to share it with him, that’s what friends do. No need to sweat it.

But on the other hand, a boy likes Lucas. Damn. That has never happened before and he’s got no idea how to feel about it. When he remembers the gentle way Eliott confessed to him, his voice obviously anxious, something flutters in Lucas’ stomach. He can’t pinpoint what exactly and whether it’s a good or bad thing; all he knows is that it makes him jittery.

“Everything alright?” someone asks and Lucas jumps on his seat, almost knocking the bowl with his cereal over. He looks to the side and sees Manon, watching him carefully. There’s a wrinkle of worry between her eyebrows. He gulps.

“Yeah, it’s cool,” he says. He can’t tell her he’s just realised his friend has feelings for him. It would be like spilling Eliott’s secrets. Lucas isn’t that kind of person.

“Are you sure you want to go to school tomorrow?” She sits down next to him, her gaze boring in the side of his face.

Lucas nods. “I wanted to stay here, but I can’t hide forever. Besides, you will be there and the girls and boys. I should be fine,” he says and he wants to make it sound like he’s certain about it, for Manon’s sake, but in reality he’s trying to convince himself it’s a good idea. He keeps recalling everything Mika has told him to gain some strength and push forward. Only that way can he face his fears.

Manon sighs and props her chin up on her palm. “But we can’t be by your side all the time,” she mumbles with defeat and Lucas chuckles. So that’s what Yann meant when he talked about how everyone might be all over Lucas’ when he comes back.

“Don’t worry, I’m a big boy. I don’t need to be supervised all the time,” he assures her with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Sure, he’s scared of going back, of being seen by all those people who stood by when he was suffering. But he has to think about the good things if he doesn’t want to be consumed by doubts.

He will go to school and survive.

 ***

 The closer to the building he is, the heavier his steps seem to be. It’s like his body was telling him not to go there. Rejected the idea of stepping on the school grounds altogether. But Lucas can’t let the dread dictate every single thing he does. He needs to go there or he will feel like he failed.

Walking through the gate, his hands are already trembling. He avoids looking at anyone while crossing the schoolyard, going straight to where he knows his friends are. With his eyes downcast and hands curled up into fists, despite one of them aching, he walks until he reaches the familiar bench.

The guys are there and the air shifts slightly when Lucas joins them. But not in a bad or awkward way. More in a prepare yourself way.

Lucas looks over them, flushes when his eyes meet Eliott’s and says, “Hey.”

A second later and both Arthur and Basile are on him, squeezing him to the point something in his back cracks.

Arthur lands a wet kiss on Lucas’ forehead and pulls him close to his chest all the while Basile is clinging to Lucas’ neck. It’d be embarrassing if it wasn’t this endearing.

He hears Yann and Eliott laughing at the scene and lets out a snort himself. “You can let go of me now,” he mumbles, his voice muffled by Arthur’s shirt.

“As if,” Arthur replies and tightens his hold around Lucas.

“Guys, let him breathe,” Yann says, trying to tug Basile away from Lucas. Once he succeeds, Lucas sends him a grateful look and gets a wide grin in return. Basile pouts but Yann throws an arm over his shoulders. Arthur probably won’t budge as easily as Basile, his grip iron, but Lucas will let him be.

He wraps his arms around Arthur in resignation and lets himself be hugged.

Things may not get any better, Lucas can’t shake the terror off himself and will not be able to do it for a very long time, but he never has to struggle all by himself and that’s a thing he’s learnt while going through all those hardships.

 ***

 Over a week has passed since that accident, but people are looking, of course, they are. And Lucas could almost laugh when they are all seated in the cafeteria. Each one of them sporting visible, although fading, bruises from then.

He hasn’t noticed earlier, but Basile has an enormous one in the middle of his forehead and Arthur’s nose is swollen. Not to mention Eliott’s split lip or Yann’s cheekbone wound. Thank God Lucas’ most prominent injuries are covered by his clothes.

They must be a sight nevertheless. People keep throwing looks their way just as they’ve been doing throughout the whole day, any time Lucas passed them in the hallways or during lessons.

But he tries to ignore the stares that make his skin crawl and focuses on eating his meal instead. The rest seem unbothered. They’ve probably gotten used to the attention in the past week.

Someone knocks into Lucas’ foot under the table and his head shoots up. The guys are busy eating their food or talking over one another and the only one that catches Lucas’ eye is Eliott.

“Are you okay?” he asks and Lucas raises his eyebrow in confusion. Eliott nods at Lucas’ side and only then does he realise he’s been rubbing his hand over his ribs. He immediately stops the movement and puts his hand on the table.

“I’m fine,” he replies sheepishly. How come did Eliott notice something Lucas wasn’t even aware of?

He doesn’t ask, letting his eyes fall back to his half-eaten pasta. He waits a moment and then sneaks a glance at Eliott, but he’s already preoccupied with his meal. Lucas lets his eyes wander over Eliott’s frame, the way he’s holding his fork, making a conversation or gesticulating with his free hand. Lucas pauses when Eliott smiles at something Yann has said, his eyes crinkling up with amusement.

Soon enough Eliott’s finished with his meal and takes a sip from his soda. Lucas observes how his Adam’s apple bops when he swallows. Eliott wipes his lips with the back of his hand and puts his elbows on the table, engaging in a discussion with Basile.

Lucas tries to look away, to eat his own lunch, but each time, his eyes go back to Eliott.

God, why is he making it so weird? Eliott didn’t tell him about his feelings to be gawked at, he gets it enough from other students. He confessed because he trusts Lucas. And Lucas is about to make him really uncomfortable if he doesn’t stop.

Lucas grits his teeth, angry at his behaviour and forces himself to go through the rest of what’s on his plate. He’s on his third bite when someone flicks him in the ear and he flinches.

“Have you been to the police station?” Arthur asks when Lucas finally looks up at him. Arthur’s sitting next to Lucas so he doesn’t have to raise his voice. That way the rest don’t pay them any mind. Small victories.

“I haven’t,” Lucas replies, twirling pasta around his plate. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Arthur scoffing.

“Why not? We all went,” he says, his eyebrows pinched. Lucas rolls his eyes. “Don’t make that face. You know the situation is serious, you can’t let that go.”

Lucas lets out a heavy sigh. “I was told you all reported the accident. The school said they aren’t going to leave it alone either. I don’t have to make it personal,” Lucas says petulantly. He knows he should press the charges against the bullies, he’s well aware of it. But how can he be sure it won’t cause more problems than do good? And it’s a scary thing. It’d make everything even more serious.

“You have to make it personal,” Arthur says, his voice full of disbelief. From his point of view, Lucas must be acting like a stubborn kid who doesn’t realise what happened.

“Maybe I don’t want to,” Lucas answers. He’s contradicting himself all the time. He wants justice, he wants to push forward, not have this situation swept under the rug. He promised before that he’d do something if he was hurt any further. But his whole being is telling him to just ignore it. Try to live as if nothing happened, like it was an obstacle he had to get through.

“You could have died. If no one had informed the principal, if the girls hadn’t seen it. If we hadn’t got to you on time, you could be dead right now,” Arthur says, his voice cutting through the noise around them. His tone is sharp and cold, giving Lucas chills. “Don’t treat it lightly. Manon told us you weren’t getting out of your room for days, that you weren’t eating. So please, don’t… don’t act like all is okay now as they were expelled.” Arthur has closed his eyes and the hand he’s put on the table is shaking. And Lucas realises that it’s not only about him. He remembers how Eliott told him that Arthur was blaming himself and it’s visible in the way he acts around Lucas as if he were something easily breakable.

There’s more to that. Lucas was attacked for being gay. Arthur is bisexual. It has to be petrifying for him, to be in a school where something like that happens to people like him. Lucas wonders if Arthur thought that he could have been a victim. Who knows, maybe Arthur is also blaming himself for that. That it was Lucas people picked on.

Arthur seems to be overflowing with emotions, bottling it up ever since the truth about Lucas came out. He has so many reasons to seek out rightfulness in this situation. Lucas wishes he could take this burden off him. He needs to stop thinking about himself only. He owes Arthur and all of his friends that much. Besides he’s already decided to fight his demons.

He puts his hand on Arthur’s shoulder and squeezes, trying to ground him.

“If it’s important to you, I’ll go. But only if you go with me,” Lucas mutters and Arthur looks up at him.

“It should be important to you as well,” Arthur replies, his voice sad. “Don’t do it for me. Or anyone else for that matter. Do it for yourself. I have to go,” he whispers, standing up. Lucas’ hand slides off his shoulder and falls limply to his side. Lucas watches Arthur go until he disappears completely.

The conversation with Arthur has been long postponed. Way too long.

Lucas turns towards the table and is met by three pairs of eyes watching him curiously.

“Did you hear all of it?” He scrunches his nose up.

“More or less,” Basile says apologetically.

“We told him that maybe it wasn’t the best moment, but Lucas, he’s right,” Yann tells him, frowning.

“You can’t just let the things flow. Sometimes you have to take control of your own fate,” Eliott adds, looking at Lucas meaningfully. Almost daring. As if he was saying I did it last Friday, can you?

Can he?

 ***

 Arthur is pretty much avoiding Lucas for the next two days. But in a way other people don’t notice. They hang out as a group, but Arthur doesn’t engage in conversations with Lucas, doesn’t pay him attention nor does he ask questions. For someone who didn’t know them, it’d look as if nothing’s changed, but Lucas can’t be fooled.

Lucas knows Arthur is upset. So do Basile and Yann who prompt him to talk it out. Eliott doesn’t say anything, but he must sense something is off if his confused looks are anything to go by.

Lucas catches Arthur after their shared biology lesson on Wednesday. It’s not easy since Arthur literally bolts out of the classroom like he knew that Lucas wants to talk with him. Fortunately, he’s stopped by someone also being in a hurry and bumping into him on their way.

The time during which Arthur gathers his bearings is enough for Lucas to reach him and clasp a hand on his shoulder. Arthur freezes and looks around, but when he notices it’s only Lucas, he huffs with irritation.

“We need to talk,” Lucas says and starts pushing Arthur forward, not taking no for an answer.

“Maybe I don’t want to talk,” Arthur retorts but doesn’t do anything to get away. So he’s not completely opposed to talking. Good. Lucas will take anything he can.

Lucas wants to have this conversation in private, which isn’t easy to obtain when one’s at school. Luckily for them, Arthur nods in the direction of a secluded place right under the stairs leading to the first floor. As far as Lucas knows, people usually use it to make out between the lessons, but this time it’s empty.

Once they approach the place, they slide down to the floor. Arthur leans his head back against the wall and sighs.

The stairs make them hidden from prying eyes. Lucas is very much thankful for that as he watches the distressed lines on Arthur’s face.

“I’m sorry,” Lucas decides to say and Arthur raises one of his eyebrows. He opens his mouth to say something, but Lucas stops him before any sound could leave his throat. “I didn’t consider how this could make you feel. Despite, you know, the usual, feeling guilty about being a burden for you and you getting hurt because of me. I didn’t stop to think about how else it could have had affected you. That’s why I’m sorry,” he finishes, tugging nervously at his fingers. He senses Arthur watching him from the side, but he can’t bring himself to look back at him.

“Lucas, it’s not about how we feel. I mean, yeah, it was terrifying. But it’s more about how dismissive you are. Like, your bruises will fade, but it’ll stay with you forever. You can’t just ignore it and pretend everything is okay. For your own sake, you shouldn’t be doing it,” Arthur says, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “It’s pissing me off. Because if something like that happened to one of us, you wouldn’t let it go,” he pauses to take a deep breath. “And I feel like I failed you. As your friend, as a part of your community. I couldn’t do anything, but watch all those things happen to you. I’m…” he curls up his hands into fists, “…filled with shame and rage. And despite that, I’m still helpless,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He’s looking down on his lip, his expression defeated.

Lucas is reminded once again of how Eliott mentioned to him Arthur’s feelings before. How Arthur feels responsible. Only now Lucas notices how much it must have been weighing him down. He reaches out his hand and wraps his fingers around Arthur’s. Arthur perks up at that and looks towards him.

“None of it is your fault. Stop blaming yourself. You haven’t failed me, not at all. You and the guys have always been by my side. If you keep thinking about it, it won’t end up well. Believe me,” he snorts, “I know from my own experience. And I– I want justice. I really do. I just. Don’t want to dwell on it, I guess. That’s been always my method when I had to deal with my problems. I’m not as brave as I wish I was,” he mutters and shrugs.

Arthur rolls his eyes.

“You’ve been through so much shit and you came out of it alive. So you are fucking brave,” he says boldly and squeezes Lucas’ hand. “And I know I shouldn’t think about it so much but I can’t stop it. I keep telling myself that if I had known sooner I–“

“You couldn’t have known sooner because I did everything I could to hide it from all of you. There’s no reason for you to feel guilty over something you had no control of. Literally. And shit happened to me after everyone found out. You couldn’t have done anything. So stop feeling guilty.”

Lucas is aware of how messy this whole conversation is, but regardless of that he can see Arthur clearly following. He may not be convinced, yet. But it’s the same as when Mika talked with Lucas. A starting point. Lucas can’t get rid of Arthur’s guilt with a couple of words, but he can plant a seed in his mind and let it grow. As long as they’re communicating, that’s what’s important.

A few beats of silence pass before either of them speaks. But the quiet isn’t suffocating. Lucas knows Arthur is processing everything he’s heard and trying to make sense of it. It’s more he could ask for.

“I can’t promise you I will, but I’m going to try?” Arthur says finally, his voice full of uncertainty.

Lucas nods, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “That’s fair. And I’ll think about going to the police, okay?”

“Fine, fine, but don’t think too long,” Arthur says teasingly and puts his head on Lucas’ shoulder. They rest there for a little while, in their small bubble. Lucas feels content.

 ***

 Lucas’ eyes continue jumping towards the entrance of the café every time he hears the little bell above the door jiggle. His palms are sweaty and he’s sitting uncomfortably straight on his chair. His hands are fiddling with a napkin and he checks the time every few minutes.

Both he and his mother decided that meeting up in a quiet and neutral place would be the most appropriate. Neither of them associates any hard feelings with this café, there aren’t too many people to feel anxious about and if one of them wishes to leave earlier, there are no bounds holding them down. It’s perfect.

He’s come much earlier than he should have, too nervous to wait any longer in the flat. He’s been pacing ever since he came back from school. He needed to get out. But now he’s stuck there, waiting for God knows how long before his mom will appear. He hasn’t thought it out too well.

He’s so caught up in his thoughts that he doesn’t even notice a woman sitting across from him. He jumps when she taps him on the shoulder and his head snaps up.

At first, he doesn’t recognise her. She’s smiling softly at him, her eyes surrounded by wrinkles. Her hair reaches the tips of her ears and is curled up at the ends. There’s a hint of lipstick on her lips and eyeshadow adorning her eyes. She looks elegant, sophisticated.

Lucas is staring at the woman and the images in his mind don’t match with the one in front of him. Last time he saw his mother, her hair was damaged and shoulder-length, she had bags under her eyes and her cheeks were sunken. Her skin was ashen. She looked like one bad move could break her.

Now she’s radiating life and Lucas feels like he’s sitting with a stranger. He doesn’t know how to act.

She tilts her head to the side and squints her eyes at him. Lucas thinks that she’s going to yell at him for something he’s done, be angry, but all she does is reach out her hand and brush her knuckles over his face. Lucas initially flinches away from the gesture, unprepared, but once he’s relaxed, he leans into her touch. It feels like coming home and there’s a pang in his chest when his mom pulls her hand away.

She scowls, watching him carefully. “I hope you will tell me everything that’s happened,” she says, opening the menu.

His mom orders a cup of green tea and a piece of cake all the while Lucas gets himself some hot chocolate. They are quiet while waiting for their drinks, avoiding each other’s eyes. Lucas has no idea why it’s so hard when they’re both determined to make things work. Maybe the wounds between them run way too deep.

The moment the waitress brings their orders and leaves, Lucas decides there’s no point in waiting any longer and he launches into the story. He starts from the very beginning – the drunken kiss– goes on to say how much Eliott’s appearance affected him and then how he was struggling with paying off the blackmailer. How his head was a mess for many reasons and he thought he was going to explode one day. Lucas talks about the night he slept with a girl because that’s what he thought was right. He doesn’t hide the way his father kept dismissing him, how it led to his breakdown and Lucas hurting himself. Lucas doesn’t skip any details, he doesn’t want to even if it’s hard to be so vulnerable. His drink stays untouched and his throat goes drier with each uttered word, but he pushes forward. Despite his shame and his voice wavering, he reaches the aftermath of the pictures being leaked. His hands are trembling when he talks about people’s treatment of him, their ostracising looks and verbal attacks. By the time he’s speaking about the boys throwing the ball at him and later on beating him up, Lucas feels detached. He finishes his story with a loud and shaky exhale, his heart pounding fast in his chest.

He’s not looking at his mom, keeping his eyes on his mug. He needs a moment or two to compose himself after pouring his heart out like that. He’s already told people about what happened, but it’s never been the whole story in one sitting. Lucas is exhausted. Completely spent.

He reaches out for his mug and takes a sip. The hot chocolate is lukewarm now and Lucas frowns. At least it doesn’t taste horrible.

“When you were saying all of that, I thought it can’t get worse, but with each sentence it did and I just can’t believe that you had to go through it alone,” Lucas’ mother says grimly after a few minutes pass. He looks up at her, but she’s avoiding his eyes. The expression on her face reminds Lucas so much of how Arthur looked for the past weeks. He can’t let another person in his life blame themselves for something that isn’t their fault. He can’t.

“I didn’t want to drag anyone into this. But even when people had no idea what was going on, they still offered their support. So it’s not like I was completely alone. Especially after everything went down, they had my back,” he says, shrugging, and hopes it’ll reassure her slightly.

“But I’m your mom,” she only mumbles, her voice sad. She’s staring at her palms, but her eyes feel distant.

“You tried to reach out to me. I wasn’t ready then. I’m glad you were willing to wait.”

She glances up at him, confused.

“I’d wait for you no matter how long,” she admits. “I should have been there in the first place.”

Lucas sighs, watching her slumped form. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe she isn’t strong enough and now Lucas is going to only make her feel worse. Maybe they won’t see each other for yet another year.

“I know it may sound harsh, but I can’t have you wallowing in self-pity now. I told you all of that because I need you,” Lucas says weakly, already prepared to get figuratively slapped in the face. He was foolish for thinking they could rebuild their relationship. Perhaps they truly are strangers. “I shouldn’t have put it on you,” he adds. His father always repeated that he shouldn’t give his mother more stress than necessary and Lucas should have listened, doesn’t matter how much of a scum his father is.

“No, Lucas, no. You should have. I want you to talk to me, to trust me. It’s just not easy listening to my son going on about getting hurt this much. It’d pain any parent,” she says, sniffing and Lucas gazes at her. He notices her eyes shimmering with tears and something breaks in him. “I want to be present in your life if you let me. I want to try to be the parent you need. Even if… even if I lack, I want to–“

“You are enough,” he cuts in, reaching out for her hand and squeezing. At this point, Lucas’ own eyes are watery, but he doesn’t pay it any mind. “Thank you,” he adds and gets a sad smile in return.

“I should be the one thanking you. You gave me another chance,” she states, gripping Lucas’ hand tightly as if she was scared that letting go would mean losing him.

He was wrong for thinking they can’t fix it and assuming the worst about her. She wants to be in his life, she wants to be his mother and that’s what’s important. He’s so relieved.

Lucas wipes a few strays tears that spilled from his eyes and snorts. “You gave me another one, too,” he mutters with a sheepish smile. He sees her bafflement, looking at Lucas as if he’s grown another head. “I left you,” he explains and these three words are what makes his mom cry. It’s not sad crying, he thinks when she ends up laughing during it. It’s hopeful crying, crying at how messed up the things between them have been but in the end, they managed to find each other again. Lucas joins her soon after, feeling much lighter after everything and he doesn’t even care about the looks people are giving them.

“I love you so much,” his mom says between sobs and reaches into her bag for a pack of tissues. She gives one to Lucas and blows her nose into the second.

“I love you, too,” Lucas replies, looking at her fondly.

They will have to put a lot of effort into making their relationship work since they missed so many years, but Lucas is certain that they are willing to be together no matter what it takes and as long as they keep trying, it’ll be okay. They might be clumsy and hesitant in the process, but it’ll be worth it. He knows it will.

 ***

 Thanks to everything Lucas has been going through, he’s completely forgotten about the common room and the fact they were supposed to paint the mural. He can’t be the only one since everyone besides Daphne looks out of place when she gathers them there after classes on Friday. She insisted they make a plan so the wall isn’t bare for the next few months. Some arrangements are made that Lucas tunes out of. He will ask the guys later.

His eyes are rather preoccupied now, focused on one strand of hair that looks too tamed on Eliott’s head. It’s plastered to the side of his head instead of sticking out. Eliott couldn’t have deliberately missed it when he was styling his hair in the morning. Lucas knows because despite the coolness Eliott is going for, he wakes up earlier to do his hair. He told Lucas about it when they were high.

So what happened that now his hairstyle looks asymmetrical but not in the good, messy way? Lucas supposes that everything would be fine if only Eliott ran his fingers through his hair. But much to Lucas’ displeasure, Eliott’s hands are safely tucked in his pockets and it doesn’t seem likely that he’s going to take them out any time soon. It’s okay, Lucas could do it himself. In addition, he’d see if Eliott’s hair is any soft or the product makes it rough.

Ugh, Lucas isn’t about to go up to Eliott and fix his hair. That would be weird and make everything awkward. Especially that Daphne is giving some speech and Lucas has already been acting odd around Eliott despite his best efforts not to. He hasn’t put any distance between them, no, but he keeps staring too much, watching Eliott and taking forever to say something coherent to him. It won’t take long for Eliott to notice. That is, if he hasn’t already caught up on something.  

Lucas is awful. He’s going to lose his friend if he doesn’t get his shit together. For fuck’s sake, he isn’t some straight dude that has just found out about his friend crushing on him. He should be more understanding towards Eliott, give him normal treatment. But there he is, fixating on Eliott’s hair, his fingers itching to make the plastered strand blend with the rest.

So deep in his thoughts, Lucas doesn’t register when the meeting is finished until someone nudges him in the side, startling him. It’s Yann, looking at him meaningfully and pointing towards the exit.

Lucas opens his mouth to reply but is stopped by another voice. “Lucas, can you stay for a moment? I need your help with something,” Daphne says, her voice devoid of her earlier cheerfulness.

Lucas turns around and replies, “Sure,” before looking back at Yann and shrugging.

“Okay, see you later.”

Lucas nods at Yann and watches him leave. “So what can I help you with?” Lucas asks, glancing towards Daphne and stopping in his tracks upon noticing how serious she looks like. “Everything fine?”

She takes a deep breath and steps closer to him. She’s avoiding his eyes. There’s something unnerving about her that wasn’t there a couple of minutes ago. She seems as though she’s about to crumble.

Lucas walks up to her, placing a comforting hand on her forearm. “What’s going on?”

She lets out an ugly snort. “We’re all about friendship and having each other’s back but when it comes to it I’m a coward. Absolutely the worst,” she says, her voice cracking halfway through.

Lucas watches her in confusion. “What do you mean?”

She finally looks up, her eyes filled with fear. “The pictures. I took them,” she lets out and her voice is deafening in the quiet surrounding them.

Lucas’ hand slides down.

“What?”

[fiftyshadesgrl]

He saved me/ part 4

Summary: reader is in a abusive relationship. When things take a turn for the worst she finds help in the winchesters.

Warning: there will be ssmut, violence, torture, abuse and language. If you triggered by any of this i suggest you not read.

Feed back is always appreciated.

A few hours later it was completely dark. Sam laid in the back seat as best he could with his headphones in sound asleep. Dean had ac/dc playing on the radio and i started singing along to my favorite song. 'You shook me all night long.' Dean looked over at me and smiled at my off key singing. Instead of poking fun at me he joined in.

After the song ended he spoke, "i didnt think you were a classic rock kind of girl."

"What kind of music did you think i liked?"

He shrugged, "that rap crap. Ya know bass blaring kinda stuff."

I laughed, "i like all kinds of music but you cant beat the classics."

"Hell yeah!" He fist bumped into the air. I couldnt hellp but smile. His carefree side was something for sure. My heart raced just by looking at him. His lips looked so soft and i wanted to kiss them. My eyes traveled down his body, i remembered his abs and chest so toned. My eyes rested on his crotch, from the outline i saw earlier he had to be huge.

"Darlin' if you dont stop looking at me that way..." he said in a raspy voice.

I whipped my head around so fast it made me dizzy. I shrank as close to the door as i could, keeping my eyes fixed on my hands. "Im so sorry. Please....i didnt..."

His hand grabbed mine and he intertwined our fingers. "Dont be sorry. I love the way you look at me, but right now youre in no condition to do what im wanting to do."

I blushed at his words, but felt a tinge of horror in my heart. "Why would you want me? Im a nobody, im worthless." I whispered.

"(Y/N) look at me." I kept my eyes on our hands. "Look. At. Me" he said more forcefully this time. I slowly turned my head and lifted my eyes to meet his. "Do not ever, and i mean ever let me hear those words come out of your mouth again. You are not worthless. You are somebody to me. Dont you ever second guess it again. Do you understand me?"

His eyes shown truth in his words. I have never had someone say that to me. I nodded in agreement but yet parkers words still sounded in my head.

'No man will ever want you after what ive done to you. You will disgust them. Just look at you, if i was any less of a man i would be disgusted. Youre fat and ugly. Your pussy isnt going to look or feel the same after this. No man will ever want to touch you again.'

"(Y/N)." Deans voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Our hands still twined together, i pulled away thinking parker was right. Dean was just being nice after what i went through. After i healed hed throw me to the curb just like everyone else did.

"You hungry? Im gonna fill up, theres a deli inside that makes subs. Want one?" Dean asked. I shook my head and turned towards the window before he could see the tears that slipped out from beneath my lashes.

He slowly got out of the car and finally i was in silence, except for sams light snoring. Dean is an amazing man, he could have any girl he wanted. He wont want a broken shell of a woman like me. I shouldve just let parker kill me. The world would be better off, dean and sam would be better off too. They wouldnt have to worry about taking care of me and have me be a burden to them.

Dean got back in the car a few minutes later holding three bags. "I figured since you liked pizza youd like this. They had pizza subs in there, i got you a drink too. I expect you to eat every bite. No arguments." He handed me the bag and i had to admit it smelled amazing. My stomach growled at the smell and he smiled and pointed to the bag.

I gave in and unwrapped it and took a bite. I havent had food this good since before i got with parker. I was lucky to have a can of cat food to eat even then i had to make it last a week, while parker on the other hand would fix himself whatever he wanted. He wanted me to lose weight.

The thoughts about me being over weight claimed my appetite and i put the sub back in the wrapper and placed it beside dean. "Thanks but im still full from earlier."

He pulled the car over on the side of the road, he turned to me quickly. "I know what youre thinking and dont do it. Eat it or i will force feed you right here right now."

Tears pooled in my eyes and he sighed, "look, im sorry im not trying to force you but you need to eat. If you dont youre not going to get better. Im just trying to take care of you." He grabbed my hand "(Y/N), what is keeping you from eating?"

I inhaled and the words just tumbled out. "Im fat, parker told me. I can see it myself. My stomach is to big, my thighs touch. Im ugly. I shouldnt eat so much. Parker only gave me a can of food a week."

Deans grip on the steering wheel tightend, i saw his knuckles turn white. "I swear that fucker is going to suffer for what hes done to you." I tried to pull my hand away but his grip tightend. "Dont pull away. I know its hard for you to realize this now but i am not parker. Youre beautiful and youre not fat. In my eyes youre the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. So no one elses opinion matters but mine."

I shook my head "dean youre just being nice because of everything that happened."

He rubbed his hand over his face in frustration, "no im not. Im telling you the truth. Now eat. We will sit here until you do." Just to prove his point he turned the key and the cars engine shut off. I sighed in defeat and started eating again.

He smiled seemingly pleased with himself. Soon we were back on the road. After i finished my sub i placed the wrapper in the bag and leaned my head over on the window. "Here." Dean said and i looked over towards him. He held his jacket out to me, i smiled "thank you." I waded it up and used it as a pillow. A pillow that smelled just like him. Soon enough i was asleep.

I woke up in a bed but this time it wasnt a hospital bed. It was softer and the covers were a bit scratchy but i was comfortable. The pillows smelled familiar, like dean. I looked around and only saw a dresser and a table with a lamp on it. I must be in his room at their house.

The door was open, i moved my leg to see if it still hurt. "Damn it!" The pain seared through my leg and i knew there was no way i could put weight on it. I sighed because i couldnt do anything for myself. I hated feeling helpless.

"You okay?" I heard deans rough voice from the doorway. I looked up and he was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. My god he looked good. I shook my head, "i hate this. I have to depend on you for everything. Im a burden to you and sam."

He walked over and kneeled beside the bed, "you are not a burden. I take care of you because i want to."

I smiled at his kind words. Ive been doing alot of smiling lately thanks to dean. Hes got such a wonderful soul and heart. He looks rough on the outside but hes really a very caring person.

"Thank you dean. I cant tell you how much i really appreciate what you and your brother done for me. I just wish i could help out in some way, but i cant do anything because of my leg." I placed my hand on his cheek and he actually leaned into my touch. I cant explain whats going on between my heart and dean but i liked it.

He looked up into my eyes with such adoration it hurt. What is it about him?

"I actually have a friend that can help you, if you want to." Dean said cautiously.

"How can they help me? Are they a doctor?"

He shook his head, "i know this is gonna sound strange. Cas...hes an angel. He can heal you in a matter of seconds and make everything go away."

I raised my eyebrow at him. He just waited patiently as i thought it over. Demons are real and i did pray that god gave me strength when i was with parker. So why cant angels be real? I looked into his eyes and nodded.

He let out a breath i didnt realize he was holding. He bent his head "cas, i need you."

I heard a big flutter of wings and there was a man standing in the doorway wearing a trenchcoat. Not the way i pictured an angel looking.

"Hello dean." Cas said in a raspy voice.

"Hey cas, this is (Y/N). She needs you to heal her." Dean said sitting on the edge of the bed beside me.

Cas walked over to me, "hello (Y/N). My name is castiel. All i will have to do is place my hand on your head."

"Thats it?" I asked.

Cas nodded and then i nodded and i shut my eyes. I felt his hand on my forehead and a warm sensation filled me. A few seconds later i felt amazing. I opened my eyes and dean was smiling at me.

"You look even more beautiful than before." He said touching my cheek. I leaned into his touch just as he did mine earlier. I looked up at cas he was standing there awkwardly.

"Thank you cas." I said shyly and he nodded. With a flutter he was gone. I looked around the room but he wasnt there.

"He does that alot." Dean said. "Now would you like to get a shower?"

I closed my eyes at the thought, "oh yes that would be amazing." I moaned, i felt dean shift on the bed. He was turned to the side with his eyes closed.

I put my hand on his shoulder, "dean?" He took a deep breath and turned towards me. He smiled and stood up and held out his hand.

I took it and stood up, and it felt amazing to be able to stand up and move without hurting. I chuckled and moved my leg and bent it. Im sure i had the most ridiculous smile on my face, but i was geniuenly thankful for everything.

"Everything feel alright?"

"Everything feels great. Thank you so much." Before i could stop myself i stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

He flinched a little and looked down at me. "Im so sorry...i didnt..im sorry." I said faster than i wanted to. I tried to turn away but he grabbed my wrist and turned me back to face him. He crashed his lips into mine and growled. His fingers tangled in my hair and pulled lightly. I bit his lower lip and moaned into his mouth.

I ran my hand up his flannel shirt and went to unbutton it when he grabbed my hands and pulled away from me. "No, i cant."

I backed away casting my eyes down to the floor, fiddling with the drawstring on my borrowed sweat pants. "No, im sorry. It was stupid of me to even think..."

He opened his mouth to speak but i just shook my head, "its okay dean you dont have to explain. I get it. Can you please show me where i can freshen up? I dont have any clothes so if its not to much trouble can i borrow these again?"

He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and a shirt. "You can wear anything of mine you want until we can get you some clothes."

I nodded and took the clothes from him. He walked me down the hallway to the bathroom and showed me where the towels and wash cloths were before shutting the door.

After a nice long hot shower i felt even better my hair wasnt all frizzy anymore, my black tresses were perfectly combed and straight. I hardly recognized myself in the mirror without the bruises and cuts.

I was in deans clothes and they were a little baggy on me but i was a curvy woman so it wasnt to bad. I walked out of the bathroom but had no idea where to go. The only place i actually knew was deans bedroom.

I walked down the hallway and passed more doors. They were all closed so i didnt dare to open them. After all this wasnt my house, i had no business snooping. I heard sam and dean talking on down the hall so i followed their voices.

I turned the corner into a big library of some sort. Sam sat at the table reading from a book dean sat in a arm chair across from him eating a sandwhich. He smiled at me and i couldnt help but giggle at his cheeks stuffed full with food. He was so cute.

"There she is. Feel better?" He said around the food in his mouth.

"Very much, thank you. Both of you." I said looking down. "I dont really know what to do around here. Ill try to be helpful while im here. I promise i will find a place soon and be out of your hair."

Sam looked up with a furrowed brow. "No one said you have to leave. Youre more than welcome here."

I nodded and smiled shyly at sam. He went back to whatever he was doing as i paced back and forth.

Dean walked up to me and grabbed my hands. "Hey, dont feel out of place here. If youre hungry get you something to eat. If youre bored sammy has plenty of books and we have netflix. I want you to make yourself at home."

Dean was tracing circles on my hand with his thumb, my breathing hitched and i could feel, something between us. Dean seemed to notice and let go of my hands.

"Sam, you got anything on where these demons are?" Dean asked sam.

Sam shrugged, "not a hundred percent sure at the moment. Parker is for sure the leader though. It seems like its a recruitment thing. Bobbys looking into it for us."

Dean throws his hands up, "now what?"

"We wait." Sam said impatiently.

@an-unhealthy-obsession

[protezioni]

‘ merry crisis. ’. - Bren

Of course I'll do this!! This was a whole lot of fun and you'll see a usual Protezioni environment too!

Brennende Ledidenschaft

A set of papers were set in the living room desk as several people began chattering to one another, not caring about the person who had bags under his eyes and his body language screaming out that he needed rest. No, no... They didn't care at all and he was probably used to that kind of treatment. He fixed his glasses before bringing out a pencil and paper, his eye twitching before he began drawing on the paper... Well, as a weapon specialist, he always had to know more about it or make one--- There was not a single day where he hasn't done that yet... He set his pencil down the moment he heard the door slam open.

What the fuck was that?

He turned his head to spot a close friend of his, her clothes shredded and some open wounds that leaked out crimson blood... A smile was still evident on her face, but the scent of gunpowder, smoke and fire was clearly from her... She raised her arms up in the air, proudly declaring that she was able to finish the task she had for the week. "I'm alive! Let's celebrate good times, come on!" She walked in further and she was only scolded by Sepheir who immediately began treating her wounds. The male rolled his eyes before resting his forehead on his palm. This woman... did she ever take things seriously after they were found? She could have died for crying out loud! He placed his papers away before dusting away some erasure dust from his lap.

"Tilear, you have to be more careful."

"Woah, Bren! Looking great as always!"

"Thank you, I would have the same to you if you didn't look so teared apart."

A grin came from the girl, but she stayed in position as the medic of the famiglia continued to fix her up. "Teared apart? Man, if you want to see teared apart, you enough saw how bad I beat those mafia bastards! I'm like Thanos, but sexier! I killed them with a snap of a finger!" She boasted about her success and he only decided to sit near her to listen to her story. "Bren, you should have seen it! I clesrly did amazing and it really did prove that those people was no match against a beautiful woman like me, Tilear! The Bomb Specialist!" She gestured to herself wildly and she winced once she felt how tightened the bandages were. "Woah! Slow down there, Sepheir."

"You should focus on the treatment, but it is nice that you ended up fine. Not that I doubted you for a second." He began standing up once again, as he did what he wanted. He confirmed she was alright... But those short seconds of ease was instantly destroyed when he noticed Zuro and Ace standing on top of the living room table as they gestured to their own... bodies? Were they boasting again? A twitch. Did they actually not see the set of papers there? He was working there. "Excuse me?" He raised his voice, causing the two to freeze for a good 5 seconds before realizing who said that. "Can you two get off? I was working."

"Zuro started it." Ace quickly jumped off the table before slicking his hair away. "He dragged me to go on top of the table after I challenged him to prove who really is the best and most attractive member of the Protezioni." He explained his side and Bren ended up placing his fingers on the bridge of his nose in irrtiation. "Don't worry, Bren! We didn't mess with the papers!" He grinned proudly before signalling Zuro to go off, and he did. In fact, Zuro even placed an arm around Bren and talked to him so casually despite the evident irritation in his voice and movement. "Are we going to ask Bren instead of the people making their bets on who will win?"

"Fuck yeah we will, and I know he will choose me!" Oh no. "Hey Bren, who do you think is more attractive when it comes to physical appearance? The perfect typical bad boy right here or that bitch who can't even finish a book."

"Can't finish a book? Who told you that? I'm only busy with such missions but I have had finished some before!" Ah shit. "Okay let me rephrase that, would you prefer someone who's definitely a perfect gift from god, or a spawn of Satan?"

"Hell is hotter than heaven, yo!" Here we go again. "Like why else do you think Papa G threw the demons out of heaven? It was probably because angels wont be angels with impure thoughts about one another!"

"Do you not know how this works? They were definitely thrown out for their sins!"

"Maybe Papa G was jealous and Brother JC was livid over hot men!"

"That doesn't make sense!"

"You don't make sense! Like damn, who has a fucking coat on but not a damn shirt?"

"It's called style! Who wears a hoodie 25/8?"

"This bitch does, and he does it fucking right!"

"Can you two shut up for a goddamn second?!" Someone across the room yelled, throwing a bit of a tantrum. "Maybe my sister would be fucking less stressed if you two jokes were actually fucking working instead of I don't know beING SO IMMATURE AND ARGUING OVER TRIVIAL MATTERS?!"

"Oh no." Bren repeated, but with his mouth instead of his mind. "Romano probably hasn't slept in three days and only lived on coffee again." This was something that happened with him once a new mission was going to happen. He always researched about the location, the members and even the facilities to make the infiltration much easier for the members who'd be going in the mission. He may not realize it, but he was one of the members who worked the hardest for the safety of the rest... But now stress was taking over and no one can really stop him... At least he thought.

Someone was going close to Romano, about to pet his head. "Romano, I think you need some rest."

"I don't nEED TO FUCKING REST, KO!"

Okay nevermind, his thoughts were wrong. Zuro and Ace were completely quiet, not liking the sight of an angry Capo Sei. They never really enjoyed seeing a member this angry to scream at the top of their lungs unless... Well, it was Izami or Fortunato, who were doing it on a daily basis. "Romano, my sweet Capo Sei, Ko is right! Let me get you some of your sleeping pills for you! I'll go to Miss Sepheir and make sure you have the proper amount of medicine and have a nice nap in your room or library! I don't get to decide that!" Ace was being nice to him and Romano's shoulder relaxed. "Sounds good?"

"wHO THE FUCK MADE OUR BABY UPSET?!"

"Tana? I am sorry for what I did, I didn't expect it'd end up this way."

"HOW DARE YOU, HE DESERVES HAPPINESS!"

"I said I'm sorry."

"AhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH"

"Great, now Romano is back to his panicking side." Bren began to facepalm, of course this would happen. This always happened. Now, he watched as other Crew Sei members held back Tana from fist fighting both Ace and Zuro, as the two only constsntly apologized to what they did to make their poor capo upset. The other members just watched this whole shit go down, Izami was yelling over them being immature fuckers, Aki was trying to calm him down. Fortunato was complaining about how loud they get and Bernando called him hypocrite, Yarohe was trying to make them stop arguing.

"Hi dears! I-"

Great. The boss finally arrived home from grocery shopping, and now she blinked a couple of times before processing the chaos going on.

"Merry Crisis." Bren greeted her bluntly and blandly. "Merry Crisis, Miss Rika."

[the-fiction-witch]

Londoner P2

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: CUTE

The outskirts the regects of london we called it, where daylight is a rarity and police are never seen unless there coming in for the girls. As soon as I got to my little house I parked the bike and just pulled it inside leaning it up against my work bench.

My house is little but I love it, Build it myself my little kitchen against the wall to the right with my work bench on the back wall with all my computers and tools, to the left was my little bathroom and the little stairs to the uper level with my bed and a skylight. I got some tools and began wripping this bike apart for parts, I clicked the radio on listening to the reports from the tower as I worked for a good long while my hands getting tired and my face oil covered. I heard a noise outside so turned off my radio cleaning off my hands with a cloth I heard another noise again so I grabbed my gun opening the door letting the light from inside flooding the door way outside “Someone there?” I ask into the dark

I saw a pair of feet sneakers, new ones, red with black laces “whoever you are,  your lost. Turn around London is about twenty mile back the way you came” I tell them

“Uhh No, I'm not lost” he answered it was that boy from earlier that Thomas guy he stepped forward so I could see him in the light from my door he rubbed the back of his neck looking scared

“what do you want?” I ask supried to see a london boy this far out

“You took my bike” he says “Can I have it back?” he asks

“why? You seem like a rich kid can't you just go get another one?” I ask

“I could” he nods “but... Please it's my bike I would really like it back” He says

“Anyone follow you?” I ask stepping out my door

“No, I don't think so” he says checking behind him

“Alright” I sigh “Come in” I nod putting my gun down and letting him in shutting my door behind him “Jacket off!” I order

“why?” he asked

“want your fucking bike or not?” I ask and he nods taking his jacket off putting it on the chair by my desk and shruged his clothes hung to him tightly “Undo your shirt” I tell him

“what!” he asked grabbing his shirt tightly

“Want your bike?” I ask waving the keys at him and he sighed taking a slow breath before undoing all the little buttons on his shirt letting it hang open exposing his pale skinny body, I went close to him making him look confused as I checked his back and his arms “No track, alright” I sigh giving him the keys “I've been fixing it up, taking the trackers out and such like” I explain

“Ohh, thanks I guess” he shruged doing his shirt back up and rolling up his sleaves to his elbows as I sat back at the bike he sat behind me looking at what I had done “what are you, some kinda mechanic lady?” he asked me a little puzzled

“Kinda” I sigh as I work

“what was your name again?” he asked rubbing his neck again

“Y/N” I smile

“Y/N what?” he asked fiddling with one of my tools, I wripped it out his hand and put it with my other tools

“Y/N Damma” I answer

“Damma?... Y/N damma, Y/N damma where have I heard that before” he says more to himself “Y/N Damma...” He says before he stook a sharp breath “Your- Your one of those” he began

“Yes, now please shut up” I sigh getting on with my work

“Your a britania federation rebal” he said very shocked slowly backing away from me till he hit my wall

“Relax, the stories aren't true london boy” I sigh

“You- You lot Kill london children” he stuttered

“That's what they say now? Fucking hell” I laugh

“You- You posion people” He stuttered sounding very scared

“How imaginative” I laugh

“You- ahhh! You made me take my clothes off! Are you going to rape me and throw me over a overpass?” he asks slightly crying

“Ohh come on!” I complain getting up “That's what londoner's think of us! When the hell has anyone every been raped and thrown over an overpass?” I ask

“I – I I don't know” he stuttered

“Arseholes” I sigh “Were rebals not the bloody boogie man, it's stupid londoners tell the kids horror stories” I sigh

“So... you don't do that?” he asked

“No” I laugh as I got back to work

“You're not as horrible as the stories” He smiled moving back to sit next to me

“Cheers” I laugh “what do they say then? What do londoners tell there little boy and girls about the BF?” I ask

“That people who live in the outlands are mutated from the great waste” he explained “and only get worse the more they inbreed with each other” he explained

“Okay now that is fucking rude” I sigh “I have been out here my whole life, never seen anyone even mildly mutated genetic or otherwise. Ohh except that one guy he had seven toes. That was strange” I explain

“Really?” He laughs and I nod

“I wont be done for a little while, want something to eat?” I offer

“Uhh no thanks” he answered looking worried

“Relax, I'm not trying to poisen you” I laugh getting two sugar pops and offering one to him “look still sealed” I laugh and he happily took it giving it a try

“Ummmm! What is this?” he asks

“A sugar pop” I laugh opening my own and starting to suck on it as I work

“It's Amazing” he smirked “what is sugar?” he asked

“You don't know what sugar is?” I ask “Ohh right, sugar gt outlawed in london” I laugh “you properbly shouldn't have this” I tell him trying to take it away but he moved away keeping it close to him “Alright fine” I laugh working on the bike “what else do they say in london?” I ask

“That BF men brake into houses and steal babies” he explained

“No, we do not do that” I laugh

“That BF men take young girls for uses” he explained

“Well, we do not do that either” I smile

“My mum always said outlanders girls where horrible, that they where the most ugly women in the whole world” he laughed and I glared at him “But... you don't seem it. Your very beautiful actully Y/N” He smiles at me “what do you guys to... when you come to london?” he asks

“Wreck buildings, cause horrible havok in order to make our point” I tell him

“What about when your out here?” He asks

“Live” I answer “what do you do?” I ask him “In london?”

“Ohh I work at London print, I'm an editor” he sighs “Thats all, nothing important” He shruged

“Really?” I ask him quickly

“Yeah, Why?” he asked licking the sugar pop

“How do you feel about the BF? Without the horror stories?” I ask

“I- I guess I never really thought about it to be honest” he answered rubbing the back of his neck “I mean you guys can't be all bad. But there- sorry you're always on the news not doing the best of things for londoners” he says

“Great” I sigh “That's the problem with londoners you only think about how this shit effect you, your all selfish you couldn't give to shades of shit what happens to the rest of us out here!” I yell “You all just think what you're told to think by your percious master player” I sigh

“Hold on Hold on!” he says putting his hand on my arm “I never said I didn't agree with you, I don't on a lot of things but... I don't agree with london on everything either” He says and I pushed his arm away

“like what?” I ask

“The whole..scanning you in and out of everywhere I always feel like someones following me” he answered seeming nervous and scared to say it almost checking over his shoulder

“Thomas” I laugh making him look back to me “Your safe, your outside of london you can say what you like” I laugh

“I don't like how we get forced into marriage, when I get married I wanna mary her for love not because we have like six weeke left before they patner us up” He sighed “maybe I don't wanna get married yet and setal down, maybe I wanna find a nice girl rather then get one thrown at me who's about as excited to marry me as I am to marry her, and the fact I have to be married I have two more birthdays before I am forced to, and Maybe I don't want a kid!” He yelled before I grabbed his hands

“Whoa... okay I get it Thomas” I laugh “You have a lot of repressed anger don't you” I laugh

“well where not allowed to complain about this stuff in london, so I never have before” he shruged

“aww, thats cute, come on say one of the big nine” I giggle

“The- really! I couldn't!” he says nervously

“your outside of london Thomas knowone will arrest you” I smile he looked nervous but a little excited

“You promise you wont tell on me?” he asked

“Thomas I'm a BF rebel you can say them all you like” I laugh and he giggled

“B- B- Bugger!” he yelled before covering his mouth

“There you go” I laugh “You can say all of them if you want” I laugh

“all of them?” he asks and I nod he took a deap breath before yelling quiet loudly “fuck! Shit! Bloody hell! Arse! Dam! Tit! Wank! freanking! Bugger!” he yelled before giggling like a little kid

“you alright?” I laugh

“Yeah” he smiles “I- I don't think I've ever said them outloud before” he blushed “I like it here” He smiles

“I do to, part of why  left really” I smile “I don agree with you the assinged marrage is kinda shit” I laugh “Hasn't been a wedding in the outlands for years” I laugh

“Really? One almost a day  in london, esspecaily given the fourty second generation are all coming to marry age” He sighed

“Yeah because If they don't they'll get thrown together with someone else on the same street” I laugh

“True, what did make you leave Y/N?” He asks

“All done” I smile finishing his bike “No trackers, no limiter, you can run off the tracks, go over thirty and pop from london to the outlands with no issues” I explain

“Oh thank you so much” He smiled “I don't know how I could possibly repay you Y/N” He cheered

“Save your londoner money Thomas, no use to me here” I sigh going and laying on my bed

“Would you uhh... mind if I came back? To like visit? It gets really boring in london days I'm not working. I'd love to come and swear with you again” he blushed

“Do what you want” I shrug

“Okay, well It was nice meeting you Y/N” he smiled taking his bike out and I heard him reving it and going off back to london, so I locked my door and got ready for a cold night.

[silviasutton1989]

T.T.K. Ch. 14 “Who you are.”

A/N: Just want to quickly thank you guys for sticking along this far. Now as you probably could tell from the first few chapters the character’s relationship really isn’t the main topic for this story. I took way too long to get to this point but hey where here now so we can now get back to the plot. I hope you guys are enjoying reading it as I am writing it!!

Word Count: 2000

Rating: Mature probably course language not sure though.

Catch Up: Chapter 1  1.2  2  3  4  5  6  7 8  9  9.2  9.25   10   11   12.1 12.2

        13   

Summary: With Drake’s bags packed can Riley convince him to stay? Olivia decides today is the day Liam DTR...will she gets the answer she is searching for?

"Riley I'm done with this, all of it. I'm leaving tonight."

Riley watches as her fiancee stuffs his things into his luggage. Her heart beats throughout her chest, mouth gone completely dry, she stands to her feet going to the closet and pulling all the clothes from their hangers. 

"Ok. Where are we going?" She finds her luggage opening and throwing her clothes in as well "You know I haven't seen your cabin yet...what about your mom? How about we go and actually tell her about our engagement in person." She rambles on of the many places they could go as her closet begins to empty. Drake takes her hands to stop her.

"Stop it Riley. I'm leaving and you are staying here." He spoke in the softest voice he could but it does little to soften the blow, as he takes her to the bed, they sit on the edge. "I think I need time...um we need time to figure this out."

"Figure what out Drake? It was a kiss. A stupid drunk kissed that meant..."

"It meant something if your kept it from me, Riley. And it really meant something if you completely lied about it." He walks over to a dresser opening each one taking his clothes out and carefully leaving hers behind. 

"So you can hold secrets about Kiara, but I make one mistake and you bolt? I didn't do that to you." 

"No you didn't." He clutches one of his white t's in his hands "and I loved you so much for that. I was so afraid that that secret was somehow going to break us. And then when I told you and you didn't fault me for it. You forgave me right then and there. That was the only time that lately I knew you truly loved me. But now it's some bargaining tool to guilt me into staying? It's just my luck that the only reason you forgave so quickly was because you needed forgiveness yourself." He scoffs zipping up his luggage.

"So that's it? It's over?" Springing from the bed she blocks him from moving any further. "So we're back to this huh? I have to prove my love to you. I'm sick of doing this with you Drake! From day one I told you my feelings for you and you never believed me. I'm sick of you constantly pushing me away. You want to act like this kiss is making you leave when you have been itching to run since you gave me this ring." She screams trying to take it off but it's stuck on her finger. 

"I haven't been itching to run from us. I have been holding on to you for dear life!" His voice breaks as it rises. "Riley I love you more than anything. Second to you is Liam. You don't think I haven't seen how he still looks at you? I know that look all too well, Riley. I know that Liam was the one to stop the kiss from going any further. If he hadn't what would have happened?

"Yes I'm attracted to Liam. I dated him longer than I have been engaged to you so...yeah there's some unresolved feelings there. But I don't lo---"

"What if... what if you two really were supposed to be together? To be that perfect romantic love story and I was just supposed to be a filler backstory."

She wants to touch him to tell him he is the best story she could ever hope to have, but the only thing that comes out: "So what am I supposed to do? Parade through our engagement tour when you're clearly breaking up with me!"

"I'm not breaking up with you. I'm giving you a free pass. There's 3 more weeks left on this tour. Take the time to figure out what you want. I still want to marry you. If the press ask tell them I'm at the palace, helping with arrangements for the wedding. And when you get back if it's me you want I will be there. If it's not...."

"Drake..."

Drake walks to the door but stops before opening it. He turns around quickly grabbing Riley into his arms planting a searing kiss on her lips praying between lips that she wont forget it. And then he was gone.

Although her clothes were perfectly folded and color coordinated her mind was on other things.

"Liam, we have been friends for over...no almost 20 years now. I think it's time we finally define what we are. No that sounds stupid. Liam you are an idiot who doesn't know a good thing when--- No!"

Olivia looks around her room. The tour would be making their way to another estate tonight and any other time packing would be the highlight of her day. Today, however would be the day she finally knew exactly where she stood with Liam. In her head she pictured giving the most moving speech that would spring him to his feet and his lips crashing onto hers. Or he would give her that diplomatic smile that he displays at charity events and tell her they were and would always be just friends. Despite what could happen at least by the end of the day she would know.

"It's now or never." After checking the time on her phone she leaves her room to search for him. 

She spots Liam turning a corner. He's yards away but close enough too recognize. Olivia fastens her pace stepping slowly to catch him, practicing her lines.

"Liam...King Liam... your majesty ...no we've seen each other naked, formalities aren't necessary. Liam. You got this, Liv, just keep your cool and..."

She looks up to see Riley her arms around Liam crying in his coat jacket like a baby. Olivia takes only a few more steps closer just to hear their conversation.

"He left? Riley what do you mean he left."

"He said you and I have some unresolved issues and that he's taking himself out of the equation for us to figure it out...basically he's pawning me off on you."

Liam wipes the tears from her checks his thumb lingering on her face longer than it should. Their eyes meet and neither dares to look away.

"Riley, I'm so sorry. Look I have a few meetings to run to but how about tonight we talk...about us. I think if it's gotten to this point we should at least do that."

"I think so too." Liam lifts her chin coaxing her into a smile.

Olivia couldn't see his smile or the way his eyes were glued onto Riley's but she new both were there, she knew that much from memory of their night together. She speeds her pace in the opposite direction.

Back in her room her bags are packed but her heads in scrambles. Where the hell would she go? Stay on the trip and watch those two rekindle some twisted version of love would probably result in pulling her hair out...or Riley's...or Liam's.

Somehow, suitcase in hand she finds her way outside. The only limo in the drive way's trunk is open and as she walks to it she sees the flannel shirt of a broad shoulder man placing his own luggage into the trunk.

"I thought you left last night." she states Drake turns to see her famous smirk on display. She hands him her bags and gets into the back seat. 

Drake shuts the door behind him, "I guess you and Riley talked."

"Something like that..." The car begins to roll down the driveway the mansion looks smaller with distance as she watches out the back window.

"I told her I was leaving last night but... I stayed outside the hallway waiting. Waiting for her to come after me...for her to find Liam. But she didn't... I think she cried herself to sleep." Drake rubs his eyes. "She loves me I know she does she just..."

"Riley likes a damn project." Olivia states bitterly "You think what attracted you to her is love? Ha! She liked you because she thought she could fix you. It's the same for me. She wants to run in on her high horse and act like God's gift of a best friend like she's really going to make our worlds better but really she's a backstabbing.....I mean yeah she loves you Drake." Biting her lip she looks to her phone for the next flights out.

"Maybe I made a mistake. This was stupid wasn't it? Leaving her for Liam to swoop in....god this is stupid. I just gave him my fiancee on a sliver platter! We should turn around."

"Shut up! The best thing you could ever do is let those two figure out their own demise. They wont listen to reason so let them crash and burn...at least we don't have to collateral damage." Folding her arms together.

"So are you coming to Cordonia...want to help me create a fairy tale wedding that will probably end up being for my fiancee and my best friend?" He tries to chuckle but it sounds more like a dry heaving.

"No I need to go somewhere else...somewhere." 

On the way to the airport they pass by the Apple Wood manor her heart sinks as she types the text:

 I know it's been a while but I need to talk to you

 She deletes the text before pressing send. No, if she sent it she would only get an excuse to not come. Surprise attack was her best tactic.

She trudges through the waist high grass. The jagged peaks of mountains behind her, a forever road of green before her, Olivia sighed trying to catch her breath. She wanted to turn around catch the cab before it speed away. Her phone died hours ago, which really didn't matter since there was no signal here. No choice but to power on to ask the questions she desperately needed answers to by the only person who would have them.

Olivia found her near a hut, a campfire roaring before her. She is seated in a full lotus position her eyes closed to the heaven her dusty dark red hair flowing freely in the wind, Olivia waited a minute before speaking

"Hello, Aunt Lucretia."

The woman opens her eyes one at a time, a soft smile slowly filing her face.

"Well, hello Blaze. I know you're not lost so to what do I owe the pleasure." She watches her niece try to sit on a small bolder in front of her but quickly gives up and stands.

"First of all I told you not to call me that. Second I'm doing fine thank you for asking you know since it's been years since you've bothered to see me."

Lucretia closes her eyes and continues to meditate breathing in deeply then speaking as she exhales. "If you want me to call you Olivia you have to call me by my name, Blaze"

"I will never call you Earth Star-child ever."

"Fine Aunt Lucy will do. So is this a social visit? I am glad to see you really I am. But my third eye is sensing stress. So out with it. What are you troubles my niece?"

"I need to know why am I not enough?"

"Excuse me?" Olivia twitches as she has her aunt's full attention.

"I need to know why am I not enough. Liam can't choose me over someone who clearly doesn't love him. Riley knows I'm in love with Liam but she still strings him along because she can. Isaac couldn't choose me over The True Kings." Lucretia shoots her a wide look, but Olivia doesn't notice, her words spewing from the thoughts she has held in far too long. "but all those idiots are irrelevant compared to the 1st two people who didn't care. Why did they do what they did? Killing Constantine was more important than, their child! And I need to know why! You gave me up too. So I need to know why, why am I never enough for anyone, especially my parents!" 

Her breaths are hurried as she finishes finally looking at her aunt not sure if her expression is anger or confusion. The woman stands from the ground her full length tunic dress gathers the dirt at her feet as she moves toward her niece.

"You stupid stupid little girl. You think my sister risked her life just to see Constantine dead? That you weren't enough? You meant everything!" Her words echo through the mountains as Olivia stares in shock "And you still do. Crying over stupid boys! Don't you know what you have? Don't you know who you are?!"

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