#it's anyone's guess but they will come out bruised and bleeding

[a-flaming-idiot]

Types of Lilanette dynamics I find funny:

1. Lila is the biggest fail-loser of a liar while thinking she's the ultimate puppetmaster and Marinette just scoops her up like a cat

2. The brightest ray of sunshine X the evilest little sunflower ever

3. Lila is ready to rule the world but first, she has to figure out how to stop blushing and actually learn to talk to this stupid girl (And maybe even kiss her)

4. Marinette and Lila doing the most beautiful, elaborate, graceful ballroom dance together while wearing awe-inspiring dresses made by Marinette herself. The whole time they're staring into each other's eyes just going "Ihateyou!Ihateyou!Ihateyou!Ihateyou!Ihateyou!Ihateyou!Ihateyou!Ihateyou!"

5. Normal powerless girl Marinette was nice to the new girl once and now the vigilante Volpina won't leave her THE FUCK ALONE!!!! (Marichat but make it toxic yuri)

6. Lila's room is covered in sneakily taken photos of Marinette. Marinette spends every day ranting about how much she hates Lila. Both girls have filled notebooks just writing about the other. And Alya is wondering when they're just gonna kiss already.

7. Nooroo is so confused by his new holder who just sits in her room all day, making Akumas with the strict intent of affecting a single girl in her class. Is this some kind of new-age human courting tradition?

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #lila rossi #ship dynamics #lilanette #but there are no brain cells to be found #Two girls are either gonna fist fight or kiss #it's anyone's guess but they will come out bruised and bleeding #Don't kill me for this #I just think they're the ship with the most comedic potential #yet also the most dramatic potential #flame writes

[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

Officer Down | J.H.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Summary: Jay takes a hit to the chest during a shootout and gives you quite the scare. Based on episode 6x2.

A/N: I finally wrote something!! (Shocking I know) it only took me 7 months but I’ve finally got a new fic for yall. I’m sorry for being so slow to write but the last 7 months have been ROUGH.

I’ve been wanting to write this fic forever and was finally inspired to finish it after rewatching the episode. I don’t really like how this turned out but that’s what happens after writers block I guess

Warnings: near death experiences, guns and shooting

Word Count: 637

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This case had been difficult for the team, Jay getting hit his hardest with his dad being one of the victims on the fire. The longer the chase for the arsonist, the more you could see him spiraling. You expected it, all things considered. Jay may have said they didn’t have the best relationship, but it was still his father. What you didn’t expect was for Jay to disobey a direct order from Voight and go after the suspect on his own.

After you took his truck and two way, you thought he would be safe, far away from the action. So when you heard his call come in over the radio, your heart sank to your stomach.

“This is 5021 George. Emergency. Shots fired. Offender down, need an ambo. Lower Wacker and Columbus.”

As soon as you heard his location, you took off running, Kevin close behind. Rounding the corner, you saw Jay unmoving on the pavement, his side covered in blood.

“5021 Victor. Officer down. I repeat, officer down. Lower Wacker and Columbus. Get us an ambulance!” You rushed to Jay’s side, leaving Kevin to take care of the offender.

You tried to stay calm as you ripped open his shirt, panic threatening to override your training. You could see he was bleeding from his side, but you couldn’t tell what the damage was from the other bullets.

“Jay? Hey, talk to me.” Your voice wavered.

Jay was breathing heavily, looking at you with wide eyes. You pulled his vest away from his body, feeling under it for the bullet.

“It didn’t go through. It didn’t go through.” You pressed on the wound at his side with shaky hands. “You’re gonna be okay. It’s okay. Just breathe.”

-

You watched intently as the paramedics patched up Jay in the back of the ambulance. There were officers all around you, blocking off the scene and questioning the other members of the team, but you tuned it all out.

Once the paramedics were done treating him and he had gotten a thorough scolding from Voight, you made your way over.

“Hey.” You took a seat next to him. “You gonna be okay?”

Jay looked at you sheepishly. “Yeah, I’m okay. No serious damage, just a few stitches and some major bruising.”

“Good.”

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I just couldn’t stop myself.” He said quietly.

You nodded lightly, giving him a small smile and patting his leg gently. “I know.”

The paramedic came back over and you used the interruption to excuse yourself. You could feel the aftermath of the situation setting in and you needed to get away from the scene.

You heard footsteps behind you and Kevin appeared at your side. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yep, I’m good. I’m fine.” You replied, unable to keep the emotion out of your voice.

Kevin put a hand on your arm, slowing you down and turning you towards him. “Woah, woah.” You couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes as you met his gaze. “Yeah, that’s the adrenaline wearing off. It’s okay.”

“I thought he was dead.” You choked out the words.

Kevin put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. “So did I.”

As the two of you made it back to the cars, he brought you in for a hug. You gripped his shirt tightly, embarrassed by your crying, but soaking in the comfort after the emotions of the past hour. You knew out of anyone, Kevin would never judge you for being human.

“I gotcha.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. “C’mon, Sarge said we’re done for the day. Jay’s in good hands. I’ll drive you home.”

You spared one last glance back towards Jay as you got into the car, only to find him looking right at you, his face etched with concern.

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#jay halstead #chicago pd #one chicago #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead fic #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead blurb #jay halstead one shot #chicago pd fic #chicago pd x reader

[archangeldyke-all]

okay, hear me out… spiderman!sevika 😮‍💨

granted, i've never seen any of the spider man movies so this is all just guess work but... u are definitely onto something with this, anon.

men and minors dni

singed and silco, two scientists on the cutting edge of genetic modification and microbiology, joined forces three years ago to experiment with spiders in order to produce webs that could be used in surgeries to quickly close badly bleeding arteries.

you and sevika, their respective lab assistants, have been working together ever since.

while the two doctors make their rounds at various government agencies and universities, asking for grants to fund their research; you and sevika spend your days holed up in the lab together, studying spiders and looking through microscopes.

you guys have grown pretty close. your work is your life, sevika's is hers: you're both in the lab for upwards of twelve hours a day on average. which means that you guys know each other really well. you're lucky your lab partner is so attractive and charming. she's lucky that you remember to eat three times a day, and always drag her along with you.

you're there the night sevika gets bit by a spider that singed named 'shimmer.'

you're right by her side, watching in horror as the bite swells her hand up until it's the size of her face-- and then deflates and goes back to normal within a minute. you're there to gasp in horror as you watch sparkly blue streaks engrave themselves up sevika's left arm, onto her neck and jaw. you're there to catch her when she passes out, you're the first thing she sees when she wakes up after.

she comes back to work the next morning insisting she's fine and refusing to make eye contact with you.

she's obviously not fine. but you don't mention it.

you don't mention it when she starts coming to work with bruises and scrapes-- broken glass in her hair.

you don't mention it when a mysterious new vigilante starts making the rounds around town-- preventing crimes that just so happen to occur while you and sevika aren't in the lab-- apparently shooting webs and swinging away before anyone can get a good look at them.

you don't even mention the police scanner she brings in to listen to while the two of you work.

but when you get the lab one late night to check on some spiders you've been trying to get to mate and find sevika in a shredded red costume, bleeding profusely from her side-- you can't hold your tongue any longer.

"oh, for fuck's sake, sev!" you cry as you grab the first aid kit off the wall and rush over to her, pushing her hands away from the gash in her side. she's delirious from blood loss, her eyes glossy as she looks up at you.

"'m sorry. 'm gettin' blood everywhere..."

"fuck-- just-- sit back for me okay?" you ask.

"don' take me to the hospital... they'll take me away for tests 'n i'll never come back." she mumbles. your heart breaks for her and all the fear in her voice, and you nod, promising her. she passes out moments after.

you patch her up and get her out of her blood soaked costume, then lay her down on the little couch in your break room.

you don't take your sight off of her the entire night. you keep your eyes focused on the steady rise and fall of her chest, and you keep your mind focused on the scolding you're going to give her when she wakes up.

and when she does wake up, and seemingly remembers all that's happened, she immediately tries to cover it up.

"it's not what you think, i got robbed!" she says. you groan, resisting the urge to punch her now that she's injured.

"sevika, you can lie to yourself all you want, but i was there when you were bit." you say. she blinks.

"you...you've known the whole time?" she asks. you chuckle.

"you're not subtle!"

"i... why didn't you say anything!?"

"it was cute watching you think you were gettin' away with it." you say, shrugging. sevika chuckles a bit, and you kick her shin, sighing. "look, sev." you say. "so you've got superpowers. fine. you wanna be a vigilante? cool. but you can't-- you're gonna end up dead before you can do any real good if you don't have someone watchin' your back for you." you say. she sighs.

"i know..." she mumbles.

"and..." you continue. sevika raises an eyebrow at you and you huff. "i really don't want you dead, sevika. you're a good lab partner, and a better friend and..." you trail off shaking your head. "'s stupid." you chuckle.

you can hear sevika's throat click as she gulps. "what's stupid?" she asks. you huff. "the spider bite gave me psychic powers, y'know, i'll just figure it out myself." she says. you burst into laughter.

"no it did not." you say. sevika huffs.

"no, it didn't." she sighs. "c'mon just tell me!"

"sevika, it's stupid!"

"stupider than me being a fucking spider powered superhero?" she asks. you giggle.

"yes!"

"how is it stupider than that!?"

"because i'm not a spider-powered superhero, i've got a fucking crush on one!" you say. sevika's eyes go wide, and you cringe. "fuck-- forget it."

"will you be my sidekick?" sevika asks. you snort.

"that's even worse than a spider-powered superhero."

"but will you?" she asks. you shrug.

"if you pretend i didn't just say that." you offer. sevika snorts.

"that wouldn't work though..." she says. you look back up at her and she shrugs. "i was kinda thinking it could be like a sidekick/girlfriend/labpartner 3 in 1 kinda thing." she says.

you grin, and sevika smiles, and then-- she's kissing you. you don't know how you ended up in her arms-- you could feel the webs drag you toward her but you didn't get a good look at how she did it-- but you can ask later... when she's done kissing you.

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@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai @vikasub

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

Everlark (Mockingjay, Ch. 25-27)

peeta also being in the burn unit bc he was in the city circle

what i personally believe is that he's the one who tried to put out the fire that overwhelmed katniss, hence his own burnt hands and forehead

her using peeta's coping mechanism of pain to stay grounded in reality

when katniss talks about all the people she trusts being said, she highlights that there is peeta but he wouldn't know any more than her about 13's plans.

"we are both fire mutts now" - still a (broken) team

"those same blues" mentioned again

haymitch understanding katniss. the dad that stepped up. i love that he says "i'm with the mockingjay" instead of "yes"

katniss being our fave feral girl by literally biting into peeta's hand as he stops her from taking her nightlock

the fact that when she says "let me go", our baker boy with the beautiful words and the charm can only say "i can't"

just another instance where these can't let each other go. has anyone made a counter for these instances?

peeta is well and truly back. to do that. to know he can't let her go. that even when she bites him so hard he bleeds, he just looks into her eyes and lets her know he can't let her die

the fact that after the way katniss was used in the games and then in the rebellion, afterwards when she's damaged and broken and bruised and they have no more use for her, she's just sent off to 12

"there's no obstacle now to taking my life. but i seem to be waiting for something" - the same way peeta kept his hand open with the nightlock pill waiting for katniss to curl over his hand for him, katniss waits for peeta's permission to die

i love that she doesn't even mention peeta by name when she sees he's returned. we just know instinctively that he's the "him" that's back.

peeta says dr aurelius wouldn't let him leave the capitol til the day before which makes me think peeta had really been trying to be discharged to get back to katniss.

"his eyes have lost that clouded, tortured look"

katniss who understandably has fallen into physical disrepair over the last two chapters now feels "defensive" as peeta looks at her, frowning, and tries to push her hair out of her eyes somewhat. her relationship is SO different to the one she has with everyone else. and that's because it's really the only one where she's concerned with romance and her looks etc

peeta digging up and bringing her primrose. the boy with the bread is still here bringing gifts that can't have a price put on them. he is the sweetest most beautiful fictional boy

katniss is relieved that gale is in 2, far away. that era of her life is over, that friendship is over.

although she's still confusing right to end. why are you thinking about gale's lips kissing other lips. i think it's just like her finding closure but still.

katniss falling asleep on the sofa but waking up in her bed. we can guess who got her there

it's only after peeta comes back that katniss starts to hunt, find closure, grieve with others.

peeta bringing her a warm loaf of bread again.

them taking the family plant book and creating a new book to honour and remember the dead. her, peeta and haymitch creating their own makeshift family book. so tragic so beautiful

"peeta and i grow back together" - like it was inevitable.

But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.”

i love how simple and matter of fact this whole passage is. she doesn't need to go into flowery descriptions or explanations. she's already done that for three books.

i just love this whole passage so much. so much hope. so much love. after all that's happened, katniss learns to live again, to hope again, to love again, to see goodness again. and peeta is a key to her achieving that. and it's so beautiful

as an adult, i now know that this scene is alluding to their first time having sex. the mentions of his arms that build to his lips that build to her hunger from the beach that night. "so after" is after that night, that moment in their relationship where things become elevated in a new way.

him whispering that is not him asking her to declare it or say it. he's asking her to confirm what he feels, has felt. that she loves him. and she knows now her answer forever. real.

#everlark #the hunger games #mockingjay #peeta x katniss #katniss x peeta #katniss and peeta #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #tgtpto everlark read #haymitch abernathy

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Shared Stock.

Pairing: Yandere!Cowboy!OC x Reader x Yandere!Farmer!OC.

Word Count: < 1.0k.

TW: Explicit Cowboy Self-Indulgence, Implied Non//con, Prolonged Imprisonment, and Gun Violence.

Mercy thinks Wren is too careful.

She says he treats you too much like a porcelain doll, not enough like the little spitfire she claims to know you are. She'll scoff when you tell her about his paranoia, roll her eyes when she sees you dressed in his aprons and flannel over-shirts, insist that you're tough enough to handle a few weeks on the open road - even if she never lets you out of her sight, much less far enough from her side to stray into any proper danger. She could spend hours admonishing the way Wren fusses over every scrape and scratch, but in all honesty, she's more selfish than trusting, willing to make-believe that you'd do better on horseback than tucked away in some ramshackle farmhouse if it means she gets to take you with her when she leaves town, on her way to some unnamed city on the edge of the world with only a herd of cattle and her crew. She doesn't think you'd stand a chance on your own, not in earnest, but she's far too possessive not to make your life as difficult as hers.

She's far too possessive in general, really. You know better than to say as much aloud (you can still remember the taste of her pistol against your tongue, still hear the sound of her voice as asked if you wanted to call her 'jealous' again), but there's a reason you're not allowed to talk to any of the other wranglers, that she always makes such a show out of splitting you open on her tongue behind the paper-thin scraps of material she calls a tent. One to spend every coin she earns and drain every bottle she comes across, Mercy's not the kind of woman who stand not to use what she has, and she does what she can to wear you down to the bone. Whether that means one of her fraying ropes is rubbing the skin of your wrists raw because 'you look like you've gotten it into your pretty little head to do somethin' stupid again' or you're sobbing you're eyes out because a man from her crew scowled at you the wrong way and, well, Mercy's always been faster to draw her gun than second-guess her own assumptions, she always finds a way to bleed you dry. She could afford to be a little more careful with you, all in all.

Wren thinks Mercy is too rough.

He's not as blatant about it as she is, but you see the way he frowns when she brings you back from a cattle drive covered in dust and cuts and bruise, and you know that, if Wren had his way, you'd spend all day baking apple pies and all night wrapped in handstitched quilts and never so much as cross paths with anything or anyone who might do you harm. There's no rope, when you're with him, no guns when you manage to forget about the shotgun he keeps in the shed behind the farmhouse - just locks on the doors and a few idle warnings that the townsfolk in these parts don't take kindly to troublemakers. When you try to tell him that he and his friends are the ones causing trouble for you, he just frowns and tells you to mind your tongue. You're something to keep safe and stowed away, to Wren, just like you're something to own and flaunt to Mercy. People don't tend to bother arguing with the precious gems they've already decided to hoard.

He doesn't bother talking to you much at all, as welcome as his silence usually is. That might be the worst thing about the farmhouse - how claustrophobic those wooden walls can feel before he comes home and drags you into a hour-long bath, just how suffocating the soundlessness can be and just how much worse it can get when you know you're relying on that monster of a man to break it. For everything you hate about Mercy, you're never bored when you're with her. You're never bored when you're with Wren, either, but Wren's not around very often. The fields have to be tended to, and Wren will barely let you hold a pairing knife, much less a spade. Wren doesn't give you as much to cry about as Mercy does, but sometimes, you almost wish he would. At least then, you'd have something to do.

You've tried to tell them that, if they both think the other's going to be the death of you, they could always let you go, set you free, drop you off on the outskirts of the nearest town with a sturdy pair of boots and enough cash to catch the next train to a more hospitable part of the country, but neither of them have ever taken kindly to your advice. That might be the only thing they have in common - how adamantly they refuse to let you wander farther than the horizon line, how ferociously they respond to any suggestion of a reality where you don't belong to one of them. That might be the only thing they agree on.

Neither of them likes the way the other treats you, but both Wren and Mercy know you wouldn't last a second on your own.

#woman loving wednesday #on thursday #cowboy fucking hours #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere cowboy #yandere oc #yanderecore #yancore

[jasntodds]

Petrichor [20]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader (little bit of fwb)

Words: 10,185

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, angst, some fluff, mentions of death, blood, canon violence, mention of drug addiction

Summary: ❝Pylades: I’ll take care of you. Orestes: It’s rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.❞

Gotham is home, not just for Jason but for you, too. And now that you’re both finally back home, together, you’re ready to see where this next chapter brings the two of you. He’s your best friend and you’re his. And you both might want a little something more with being back home, the place you both feel most comfortable. Surely, nothing could possibly go wrong now.

A/N: Can you guys believe book 2 is finally done?? We're finally done with season 3!! lol Book 3 will be the last book and I will have some stuff posted for that soon!! I have a few chapters done already lol There's a longer author's note at the end!! You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary  and turn on notifications if you prefer that!! I love feedback, I swear it keeps me posting on a weekly basis 😭

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Jason’s hands are on your cheeks with his lips pressed to yours. Your hands are gripping the ends of his jacket hoodie with all your might, tugging him as close to you as you possibly can as if the very force of your grip will keep him here forever. The teeth of the zippers dig into the palms of your hands and you can't offer a single thought as your mouth moves with Jason's and everything starts to turn sloppy and desperate.

Jason backs you up to the wall where he pins you against it. Teeth smack and clank as you both grip each other wherever your hands lead you as if everything in this moment will fix all of your broken pieces and tainted dreams. You give each other everything, every breath and movement and every piece of yourselves to each other. Jason cuts himself open and gives you everything in him, every part of him even the bad parts just makes you feel whole. He bleeds him dry without ever second guessing it just for you, just to make sure you are happy. And you pull the air out of your lungs and offer it to him in silver jars just to watch him smile. You give him the very oxygen you breathe as if it’ll save him from himself. You offer him the air you breathe in order to see him smile and know he is enough. You give each other everything you can as if this will be the last time you have this moment.

Jason wants to believe this is not the last time but he has never gotten to be so lucky. Not in this life or the previous one. His own certainty is that he will love you in every life after. You have ruined him for anyone who ever even dared to show up later because he is stained by you and he would never have it any other way. But, there is that piece of him that thinks this is it. This is all there will ever be. Something will happen and this will be it so he gives you his all as his mouth moves with yours and his right hand grips your hip hard enough to leave bruises.

Time happens. You know time doesn’t stop anyway. Days go by and then weeks, then months, and then years. Something always comes up and it’ll always be a tomorrow problem and then another tomorrow and another until the tomorrows are neverending. This might be it because you both have a habit of getting lost in time and there is never enough of it. Time will go by and maybe this will be it for you. So, you give him every part of you as you tug the hair at the nape of his neck.

Jason pulls away just enough to kiss your cheek and tenderly makes his way down your neck only to be met with the sturdy armor of your suit. Jason huffs against what skin is exposed before he moves back to your cheek, only for you to laugh softly.

“Safety first.” You mutter through breathy words.

Jason snorts as his head feels fuzzy. "Fuck off." He mutters right as both of his hands squeeze your hips as if they're the only thing keeping him planted on the planet.

Jason slides a hand to your back, trailing over the zipper, ready to tug it down just as your phone starts ringing. The two of you pull away, breaking for some air that isn't tangled between the two of you only to let out groans.

"Cockblock." Jason states as you tug your phone from your suit.

You let out a chortle, not looking up at Jason as your cheeks start to burn. "Who says you were getting that lucky?"

Jason narrows his eyes at you before he raises his brows. "Hey, a guy can hope." Jason states with sarcasm as you look up at him with softness clouding your eyes.

"Fucking cockblock." You roll your eyes earning a laugh from Jason. "Least that was fun." You nod your head as your smile turns into something sad and soft.

You answer the phone before Jason can respond. Dick mostly just explains the sort of plan they have for the moment. They aren't sure what they're going to do about the people in the streets but if Jason and Dick and Donna can be brought back, he wants to find a way to bring all of them back, too. But for now, Dick explains he's going to send you and Jason into the manor together to start taking out of the cops working with Crane in order to give Gar access to the alarm system. Once it's disabled, they'll take back the manor and take down Crane. You and Jason both think it sounds easy enough but sounding easy lately, doesn't mean it will be. But, you both have faith in it. It'll be the closest you've come to taking down Crane anyway. So, you set up a time and end the call.

After the call, you and Jason stand facing each other as you both continue to catch your breath. With the call, the weight and gravity of the situation fall back onto your shoulders. Avoiding it isn't going to make the weight any better. You both need to learn how to remove the bricks one by one. The adrenaline starts to dissipate between you as you smile softly at him and Jason's cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. Maybe that feels a little unfinished but...maybe that gives you both the opportunity to come back even if it's just one last time for old-time's sake and for now, you're okay with that.

"Well," Jason sucks in a breath finally pulling his hands away from her hips. "Wanna try and get some sleep for a few hours?" Jason offers.

"Yeah, I'm fucking exhausted. I, uh, I don't remember the last time I really...slept, actually." You let out a sheepish laugh.

"Come on." Jason jerks his head towards the bed on the opposite side of the room. "I'll set an alarm." Jason smiles softly at you.

The two of you get into the bed just as you always have. You still say you'll never make him sleep on the floor and it's not like this is something new, even as friends. It doesn't matter. And Jason is happy with this. He's hoping maybe he'll actually get some much-needed sleep anyway. You always made him feel a little more at ease anyway. So, you lay down, your head on his chest and you try to get some sleep before you need to be at the manor.

By the time the next morning rolls around, you and Jason have gotten some sleep. It wasn't good sleep or very much. Some of it was just being a little worried for what today would bring and if Crane planned on setting off another bomb to kill more people. Some of it was worry for the other Titans. And then some of it was just stress. But, you both did get some sleep and Jason's alarm woke up you with a jolt.

A heaviness fills the air between you, knowing this will be it. This is your shot to take out Crane. This is your shot to take back the city. If this plan doesn't work, Crane will expect everyone always and you'll lose. You can't afford to lose today. But, this is what being a vigilante is about. It's risking everything for the greater good. So, the two of you get ready and head outside to Jason's bike.

Jason hands you the extra helmet before he mounts himself on the bike. You're chewing the inside of your cheek, your grip tight on the helmet. Jason can feel it, too. He doesn't want you anywhere near Crane. He could have killed you the last time you were face-to-face. He tried to kill you and that alone nearly sends Jason into a rage. Jason wouldn't put it past Crane to try again or try to get Jason to do it or make Jason watch. You can't die. He doesn't want you to get hurt at all, you've been hurt enough by Crane. It's not up to Jason though. This will never be up to him.

"You sure about this?" Jason asks you, mostly just checking in.

You nod your head softly. "Uh, yeah. Just..." You suck in a breath. "Fucking Crane, ya know?" You shake your head, looking to the ground as you lick your lips. "Ready for this shit to be over." You scoff as you loos back to him.

"You gonna kill him?" Jason asks.

"Did you want to?" You ask right back.

"He almost killed you so..." Jason tilts his head to the side, his voice almost telling you you should have known the answer.

"Dick's never gonna let us." You laugh softly before you pop the helmet on your head.

"He's not gonna stay in Gotham forever."  Jason quips as he puts the Red Hood helmet on, making you laugh.

"Yeah, that's true." You take your seat right behind Jason. "Guess we'll just wait until the Titans leave then." You say sarcastically as you wrap your arms around his waist.

"Let's get this going then." Jason says before he revs the bike.

The drive to the manor is quiet, a lot quieter than any ride with you and Jason ever is. On most days, you’re talking through your comms, usually making some sort of inside joke and making some sarcastic jab at each other but today is not that. This is the first time you’re back in the manor together since Jason died. It will not feel normal. It will not feel safe and it won’t be safe. Crane and all of his men are there and this is not how it should be. This is not how you ever imagined it to be.

He was alive and you thought it would be warm and a relief to have him back home. Back at the manor. But, instead, it just feels like dread that’s consuming you because he didn't come with you. He isn't coming home with you. You're only going home together to beat Crane and that stings more than you'll ever tell him. But you have to do this. There is no choice. You are out of options when it comes to Crane. The National Guard has been sent in and Gotham City is under lockdown. Crane wants to take out every person in the city. If you don’t do it now, there may not be a Gotham tomorrow. It’s for the better of the city.

There is also the thought that this is the end between you. You’ll take out Crane today and then…that’ll be it. You’ll go your separate ways for a little bit because that’s what's for the best for both of you. But that doesn’t make the pill any easier to swallow.

As for Jason, he’s focused on the mission at hand. He wants to get in and get the hell out. That’s all this is. For the better of the city. But, he’s also trapped in his own head because he did trust Crane so there is some distant part of him that feels bad about it. It’s the right thing to do and he knows Crane doesn’t deserve sympathy for everything he’s done but something about it feels hard and Jason hates that feeling.

And he’s worried about what will happen when Bruce comes back. Eventually, Bruce will know Jason is alive. Once he finds out, he’ll know about Red Hood. Before, that was fine. It was spite. A fuck you to Bruce and the Bat and everything he stood for. But, Bruce killed the Joker for him. Bruce threw away all of his morals for him. That changes things. Jason is firm in his beliefs and what he wants to do after all of this. Nothing is going to change his mind but there is a part of him that is tired of letting everyone around him down. Bruce is the closest thing to family he’s had since his mom died. He never wants someone else to end up like him, go through the hell he’s been through, but he doesn’t want to give up on this either. Not if Bruce really did that. For him.

Then, there’s that thought of being alone. It’s for the best. It’s for the best for him and you. But, he remembers what it was like returning to Gotham without you while you were a Titan. How it felt like the longest month of his life and you weren’t even together yet. But, you were different people then. You aren’t the same stupid kids who were so infatuated with each other, you could hardly breathe. You are more calloused and damaged and bruised and broken. It’s for the best as you learn to live with your new scars. As you come into yourselves as individual people. It’s going to be hard but it’s for the best. Jason swears it’s for the best and the lump in his throat starts to close off his throat.

“How we doing this, Jay?” You ask once you dismount the bike on the outskirts of the property.

Jason takes off his own helmet. “We’re not going to get in with you just walking with me.” Jason starts, gesturing for you to give him your helmet. “Pretend to hold you prisoner, a peace offering to the psycho.” Jason puts both helmets on the handles, trying his best to be casual about it.

Jason knows that’s a big ask given your history. But, he’s not going to tie you up for real and he’s not going to let anyone else do it. You'll never even see Crane until everyone else gets into the Manor. He knows it's not something you'll take lightly. He just doesn't know any other way. It's not like he can sneak you in, that's why Gar needs to enter as a bat in the first place. Turning you into Crane gets you both in but if you aren't comfortable, Jason knows you'll have to figure something else out. This is just the best, easiest, and quickest way.

You nod your head once. “Right, yeah, okay.” You pull in a weary breath.

The idea of even pretending to be restrained makes you want to peel your skin off your bones. You swore never again. You would die trying to get out of it ever happened because it simply can't. If you get restrained again, what happens if you never get to be free? What if something worse happens? It's why you don't like to use your powers. But, this is Jason and even after everything, you have enough trust in him to know he's going to make sure you can free yourself. It makes you nervous and it scares the hell out of you but you also know there isn't another way. You put your trust in him.

“Is that alright?” Jason asks, seeing the hesitance in your face.

You nod quickly. “Yeah, yeah, of course. It’s our way in.”

Jason nods, his eyes darting over you quickly. "Let's get going then." Jason jerks his head in the direction of the manor.

"Think they'll really buy that?" You question as the two of you start your walk to the manor.

"Guess you'll have to channel your inner thespian." Jason offers you a cheeky grin, trying desperately to ease some of your anxiety.

"That's your job, theater boy." You roll your eyes as you laugh softly.

"Oh, well, we know I've got that covered." Jason chuckles, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You always said I was fucking dramatic." Jason lets out a light-hearted scoff, looking over to you.

"You are." You let out a laugh. "Most dramatic person I ever met." You scrunch your nose as you look back him.

"Yeah, right." Jason scoffs but the smile beams back at you.

The two of you keep up a steady walking pace through the grounds of the manor. Crane doesn't seem to have anyone watching this far out. Chaos is ensuing in the city which means Crane's eyes are probably there and not on the cameras for the grounds. So, your walk is overall pretty peaceful given your circumstances, something the both of you are thankful for.

Once the two of you start to get closer to the front of the manor, you stop behind a few of the trees to scope out the front. There are two guards standing right out front, fully armed and in riot gear. They don't seem to be paying too much attention but the front of the manor is open so you'll be seen immediately. That's the plan anyway, get in without any disturbance and take them all out at once just to get inside. If you make a scene out here, Crane could lockdown the manor before you ever get a chance inside.

"Okay, I'll just hold your hands behind your back. You act like you want to kill me and we're golden." Jason offers you a cocky smirk.

You nod your head with the roll of your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know the drill, thanks." You laugh softly but there's something off about it.

The lack of quip and how the laugh sounds hollow. The smile falls almost immediately as you look at his hands. You bite it back and clear your throat, standing in front of Jason with your hands behind your back. Jason's gloved hands hold your wrists soft enough you could barely move and slip right from his grip. He's mindful, keeping his grip above where the scars hit even though they're covered by your suit.

You can feel his grip still and it's like you're being suffocated. The scars on your wrists start to burn, resembling the burn of you tugging and pulling on the cuffs, desperate to get out. You can feel the skin cracking out in a burn and then a deep welt before it's covered in blood. It burns and it aches and it stings. Your stomach twists and turns with nausea. It's the right thing to do because it'll get you in there. You can help and not being able to do this makes you feel weak and useless. But, it's as if you're frozen in place.

"Are you sure?" Jason asks quietly from behind you. "We can try to just tell them I convinced you to switch with Nightwing being dead."

You look over your shoulder, meeting the concerned look written across Jason's features. They'd never believe Jason could get you to switch sides. It would out you and Jason immediately and the whole thing would go to shit. It's for the greater good of Gotham and you trust him.

"Yeah," You nod your head. "Just hope it works." You pull in a breath as you turn back around.

"If not," Jason pauses for just a second. "We'll go down swinging anyway." He says it casually and you can't tell if it's supposed to be reassuring, a joke, or an acceptance of your possible fate.

"Always thought that'd be our way out." You let out a scoff that's ended with a half laugh. "Let's just go before we're late."

The two of you come out from the trees and start your walk towards the driveway. It only takes a few seconds for you to be spotted. The guards point the gun directly at you and it burns Jason's bloodstream knowing they're mostly pointed at you. If one of them even slips or gets a little too trigger-happy, Jason will lose his entire mind. He doesn't exactly trust them. But, he bites it down because if he starts worrying and getting annoyed, you will do the same.

"Found her snooping around the trees." Jason states once the two of you get closer to the front steps, one of the cops meeting you on the driveway.

"Get fucked." You scoff.

"And you're turning her in?" The guard questions, not buying it.

"Told Crane, I'm all in for his plan. Just here to prove it." Jason says casually, hiding every piece of annoyance and anger he has towards this whole thing.

"And you let him capture you?" The guard narrows his eyes at you.

"Fuck you you fucking piece of shit." You bark back. "No, I didn't let him that would be fucking stupid."

"Where are your friends?" He questions.

Your annoyance is not fake. You hate this guy already and the questioning is ridiculous. Why would you tell him anything and why would Jason tell him if he switched sides?

"I'm not a fucking rat unlike Red Hood here." You narrow your eyes back at him. "They're gonna stop him though." You threaten. "The Titans will win."

The cop gives you a sinister laugh, a way to tell you the Titans don't stand a chance. You swear arrogance has only ever worked on Jason. Arrogance on everyone else seems to make them stupid you think.

"Come on." The cop scoffs, leading the two of you through the front door as the other cop joins you.

Jason's grip is loose against your wrists as the cop walks you inside. The cop trails behind you, keeping the gun on Jason, clearly not trusting him. Jason gets the idea Crane knows he's done. That's fine, really. You're inside and with every step, Jason is thinking of a way out of this if it goes south. He should be able to hear the movement of the gun being held tighter before a trigger is pulled. The fabric of his jacket will move and he can shoot first. Your clairvoyance should go off and you'll have a knife out in the same breath. If this guy takes it into his own hands, it'll get messy quick but you'll have a way out. Jason focuses on a backup plan as you're nudged into the kitchen.

"You're not gonna believe who we caught outside trying to get in." The cop states as he leads you into the kitchen where three other cops in riot gear are gathered.

"What in the actual fuck are you trying to pull here?" One of them asks, his eyes directly on Jason. "Crane is done with you."

"I saw what he did downtown. Let's just say I'd rather be in here when the next bomb goes off." Jason states. "Found her when I showed up and thought I'd show my loyalty to Crane by bringing her in."

"What the fuck makes you think he'll take you back?" The guard asks. "Even with her."

"Pretty sure he's getting tired of dealing with the second string." Jason scoffs.

"Dr. Crane?" The guard states after touching his own comm device in his ear. "Red Hood is here." He says after a few seconds. "And he brought Bluejay, says he captured her for you." He pauses for a few seconds. "Thank you, Doctor." He touches his earpiece again before turning to the guy behind him. "Take them down. I'm gonna go outside and see if we have any other visitors here." The cop says before he rams his shoulder into yours to walk past you and Jason, making Jason's grip tighten on your wrists as an instinct.

One of the cops walks behind the two of you and shoves Jason and in turn, shoves you, too. The two of you nearly trip over each other as you move closer to the middle of the kitchen, standing between the islands while the four cops surround you. There's a feeling creeping into the back of your head, spreading through to the front. It's not quite throbbing like it usually does but there's a subtle alarm going off. It feels more like just a gut feeling something isn't right in this kitchen and based on the second squeeze you get from Jason on your wrist, he knows it, too. All you have to do is wait for Gar to trigger the manor's alarm system.

Just then, as if it be on cue, the alarm starts blaring from above you. Everyone looks up and that's the cue for Jason and you to get this thing going. Jason drops your hands and in an instant, Jason takes his elbow, ramming into the face of the cop behind him while you spin around, throwing a kick at the one behind you.

The cop Jason is fighting immediately starts firing while Jason grabs his arms, spinning him around so the gunfire stays away from you. He yanks the gun away as he tosses the cop over the counter all while you fight the first cop, elbowing him unconscious before throwing a knife at the one about to shoot you. Jason keeps his gun aimed at the last man before hitting him with the butt of the gun, knocking him unconscious.

Jason and you exchange a look with heavy breaths once they're all either down or dead. There's a glint of a smile coming over Jason's face as he shrugs.

"Don't gloat." You state, Jason seeing the smile come to your eyes.

"I wasn't saying shit." Jason defends but there's almost a laugh that leaves his lips.

"Mhm, something about how you trained me well or something." Your eyes narrow but there's something soft over your expression.

"I did." Jason holds his head with pride before he lets out a breath. He misses patrolling with you, fighting side by side. He thinks he'll always miss it. "Come on. We gotta get to Gar before they find him."

The two of you quickly make your way through the kitchen and to the main staircase, leading to bedrooms. You follow behind Jason with two knives in hand, keeping an eye over your shoulders while Jason watches around the corners you reach. As you round another corner and keep up your steady pace, Gar pops out from the corner from the hall that continues to your bedrooms. Gar immediately takes a step back, fear falling over his face.

"Hey, Dick sent us, okay? I'm on your side." Jason rushes quickly.

"I told you, he's with us." You urge not liking the fear over his face or the way his arm is almost in position to fight.

You don't blame him and neither does Jason. He just got Dick killed the other night. This is an entirely fair reaction for him to have regardless on if Jason was trying to help or not. And then Gar's eyes widen just as the back of your head starts throbbing.

Jason and you turn at the same time, Jason firing two shots while you throw a knife. Both of you hit the one cop, sending him to the ground instantly. You and Jason look right at each other and just nod before you turn back to Gar.

"See?" Jason questions.

Gar isn't sure just how relieved he is but he is thankful. "Thanks." Gar nods, his voice still a little unsure.

"Set up the router." Jason states.

"We'll watch the hall." You finish as the two of you stand on either side of the hall, opposite each behind two of the large pillars.

Gar ducks behind the corner and starts communicating with Dick about Jason and you being there before he starts working. But, it's only a few seconds before two of the cops show up, jogging through the hall but they're met by Jason and you as you duck from behind your pillars. Jason takes one while you take the other, the two of you using your fists and elbows for nonlethal force, successfully knocking out the cops before you go back to your spots. Jason flashes you a smirk while you roll your eyes.

The two of you wait as Gar takes down the system while Dick is on his way inside. You look over to Jason, his back pressed against the pillar with his gun that he stole from one of the cops downstairs held against his chest. You think about how you're going to miss this part of it. Dick said you work well together, it's why he wanted you to team up for this. Part of it. And you do. You never have to speak to know exactly what the other one is going to do. You think that probably isn't too common and you're going to miss it. You'll miss him, even if it's only a week you don't talk.

It's only a few minutes before Gar finishes up and meets you and Jason in the hall. He looks more relieved now as the three of you stand in the hall and it almost feels like it once did.

"So, you're really with us?" Gar asks.

Jason nods. "Yeah, I'm done with this shit." Jason lets out an easy scoff. "Sorry for everything, man."

"It's okay. You were drugged and manipulated." Gar offers his understanding. "Thanks for the help." Gar nods before he looks to you. "Thank you."

"Yeah, don't mention it." You smile under your mask as you scrunch your nose until you hear fighting and gunfire from downstairs.

The three of you exchange panicked looks before you run down the hall and towards the staircase. You and Jason take one way while Gar takes the other so you have both entrances covered to the main living room, hearing that's where the gunfire is coming from. The three of you reach your entrances just in time to see Dick throw one of his weapons, hitting the barrel of the gun pointed at him which makes it backfire, killing the cop holding it. You, Jason, and Gar enter fully into the room, slightly concerned by the whole interaction and the amount of bodies littered over the floor but not even willing to question it. It was Dick's life or that cop's and he wasn't going to let Dick walk out of here alive.

Dick walks up to the camera and grins wickedly before he salutes it. Bringing Crane down is definitely bringing Dick a lot of joy. It's bringing a lot of the Titans a lot of joy to bring him down.

Dick starts a quick pace to the entrance to the Batcave. "Let's go." He says, looking towards Jason and you.

"No." Jason says quickly, making Gar and Dick stop their walk to the entrance while you look to Jason with confusion. Dick nods his head at Gar for him to keep going before he closes some of the distance between him and Jason. "Look, this is a Titan's job. He knows I turned on him and that's enough for me. You guys finish it."

Something about the way he says it, as a form of acceptance warms your heart. Jason Todd doesn't hold very many grudges. He is not a mean person and he is not a monster. He should walk into that Batcave and rip Crane's head right off of his shoulders for everything he's done but he doesn't. Jason recognizes he was part of this problem. Drug or not, it does not matter. This was his doing and the Titans deserve the right to take him down. Crane knowing Jason turned on him and Jason being allowed to help the Titans, that's enough revenge for him now. He knows you'll give him hell anyway, it's your hell to bring him if you want it that bad.

"You sure?" Dick asks, somewhere between surprised and understanding.

"And tell the others I'm sorry." Jason shakes his head. "For everything." His voice is soft and honest.

"Thank you, Jason." Dick states with a nod of his head.

Dick Grayson can hold a grudge. Sometimes, he can be bitter and angry, understandably so. He can hold a grudge and maybe he should sometimes. But, Dick Grayson is not a mean person. He is not unreasonable. He is understanding and he cares about the people he loves and protects. It was his job to protect Jason at some point and he failed. Maybe some of this is on him and he died. That was a missing piece he really needed to understand how they even got here. He can hold a grudge but one against Jason is not one he's willing to have. He is thankful and hopes once this is over, they can both move on from whatever bitter rivalry boiled between them.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jason starts as he starts to move away from Dick and towards the exit. "I was never here." He finishes before he leaves the room, you looking back at him before looking to Dick.

"Go." Dick states. "Something tells me you'll find Crane your own way, anyway." Dick doesn't sound pleased but he almost, just almost, looks content.

You nod softly. "Tell him I'm coming for him." You state the smile reaching your eyes just as you hear rapid footsteps coming into the room. Your mouth falls open from behind your mask as your eyes widen and turn watery. "Tim!?"

"Hey!" Tim chimes with excitement.

"I thought you were dead!" You rush over to him and pull him into a hug.

"Oh, yeah, I kind of died." Tim answers. "I don't know. It was weird, Donna was there." Tim's voice is filled with excitement at the mention of Donna, something most people would probably find off-putting. But, not you, that's just Tim.

You pull away, looking between Tim and Dick before you just roll your eyes. "I...okay." You shake your head, deciding to ask more questions later. "I'm gonna go. Fill me in later though, very happy you're alive." You smile before you turn on your feet.

"I knew you were Bluejay." Tim chuckles with confidence.

You turn around and deadpan but Tim holds his confident smile. "Shut up." You let out an exasperated sigh before you turn around and follow where Jason left.

Jason has done everything he can do. Crane might have caused him pain but at the end of the day, it was Jason's trust in him that allowed Crane to cause everyone else so much pain and agony around him. Crane got control of the city because Jason trusted him. Bringing down Crane, that was never supposed to be Jason's job. That should be on the Titans, Jason knows he's just lucky to be walking away from it not only alive, but free.

He walks out of the manor and for the first time, he feels free. He is not obligated to come back. He's not obligated to offer anyone anything anymore. There is no obligation to be a hero or a villain. There is no obligation to be back by a certain time or an obligation to put food on a table. He is no longer obligated to take care of anyone or look out for anyone but himself. For the first time, Jason Todd is free to be whoever the fuck he wants to be without anyone else's opinion or input. That part is a bit terrifying but there is something cathartic about it as the cold Gotham air hits his cheeks. There is guilt and remorse and a heaviness he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to shake. There's the haunting ache in his bones but...he is free to live how he wants for the first time and that, is cathartic.

"Jay!" You call after him, stepping out of the manor.

Jason turns around, brows pulled together. "What're you doing? Thought you'd be in there with them to take down Crane."

"Dick's not gonna let me kill him." You let out a chortle. "And...Tim showed up anyway. It is Crane's fault he died." You nod.

"He died?" Jason questions loudly, his eyes shooting open.

He knew it was bad that night but he didn't realize Tim had died either. He was kind of with you, hoping he lived. It was easier to just hope it would work out. But of course, Crane just had to take out someone innocent. Jason hopes Tim is in the Batcave right now giving Crane absolute hell.

"Yeah," You say quietly. "Um, he seemed okay for the few seconds I saw him. Seemed happy to be here." You laugh softly, looking to your feet before looking back to Jason. "I, um," Your brows pull together as you suck in a breath. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Yeah, yeah, all good." Jason nods his head, earning an eyebrow raise from you. You could always see through him like he were cellophane. "I'm not Robin anymore." Jason confesses, looking around the manor before his eyes come back to you.

"You're not." You nod your head, almost dreading where this is going.

He never needed Robin. He could be just as great as Red Hood or as someone else or just Jason Todd. You aren't sure that's where this is going but you do know what Robin meant to him. You can only hope he will see his worth one day and he'll be able to move on from it with fondness.

"Bruce isn't here." Jason lets out a sigh.

"Nope." You shake your head once, now wondering where Jason could be going with this.

"I can be...whoever I want." Jason swallows thickly before looking to the ground.

You pull your mask off, closing some of the distance between you as a tender smile comes over your lips. "You deserve it, Jay."

Jason could always be whoever he wanted but he always felt like he needed permission. People always expected him to be something specific. If he didn't meet what they wanted, he thought they'd leave. Maybe if he could be what they expected, he wouldn't be too much or too little. He could be just enough and there would be no transaction in being loved. But, it never did work out that way. It led him here.

He isn't sure he deserves to be who he wants but he does want to try. He wants to try and be whoever he can be. Maybe that's worse but at least he'll be him. He will no longer be a torn painting of something everything thought he was. He will no longer put on a facade to be enough. That's easier said than done but he thinks maybe, just maybe, he can do it in time. He'll destroy every part of himself that has been damaged by broken expectations and be the person he actually wants to be. There will be a home for all of his pieces one day.

"Thanks." Jason nods his head. "So do you, ya know."

"Yeah," You scoff softly.

You aren't so sure you do after everything that's happened. On the one hand, you remained on Jason's side but...you did betray him in a way you aren't so sure you can forgive. On the other hand, you owed some more loyalty to the Titans than you did give them. A part of you thought you would turn on them if it came to it and that is not the person you want to be. But, you aren't sure you're deserving of better anymore. It's a lot to be forgiven for and a lot to forgive yourself for. And you just look at Jason who looks like he might have a little more hope left somewhere in his cracked ribs so maybe you can spare some, too.

"Where ya gonna go then?" You ask with a tender voice, as if stalling so you don't have to say goodbye.

"Safehouse." Jason answers. "One I've been staying at." He explains further. "You?"

"Probably call Molly, she'll be pissed." You laugh softly. "I, uh, I've avoided her, ya know? Just to keep her at a distance after Tim, ya know? But, she'll probably let stay."

Jason's relieved you'll have a place to stay. The whole space thing is the point, but if it came to it, he'd never let you live on the streets again. He has more than one statehouse. Molly would never tell you no though. And he hopes you will be a little more careful living with Molly. You wouldn't want to put Molly in danger and have Molly constantly see you with some sort of injury.

"What's next then?" Jason asks as he takes a single step forward, knowing you can only stall for so long.

"Keep this up, I guess." You laugh softly. "I don't know. Come up with a plan. You?"

"Yeah." Jason chuckles softly. "Think I'm gonna keep doing this, work from the top and try to control it. Don't know how much Bruce is gonna like it." A devilish grin puls at Jason's lips.

"He'll probably just be happy to have you alive." You answer honestly.

"Yeah..." Jason's voice goes quiet, not convinced. "You should, uh, you should go back in there though." Jason swallows a lump forming in his throat.

The air feels heavy and thick, stale and bitter. It's like it doesn't want to flow into your lungs with the request. Stalling is just making it harder, you can see it in the way his eyes reflect and the very hint of the tip of his nose turning red. It's not from the cold.

"This is really it, huh?" Your voice quivers with the question.

Jason nods sadly. "Yeah..." His voice is quiet and filled with guilt. Jason almost backtracks but that's not the right thing to do. So, instead, he stays honest. "Gonna miss you."

"Gonna miss you, too." You say quietly. "Just, uh, we'll be in the same city so we just...meet again later." You nod softly, almost trying to convince yourself more than Jason.

Jason nods back quickly. "Yeah, exactly. And we have Molly anyway, she'll never keep us apart." Jason laughs softly.

"You're right." You laugh back. "Be careful, Jay." You close more of the distance between you, offering your hand to him.

It is bitter. It is hard and it is sad. You both might convince yourselves it's for the best but that doesn't make this any less painful. You trust each other more than anyone in the world and you have given each other every piece of yourselves. To see the other one go in another direction feels like you're losing a piece of your own hearts. But this is something you have to do, for yourselves and each other.

"Do you want to leave this on a handshake?" Jason quips back, not wanting to leave this so sad. That was never you anyway.

"No." You laugh as you look down to your open hand before you drop it.

Leaving it on a handshake feels permanent and that is not what either of you want. Maybe time will pass and it'll be hard to come together. But maybe in that time, you'll eventually find yourselves clawing your way back to each other. You both are so positive your hearts will only ever beat for each other as if they are beacons home. You both swear this cannot be the end of you so a handshake won't work.

Jason closes the rest of the distance between you, his hands coming up to your cheeks before his lips press against yours. It's different than it was at the safehouse. It's not heated or desperate. It's not as if you both are chasing something you'll never catch up to. It is tender and soft, deep and passionate. Your hands go to his sides while Jason's thumbs rub over your cheeks. You both take the time to just savor this for all that is worth. It has to be worth something. It just has to.

Jason pulls away first, his forehead coming to yours and he doesn't dare to open his eyes, knowing the second he does, he has to leave. Jason will have to walk away from the one person who showed what unconditional love really is. He'll have to walk away so he savors it for all that he can. You sniffle against him, keeping your eyes closed and Jason knows it's time.

He pulls away just enough, pressing a kiss to your forehead as his hands trail down your neck, to your arms, and then to your hips. Before he can say another word, you pull him for a hug and his arms entirely engulf you. You think you'll never feel this warm again but you hope he'll be happy. You only hope he'll be okay. Jason Todd deserves to be happy no matter what the cost. You press a kiss to his cheek and it's you that pulls away first because you think if Jason does it, he'll always question if it were the right decision. You do it so he doesn't have to.

His eyes are red and watery but there's a firmness, a certainty, over his features. And then he nods.

"I love you." Jason says it first this time and it nearly sends you into a fit of broken sobs.

"I love you, too." You back away from him and think you might get hypothermia in seconds. "See you later, yeah?" You ask.

"'Course, can't get rid of me that easy, babe." Jason tries to lighten it but he's missing the same snark he should have. You offer a soft smile before Jason turns to walk away, only to turn around again. "Keep the necklace, by the way." Jason forces one of his cheeky smirks onto his lips. "Still always come to find you if you need me to." The smirk falls into something sweet and soft.

"You can always come find me." You nod back but this time, you manage a smile. "You and me." You shrug softly.

"You and me." Jason offers you one reassuring nod as his heart feels like it's just fallen out of his ribcage and then he turns around and makes his way down the driveway.

The next two days leave everyone starting to clean up the mess that was left in the wake of Crane's reign of Gotham. The Titans and you have taken over the manor again, getting everything clean and back to how it was before Crane took over. Jason has been at his safehouse, getting everything he needs to make it feel more like a home rather than a rundown and empty building. But after two days, the Titans are ready to leave which leaves Dick to say goodbye to Bruce. That's when Jason walks in, figuring it's his turn to have a conversation with him now that he's finally back.

Jason finds himself going back to his old room while Dick and Bruce finish up their talk. The hubcaps he stole from the Batmobile lay on his old dresser and he finds himself thinking about it. That night. He remembers the day Bruce told him about Robin and offered him the position if he were willing to train for it. It was hard and it sucked but the day Bruce gave him that suit, Jason swore it was the greatest day of his life. He remembers how happy he was as if he had finally found his purpose in this world. Not one single part of him thought he would be here today. He never thought he would have died and betrayed the people he loved. He never thought things would get here with Bruce. It was so happy and fulfilling and now it's...tarnished. Broken and shattered. He wonders what his old self would think of him now.

Bruce walks in a few minutes later, gaining Jason's attention.

"Coming here wasn't my idea." Jason immediately defends himself as he turns around to face Bruce, hoping Bruce believes him.

There's a long pause as Bruce puts his hands in his pockets. "Can you forgive me?" Bruce asks.

It is agonizing with Bruce asking. It's something Jason didn't expect, not from Bruce. A part of him, wants to ask for what? Jason can see some of the wrong Bruce did that did not help him. Some of those things did contribute to him dying and working with Crane. But, the way Jason sees it, Bruce isn't the one who needs forgiving.

Jason leans against the dressing, stuffing his own hands in his pocket before he nods softly. "But you can't forgive me." Jason shakes his head.

Bruce shakes his head back, looking to the ground. "There was a time when that would have been true, Jason, but..." Bruce shakes his head as he pauses before he looks back to Jason. "We've all grown and crossed lines, starting with me."

Bruce crossed the one line he swore he would never cross and Jason crossed it, too. He does not want to lose his son over this whole thing. Bruce knows he has a lot to make up for, thinking maybe he should have listened to what Dick was trying to explain to him since leaving. It has to start somewhere and Bruce is willing to start here. He forgives Jason for everything, no question or doubt in his mind.

"I did things I can't come back from." Jason shakes his head.

Jason knows Bruce's line. Bruce killed the fucking Joker which basically every single person in Gotham agrees was the right decision. Jason did not kill the Joker. It's different. Jason turned on Dick, Bruce's other son. This whole thing is different than what Bruce did. Jason can't erase any of it no matter how badly he wants to. The drug and the killing of his friend, the betrayal and injuries he's caused are things he can't come back from. He did horrible and unforgivable things. He can't go back and change it. He needs to just find a way to live with them now.

"Did you want to come back?" Bruce asks.

Jason looks around his room before pushing off of the dresser. "Here?" He questions as he closes some of the distance between him and Bruce, leaving a few feet between them. "No." Jason's voice is honest and soft. Jason looks to the ground. "That life is over." He says before looking back to Bruce.

Bruce lets out a sigh of understanding. "What life is next?"

"I don't know." Jason answers honestly.

"The fear that you felt, I refused to see it because it's something that you and I share." Bruce explains quietly as he gestures softly between the two of them. "It held its weight over us. But fear is a bad mentor. I wish I had had the strength to help you face yours." Bruce is quiet but honest and this is the deepest conversation they've ever had.

Jason has held resentment for Bruce but...this conversation is changing that, it's just making him feel more guilty over it. Bruce doesn't admit that he's wrong often. Part of that is Bruce is very rarely ever wrong anyway but even then, it's hard for him to admit fault. It means a lot to Jason that Bruce is taking some of the accountability for it even if Jason doesn't blame him. Dick and you were right, Bruce actually does care.

Jason looks to the ground. "When you killed the Joker, did you do that for me?" Jason asks as he looks back to Bruce.

Bruce pauses for a few seconds before he nods his head. "Yes." He answers simply. "I did."

It's all Jason needed to hear. He doesn't know what this means for them but...he'll never be able to express what it means to him for Bruce to have actually done that. For him. Before coming here, he wasn't sure what he wanted from the conversation or what to expect but it wasn't this. It's better. Jason has confirmation that he is important to Bruce, not as Robin but as Jason Todd.

"Thank you." Jason states, his words firm but tender before he walks past Bruce and leaves the room, leaving the manor.

You and the rest of the Titans are at the hangar, waiting for Dick. You might not be going with, but you're here to say goodbye and Tim is here. Tim has since told you about the whole bridge dream thing where he met Donna and Hank. Hank sacrificed himself so him and Donna could come back. It all sounded completely insane but you aren't going to argue with Tim over that. You're just happy to have them both back and alive.

"He said ten o'clock. He did say ten o'clock, right?" Kory asks, pacing near Conner.

"He said ten." Conner confirms, holding the strap of his backpack over his shoulder.

"He'll get here...eventually." Rachel laughs softly. "He always does." Rachel finishes just as they all hear honking and turn to see an RV pulling into the lane.

"Hey, did someone order a bus?" Gar questions.

The bus pulls right open to the opening of the hangar where Dick and Donna are seated in their seats. You stifle a laugh and right about now, you're pretty glad you're not going with them. Sitting in an RV with the Titans for over three days with no way to escape, does not sound fun. Though, you think they'll have a great time.

Donna and Dick get out of the bus, Dick looking very pleased with himself as he faces the rest of the Titans.

"Hey, Dick, uh, what is that?" Rachel questions as her arms are crossed over her chest.

"That's an RV." Dick states, pointing a finger back at the door with genuine happiness in his voice. "I figured it would be way more fun than taking Bruce's jet."

Everyone turns to look at the joy that could have been. You finally break, letting out a quick laugh as you shake your head. You can confirm the jet is way more fun and it's faster. But you aren't going to tell Kory that.

"Why would that be more fun?" Kory asks as if she's going to pass out.

"Roadtrip!" Gar says quickly before he turns to you. "I'm gonna..." Gar points to the RV with a large smile.

"Have fun." You laugh softly before you hug quickly. "Lemme know how Metropolis is! And fill be in on all things Superman, he's actually cool." You beam as Gar laughs and promises to let you know everything before he darts over to the RV and rushes right inside.

"Right because who would want to fly in the batjet?" Rachel quips as she makes her way to the RV.

"Exactly." Dick states, picking up some of the bags to load them up.

You stand back, watching Rachel and Gar go onto the bus. Donna and Tim are saying their goodbyes to Conner just as Blackfire drives up to the hangar, leaving Kory to say her goodbye. Dick starts loading bags into the storage compartments of the RV so you pick up one Gar left behind and bring it over.

"Not mine." You state quickly as Dick takes it from you.

"Are you sure want to stay here? Plenty of room." Dick offers kindly.

You look to the giant RV and then back to Dick. "Yeah...I think all of Gotham can see that." You quip back before letting out a soft laugh. "Yeah, I'm sure." You nod with confidence, sure of your decision. "Thanks, though."

"Jason?" Dick asks, mostly just to check this isn't about him though this time if it were, he'd entirely understand.

You shake your head. "No. We, uh, we are not speaking. We are giving each other space after everything that's happened." You answer simply. "It's home, like I said. And now I have Molly who will not shut up about me needing eyes in the sky like a Ned Leeds or Ganke." You mutter earning a questionable look from Dick. "Spider-Man thing, ask Gar." You laugh. "I have her and uh, yeah. I don't know. I just want to stay here and do my own thing." You shrug as a soft smile tugs at your lips.

"Good." Dick nods with a proud smile. "But if you change your mind or you ever need anything, we're a phone call away." Dick offers you a smile, something you don't know if you'll ever get used to. You're so used to fighting with him.

"Of course." You laugh. "I plan to harass you still." You beam up at him.

"Thanks." Dick deadpans with sarcasm.

"Thanks again though for..." You gesture broadly. "And not killing Jason. Seriously, Dick, I owe you a lot for the last couple of weeks for shit I did and the hell I gave you. So, thank you. I will deny it, but you are very good at this shit. And I'm gonna miss all of you a lot."

"Thank you." Dick says with honesty. "We'll all miss you, too." Dick nods down at her.

It's sad for him to say goodbye but he's very proud. A little worried because it's you but he's proud. Looking back at your first day at the tower to now, he's impressed and happy with how far you've come. It might have gotten messy but you never wavered. Jason died and that was horrible for you and it changed things. Dick saw that same thing in himself when his parents died. Then, you turn around and refuse to compromise your own morals even if that means making things harder on yourself. And you refuse to quit even when maybe you should. He thinks you'll do just fine no matter where you are.

You smile softly before closing the distance between you and hugging Dick softly. Once you let go, you head back over to your place inside the hangar with Tim and Donna. The three of you watch as the Titans pile into the RV, Tim looking defeated and saddened. Tim offers them a sad wave.

"For what it's worth," Donna says softly as she rubs Tim's back. "I think you would have made a pretty decent Robin."

"You would have." You add in, feeling bad for him.

It's as if he's watching all his hopes and dreams about to drive away. But then, Dick looks back at all of you, tossing his backpack onto his back.

"You coming?" Dick asks, his eyes right on Tim.

Tim's eyes nearly shoot out of his head as a smile splits his face. "Are you serious?" Tim asks.

"The question is: are you?" Dick asks back. "I mean you got some nice moves but you're gonna need proper training...if you're up for it."

Tim looks between the three of you with a smile that will likely be plastered across his face for the rest of his life.

"Go." You encourage him. As much as you don't want to see another friend join the whole vigilante thing, it's something Tim really wants and you do think he'll be a great Robin. He deserves the chance and it is a little funny to you that Dick is still plucking people off the street to join the Titans. Like father like son. "I'll look after your parents." You assure him before Tim is quick to skip over to the RV and dart inside before Dick can change his mind.

The three of you watch them finish getting onto the RV and unlike when you left San Francisco, this feels different. It felt...sadder last time like maybe it wasn't time for you to go. It wasn't time for you to leave the new family you had been brought into. You felt hopeful but sad where this time, there is still sadness but it's filled with hope. It is up to you to determine the life you want to live. It's up to you if you want to go back to the Titans and if not, that's okay because they're your family. It's up to you if you want to be Bluejay. You don't have to live with Bruce or Jason. You can just...be you. In Gotham, just as you were before. You'll have her best friend at your side and if you're lucky, maybe one day you'll have Jason, too. But, until then, you just get to exist with hope-filled hands.

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surrounded in smoke ✧ jake sully

❗️MDNI ❗️

YES I AMDE TSU'TEY ALIVE I MISS HIM BUT ENJOT THIS I WOULD LEGIT DIE FOR JAKE AND IM DO DRUNK YPING THIS

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, age gap (jake 30, reader 20), angst to smut, slow burn??, sorta cheesy lovey jake, l-bombs, oral f receiving, softdom!jake, dirty talk, size kink, tsaheylu, missionary 😮‍💨 - muntxatan: male spouse/mate

the multilayered tension between you and jake was obvious. the way you yearned for him was reciprocated completely, yet it was so difficult to address. jake being olo’eyktan gave him the highest status in the clan, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to compete with that. you were just another woman in the clan, a younger one at that. but to jake you were more than just ‘another woman’; you were the woman he needed, the one he would choose over anyone else. he admired your initiative, your skill in almost every possible task, your genuine kindness and generosity. you two loved each other, spent hours together yet never spoke about the one thing that was painfully evident, the one thing that kept drawing you both to each other day after day.

the war party had returned after a long day, sky dark and everyone's freckles glowing bright. all the injured men were travelling to the tsahik tent, several visibly bleeding and limping. you greeted them as they returned, searching the crowd for one specific individual. when you didn't spot jake, you began to notice the anguish on some of the faces of your fellow omatikaya. you tap tsu'tey's shoulder, urging him to look to you, "tsu'tey, where is jake?" your heart begins racing at the million possibilities swirling in your mind. "we don't know. one minute he was with us and then he was gone. we looked around the area but there was a lot of smoke and it was dark, it was hard to see if he was anywhere", your breath catches in your throat at his words, head dizzy with the thought of jake possibly being dead. "thank you.." you whisper, rushing to call for your ikran. when she arrives you hop on her back, connecting your queue with her and guiding her to the war zone. jake had warned you to never enter this area, even if it seemed necessary yet you weren't even worrying about your own safety at this point, chest heaving with every anxious breath you breathed. you finally land in the war zone amongst several destroyed rda gunships, smoke surrounding you just as tsu'tey had said.

you pulled your knife out and held it in front of you, just in case someone was to pop out of nowhere and attempt an attack. "jake!" you yell, looking through the mess of debris to see if he was anywhere to be seen. nothing. you move east of the zone first, smoke clearing as you get deeper into the forest. "jake!" you yell again, eyes scouring the area frantically. tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you get even deeper into the trees, hope slowly exiting your mind. as if perfectly timed out, you heard a low grunt in the close distance. "jake?" you yell again, running towards where the sound appeared to be coming from. you see a muscular arm peeking out from behind a tree, someone obviously slumped against it. you move around the tree to spot jake there, several bruises littering his torso. "jake, oh great mother, thank you" you breathe out, kneeling beside him. "y/n? sweetheart why are you out here? it's so dangerous" he says, hand reaching for yours. "i came looking for you, what happened?" you asked, squeezing his hand as a tear rolls down your cheek. "shit i don't even know, i ended up ducking into the trees at some point and got knocked out for a bit, guess i was farther out than i thought" he explains, his eyes following the tear's trail down your freckled cheek. "i thought-" you whine softly as more tears fall, "i thought you were dead, i got so scared when you didn't come home with everyone else" he brings his free hand up to cup your cheek, swiping your tears away gently. "oh sweetheart... i'm right here, i'm alright, don't cry..." he smiles softly as you nod, nuzzling into his large and warm hand.

"god y/n..." he sighs, heart swelling at the mere thought of you being worried for him. "what is it?" you place your much smaller hand on top of his, "it must be obvious now, but i just- i need to tell you, or ask you, i guess" he rambles, biting his lip from the slight nerves emerging inside of him. "i have chosen you, y/n... i love you. if you would let me, i would be honoured to be your mate..." he trails off, thumb tracing small circles on your cheek. your heart is racing again, so fast that it feels like it could just jump out of your chest at any second. "jake... i feel the same way, ever since we first met. i would do anything to be your mate.. but jake, you are olo'eyktan, the most important person in our clan. are you sure you want me to be your mate? i'm just another woman, a younger one who is really nothing special-" he cuts you off, "hey, do not say that about yourself. i have never met someone like you, and in any life, any world i would choose you. i am positive, i want you to be my mate" he states, moving closer to lean his forehead against yours. your breath quivers at the proximity, tickling his lips. "can i kiss you, princess?" you nod frantically, his lips colliding with yours in a passionate kiss. you hum into it and reach for his shoulders, coaxing him to draw you onto his lap.

he groans softly at the feeling of your warmth and weight against him, hands travelling all over your torso, groping and grazing every inch of you. when his lips part slightly you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, tail swishing rapidly at the new sensation. his hands find a home on your hips, grasp strong as he pulls your hips down to meet his crotch in a gentle grind. you whimper slightly into the kiss as your clothed yet wet pussy rubbed against the tent forming in his loincloth. "jake.." you breathe as you retreat from his lips, hips moving at a rougher speed, his cock straining and begging to be released. "i know, babygirl... you look so fucking gorgeous" he whines out before ushering you to stand up, "off" he tugs at your loincloth in a hurried manner. you nod and quickly untie it from yourself, allowing it to fall as you step out of it. he grabs your thighs and pulls you so your pussy is now hovering in front of his mouth, slick visible and making him dizzy. "come here" he grumbles hungrily before attaching his tongue to your slit, gliding the muscle over your hole and finishing with a flick to your clit.

the whine that escapes your mouth is greedy, hole clenching around nothing. he chuckles at your noise before diving back in, tongue plunging into your hole and circling it, fingers leaving marks into your thighs. "jake" you moan, stabilizing yourself against the tree as your hips sporadically buck into him. he hums into your pussy, sending a vibration and shiver up your spine then coming back to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. your jaw slacks while your clit pulses between jake's lips, knot inside of you beginning to tighten. "jake jake- i'm gonna-" you gasp out, roughly bucking your hips in anticipation. he hums and nods between your legs, urging you to let go for him. "oh fuck!" you squeal, back arching while you cum then slouching after your high passes. he smiles and kisses along your thighs, pushing himself to stand up, "good, princess?" "sooo good" you smirk, moving to be flush against him. he moves so his mouth is situated beside your ear, breath leaving goosebumps along your neck, "do you want more of me?" he questions, guiding your hands to his bulge. you whimper and nod, tracing his shaft over the cloth. a sensual sigh leaves his lips before he guides you to lie on a patch of moss nearby, the plush plant surrounding your body delicately.

your chest heaves as you watch jake remove his loincloth, cock finally being released. jake was huge, and your eyes widened at the sight. he buzzed at your reaction, coming to kneel between your legs. "ready?" he hoists your legs up and around his waist while he aligns himself with your dripping entrance. "y-yes, please.." you gasp at the feeling of his tip pushing in, this small section of his cock seemingly stretching you out so much already. "big..." you whisper as he continues pushing in, your back arching slightly at the further stretch. "i know princess, just a bit more... you're just such a small girl, huh?" he finally bottoms out, his eyes fluttering shut from the vice grip your pussy has on him. your back arches from the kiss his tip gives your cervix, his length making you stretch. "tell me when i'm good to move, sweet girl, i know it's a lot for your little pussy.." he expresses with care yet underlying hints of taunting. "now.. fuck me jake" you say earnestly, aching for him to begin.

he smirks and pulls his hips back just to push in again, gaining a deep and consistent rhythm. he groans as your skin slaps together, cock being sucked in each time he pulls away slightly. his hands have a nice grasp on your waist, your nails digging into his biceps. "taking it so good, look at you, so pretty down there" he moans alongside you, your mind foggy as you stare at jake above you, your pussy squelching at each thrust. "this- this is so good, so good at this, jake" you whine and move one hand to yank your queue from underneath you, holding it up towards him, "let us seal it.." he nods breathlessly, swinging his from behind his back and letting it connect with yours. his thrusts never falter as you both observe the tendrils working their magic, intertwining and connecting you both even further. both of your grips on each other tighten at the feeling of the tsaheylu; bodies, spirits and minds fully united. "i love you, muntxatan" you breathe, now dilated pupils boring into his as your bodies lurch back and forth in unison. "i love you too, so much" he groans in a whispery tone, thrusts slower and rough now, slamming into you like there's no better feeling than this. "again- cum again-" you whine, legs flexing around his slim waist. "i'm with you, babygirl, gonna give you all my cum, all of it" he leans down to kiss you, sloppily yet sweetly. you kiss back as best you can as your orgasm rips through you, your pussy clenching and pulling his orgasm out of him in an instant. "holy fuckkkk..." he moans into your mouth as he releases into you, painting your walls as you gasp loudly at the feeling.

he pecks your lips again as he comes down from the high alongside you, your hands rubbing along his heaving chest. "i'm kinda glad i got left behind today" he chuckles and brushes his nose against yours. "hey! why?! i got so scared!" you smack his chest lightly, trying to hold back the smile creeping onto your face. "i see that smile coming.. show me" he smiles down at you and strokes your cheek with one hand, the smile now full on your face. "there we go, beautiful... now look, i'm glad because you came to find me and then all this happened, otherwise it could've been more months just pining over each other" you nod in agreement, giggle escaping, "well i guess i'm glad too, and i'm glad you're only bruised up and nothing more.." he hums in response and touches his lips to your forehead, letting them linger as you breathe in time with each other, now mated for life.

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SIMON GHOST RILEY X CHUBBY MEDIC READER

Warning: slight angst, insecurity, swearing

You were called out to the field for an emergency once again, this had to be the third time today which made you extremely concerned. Is their mission going to be a success?

You shook the awful thought away and hoped off the small car that drove you towards the filed and ducked your way towards the group.

Prices voice yelled though the field, guiding his men and loud guns were heard through the whole location.

Covering you ears you jumped behind the same rock Price was at and shared a small smile with him before asking for the hurt soldier. Without hesitation he took you to one of his men who was sitting against a different rock clutching into his wrist to stop the bleeding. You had never seen him before so you guessed he was a newbie, so without thinking twice you quickly started cleaning all the dried blood and wrapped his wrist carefully and helped him back towards the others. By the time you were done, there only a few more enemies left which Price had successfully scared away.

After the successful mission, Price helped his men and you back to the helicopter along with the stolen flash drive they had gotten from the fight and started going back to the headquarters.

After landing, you hurriedly went back to your office to sort out the last files you had to fill in before sending it back to the commander's about soldiers health or of you needed any more supplies.

Silence. Nothing was heard inside your office, beside the pen that moved on the paper creating words and sentences. You were busy finish the files before you heard a soft knock on your door.

"Come in"

Your door opened revealing the same hurt solider you helped in the field coming in with a small smile.

"Hey, I just wanted to thank you for saving me back there." He said coming closer towards your desk.

You looked up at him and gently smiled at him.

"Of course, it's my job. I'm just glad you're ok." You replied before finishing the last words.

"I'm Phillip Graves by the way." He said rising his hand towards you.

"Y/N L/N, nice to meet you" you replied shaking his hand.

"Well I hope to see you around Y/N, talk to you later" he said patting you shoulder before leaving but not closing the door which confused you. You turned around to ask him to close the door, but instead was meet with a masked man instead. The ghost patterned revealed his identity.

"Oh hey Ghost, how are you feeling? More accidents?" You asked as you gently smiled and turned your chair to his direction. But all he did was cross his arms.

Your smile faded and stood up going closer to him.

"Is everything alright Ghost?" You asked getting worried. Standing before him, you observed his arms, gently lifting them and looking around for any bruise.

He didn't stop you nor say anything, but just lean in you touch. He wished he could only feel the way you hands gently look around for any bruise and when you do find it, you gently rub it and clean it for him.

But no, you had to be the medic for the whole force. Which meant anyone could come in when ever they wanted and you would touch them the same way you'd touch him.

That wasn't what made him quiet right now. It was the fact the newbie had come in and called you by your first name.

Total disrespect in his opinion.

He believed only he can call you by your first name and a few others, because how close you are. But who was he? He didn't even know your age. But Ghost knows, he knows everything about you.

Ghost would often hurt himself on purpose just to be able and see you. Your eyes truly looked beautiful, and he really wanted to witness all their movements. Especially when your curtains are pushed away, letting the sunlight hit your pretty face and emphasis your wonderful eyes.

He could stare in them for hours.

But you would have never guessed, after all you were extremely inscure about yourself. Especially when through your whole life you've been told no one would like a person who looks like you, and people had proved that many times, many in high school. Which made you give up in love. You don't belive in true love like you used to.

The way you used to read romance and smile att the cheesy parts about how much the man does for his woman.

Often before school days, you laid on your bed ready for sleep, thinking about how life would have been if a man loved you and cherished you.

But after high school, every time you thought about love your heart shattered, thinking about how no one's made for you. After so many rejections you gave up, why would you continue? To get yourself all broken up again.

That's why you ignored all the signs Ghost gave you, it was so obvious that even a blind man could see it. But you couldn't belive it, you wanted to, but just, couldn't.

Ghost was way in shape and looked extremely handsome in your opinion. So a pretty man and a chubby woman didn't fit into your mind.

No one would like you.

Same words your classmates, your siblings and even your mom and dad told you.

And how couldn't you believe it? You've haven't even had your first kiss, not even holding hands with anyone.

Jealousy rose in your chest anytime couples walked around you. Why didn't you deserve love?

You had amazing personality, hilarious humour and you were extremely intelligent.

Did everything really depend on looks?

Ghost came to your office after the last time, and even though you asked him a million times what the problem was, he just stood quiet and observed your tender movements. You just gave up and jokingly placed a small bandage with sponge Bob picture on his arms.

He had avoided you for the couple of weeks because he was worried he'd be showing his emotions a little to much. His attitude caused a small crack in you heart. You thought you and him and build an amazing friendship because of how well you two are with each other. Guess that was just a temporary thing. You were very upset because he didn't even come to you when injured just making stupid excuses. You had tried to speak him many time, but he would ignore or give you a stone stare making you uncomfortable. You finally gave up on trying to speak to him and just started to hang more with Graves and realised how fun he actually is. Ghost didn't noticed this as he was trying to busy himself with random stuff to forget you. But it was impossible. That's why now he stood before your door and wanted to apologise sincerely.

He took a deep breath before quietly rising his hand, but before being able to knock, the fascinating sound of your laughter filled his ears. Gosh he missed that sound. He couldn't control the small smile that formed behind his mask. God even your laughter sounded heavnly to him. But his sweet thought dispeared as soon as a man's voice left your office.

What the fuck

Without thinking, he barged inside your office. Your head and Graves quickly turned around meeting Ghosts outraged look.

You frowned and stood up feeling weird. Was he mad, at you?

Before being able to do anything, he walked closer to Grave slightly towering over him.

"What are you doing here newbie? Aren't you supposed to be at training?" His voice hissed through your office making you walke towards Ghost placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ghosts eyes looks down at you before returning to Graves.

But all Grave does is smirk. Oh how Ghost wanted to beat the fuck out of Grave to make sure he couldn't even form a proper smile.

"Sorry lieutenant, I was just walking by this cuties office and couldn't help but want to say hi." Grave just shrugged grinning widely.

Ghost took a deep breath trying to control himself and just moved away pointing to the door.

"Well you said your hi, you may leave" Ghost bitterly spat.

Grave showed you quick smile before leaving and closing the door, leaving you two alone.

Before Ghost could say anything you beat him to it. "What the hell was that Mr Riley, you can't just barge in my office and scare away my patient" you said furiously growing at him.

Not saying his name, but instead his last name shattered his heart. He felt like a stranger to you now.

"You can't just come in and just kick him out! What did he do? Nothing! Besids, you have no right to come in my office without my permission, especially after what you put me through do you know how upset you have made me? Just throwing away our friendship!" You said throwing your arms up in frustration and your eyes welled up with tears. "I can't believe out conversation and time together meant nothing to you." You said now softly wiping your wet eyes.

His hands gently took ahold of your head making you shocked and gasp, but before being able to say anything his lips was placed against your.

Your eyes widened and your body stiffened. Forgetting what you said, you just lean into the kiss and wait for him to pull away.

Finally, he slowly pulled away looking to your eyes with his mask half way up above his lips that were placed on yours a moment ago. You stared in awe at his lips. The looked so perfect. And you had the chance to feel them.

"I'm so fucking sorry, so so sorry you just don't understand doll, I'm in fucking love with you, no, obsessed. You're so beautiful, so amazing you don't understand, me being around you could cause problems so I had to move on. But dammit I can't. I just fucking can't. I love you way to much to let you go. Y/N, I love you" he confessed placing his forehead against yours.

All you did was stare back and couldn't help but smile at him. You leaned in and placed a small peck on his lips just to feel them again before looking into his eyes again.

"I love you too Ghost, now ignoring me was wrong, but I understand, it's hard, but I'm happy you confessed now" you said staring lovingly into his eyes.

"Ghost?" You softly asked breaking the silence

"Yes love?" He replied still staring into your eyes.

"Can I see you? Like see your face. We're together now, so don't you think I should know how you look like?" You asked caressing his cheek with you thumb.

His eyes looked hesitant for a moment before taking you hand and moving it away from his face. He slowly took his ghost balaclava off and held it tightly in his hands.

Your eyes widened and you stared at his features.

He looked so damn beautiful. Slowly rising your hands, you hold his face and just stare at his lovely face not noticing a single flaw.

"You look so magnificent Ghost" you spoke seriously and leaning his face towards your eye level.

He didn't say anything but just smiled before kissing you on your nose.

"You look so much better my love, so breath taking"

:)

#call of duty #cute #cod #x reader #fluff #romance #Ghost #ghost cod #Ghost x reader #angst #wholesome #chubby reader #chubby #medic #apologies #kiss #first kiss #swearing #x chubby reader

[boliv-jenta]

Clint x f!reader

Just a little something to fit in with the movie.

Warnings: TW: Pregnancy. Aftermath of violence. Cheating. Smut. P in V sex. Light degradation.

WC:2.8k

The Dance

The dull roar of the late evening traffic on the nearby highway is almost soothing in the otherwise quiet night. The urban equivalent of waves on the shore. The neighbour's dog a few houses down lets out a few warning barks before silence returns to the darkness. The beginning of a sound in the house has you trying to quiet your pounding heartbeat to allow you to listen more closely. As the sound grows more familiar, you swallow your anxiety to drag yourself from your soft bed. 

By the time you release yourself from the comfort of its warm embrace, the source of the sound is already standing in your bathroom. Broad shoulders hunched over as he searches the contents of your first aid kit tipped out onto your counter. 

“Clint?” Your sleep thick voice is quiet but the bathroom is small, he hears you even if he acts like he doesn't. 

The smell of him fills the space, copper, oil and fire. The blue plaid shirt that clings to his wide frame is torn and muddied. The hair that brushes his collar is curled with sweat. When he reaches out for a towel you see his knuckles are split. Blood covers the back of his hands, whose blood is anyone's guess. At least some of it is his but you doubt all of it is.

“Clint.” You try again stepping closer, your hands skimming his back.

As if he's avoiding your touch he finally turns. His knuckles aren't the only thing split, his bottom lip and left eyebrow are slashed with red. Beneath his left eye is beginning to swell. The skin is mottled with purple.

“Clint?” You reach up to touch his eye only for him to catch your hand and push it away. 

“You should see the other guy.” He says flatly.

A shudder runs through you at the thought of it. Clint feels it too. His work has always been a sticking point between you. It's the reason you aren't together right now. It's why you're dating the manager of the local bowling alley. When that fizzles out because he isn't Clint and you go running back to him, it will be the reason you split up again. Round and round you go. Pulled together to be torn apart.

“Let me help.” You might not agree with his line of work but you will always be there when he needs you.

“I'm good. I'm sorry. I took a good shot to the head. This was the first place I thought to come. I forgot that you…I saw his car wasn't in the drive.” Clint begins to pick up a few items from the counter. Gauze, iodine solution, some bandages.

“He's away on business. Setting up a new location.” Your partner had been gone for three weeks and you'd barely noticed. If you don't see any sign of Clint for that long dread claws at your insides. “If you've had a knock to the head you need to get checked out.” Clint rolls his eyes. 

“Fine.” You concede. “At least stay here so I can keep an eye on you.”

With a huff, he leans back on your counter. It's as much of an answer as you are going to get. All this time the only light in the room had been from the hallway and Clint's cellphone. Pulling the cord for the overhead light, the extent of Clint's injuries were revealed to you. His eye was going to be swollen and bruised for a long while. The right side of his face was streaked with blood as if he'd attempted to wipe it off. His thick hair was matted with dried blood. 

“Get in the shower. I can't tell if you're bleeding or if it's just….” Sighing you reach into the tub to turn the overhead shower on. You bring the water to the bearable side of boiling, just how Clint likes it. 

Without a second thought he strips naked in front of you. You take note of the fresh bruises on his body. Someone had been taking shots at his kidneys. To keep your hands from his body you busy yourself with picking up the supplies that Clint had picked out. Through the screen over the tub you can see the outline of Clint's body. An outline that you could trace in your sleep. You knew every inch intimately. They say you never forget your first and you hadn't. It probably helped that over the last thirty years you'd found yourselves together more often than not. He was the one you ran to when you dropped out of college. He broke down at your door when his mom passed away. He fucked away the last doubts that leaving your fiance, the week before the wedding, was the right thing to do. Though his job and other circumstances kept you apart you always found your way back to each other. Like now as he sat on the edge of the tub, a towel wrapped low on his waist. Your fingers skim his brow as you tape up the gash there. Finally, he relaxes, leaning into your touch. His own touch wraps around the back of your bare thighs. The heat of his thick fingers burns into your skin as he holds you there, not moving until a sigh leaves your lips. It's a sigh of contentment. Clint knows the dance has begun again. You'll give into each other. Devour each other's bodies in carnal haze until you are dizzy with it. Until the world twisted and all the things that kept you apart were straightened out. Until a life together seemed possible. And for the briefest time it would be until reality settled itself back in.

Clint's large hands cup the full flesh of your ass to pull you close. He presses soft kisses to your stomach and your breast through the thin cotton of the t-shirt you were sleeping in. Your fingers knead at the kinks in his strong shoulders. His touch is unhurried, there's no shame in it, even with the toiletries that clearly belong to your partner dotted about the room. He doesn't care that you have a boyfriend. Neither do you. No matter who keeps your body warm at night, it always belongs to Clint. 

Even with his injuries Clint was more than strong enough to carry you to your bed. With great care he lays you on the now cool sheets. More sweet kisses litter your skin. Until he draws level with your hips and feels the heat radiating off of your barely covered core. Then another side to Clint makes itself known. This is the side that you know makes his job bearable to him. One with an animalistic clarity. The one that taps into, that acts on impulse to get the job done. 

“Fuck. So warm for me. I bet you're soaked too. I haven't even touched this pussy but it's ready for me. What does it want? Hmmm? Does it want my tongue? Does it want me to suck that clit?” He licks along the centre of your panties. When your hips rise to meet him, he pins them down with an iron grip. 

“Does it want to see how many of my fingers it can take?” His fingertips tease the edge of your panties, grazing the soft flesh of your thighs. “Or does it just want to be stuffed full on my cock?”

Before you can answer he yanks your panties down and spreads your legs.

“Look at you. So wet for me. I bet I could slide right in, balls deep in one go.” His towel slips away as he crawls up your body. Form a thick thatch of brown curls his cock stands thick, bobbing heavily with each motion until your view of it is obscured by him settling between your legs.

The two of you moan in harmony as he circles your clit with the fat head of his cock. As he teases your excited bundle of nerves, he works to coat himself with your wetness. Dropping his hips, his slides his cock through your slick folds until he catches at your entrance. True to his word, he fills you in one long slow thrust. No matter how many time you take him it feels like the first all over again. He splits you in two. The feel of him overwhelms you until all you can do is cling to him and take it.

“My girl. No one takes my cock like you.” He breathes into the crook of your neck.

The next few minutes pass with you both being impossibly close and you begin impossibly full as Clint barely pulls out and just pushes deeper and deeper into the warm bliss of your pussy. Fuck he needs you. Not just to take his cock. He needs you to mend his soul. The cracks in his spirit aren't as easy to hold together any more. They aren't clean solid spills, they've begun to splinter, the delicate shards keep falling away no matter how hard he tries to keep himself together. He's nearly fifty and what does he have to show for his life? The only thing he has is you and even that isn't real. You're not really his. He can have you for a moment. He can buy you a cup of coffee now and then. He can fuck you like your lives depend on it, and he swears sometimes that his does. He can stop by to check on you now and then but anything more, anything longer and his past catches up. If he holds you for too long or too tight those shards will shred you too.

The dull sound of your cell phone vibrating next to your pillow catches Clint's attention. The screen lights up with your boyfriend’s contact details. Clint notes that he doesn't have his own ringtone or an image with his contact. When Clint calls, your screen lights up with a photo of the two of you at the fair and intro to Eric Clapton's Layla plays. It was playing on the radio when he first said I love you. Laying in the back of his dad's pick up with a million stars and possibles ahead of you.

“Answer it.” At first you don't even know what he's talking about, you're too lost in the feel of him. Snatching up the phone, he slides his thumb across the screen to answer it before holding it to your ear. 

“Hey.” You try to sound as casual as possible with another man's cock deep inside you.

“Hi, Babe.” Clint finally pulls out, allowing you to breathe as your boyfriend starts to chat to you. “Work is slow so I thought I'd check in.” 

As you open your mouth to answer Clint slams back in causing you to stifle a moan. “Babe? You ok?”

“Yeah, sorry. I couldn't sleep so I did a workout. I'm just using my massage gun to loosen up my muscles.”

A wicked grin splits Clint's perfect lips as he watches you lie for him. 

“Shame I'm not there. I could loosen you up.” There's no mistaking the suggestive tone is your boyfriend's voice. 

Luckily, you managed to tap mute before Clint's hips picked up speed. The moan you let out is inhuman. The neighbour's dog pipes up again. Probably mistaking you for a beast in the night.

Clint drops the cell phone to brace his hands on the headboard. “I wish he was here.” He grunts he used the strength in his whole body to pound you deeper. “I'd show him how to fuck this tight cunt properly. Can he make you come with just his dick?”

You can't answer at first. You're now pushed up so far that you are propped up by the headboard. Your legs are spread wide, one hangs limply off the bed, bouncing with each thrust. All you brain can think is about the ecstasy between your legs.

A sharp slap to your cheek makes you focus. “Does he make you come with just his dick?”

“No.” You admit.

Clint seems satisfied with that answer. He moans deeply for a few moments enjoying the feel of your pussy choking him.

“How does he make you come?” When you refuse to meet his eyes, he grips your jaw and stills his hips.

“He hardly does. He tries to finger me or eat me out but he never quite gets me there.” You quietly confess as you use the moment to catch your breath.

The laughter that bursts from Clint is wicked. “Poor Baby. This cunt must have been waiting for me to come around to treat it right. No wonder you were so wet. Don't worry. I'll take real good care of you.”

The air is punched from your lungs when Clint starts thrusting hard and deep. His cock is so big that it rubs up against your g-spot before battering your cervix. There's nothing else in this world for you except for Clint. The feel on him inside you, he sweat slick skin sliding against yours. The distance drone of his words that don't quite make it to the plain of bliss that he has you ascended to. 

A sharp tug of your t-shirt up barely registers until it's followed by a sharp tug of your nipple. “Fuck me. Look at you. Too cock dumb to answer. I said, "Is this what you needed?”

Drool spills from the corner of your mouth as you try to answer before settling on a nod. 

“Shit.” He laughs. “I'm not even trying that hard. I'm so worked up I'm just using this perfect hole to jerk off. I need to blow my load. Where should I? Hmm?” He takes a second to catch his breath as readjusts to push even deeper. An howl from you rings in the night. It's accompanied by you clawing  at Clint's back. Maybe the neighbour’s dog is right, you are a beast in the night. One that only Clint can transform you into.

“I hadn't shot it all over your pretty face for a while or your tits. I don't think I could pull out though. Guess I'll just have to fill you with it. Did he fill you before he left? Are you going to have two men's loads dripping from you, you little slut?” His large hand is on the base of your neck now, squeezing even so slightly.

“He n-never has. Make him…wear a condom. Just…just you..” your orgasm building makes it hard to speak.

“Just me that fills this pussy. Isn't that special? Just me that uses you like a cock sleeve.”

Clint stops taunting you as he puts all his energy into fucking you closer to you peak. He moans and grunts into your hair while his whole body stretches and flexes on top of you. He is the most gorgeous creature you have ever had the fortune to lay your eyes on. Everything about him gets you closer. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm close. Oh, fucking milk my cock. Come on.” His thumb finds your clit and with a few strokes you do exactly as he says. Your channel clamps down on him and pulse around him until all his thick white cum is warming your walls. After you muscles all contact toward your centre at the pinnacle of your pleasure they all release leaving you limp underneath him. 

“Are you okay?” Clint finally comes back to you. His demeanour softens along with his cock inside you.

“I'm perfect.” You sign now even trying to fight the smile on your face.

“I know you are.” His whiskers tickle as he kisses your forehead. “I'm sorry. I should have stayed away. You have someone…”

“He's not you. He's just a placeholder. We both know that. I'll call him now. I'll have his stuff out on the lawn in the morning.” You expect him to laugh. For the same excuses to leave his lips.

“Do it. Just give me a few weeks. I'm close to getting out.” His tone is deadly serious.

“What? How?” Your heart swells so much with hope that it almost chokes you.

Clint holds you close his eyes sparkle with promise as yours begin to close. “It's better that you don't know. But I am going to do it this time. Then you and me will get that little place back home and no one will bother us.”

The dance was shorter this time. Clint was gone by the morning. Even after all the sweet nothings you whispered to each other in the night. Little did either of you know that the dance would be different next time. The steps would change to match the new song. A song with an extra beat. The heartbeat of the baby growing inside you.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #freaky tales #another broad man for me to fall in love with #clint #clint x f!reader #sorry to any hawkeye fans that end up here to be disappointed #clint freaky tales

[everythingelseisextra]

Run, Little Girl

Part Thirteen: Horse To Water

Description: You breach a subject you've always feared talking about. Later, you're caught, and are faced with the feat of saving yourself. Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, references to rape, language, guns Word count: 3037 Tag List: @theshelbyslimited  @ttaechi  @weaponizedvirtue  @majesticcmey  @optimisticsandwichgladiator  @zablife  @princesssterek  @mm0thie  @callsignvenus @ay0nha  @mgdixon  @fairytale07 @babayaga67 @shelbydelrey @look-at-the-soul @globetrotter28

He wants you. 

You can see it in his eyes at night, though he keeps the distance between you. There’s a ravenousness to him that you’ve seen in other men, the ones who came looking for something that echoed connection, the ones who never hurt you but mimicked passion and intimacy. Hungry for touch, for closeness, for the physical kindness that can be passed from one person to another. 

You have learned that sex is a commodity. Bodies interwoven with each other births a transaction, and, in a perfect world, it would be mutual. It never was for you. You know you can give that piece of yourself, and you know that it can be taken, but you’re never sure if you can get anything in return. It’s a privilege to accept pleasure from someone other than yourself, and it’s one you’ve never had. Men used you with carelessness and a mostly rough touch. 

Your sexuality has been hidden away for years, safe from the world’s prying eyes. It’s battered and bruised, slowly bleeding out, and you’re not sure it can take much more. It hurts to think about, to consider stepping back into the world of physical touch, and so you ignore it, like a child learning for the first time what sex is and becoming shy of it. Part of you, though, is unbearably lonely. Part of you wants so desperately to be touched that you cave inwards, wanting to give yourself to someone, anyone, just to become whole again. And all of you believes that you’re insignificant, pointless, and incorporeal unless you’re being touched.

Tommy won’t take from you. He won’t force himself on you, won’t do anything you won’t allow, but he is not patient. There’s a childishness to him that needs immediate gratification or he becomes bitter and cold. You don’t fear him, not yet, but you’ve been trapped underneath a few too many times to not appreciate the breath you can take. 

That morning, you lay on your back in bed, arm above your head on the pillow, watching faint filaments in the air float through the sunrays sliding in from the windows. Tommy lays beside you, his eyes traveling slowly over your upper body, no hint of shame. You’re not sure what he’s admiring; your body is swathed in one of his shirts, your lower half covered by blankets, and, underneath, loose black pants. Still, he looks, and there’s a faint ember in the blue, a wish, an imagination running wild. 

“Thomas,” you say quietly. “I think I can read your mind.”

“Can you?” Careful amusement covers his words, and there’s a faint smile in them.

“Right now? Yeah. I can see it in your face.” You turn your head, your nose pressing against your upper arm. “I’ve seen it a lot on other men.”

His eyes flicker and he draws his head back slightly. “What are you trying to tell me?” 

“I—” You sigh, looking back up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I’m trying to say a lot of things and none of them are coming out very well.”

He props himself up on one arm, looking down at you with faint concern. “Tell me.”

“What?” You glance at him, then return to staring at the ceiling. 

“Tell me all of it.” It’s an order dressed in sincerity. If you didn’t want to tell him, you’d be coaxed into it. Like so many other things in your past, it’s easier if you just give in. 

“I guess I just— I see what you want, and it scares me. I don’t know what to expect from myself. If you were to touch me, would I panic, or would I freeze and allow it, or would I want it? And you’re good to me, and I want to be with you, and I owe you that much. What if— what if I can’t? And I’m confused, because I see it and I think that I could want it, too, and then I flinch, because—” Your face grows slightly hot. “Because I crave it so much that it hurts. But none of that matters, because I have no idea who I am anymore. You could do nothing wrong and I could still freak out, or you could do nothing wrong and I’d be perfectly fine. Does any of this make sense?” 

He gives you a single nod, a slow movement. “If you’re not ready—”

“I should be ready. It’s been fifteen years. I should be over it by now.” You lift your arm to gesture at the empty air, fingers cascading through the golden light, then drop it down by your side. 

“If you’re not ready, we wait.” He repeats himself in the same tone as when he first spoke. “You’ll be ready when you’re ready.”

“What if it’s never, Tom?” You close your eyes, throat a little tighter than before. “What if it’s never?”

He’s quiet, and you feel his gaze on you, discerning. “I don’t know.”

Your heart drops and you swallow hard, opening your eyes to blink up at the ceiling, trying to clear your eyes. Your voice wavers. “No one will want me unless I give them my body, too.” 

It’s a core belief, born of years upon years of being taken from, the formative time in your life molding you into a tool for use. Before you met Tommy, you wanted to be erased, to be untouchable and unfeeling, ghostlike in the countryside, to be nothing and never be known by anyone. It was lonely, but it was simple. An end to the constant deluge of attention you never wanted. There’s no going back to that, not now. You’re too strong to try to pretend not to want him, and you’re too awake to slip back into that purgatory of sleepy loneliness.

“I’ll want you.” He reaches out and touches your shoulder, then withdraws, careful. “If it’s never, I’ll manage. Won’t be what I wish, but I’ll manage.”

You close your eyes, trying desperately not to cry. “I’m not worth anything if I can’t give that to you.” 

“No. You’re worth something.” His voice grows quieter. “Do you want it to be never?”

You shake your head, lip quivering. 

“Then it won’t be.” 

“You don’t know that.” Your voice cracks and you hate it, hate the ache that fills your chest, hate the regret that you had to have survived what you did. 

“I know that,” he insists. “I know that, because you’re damn good at getting what you want. Sprayed me with a fucking hose and got me to buy you a horse.”

You manage a weak smile. “I never asked for the horse.” 

“You wanted him.” 

“You wanted him. You said he had spirit.” Your tone still wavers, your words small. You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“If you want it to happen, it’ll happen.” He settles back down onto the bed, sighing.

You shake your head, a small tear hovering in your eye and dripping down when you blink. “You have more faith in me than I do.”

His eyes close. “I consider myself a realist.”

“Does— does that make me a pessimist?” You try to smile, wiping the tear away, but your lips tremble slightly and your voice still lacks strength.  

“Yes.”  His bare chest rises and falls, slow and steady, and your erratic breathing suddenly seems ridiculous. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, trying to pull yourself together, teetering on the edge of some kind of breakdown. “I’m sorry I’m not… not what you wish.” 

His eyes flutter open, casting their endlessly critical gaze over you. “You’re fine the way you are.” 

“Fine.” You turn on your side, facing him, curling into the fetal position. “I’m just fine to you. Everything is fine but nothing is good, is that it?”

“You’re putting words in my mouth that I haven’t spoken.” 

“Tell me I’m more than just fine, Tom. Tell me I’m someone you want. Tell me I mean as much as you do to me.” Your voice trembles, your hands curl into fists, tightening, then loosening. “Tell me that this isn’t all in my head. Because right now, it feels like it is.” 

His jaw tightens and he shakes his head, his expression conflicted. 

“Put your fucking strength down and help me, please.” Another tear rolls down your cheek. “It’s just you and me in the morning light. You don’t have to be the Thomas Shelby everyone knows. Be Tom. Just… Tom.” 

“If I were as cold as I try to be, I would stay quiet.” His voice rumbles, so soft that it barely breaks the air, barely makes it through to you. “Truth is, I get quiet when I’m with people. Stop talking and just listen. What’s the point, I think, in talking when you know they don’t feel what you feel. What’s the point in speaking if it isn’t with you.” He closes his eyes again, as if it’s easier to confess to the darkness than straight to you. “I am too far away from love to feel it now, but, when I’m ready, it’ll be you. If you promise me the same.” 

You take in a slow breath, then let it out in a withheld, shuddering sob. You try to be quiet. You try not to take up too much space with your emotions, try not to be too big in your fear and sadness and pure overwhelmed state. But, still, you cry, pathetic as you may be, you let yourself cry in front of him. This is a kind of undressing; showing him the worst sides of you before you show him the best. Shedding the lies of your life to stand naked in the truth. This is your phone call, late at night, asking for a reason. This is your swan song. 

And, slowly, carefully, he moves towards you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to him. Your head fits perfectly beneath his chin, your bodies curled together. As always, he warms you, makes you realize you were cold before his touch. His hand holds the back of your head, his fingers stroking through your hair, and his breathing starts to steady you. You time yours to his, your chests rising and falling in unison, and your crying quiets, then stops. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. “I promise.” 

It’s a vow you make in the fresh light of morning, curled close to him in the quiet. This will be a new kind of fight, you think. This will be a war in and of itself. And it will be worth it. Because nothing beautiful comes without a fight, and you are no exception.

You’re hand-walking the white stallion when it happens. His head tosses into the air, his ears prick forward, and he whips around, staring past the barn. You stand quietly, waiting for him to calm so you can continue moving, but he doesn’t. He escalates, his body going tense, then he shoots off and you find yourself dragged behind a massively strong animal. You yank back on the lead rope, digging your heels into the ground to stop Iris from tearing your arms off. He skids to a stop, tail in the air, ears rotating to try to catch whatever it is that’s spooking him. 

The shape of two well-dressed men wander casually into sight, as if they’re supposed to be there, as if you’d invited them onto your property. Your eyes go straight to their hips, where guns hang, holstered. 

You have a minute at most to act before they spot you. Blood rushes through your veins, your heartbeat speeds up, and you’re moving before you’ve thought about what you’re doing. Iris trots beside you as you jog into the barn, quickly putting the horse back into his stall, then backing up, looking around you for a hiding space. 

The men are at the mouth of the barn, moving slowly, languidly, cats on the prowl. From where you stand, half-hidden by the stall door, you can catch a glimpse of their faces. Your doubts vanish. Not Peaky Blinders, not anyone you know. You stand frozen, heart and mind racing, because they found you. They found you, and you’re unarmed, unprepared, and completely without backup. With each step they take, you’re tensing, eyes darting around, wanting something to protect yourself. 

To your right, a ladder to the hayloft. As quietly as you can, you climb up, and cringe as the wooden platform creaks with your weight. You crouch down, looking down at the men as they pass underneath you. Maybe they don’t know you’re home, maybe they don’t know that you live here, and are just checking off a box. Maybe it’s a waiting game. 

They vanish, leaving the barn behind you, and you release a slow breath. A moment too soon, as they return a second later, and one of them speaks.

“She’s gotta be in here, right?” His voice is high-pitched, almost squeaky, repugnant. “She’s not in the house. Not like she has anywhere else to go.”

“Yeah, she’s in here.” The other voice is lower, and a streak of cold recognition shocks your mind. A regular of yours, a man with cruel hands and dark eyes, whose relationship with Liszt grew stronger each time he purchased you. 

You remember damage. You remember the soreness of your body, the bruises on your hips and arms and wrists after he was done with you. You remember blood on the sheets. You remember the smell of sweat and the lingering touch of his hands on your body.

Your eyes track them as they wander beneath you. Your options are few and far between. You crouch up here in the semi-light, a passenger of your old pain, frozen in the fear of passing time, and you wait for them to find you. Or, you find a weapon, you grip it in your worn, calloused hands, and you try to stand your ground. You try to fight against the rigidness in your bones, against the shake of your hands, and you protect yourself. Either way, you’re taken back. Either way, you return to the life you want so badly to abandon and forget. 

You glance around, eyes peeled for something, anything, that could be used to fight back. Your gaze lands on a thick, solid piece of wood, broken off from a rafter. You crawl over to it, wrap your hands around it, and lift. It takes both hands and much of your strength to hold it. You glance down again, eyes on the two men. The larger one, you think. Get the larger one. 

You push a flake of hay to the edge of the hayloft and push it over the edge. It falls with a dull, quiet thump. The men turn, eyes on the flimsy piece of hay, and their slow strides turn to approach it. Neither of them look up. 

You smile faintly, waiting, biding your time. When they’re both directly under you, you heft your piece of wood, give it a kiss for good luck, and throw it over the side with all the strength you can muster. 

It lands true. You hear a squelch and the dull thud of a body hitting the ground. The high-pitched man yells, scuttling back from the carnage in front of him. Before the shock wears off, you climb down the ladder and run, head down and legs pumping. Your eyes catch briefly on the crushed skull of your regular, blood and brain matter spilled over your barn floor.

The horses panic as you run past, reacting to your fear. The rattling and banging of them kicking their stall walls fills the air, and your body, fit and strong, takes you to your house. You dart inside, lock the door behind you, and take the few steps to the kitchen. Open the drawer, pull out your gun. You stare at it. You close your eyes, just for a moment, and you feel your mindset shift. 

This is your home. They’re on your home turf. This belongs to you, and they’ve challenged you where you’re strongest. And now you’re on even ground. He’s alone, his partner is dead or dying, and you’re armed. You’re not backed into a corner. You’re in the ring, with a fighting chance and a loaded gun in your hands. 

You glance at the phone, and the idea of asking for help flits through your mind. Immediately, you decide against it. You don’t have the time. You can see his shadow through the front door windows, hear him try the door handle. Besides, you can pack a punch. You can pull the trigger. 

You hear his voice speak through the door, muffled. “Better run, little girl. You’ve trapped yourself. I’ve got you right where I want you.”

You hold up the gun, your finger toying on the trigger as if practicing. This little girl will put up a fight. This little girl got a gun from a gangster and knows damn well how to shoot. 

The door handle rattles. You move slowly, with the confidence they had when you first saw them. This, you think, will be your warning to all the men who want to take you back, want to use you, want to pretend that you’re an object with no worth. This will be your warning to the world that you won’t be fucked with. 

You sidle up to the side of the door. He bangs on it, trying to force his way through the lock. You take a breath, ready your gun, your finger on the trigger, and then reach out. Your hand rests on the lock for a second, the vibrations of his body hitting against it running through you, and then, when you’re ready, you unlock it, reach down, and open the door. 

He falls through, not expecting the door to suddenly give, and lands face first on the welcome mat. Before he can right himself, you press the gun to his head. 

He inhales sharply, then releases it in a chuckle. “You wouldn’t. You’re too much a coward.”

You roll your eyes and pull the trigger. 

#only the wild ones #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders imagine #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinder imagine #peaker blinders fandom #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby fanfic #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky fucking blinders

[ashs-pastas]

Could I ask for yandere LJ NSFW headcanon?

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 𝕷𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

[tw warning for mean Jack. slight hints of dubcon but not really. and death of character (not graphic, only mentioned) a little bit of exhibitionism

- I feel like this is a given but… he is a biter. He loves to leave bite marks all over your neck, chest, stomach, thighs and back. He may nip a little bit too hard at time because he loves to hear you whimper

- He has a HUGE size kink. He is a very big guy (in both ways hehe) and no matter what size you are. He will always be bigger then you. He likes feeling like a big bad monster and you his tiny helpless prey

- Going off the last one, he loves when you give him handjobs. He loves to see how tiny your hands look while trying your best to jerk off his huge cock

- He likes to try all kinds of crazy positions with you. Having you bent and twisted into all kinds of different positions while you are completely at his mercy, only able to moan and cry out his name while he toys with you

- Jack is very sadistic and likes to pinch and squeeze at your thighs and hips while you two are getting intimate. Most times leaving you bleeding and bruised

- He delights in hearing all of your mixed noises of pain and pleasure so he will very rarely gag you. If he does it’s because you were acting up and he does not want to hear anyone more back talk from his bratty darling

- He likes to stalk you, watching you from the shadows. His favorite thing is when he catches you touching yourself. He feels so powerful knowing he’s watching you in your most intimate moments, moaning and dirtying your hands and sheets. He definitely will palm and jerk himself off in time with your fingers

- Loves to tie his darling up. Loves to use all sorts of ribbons and silks and tie pretty bows all over your private areas. Loves unwrapping you like the gift he sees you as

- Punishment time with Laughing Jack is very cruel. He will tie you up tightly and work you up close to the edge before he will pull away “Little brats don’t deserve to feel good.” He will then leave you for a few hours. Crying, exposed and unbearably turned on

- Laughing Jack surprisingly does not like to initiate sexual acts. He likes to tease you and get you worked up until you have to come begging for him to make you feel good. He thinks you look so cute all pitiful and desperate for him

- But that doesn’t mean he will give it to you easily… will act intentionally dumb and touch you everywhere but where you need him most. “Is that not what you want dearest?” and when you tell him exactly what you want he will laugh loudly and degrade you. “Who knew my darling was so dirty minded? I’ll give you exactly what you want but you need to use your words and tell me exactly what you want.”

- His favorite sight is seeing your embarrassed face when he taunts you. It makes Jack so hard to see little tears form in your eyes as you shiver in his hold

- His favorite positions are either picking you up and fucking you against the nearest wall. (He loves destroying your poor hole and demonstrating how strong he is compared to you at the same time)

- His other favorite position is you riding him. He loves watching you bounce yourself on his big cock. He will lay back and smirk while you struggle to take all of him. When you get tired and your legs start to shake he will grab your hips and start thrusting into you roughly and deeply. He will giggle in your face and mock you, “Oh poor baby can’t handle it? I thought you said you could? Guess I will have to do all the work.”

- Jack likes to dress you up in all kinds of frilly and revealing outfits. He likes how cute you look always trying to cover yourself embarrassed by the lack of coverage you have

- Jack is more of a receiver but trust me he will never stop without making you cum at least once

- Jack is not shy and would love to fuck you in front of other people who made him jealous. He will tease you for being so shy when you are always acting so slutty for him. ( but those people disappear the next day? how weird?)

I hope you enjoy!!

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta smut #laughing jack x you #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack smut #yandere laughing jack

[marauderqueensblog]

Life’s brighter with you around/luke castellan

authors note: In honor of my 1 year anniversary of being on tumblr yay so I thought what better than write a Luke oneshot. And also the reader is the daughter of selene the goddes of the moon cause I haven’t seen a kid of them yet on tumble

Summary:Luke’s always had nightmares ever since he can remember but that all changed when he met you

Pairing: luke castellan x Selene daughter!reader

Warning: slight angst, mentions of death, and torturing

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Ever since Luke can remember he always had terrible nightmares. Either about his mothers death,his father leaving, Thalia being tortured. He’ll wake up in a cold sweat tears running down his face looking around rapidly. It was absolutely horrible like being trapped in an old disgusting memory but he just had to watch it happen again. No moving no screaming just watching. He made a swear to himself that if anyone he loved where to get hurt he’d sacrifice himself.

Especially when he met you. You arrived at camp when you where where 13 he had barely been there a few months when he met you. You walked threw the gates looking the best way Luke can describe like you’d been hit by a bus. A bruised eye cut lip and large cut on your side bleeding threw your shirt looking like yo I where gonna pass out. It made Luke remember everything he has to go threw to get to camp.

He remembers you coming in and almost falling from the blood loss. He immediately runs up to you getting you by the shoulders. “Hey are you ok”he asked “um not really kinda bleeding out just a little bit” oh here let me get you to the infirmary” he walked you to the infirmary in the middle of camp finally settling you down in a bed. “Chiron Chiron can somebody tell Chiron we have a new camper who needs immediate medical attention” that’s all you nheard till it faded to black. But you where patched up and woke up. Looking around frantically you spotted Luke “you your the guys who helped me” he chuckles “ yea no problem you can call me Luke castellan” he states holding out his hand “ well castellan you can call me y/n l/n” after that you and Luke had become inseparable.

Luke had spent all day trying to find your godly parent and there was no luck. Till that night you where talking to Luke about how you’ve always felt some strange connection to the moon and it’s beauty. All of a sudden a crescent moon appeared above you. He looked up shocked “you your the child of Selene the moon goddess”. You laughed “guess that explains my weird moon obsession. You where the only child at camp daughter of the moon goddess there was obviously no cabin for you. Which meant your home would be in the Hermes cabin. But that was a plus meant you could be closer to Luke.One night you where trying to sleep when you where woken up to heavy breathing.

You looked around till you pinpointed the sound. Luke’s bunk You thought. You quickly make your wait over there. He sees you and calms his breathing a bit. “Oh I’m sorry did I wake you”. “No no don’t worry are you ok bad dream”. “Oh um yea” “want me to maybe stay with you I don’t have to but if it’ll make you feel better”. “That would actually make me feel a lot better” you smile and slowly crawl into bed with him. You wake up to one of Lukes half siblings Hannah looking over you too smirking. “Hey you can’t tell anyone Hannah please” you pleaded. “Fine I’ll keep your little secret” she says she walking away. After that it became a usual thing he’d get nightmares come to your bed you’d crawl into his. And Hannah would wake you before everyone else woke. But eventually Luke got tired of hiding this.

you where so devoted to helping him he felt himself truly slipping into you more and more every day. It’s like he didn’t know what to do. “Chris it’s driving me mad I just love her so much” Chris rolls his eyes sick of hearing this every day. “ then why don’t you ask her out already she clearly likes you”. “You think she really does” he says hopeful look on his face” “man look she wakes up whenever you want doesn’t get mad you interrupt her sleep gets into literal bed with you just to make you feel better after your bad dreams I don’t know but that sounds like love to me”

“oh my Gods Chris thank you for opening my eyes I gotta” he says running away. “Hah and now I’m getting some money” Chris exclaims remembering his bet with Clarissa over who would convince the other to date each-other first.

When Luke finally finds you he’s breathing heavily. “Are you ok” “ yes Amazing actually ok here goes nothing y/n l/n I love you with all my heart I love how caring you are and how you never hesitate to help out anyone” I love hearing you talk about things you love like the stars and the moon and hearing the stories while you point at constellations”. “You’ve made my life amazing and saved me will you be my girlfriend” “oh my goodness you finally ask of course I’ll be your girlfriend idiot” you exclaim grabbing his face and kissing him”. Then you here a angry

groan in the back you both look to see clarisse stomping her feet like a child. “what clarisse sad I got her first” Luke says. “No castellan Im angry I lost my bet with Chris” she says storming off. You look at Luke and say “ten bucks there gonna date next” “ten bucks I’ll get Chris to date her next”. “ oh your so on pretty boy you say”. And then started the ongoing bets at camp half-blood. Watching the sky that night with Luke you could have sworn the moon shined just a little brighter with him around

author note: this kinda went off the rails but it’s was so fun to make and now I write for clarisse cause I found my love for her also sorry the text style changed halfway threw I switched devices

#luke castellan #fanfic #fluff #cute #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson

[topazy]

In the shadows

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Warnings: Violence

Chapter: 1.12

The feeling of being dragged underwater is what wakes you, and when your eyes flutter open, you’re surprised to be in a hospital bed and not a pool of water. Your body, which is covered in bandages and bruises, aches. Two nurses are in the room as well, both looking concerned, but neither of them say anything.

You look around the sterile room and notice Sheriff Stilinski yelling at Jackson. At least that jackass was alright. Suddenly, all the fear comes flooding back. Peter's face flashed before your eyes, his eyes glowing red as his jaw opened, sharp fangs replacing his human teeth.

“No!” You lunge forward. “Stiles run!”

Hearing your sudden outburst and yelling his son's name, the sheriff tries to enter the room but is denied access. Your parents had gone out of town to visit friends the previous morning, so I guessed they hadn’t returned to Beacon Hills yet.

One of the nurses begins fidgeting with the IV bag, which is attached to the cannula in the back of your hand. You notice her injection has something to it. “Hey, what the hell?”

Everything quickly becomes blurry; you struggle to keep your eyes open, and when you do manage to, you instantly feel sick, noticing the walls around you keep changing. You look up and see a man in scrubs pushing your bed, with the same nurse who knocked you out beside him.

“Peter?”

Smirking, Peter pulls down the mask covering his face. “I always said you weren’t dense, Mori.”

—

“I don’t understand; explain it again.”

Peter rolls his eyes and lets out a dramatic sigh. “I’ve already told you the plan twice.”

“You probably shouldn’t have drugged me then.”

He puts one of his sharp claws underneath your chin and says, “Careful.”

“Stiles won’t help me hack into Scott’s laptop until he knows you’re safe and sound." His voice oozes with sarcasm. “I need both Scott and Derek to kill the Argents.”

“Scott will never help you.”

“Oh, he will.” Peter pulls out a mobile from his pocket and dials; the phone only rings for a few seconds before someone answers. “As promised, I’ve not harmed her yet.”

“𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒, 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒!”

“Stiles!”

“𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?”

You didn’t know how to answer him. Your cuts and bruises were beginning to heal on their own, but you were stuck alone in a room with the alpha. “I’m with Peter.”

“Time to hold up your end of the deal, Stiles.”

“𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚞𝚖, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜.”

Peter smiles with a strange look in his eyes, twirling your hair around his finger while you listen to Stiles typing on a laptop through the phone.

“𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎.”

Peter slams the phone down, causing it to break. He seems lost in the light for a while before turning to you and running his claw along your jawline before pricking your skin just below your ear enough for it to bleed. "Fascinating." His eyes glow slightly as he watches them heal. Peter shifts his gaze to meet yours. “Did you know your brother is back in town?”

“K—Kyle?”

“Yes, and we wouldn’t want anything to happen to him, now would we?”

You shake your head and say, “No, what is it you want from me?”

“The Argents want to leave, but you're going to get Kate and Allison to Derek’s location within the next hour.”

“And in exchange, you won’t hurt my brother, Stiles, Scott, Derek, or Lydia?”

He nods.

“And what if I can’t?” Tears roll down your cheeks. “I don’t know Allison that well; she wouldn’t just skip plans on leaving town to hang out with me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you exactly what to say. And if you tell anyone what we are planning, even Stiles, you can kiss your parents and brother goodbye.”

—

As you step further into the forest, you realize that you don't know what to do or how completely out of your depth you are. You did exactly as Peter said and called Allison and tearfully told her Scott had lied to you as well about being a werewolf, but you knew where he was and wanted to confront him.

It hadn’t sunk in how big of a mistake you made until you saw both Kate and Allison welding weapons when they got out of Kate’s car. You felt even more unease when Kate handed you a pellet gun. “Do you know how to handle this?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head, and try to push the gun back to her. “I’ve never even held one.”

“Take it,” she says firmly. “Trust me, we are dealing with rabid dogs whose only purpose is to kill.”

“She’s right, Mori; you need to be able to protect yourself.”

It was sad to see how brainwashed Allison had become. Reluctantly, you took the gun from Kate.

You were trying so hard to keep your brother and friends safe from Peter that you hadn’t thought about the Argents trying to kill them. You clear your throat. “What are you planning on doing to Scott once you find him?”

Kate slows her pace, so Allison can’t hear anything her aunt says. Kate cocks her brow and says, “Whatever's necessary to stop him from harming Lydia. Is that going to be a problem?”

You remain silent. Stiles had texted you, saying Kate was the one who set the fire in The Hale’s house, killing everyone.

Kate was a cold-blooded killer; at least that’s what you kept telling yourself to justify handing her over to the alpha to protect your friends.

“Shh,” Kate says, putting her fingers to her lips. “You hear that?”

Allison nods, but you look around clueless until you spot Derek and Scott walking towards what remains of the Hale house. Out the corner of your eye, you notice Kate raising her gun, and without thinking it through, you kick Kate in the shin and say, “Scott, Derek, run!”

Kate throws you to the ground easily and holds you there while pointing her arrow at Derek.

“You don’t need to do this,” you plead. “Allison, you’re not a murderer; just let them go.”

She ignores you and shoots Derek in the shoulder and then in the leg before firing a flash bolt. The flash causes your vision to become fuzzy, and the feeling of being dragged underwater returns.

—

You feel weak as someone helps you stand. “Derek?”

“You good?”

You nod. “Are you; you’ve just been shot twice?”

Shooting a glare in Allison’s direction, he scoffs, “I’m fine.”

Hearing a clattering sound coming from his home, he shoots his head in that direction. “What’s wrong?”

“Scott’s in trouble.”

“Go, go.” When Derek lets go, you stumble slightly but hold onto a tree for support.

You feel like you’re burning up, but there’s nothing physically wrong with you. You roll up your sleeves to look at the bite mark on your arm and are horrified to see it was completely healed. The sudden urge to scream overtakes you, so you do. As you scream, you feel a wave of panic and frustration as the sound of rushing water overflows all your other senses. You only come back to reality when you feel a familiar warmth of arms wrapping around you.

You don’t even need to open your eyes to know who it is, “Stiles.”

“It’s okay.”

When the smell of smoke fills your nostrils, you open your eyes to see Peter's burning body falling to the ground. Squeeze Stiles tightly. “What am I?”

He whispers, “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out, I promise.”

You cling to Stiles as Scott chases after Derek, begging him not to kill Peter. “Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek, if you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family—what am I supposed to do?”

Claws extend from Derek’s nails as he raises his arm up.

“Wait! No, no! Don't!”

Derek slashes Peter's throat, then slowly stands, and I’m a distorted voice saying, “I'm the Alpha now.”

—

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 —

𝙻𝚢𝚍𝚒𝚊’𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍.

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝 —

𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝? 𝙸𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 —

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐?

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 —

𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢.

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 —

𝙰𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘

Gulping down, you shove the phone into your pocket; you couldn’t think straight with different messages coming through at once.

“Where do they think you are?

“At home, I guess.”

“Why did you come here alone?”

Derek lets out a dark chuckle as he walks across the creaking floorboards. His house was dark, and the only part of him you could see was his glowing red eyes. But unlike with Peter, you didn’t feel scared; you knew Derek wouldn’t hurt you.

“I want to know what I am.”

#Teen wolf #stiles stilinski/you #stiles stilinski/reader #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x you #teen wolf rewrite #teen wolf fanfic #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski fanfiction #Stiles Stilinski x fem reader #Stiles Stilinski fanfic #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x you #teen wolf fanfiction #In the shadows

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 31- corruption w/ minho

⤷ warnings: sub!Minho, unrealistic circumstances, past trauma(?), innocent minho, chan is mentioned, wounds, handjob, cum eating

⤷ word count: 1,2k

⤷Taglist : @greysweaters-blog @hannie-bees @ashydoinwhat @chansbabygirlsstuff @hiddlestandom @stanskzsstuff @mal-lunar-28 @leeracha @linos-kitten @bonateukna @ihrtlix @conwunder @jazzyluuv

⤷ permanent taglist: @iadorethemskz @iluvseungie

*sorry this was so late, but this concludes Kinktober 2023!!*

*please dm me if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.*

You had friends, friends come and go. It's a cycle. But when you meet minho you felt as if everything changed.

You met him in the spur of the moment, you were walking home from a late night class. The trains running too late for your liking so you decided to walk home. You passed an alley way and heard crying, maybe you were stupid for checking but curiosity got the cat. You had the police on speed dial, street lights illuminating the empty streets.

You were really second guessing this, praying you weren't going to get kidnapped or something.

What you saw surely stunned you. A male sitting with his head inbetween his knees, there was visible bruises aligning his arms some fresh and bleeding while some were old and turning yellow.

You slowly creeped over, trying not to startle the boy.

"Hello?" You put your phone flashlight on, keeping a safe distance between you and the stranger.

He looked up, eyes red and glossy. He was shaking and looked like he couldn't trust anyone.

"Hi, I'm here to help you, okay?" You crouch down, touching his arm, but you heard a yelp come out of his lips.

"Help?" His voice wasn't that loud, hiccups interrupting the silence.

"Do you want me to call the police?" You didn't expect thay reaction, someone in this situation would be adamant to get help but he isn't.

"N-no thank you"

"You're bleeding sir, you need help" you were conflicted, you wanted to call someone to help him but you didn't want to scare him off.

You sighed, rubbing your temples before getting up.

"Get up" holding out your hand for him to grab.

"Where are we going?" Surprisingly he takes your hand, feet wobbling.

"My place."

When you got to your apartment, you brung him to the bathroom telling him to wait there.

You stepped out to call your friend.

"Chan? Are you busy?"

"No? Why"

"Okay I did something, but you can't get mad" you were speaking fast, heart beating.

"Can't make a promise, go on"

"I was walking home and this kid, no older than you I hope all bruised up so I kinda took him home but I have no clothes for men so I was wondering if you could come over and help me?" It felt good to get that off your chest.

"It's always you, I'll be over in 10"

"Thank you channie, I owe you"

You heard him mumble something along the lines of sure before he hung up.

You walked back over to the bathroom, checking up on the stranger.

"Can you sit on the sink? Your wounds look nasty." He gave you a nod, looking down.

"Can you tell me what happened to you?" You got some rubbing alcohol and bandages, some miscellaneous things as well to clean his cuts.

You were listening intently suddenly feeling bad for the boy. He ran away from wherever he was, explaining how he didn't have much freedom even as an adult.

"And— shit," he winced, eyes shutting.

"Sorry sorry" you put the bandaid on, moving to another spot.

"My mother I guess didn't want me to leave, I was kinda homeschooled. I didn't have Internet access, I don't have much knowledge on things" he went quiet talking about his family, you could tell he was skipping parts of the story.

Your phone rang, caller id reading "chan". You pick up, telling him the door is open, once again telling minho to stay put.

"You don't think sometimes you know." He shakes his head handing you some clothes.

"You're a live saver, thanks" sometimes, you didn't know what you would do without him.

"Where is he?"

"In the bathroom, I was cleaning his wounds." you say, walking back towards your bathroom door.

Chan tells you he's gonna chill on the couch as you finish with the boy. You didn't mind the extra company anyway.

"I'm coming back in" you warn, before pushing the door open.

"Here's some clothes— it's pretty late I think you should just change for now" you look down. Was he always this cute? You shouldn't be thinking like this, he's in pain and probably scared. You snap out of your thoughts when he mutters a thank you hopping off the counter.

"When your done, I guess you can sleep in my bed with me? If you don't mind if course"

"Only if you're okay with it" he spoke as if something was chasing him, almost how he sounded earlier that night.

"Then it's settled" you open the bathroom door, leaving him to change his clothing.

You walk into your living room once more to see chan slouching on his phone

"He's cute."

It doesn't take long for chan to leave or for you guys to end up in a bed together. Your bed is big enough for two people to fit so it isn't so uncomfortable.

You heard him wince when he lied down, curling into himself before breathing out.

You couldn't help but feel for the boy, ending up in the middle of nowhere and now sleeping in some strangers bed. Though, you decided to sleep on it before moving forward.

You were awoken from cries coming from your left, you checked the time 2:34 am. Minho didn't tell you about another wound earlier? So you wondered what it was.

You turned your body to face his but all you saw was his back. Nonetheless, you tapped his shoulder before whispering.

"Is everything okay?" he jumped, moving his hands over his eyes to wipe them off before turning over to you. He went silent again, looking at you before looking down.

"You need to communicate with me Minho, a conversation works two ways" you sat up, leaning over your bedside table to hand him a glass of water.

"It hurts" is all he said, you couldn't see much but you could see the red tint of his cheeks due to the moonlight.

"What hurts min?" You didn't expect him to shake his head. Confused on why he wouldn't tell you.

"No? Come on I'll help you" he hoped you didn't see him tighten the hold of the blanket.

You sighed, grabbing the end of the cover.

"I'm gonna take it off okay?" He couldn't even get a word in, you quickly took the cover off.

"N-no!" You were surprised honestly, you didn't expect to see him popping a boner after dark.

"That hurts minho?" He probably woke up with it, of course it'll hurt.

He silently responds, nodding his head.

"We can fix that, if you trust me of course" smiling to yourself, you sit in front of him hands in his sight.

"I trust you."

It happened fast, soon after your hand was down his pants rubbing him slowly.

"Remember what you were dreaming about?" You question, maybe it was just 'morning wood' or whatever men call it.

"I- I can't tell you" he brung his hand up to his mouth, biting down on it.

"You seriously don't know why you woke up like this?"

"I-I don't! I mean, it never hurt this bad." You knew he was about to cum, he twitching in your hand.

"I feel- im-" he was cut off by his own moan, thighs tensing up and his eyes were tearing up, droplets dripping down his cheeks.

You removed your hand from his pants, sticking them in his mouth.

"Suck baby"

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[befuddled-calico-whump]

Total$hit$how: Valuable

in which Hunter doesn't want to disappoint

cw: referenced violence, adult language, migraine

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The patterns got sharper the sharper he looked, their edges stabbing at his eyes, starting an ache in the sockets that wouldn't go away.

Hunter kept looking at them anyway. Headaches were basically just imaginary pain, and fuck if he'd be slowed down by something imaginary. He'd been practicing his finding skills as often as he could since his first meeting with Vic. Day one had been shitty. He'd gone to bed with throbbing eyes and hadn't even managed to find one stupid fork.

“Try again,” Vic had said, nothing frustrated or irritated in his voice, nothing shifting in his color. “I know you can do it. Just keep trying.”

So he did, paying no attention to his lingering headache. And eventually, he found what he was seeking. It was just a dumb little yellow pencil, tucked away in the dust behind a desk in the library, but he found it. The only problem was, he didn’t know how. Had it been intuition? A lucky guess?

“You need to pay attention to how you get there,” Vic said. “Otherwise, how will you replicate the results? Try again.”

Hunter tried again. Again and again and again until it felt like his eyes were fucking bleeding. It didn’t matter, he didn’t care. He wouldn’t screw this up. He’d become whatever good thing Vic saw in him if it killed him.

Patterns started making more sense; bubbles turning to razor-sharp blades when he focused on them, asked them to lead him, and it hurt, but it didn’t matter as long as it was working. 

The bomb trial was for him, he knew it had to be. It was for him, but he’d nearly fucked it up when the bots came buzzing by, electricity wrapping around him like twitchy purple vines, tighter and tighter until he’d blacked out.

And then… then the big guy had woken him up. Said they needed Hunter, that they couldn’t do it without him. His color was brighter than usual, probably panic at the maybe-bomb, but Hunter had hardly paid attention to it, because they needed him. And fuck, had he ever really been needed? Not just as extra hands or extra eyes, but for something he alone could give?

The big guy called him a compass. A pointer for the lost. More than a set of fists. He knew it was thanks to the implant that he could be more. And it was thanks to Vic that he knew he could try.

“You did good today.” His handler had come to get him not long after they all had reached the kitchen, a few minutes after muscle girl started burning pancakes.

“I found the bomb,” Hunter said with a shrug. “That’s it.”

“To anyone else, that would be an impossible feat,” Vic said.

“Yeah, probably.” Hunter leaned back in his chair, craning his neck to look up at the ceiling. His skull was still throbbing from his impossible feat, the pain forming colors of its own. Purple and green like a bruise, pulsing around his head like a halo.

“What did you see when you were in the maze?” Vic asked. “How did you find it?”

Hunter closed his eyes, trying to make himself remember. When he first entered the maze, he’d thought about the bomb, thought about trying to find it, wanted to find it, and a pattern had sprung into existence; a trail of knife-edged crumbs to follow. Sometimes other patterns would get in the way, looking similar enough to throw him off, but by now he knew it was always the one that hurt the most to look at that was the right one.

He tried explaining as much to Vic, but his words never sounded half as good as he planned for them to be. Still, at the end of his stumbling description, the pleased stripe of blue hadn’t faded from his handler’s green.

“I knew you were capable,” Vic said with a grin. “You’re the most valuable member of the team, you know that?”

Hunter cocked his head. “You think so?”

“Yes. Now don’t go spreading that to the others, I don’t need them thinking I pick favorites.” He chuckled. “Even if I do.”

More than more, the implant made him a most. Better than whatever shit the rest of the team brought to the table, at least in Vic’s eyes, and did anyone else’s eyes really matter?

“Okay. Good,” he said. “Good, sir.” The blue brightened.

“Now, I know I told everyone else to take the rest of the day, but we both know you’re a cut above the rest. I have a few more training exercises I’d like to run you through before I release you.”

“What, now?”

“Is there a problem?”

“No,” Hunter said, then added in a mumble, “I mean, my head kind of hurts.” More than that, he was kinda tired after the maze. Tired and sore and still feeling a little shaky from the bot attacks. Being cornered the first time was shitty enough, but he was mostly just pissed that they’d managed to find him so fast. The second zap though, that made him just want to curl up in bed for the rest of the day. Not that he would.

Vic raised an eyebrow. “Is that a side effect?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

The blue faded. Not a lot, but enough to send a jolt through Hunter’s chest. Disappointing Vic was worse than being tired. Worse than a headache. You can’t fuck this up.

“But it’s not a problem,” he said quickly. “I can do whatever.”

The blue came back in full force. “Excellent. Now, I noticed you seemed a little overwhelmed when you reached the device itself—”

“You were watching?”

“Yes,” Vic said. “Through the cameras in the drones.” He chuckled. “Though I lost control of both at the end. Miss Cavan really did a number on them.”

Hunter’s eyebrows scrunched together at that. “Lost control?”

“As advanced as our AI modules are, there’s nothing like a human touch.”

“You were driving them?” Hunter said. 

“Piloting is the preferred term—”

“You were driving them,” he repeated, half in disbelief. So it hadn’t been bad luck, it had been Vic seeking him out, it had been Vic shocking him.

Vic clicked his tongue. “I see what this is. Are you upset I went after you?”

“No…” he replied, but wasn’t he? He thought Vic liked him. Why would he zap him if he liked him? Twice?

Vic sighed, standing up. Hunter scooted away in his seat as the older man came to stand beside him. The chlorine smell clung to him, like a faint cologne.

“You know it’s because I thought you could handle it, right?” he said, laying a hand on Hunter’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “I wouldn’t have done it if I thought you couldn’t take it. I know you aren’t weak, Hunter.”

He wasn’t. He could take it, did take it.

“And I can’t very well give you special treatment during training. You know that, right?”

“Yeah. I know.” It did make sense, the big guy’d gotten shocked too, so he shouldn’t be upset. He didn’t know why he was even upset in the first place. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been hurt before, by peers and bosses and family, but it felt like it should be different with Vic. Not like he should ever expect it to be different, but didn’t Vic say he was special? Valuable?

“Look at me.”

Hunter lifted his chin, meeting Vic’s eyes. He wasn’t sulking, he wasn’t upset, this was fine. Vic had both hands on his shoulders now, and was looking down at him with an expression he couldn’t read, though the blue was a steady ribbon through him.

“I want to do what’s best for you, Hunter. I want you to have survivability for this mission.” He smiled, something soft. “I want you to come back after.”

After. He hadn’t thought about after, of crawling back to Jelly or ending up alone again. Did after mean he didn’t have to? Did it mean Vic wanted him to stay?

“Can you trust me to look out for you? To do what’s best?”

Hunter nodded. He felt stupid now, for being upset about it. Of course Vic knew his shit, he’d been doing this for years. He’d be an idiot to act like he was wrong about any of this spy fuckery. If Vic said it was to help him survive, to help him come back, it had to be right. Right?

“Good boy.” 

Something warm swept through his chest at the words, and he knew he’d do what he had to in order to hear them again.

“Now that we have that little matter cleared up, let’s get on with your training, mhm?” His hands left Hunter’s shoulders, fingers trailing a blue-green heat, the chlorine smell strong enough to choke on. His headache wasn’t going away, it would get worse with the training, but Hunter didn’t care.

I want you to come back after.

He’d do whatever it took to keep Vic meaning those words.

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@theonewithallthefixations

#what's this? more sad hunter hours? #you betcha #total$hit$how #migraine whump #tw manipulation

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Branding/ownership? I don’t know if I have the proper terminology🫣

Shigaraki with burns the shape of hands, and Dabi with scars also the shape of hands. Scratches down backs. Or a concerning amount of hickeys across Shigarki’s neck/jawline, that evenmakeup can’t hide. ;)

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

AWOOGA (angsty version)

It starts small. Bites against either of their necks, on their lips, their chests, down their thighs. Rings that bloom dark purple on Tomura's pale skin, and that alternate from being invisible over his scars to sore, aching, and crusted with tooth-shaped scabs on his. And there had also been the scratches, of course. Places across his thighs and hips where Duster's nails cut into him, livid raised welts along Tomura's back where Dabi's had latched on in turn. It wasn't even like they were always fucking brutally, they just couldn't seem to help themselves. It was like there was something unhinged and hungry under their skin that wanted to make sure their claim was carved so deeply that they would never extract themselves from one another. 

And then things went so wrong. Dabi was playing with a spy, thinking that he would be able to handle him, and he was wrong. And Twice got killed because of it. Toga is gone, Compress got arrested, and Tomura wasn't even himself half of the time anymore. He barely got a chance to be happy about his revenge kicking off, about how the public was tearing Endeavor and the rest of the heroes to pieces. He didn't care. Not when the first things he has ever claimed all for himself were being pulled away. 

Tomura always finds him when he's lucid. He pulls him in close and they kiss like if they do it hard enough Dabi can push AFO out of his mind, away from his body. They're still tangled together, his cock filling up the emptiness that has been aching too big in his guts and making him feel good in the wake of everything horrible, when he sees his lover flicker. It's like something short circuits behind his eyes, but Dabi can normally keep him here.

"Stay with me," he pleads, tangling his hands in his hair and pulling roughly as he kisses him hard enough their lips bleed. AFO needs Tomura's anger, his hatred, but when they're together, when they're like this, pressing love and bruises into each other's skin, he can usually fight him off. 

Tomura kisses him back, catches one of his wrists, and pulls his hand to his chest instead. Dabi puts his palm flat over his heart as his lover pulls back just enough to breathe against his lips. "Always with you, firefly. Forever. I'd let you burn the heart out of my chest if it kept you warm." He can feel the heavy beat of it under his skin as they move together, entwined in their pleasure. But Tomura winces as that flicker comes again. 

Tomura has never said a thing to him that he didn't mean, so Dabi hopes that this isn't the moment he started. He heats his palm, bringing the temperature hot enough that he knows it will singe his flesh. Tomura hisses, his cock twitching inside of him, before he wraps his other hand around his hip to keep him in place as he fucks him harder. Doesn't tell him to stop, doesn't try to pull his hand away, just pulls him in again. 

"Hotter, baby. I want you burned into my bones." 

Insanity to anyone else, a death sentence. But not for Tomura, not for them. Dabi brings his heat higher and higher, the smell of charred flesh mingling with the heavy scent of sex in the air as their movements go absolutely frantic. He can't tell if they're trying to outrace AFO or Tomura's regeneration, he just knows he can feel the skin burning beneath his palm and surging back in to try and heal at the same time. 

"Tomura," he gasps, a need filling him unlike any he's felt before. "Decay, please?" Never asked for it before. Been so scared of getting killed accidentally when they started this. But it's different now. Now he can't imagine anything that would make him feel more perfect than--

Tomura puts five fingers against his sternum and he barely feels it when he shatters softly because that lance of pain mingles with his pleasure, brings the heat of his flames hotter, and sends him over the edge. 

He slumps limply against the bed, his hand falling away from Tomura's chest, and even with his regeneration, his skin can only knit back together so much. He still has a shiny, raised burgundy scar, welts even higher in the line of his staples, across his chest that no one will mistake for anything else. He is more than satisfied with that as his lover pulls out of him and gets out of the bed, his hand moving to his head as he's sure AFO pounds against the walls. 

"Your chest," he hisses, trying to keep him back. Dabi glances down. Oh, yeah. The cracks are in the shape of Tomura's hand and he has a feeling that if he pokes at them, the skin will flake off in the perfect shape. He doesn't bother, laying back and taking a slow, deep breath before he pushes flashfire to the stinging mark. It puts fresh agony under his skin, but he's so used to that at this point that he doesn't care. He focuses on the breaks he can see, cauterizes them shut one-by-one until he has a perfect new scar for his lover there too. It takes a little while, and he's not surprised when he manages to focus again with an exhausted sigh that Tomura is getting dressed. 

"Disgusting." Not Tomura. 

"Fucking whatever, parasite." His chest aches fiercely but he still reaches over to dig out his cigs from his pocket. "Sooner or later I'm gonna burn you out of him too, and then I'm gonna watch gleefully as he walks over to Tartarus and holds on until you're nothing but dust." Not a smart idea to antagonize AFO, but he doesn't care. He's beyond tired of being worried what the boogie man might do to them. He wants to hold onto Tomura while they turn the world to ashes around them, and he's not going to stop fighting to get his lover back until he manages it. 

AFO sneers and leaves the room, but Dabi doesn't pay him any mind, tracing his fingers along the sharp cracks now sealed into his skin. He rests his hand over the mark and closes his eyes, pretending, just for a moment, that he's holding his lover's hand there while they lay in the afterglow together.

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