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#I mean it probably wont be you since you almost lost your quirk and were maimed
glassartpeasants · 4 years
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You Look Happier
Shigaraki x F!Reader x Overhaul
Warnings: Angst, toxic relationships, cheating
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You sit on your boyfriends bed as a sigh escapes your lips. It’s been like this for as long as you could remember. You, sitting on the edge of his bed while he sat at his computer utterly ignoring your existence. You knew deep down he loved you, at least that’s what you hoped.
It felt like the same thing over and over and over again. You feel ignored and you go to ask your boyfriend for some time together then he just ends up yelling at you for making him die. It was a process that always repeats itself.
But no matter how much it pissed you off you always stayed. Why because to you, he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. But you slowly were beginning to think he didn’t feel the same.
“Hey um, Tomura?” You asked as you gently tapped his shoulder which resulted in him slapping your arm away.
“What?” He said in a irritated tone.
“I was just wondering what you wanted for dinner...” You said quietly.
“McDonalds.”
“But, you ate that last night. Can i make you something a bit more healthier at least?” 
“You asked what i wanted and i said McDonalds.”
“Oh o-okay...” You voice sounding like a scolded puppy. You turn away and walk out to your car and turn the key.
~~~
Once you had gotten McDonalds you walk out of the store and go to your car...only to find it’s gone.
“W-what happened to my car?!” You gasped. Looking around to see no trace of it.
“I guess thats what i get for leaving the door unlocked...” You sigh as you felt tears prick against the corners of your eyes.
You begin moving your feet towards you home as tears stream down your face. First your boyfriend ignores you, then was being an asshole and now you’re car was stolen.
~~~
You could see your house from where you stood. After an hour of walking you made it home in no time. You sigh in relief before you felt a gun being pushed against your back.
“Give me all your money or i blow a hole through your damn chest.” More tears was coming out of your eyes.
“I-I dont have any money...it was stolen along with my car...” You’ve been to McDonalds so many times that you know the exact price of your boyfriends favorite food by heart. Thats why you only took some money from your wallet and left the rest in the car.
“Bullshit! You have McDonalds in your hands. I’m gonna say it one more time give me the money or I’ll-AHH!” A liquid hit your back and the feeling of the gun was no more. You turn around and saw a puddle of blood and a man with a plague mask next to it.
“Disgusting honestly-”
“Thank you so much sir!” You cried as you dropped to your knees. you held the fabric of your jeans in your hands as the McDonalds splatter all over the ground.
“Why didn’t you use your quirk? Everyone-”
“I don’t have one. So i guess you could say i was born unlucky.” You laughed trying to stop your tears.
“Quirkless eh? People go after you guys all the time since you have nobody to protect you.”
“I have a boyfriend but..he doesn’t seem to care about making me safe i guess,” You chuckle but your tears keep streaming as you look up at your savior.
“That’s unfortunate.” He looked down at you before scrubbing his arm.
“Not a fan of germs I see?” You smile up at him.
“No.”
“Well i guess im not a fan of germs myself haha..” You get up and look at him smiling even through your tears.
“Ah i see.” You only giggle making him raise an eyebrow before you hear your ringtone that you set for your boyfriend. You laugh nervously before picking up the call and the first thing you were greeted by was yelling.
“Where the hell are you?!” You boyfriend screeched.
“I’m s-sorry. My car got stolen and i had to walk back.” You said facing away from the man that saved you not seeing him furrow his brows.
“Well it’s probably cold now!”
“I’m sorry, I’ll try harder next time...I love yo-” Your boyfriend hung up the phone before you could finish.
“I’m sorry you had to see that sir, it’s best i be going now.” You said grabbing the McDonalds and throwing it away.
“Here.” You turn around and saw him holding a piece of paper. You grab and see a number on it.
“Thank-” You look around and see the once mysterious man disappear. Even if he was gone you couldn’t help the smile on your face. Maybe you would actually have a friend that didn’t ditch you after you got a boyfriend.
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“Hey...I’m back...” You said opening the door to your apartment only to hear rough moaning coming from your you and your boyfriends shared bedroom.
You tip toe towards your room and put your ear towards the door only for a blood consuming sadness washed over you.
“I can’t wait to meet you next week! All this online sex is getting boring.” A feminine voice rang. 
“Yeah just gotta make sure my girlfriend wont suspect anything.” Thats when you lost your shit. You kicked open the door and stomped your feet all the way over to your shitty boyfriend.
“Get.The.Fuck.Out.” You said grabbing him by his collar and yanking him out of his chair and turning his computer off. 
“You look so much happier with her! Go be her boyfriend for all I care! I’m sick and tired of doing everything for you only to be treating like crap. Tell me Shigaraki Tomura, did you ever love me.”
“W-what?”
“YOU FUCKING HEARD ME!” You screamed at him, tears rushing down your eyes and onto the hardwood floor. Making a tiny puddle.
“I did...”
“Then why?” You said as you felt your entire world start to crash around you. 
“...”
“I can’t believe i even wanted to marry you! Have kids with you! I can’t believe i even thought a selfish prick like yourself was capable of love!” Shigaraki’s eyes widened. He was at a lost for words. You wanted to be together forever. You wanted to start a family with him. And now because he was so closed off and refused to believe you truly loved him he ruined it. He was so stubborn and in denial that you truly loved him he destroyed the only person who would have cared for him in his darkest days.
“I’m giving you 2 hours to get your shit and leave. Stay here any later and im calling the cops.” You said before walking out of your bedroom and going to the kitchen.
~~~
2 hours were almost up and Shigaraki had all his stuff packed. Everything he owned was out the door except for a necklace that you had given him for his birthday. It had a picture of you and him in it. He shivered as he remembered the day you took it.
He stepped out of the bedroom and went to go to the front door where he saw you in the kitchen. Tears whelmed up in his eyes before turning around to leave.
“I paid for that locket. Leave it here or destroy it.” He froze in place. Did you really mean it? Couldn’t he have just one memory of a good time you both had?
“You don’t deserve to remember me.” Shigaraki started to shake as he held onto the locket tighter. He held on it like his life depended on it before he felt it slip through his grasp. He turned around only to see you holing the chain in your hand as the locket dangled in front of him.
“Please give it back...” His voice sounding so weak and vulnerable. His heart pounded in his chest before stopping as he saw you throw the locket to the ground and stepping on it making the locket break to the point of no return.
“There I did it for you.” You said before grabbing the back of his shirt and tossing him out of the door and shutting it. Making sure he heard you turning the lock.
~~~
1 year later
Your laughter was music to the mans ears. Ever since he met you on that day where he saved you from being robbed he couldn’t get you out of his mind.
After he heard about your breakup he swooped in and immediately was your shoulder to cry on. He didn’t know what it was about you. You were just his everything after he met you. Pretty much to the point where it annoyed him.
“You jacket looks cleaner today, did you wash it?” Boom there it was. Everything you said and did always made him fall deeper in love. 
“Why I did thank you for noticing, by the way, I have a meeting tomorrow with someone and i was wondering if you would like to accompany me?”
“Of course! I would do anything for you Kai!” You said smiling as you wrapped your fingers in his gloved hand before brushing your cheek into his sleeve.
“You know you look so much happier then you did when i first met you.”
“Well before then I didn’t have you!” You giggle before planting a kiss on his mask making him blush a bit. You never kissed him on his skin only on his mask. Which he greatly appreciated but he did want to feel your lips on his once.
~~~
You and your boyfriend sat on the couch while you heard footsteps coming closer to the door. You scoot closer towards your now boyfriend and intertwined his gloved finger with yours. Making him hold your hand tighter.
“Right this way.”
“Fine whatev-” Silence. There stood your ex boyfriend Tomura Shigaraki. He looked so much different. Your once happy face slowly dropped to a emotionless one. No noise was made as Shigaraki made his way to his seat.
“Now Shigaraki lets talk.”
Overhauls voice meant nothing to him. All he could do was stare at you behind father. And you knew he was staring at you too. He couldn’t believe it. His ex girlfriend, the one who he let get away, was with Overhaul.
What hurt the worse is that while shigaraki was in Overhauls office he noticed all sorts of pictures of you two together. Smiling and happy with one another.
When was the last time you smiled at him like that?
“Shigaraki! Are you even listening?” Overhauls voice dragged him out of his thoughts.
“Yes.”
“Good, now I have a question for you.”
“What?”
“Why are you staring at my girlfriend?”
“Because she looks happier.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I think you know...” 
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nebraska-is-a-myth · 4 years
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oh dreammmm. Shut up Tommy.
Okay so I was watching Tommy's stream today and it gave me this very out of character idea for my crime au.
The pilot episode: 2 & 4
Masterlist
Its a few days after the dream teams public execution that terrorized the city. 
Dream, George and sapnap are hanging out in a backstreet bar that's notoriously know to be one of the many criminal friendly bars around the city. Even though all of their faces were partially revealed to the public, nobody seemed to bat an eyelid at the trio. They didn't even look like criminals at all to be honest
They were all laughing and joking and just having an all round good time
Until dream heads home early to feed his cat, and feels a presence behind him as he walks through the streets to his apartment.
He turns round and pins the person to the alley wall just as he felt a hand near his back pocket
“Woah-o-ho okay okay” Dream swears he hears the guys voice crack
“Hey man, that's my bad. I’m sure we can work things out, just please don't shank me, my mum wants me home by 11.”
Dream furrows his eyebrows and looks the guy up and down.
Actually, now that he thinks about it, he looks more like a kid
He’s got a thin frame and straggly hair that he cant tell weather its light brown, or just dirty. His face is red but mostly pale with a few cuts and a large purpling black eye on the left side of his face. The kids facial expression takes dream by surprise. He doesn't look like someone whose being pinned to the wall by, basically a mass murderer. 
In fact, he looks like someone he knows.
“Tommy?”
This is the kid that used to follow techno everywhere.
“Well I mean yes but, h-how do you know that if you don't mind me asking big man.”
Dream releases Tommy and steps back from the wall, the kid looks confused but he follows closely behind when the taller of the two motions for him to join him out of the alley.
Tommy smirks for a second until dream turns back around
“Wallet first.”
Tommy sulks for the rest of the walk
Its a few months later and Tommy looks a bit older, he’s still covered in bruises and his hair is still dirty. He’s sat on top of one of the larger buildings in the city, swinging his legs over the edge and looking down into the street below 
He knows Wilbur will be worrying where he’s gotten to, especially since tensions in the city are so high right now, but he needed to get away. He needed time to think.
He looks up to the stars and thinks of how alone he felt when techno disappeared without a trace. Remembers feeling so upset with the world, so worthless and lost. He still thinks it was his fault the kingpin of the city went away. Maybe he had finally gotten fed up with Tommy, maybe he’d annoyed him too much, he knows he was defiantly being too clingy. And he thinks a part of him will always deem himself to be a burden to others.
But then he met dream, and life changed.
( Or rather, he pickpocketed dream and suddenly this strange man he tried to steal from wanted him in his life )
And suddenly he felt less alone
He learnt very quickly that the man he tried to pickpocket was in fact the masked man he’d been watching all over the news, and man did he annoy the hell out of the dream with the amount of questions he asked.
He didn't know why the older man wanted to keep him around, especially since he knew of his close connections to his ( former ) rival technoblade, but he was very grateful for the friendship regardless.
Dreams friends weren't as quick to trust him, and tommy didn't blame them. ( He did try to steal a number of there possessions )
He remembers the first heist dream ever brought him on. He was supposed to be on crowd control with sapnap, but one of the hostages lunged at Tommy when sapnaps back was turned, wrestling the startled kid to the ground. Tommy was never the best at winning fights, he usually just let his opponents get a few hits in and then they would usually walk away with whatever possessions he had on him, but this guy wasn't backing down. 
He hit Tommy a few times before taking the gun from his hands and pointing it in his face. He remembers this as one of the only times in his life he showed how truly scared he was infront of other people.
The guy tried to use Tommy as negotiation to let everyone out of the bank unharmed, neither sapnap nor George knew how to handle the situation, but as soon Tommy saw Dream re emerge from the vault pistol in hand, he didn't feel scared anymore.
Tommy smirks at the memory and looks up from where he was watching his feet swing back and forth, in the distance he sees the rubble of the bank and he almost wishes he could go back to that day just to see if he could tell if Dreams worry was just another ploy for the public .
The young boy hears the creak of the metal door behind him and he knows its Dream. He doesn't turn around to look at the man, he doesn't even really want to have this conversation, but he cant pretend like there's nothing wrong forever. Dream knows him now, knows his queues and quirks and even through the stress of an incoming war, he knows that Tommy's upset.
“Shouldn't you be in l’manberg”
Dream doesn't join tommy on the ledge 
“You know its not safe for you here.”
Tommy doesn't look at him
“Tommy”
“What dream!”
“Oh so its dream now is it.”
“Yeah its fucking dream”
“What the hell Tommy, what's you deal man .”
“What's my deal? I’ll tell you what my fucking deal is.”
Tommy stands up from the ledge and pushes himself into dream space. “Why were you so persistent to become my friend ay. You knew, you knew I had connections to techno, pretty fucking close connections dream. And even when the people you trusted with your life told you over and over again that I was gunna fuck you over, you went against them to keep me, fucking me in your life. Why the fuck did you want a scrawny ass, shit for brains, worthless fucking kid in you life dream? Was it to get back at techno? Was it ! Because I cant think of any other fucking reason dream!” Tommy was so caught up in his own anger he almost didn't hear dreams reply.
“He asked me to!”
Tommy's breath hitches and he feels like times stood still, for a second he forgets how to breath, how to think. He doesn't know how to feel.
Tommy watches Dreams facial expression, only just notices that he hasn't got his mask on. He watches Dream furrow his eyebrows and then soften as he try's to put his hand on Tommy's shoulder, but the younger boy just swats his hand away. “Don't touch me.” Tommy try's to be aggressive but Dream sees how tired tommy is and he notices the tears building up along his waterline.
Its a while before Tommy speaks again
 “What do you mean, he asked you to.”
“He didn't do it in person, probably would have shot him otherwise. He sent me a letter, few days after everyone realized he’d gone for good. It was smart, sending something that wasn't digital, probably would have been hacked by some shitty fangroup by now. Told me he was going, and that he probably wasn't going to come back. Told me to look out for you, to tell you not to go looking for him, and than none of this was your fault cause he knew you were a stupid kid who would blame everything on yourself.”
Tommy's a lot calmer now, he still feels tears threatening to spill but he doesn't make an effort to wipe them away. “Why didn't you tell me.”
“Didn't think it would make a difference. Thought it would just make you think I was only looking after you because of a debt.”
“Arnt you?”
“You think Id put up with your teenage bullshit for this long if I didn't care about your stupid ass.”
Tommy searches his friends face for anything, any indicator that he was telling a lie. Out in the field when his masks on he’s unreadable, his expression is worthless because everything he does is an act. But when he’s talking to his friends, in the comfort of their headquarters or their apartment, his expressions change like the weather. So when Tommy sees dream give him warm eyes and a soft smile, he cries.
He sobs and falls into dreams arms. He wraps his arms around his friend and for the first time he hugs dream without feeling like a burden of any kind and he feels like the world has been lifted from his shoulders.
Dream lets Tommy sob into his embrace for a while before he addresses the elephant in the room. “Your not safe outside l’manberg Tommy.”
“I know.” Tommy mumbles into dreams tear stained shoulder.
“You know I cant promise that your friends wont get hurt tomorrow.”
Tommy only nods at this
“Knew you'd be to stubborn to give up on this.”
Tommy smiles and lifts his head, “Have my disks thought you nothing old man.”
“Hey! I'm not that old.”
They step away from each other now, Tommy hovers at the door to the roof. The sun would start to rise soon, and he needs to get back to his part of the city before Wilbur has a heart attack. They stand there, so many things left unsaid. Tommy wants to tell dream to spare Tubbo, to make him tell the Dream smp not to kill his friend, but even Tommy's immunity is falling apart at this point. Dream wants to tell Tommy to convince his friends to surrender, he doesn't want the boy to see the bloodshed. Maybe he even wants to convince him not to take part in the war at all, but he knows his attempts would be futile.
“Hey, whatever happens out there tomorrow.”
Tommy cuts dream off and just nods “I know.”
They look at each other one last time, both wishing tomorrow would never come. Tommy's eyes water again, he knows he’s doing the right thing, for him, for his friends, and for l’manberg.
Tommy slips out the door and he never looks back
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lesbianmonsterlover · 5 years
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NSFW Forest Goddess x Female Reader
Beware giving flower crowns to strange animals, and make sure you know the meaning of the flowers you’re giving so freely. 
The forest has always been kind to you.  Ever since you were a child, the forest behind your grandmother’s house had been full of light and laughter.  While many children from your village were told to stay away, that thought reinforced by their encounters with skunks and bees and spiders once they’d crossed the threshold into its copses.  You, however, always seemed to be welcomed with open arms.  
It began when you were little, weaving flower crowns from the wildflowers at the edge of your grandmother’s property.  Everything got one; the fallen log you were sitting on had a pretty purple wild lavender crown haphazardly draped over the broken protrusion of a branch, the pile of large boulders had a few though you felt bad you couldn’t make one large enough for it all at once, the dense tangle of brambles alongside you had one carefully woven through its thorns, and while you weren’t sure what was going to get the crown you were working on now in a riot of colors you were still having fun crafting the lush head wear.  You’re momentarily distracted by a pale white deer, with the most piercing red eyes.  It looks at you warily, but you give it a gap-toothed smile and glance between it and the flowers with hope.  You greet the deer, chattering at it aimlessly as children are wont to do, your brief discussions of your family interspersed with exclamations like “you’re so pretty!” and “I really hope you stay until I finish my crown, I want you to have it!”  The doe’s eyes soften, you were taking care not to pick more flowers than you needed for each crown, looking through the blooms in the field until you found just the right one.  You were clumsy, and the crown wasn’t perfectly stitched together, but you finally close it into a circlet.  You smile and hold it out towards the deer.  “I’d like to put this on you, but I don’t want to scare you...I wish you could understand me.”  You grumble, looking down at the crown with a pout.  The cold nose of the deer pokes you in the side, making you giggle, and she seems to sniff at you, snuffling up the side of your body and into your hair.  She leaves a wet lick on your cheek and you laugh, a bright happy peal, before placing the crown on the deer’s head.  It stays for a while, lying next to you while you lay back in the grass watching clouds and butterflies.
You hadn’t seen the deer since then, although when you returned from that little outing your grandmother just smiled knowingly and told you to be careful of who you gave tokens like that to.  She left you the cottage on the outskirts of the small village in her will, and while your parents were sad to lose you they understood your need to be there.  It had always been where you were happiest, your grandmother knew that and your parents know that.  It had only been a few weeks since your grandmother passed, but it still took several days to get the house back to a liveable condition.  The feather mattress was a luxury you were going to take advantage of, and you went to sleep those first nights exhausted and proud.  
The third week in your new home the gifts started appearing.  At first you thought it was the crows you’d been feeding, bringing you little shinies and presents.  They were brilliant birds, and they’d taken to protecting your newly planted garden from the worst of the insects that would bother it, while leaving the healthy ones be.  A perfectly smooth shiny stone from the creek, a collection of pretty feathers of all colors and sizes, little flowers, but when the first flower crown appeared you knew that this couldn’t have been the work of the crows.  You blushed, wondering who would be leaving you such a trinket considering you just moved here.  Men had never interested you, you had always been much more drawn to the soft and varied forms of women.  You were hopeful that the flower crown meant the bearer of these gifts was a woman, with lithe hands to weave together them stems so tightly.  You got to work on an answering gift of your own, daffodils, daisies, and gardenias woven together into a crown of their own.  A thank you on your end, but when you learn their meanings you may have wished you’d known the language of flowers beforehand.
That evening you leave the crown outside on the first flat paving stone where the offerings were laid for you.  You’re a little giddy as you do your mending by the firelight, wondering who your admirer might be, what would she look like?  You’re so distracted you manage to stitch the dress you were mending to the slip you were lounging in.  Despite the excitement the luxury of your bed helps you into sleep fairly quickly, and you wake at first light excited.
You’re too nervous to get to the backyard, foregoing getting dressed completely for simply washing your face and putting on a soft robe that swishes around your calves.  Unthinkingly you grab the flower crown that had been left for you the day before, trailing your fingers over the soft petals before placing it on your head, your sleep mussed hair tangling with the flowers in a natural way.  The first step onto the cold paving stone makes you shiver, nipples pebbling and arms wrapping around your middle.  
You stop, slightly startled as you see what looks to be the spitting image of the pale white doe you met all those years ago as a child.  Your flower crown from yesterday is resting on its slender head, carefully placed between its ears.  You break out in a small smile, perhaps a little disappointed that your admirer hadn’t shown themselves, but you couldn’t say you were too upset to see the beautiful doe again, with her intense red eyes.  She seems to prance a little when you step out the door, graceful steps making light clicks along the paving stones.  “Hello there, I think we’ve met before.”  
The doe’s eyes seem to light up, although you’re sure you must be imagining things.  You giggle when the lithe animal presses its cold nose against your stomach, snuffling up the center of your chest and over your neck, giving your cheek and affectionate lick before nuzzling you with the butt of her jaw.  Your hands come up instinctively to pet along the neck and shoulders of the tall, slender animal.  “I don’t suppose you know who’s been leaving me such lovely gifts.”  The doe finishes nuzzling your face before prancing back again, staring at you with a slightly cocked head.  You’re sure you must be dreaming as the snow white doe melts into a tall willowy woman, easily nine feet tall, nude with small pert breasts capped with pale pink nipples.  Her hair is as white as her pelt and hangs pin straight down to her ribs.  The intense red stare captivates you, those eyes have never been those of prey, no, she was very much a predator, but the gaze was full of warmth and even mirth.  
The splash of color that was your flower crown remains on her head, looking like a circlet of jewels as the sun glints off of the morning dew.  It’s at that point you register that at her hips the gentle flare turns into a strong but slender pair of deer’s legs, the same white as her pelt perched on dainty black hooves.  She tilts her head at you quizzically, movements so fluid as to be almost unnatural, and her pale pink lips quirk into a soft smile, softening her cool appearance.  You gape at her, holding your robe tightly closed and feeling suddenly completely inadequate in the face of this probably-quite-literal goddess.  Her smile widens and you suddenly notice a mouthful of razor sharp teeth glinting, although instead of scaring you it simply intrigues you.  If this beautiful being wanted you dead or gone you would have been by now, but she’s standing in front of you smiling at you with the affection of a long-lost lover.  
“My love, I have waited for this day for many long centuries of my life.”  She steps closer to you, a pale hand cupping your jaw and tipping your face up towards her, the kiss she gives you is tender and longing, those slender long fingers gripping you firmly and slanting her mouth against yours as you melt into the kiss.  Your hands feel the smooth curve of her waist and the flare of her ribcage, pressing your body against hers.  
You’re distracted enough by her kiss to miss the fingers of her free hand deftly undoing the belt at your waist, and in fact you don’t notice until the robe drops off of your shoulders to pool at your elbows, leaving your breasts exposed to the cool morning air, nipples pebbling in chill.  Her looks is dark and hungry as she takes in the contrast of her impossibly pallid skin against your own tone, her long fingers brushing the robe off your arms leaving you in nothing but the flower crown this wonderful creature wove for you.  
“My love, my life, I promise so long as you are mine that I am yours, so long as I draw breath so may you, so we will never be parted by the ravages of time.”  You’re at a loss for words as this goddess promises herself to you, asking for nothing but your heart and soul in return.  You’re thankful she doesn’t expect you to respond past tilting your head up, pleading for a kiss.  When you mumble ‘I love you’ against her lips as she kisses you her hands and lips become more eager.  Those thin fingers caress your breasts, teasing your nipples and tugging, making you whine against her mouth.  Those soft tender lips and sharp teeth move down your jaw and neck, and she gives a pleased hum when you bare your throat up at her willingly.  
You’re expecting the bite to hurt, but as is later explained to you your willingness to bond your life with hers allowed it to be painless, the magic of the forest that flowed through her wanted her mate to be comfortable.  You feel electric as something pours into you through the bite, withering with pleasure in her arms as she begins to lave over it with her tongue.  Caging your face between her hands she kisses you again, you can taste the coppery tang of your blood on her lips and tongue but it isn’t unpleasant.  Your hands brush up over her ribcage and cup her small breasts, her softness just filling your palms and pushing her nipples into their center as you touch her.  She hums against your lips, lithe fingers tangling into your hair tightly as you kiss and caress each other.  
You don’t quite remember how you got here, laid out reverently on a bed of wildflowers while this goddess worshipped you with her lips and tongue.  You failed to notice her walking you forward into your field as you were too engrossed in kissing her to notice.  Your fingers grip at fertile soil as your goddess closes her lips around one tender nipple.  The suction starts lightly, her tongue just teasing across the tip as the sharp points of her teeth press teasingly into the flesh surrounding it.  Her cool fingers skate down your stomach, dipping teasingly into your belly button before continuing down into the thatch of hair on your mound.  She squeezes the plush flesh she finds there, making you moan and arch your hips.  Two of her slender fingers press between your labia and you feel her grin around your nipple when she discovers how wet you are before she quickly switches to begin sucking on the neglected bud of your other nipple.  Her fingers tease up to your clit, tapping gently on the button until you whimper at which point she places one finger on either side, tugging upwards to pull back your clitoral hood and expose your raw nerve to her touch.  
Pulling back from your breasts entirely she grins down at you, her red eyes almost black with lust, before she leans down at an almost agonizingly slow place to press her tongue fully against your exposed clit.  You scream in pleasure, your hands pulling out of the grass and blindly grabbing at your goddess’ head.  She almost purrs against you when your fingers brush over the points of her ears, making you return to them to stroke and caress them while you moan your pleasured encouragements at her.  She redoubles her efforts, and you almost feel like you’re falling when she presses two of those impossibly long fingers into your channel and crooks them upwards just so to press at the spongy flesh just behind your pubic bone.  
You hold your breath, tensing on a knife edge, and one more growl from her as she devours you whole makes you come apart, squeezing around her fingers as a flow of arousal leaks into her palm.  She cleans you gently with her tongue while you try to catch your breath, legs weak and numb.  You giggle when she begins kissing and licking up your stomach and across your breasts before leaning down to kiss you on the lips, letting you taste your own essence on her lips as she plunders your mouth with her tongue.  
Pulling back and rearing up to her full height she straddles your chest, thighs parted around either side of your head.  “Our bond is almost complete my love, and I need you.”  You can see that is the truth, the lips of her sex are puffy and glistening with need, covered in a downy white hair that matches the rest of her.  You lean up to meet her as she lowers down onto your waiting mouth, your hands reaching up to caress and grip at her thighs and hips, the soft hair of her hide and the powerful but slender muscles of her deer legs feel like heaven under your hands.  You nuzzle your cheek into the down of her inner thigh as you place hot open-mouthed kisses along her slit.  You nudge up with your nose, sighing happily as her labia part for you and your tongue slides a broad swipe from her weeping hole up to her clit.
Your goddess tastes like fresh nectar and sunshine, lightly sweet and floral and heady, you know you’ll need this taste as long as you live.  Like a starving woman you start in, pressing your tongue up into her as your nose gently pushes and stimulates her clit.  She sighs prettily, her long fingers tangling in your hair again as she rides your face.  “Oh my love, my life, my everything.”  She praises you endlessly, your warm lips and tongue, the beauty of your sparkling eyes staring up at her from between pale furred thighs, how long she’s waited for you.  Using one hand you press your fingers up into her when you remove your tongue, and you feel her thighs begin to tremble around your face.  Your lips find her clit, gently kissing and suckling on it as she begins to make beautiful, gutteral noises you’d never have imagined could come from such a goddess.  Your efforts double, lips and tongue teasing and caressing over her clit while you thrust and scissor your fingers until she tenses like a bowstring and releases all over your face with a loud cry.  
You’re panting beneath her, covered in her fluids and fully claimed, when she smiles down at you serenely.  She carries you to a small stream you used to play in as a child and you help wash each other while she tells you how she chose you.  “I remember when we met, I had come to see if you were going to be as much trouble as the other children from your territory.  Hurting my animals and plants with no cause, leaving behind their debris to choke out my children.  But you, my little lilac, were making flower crowns for my things, and took care when you wanted to give one to me.  You respected me, and my forest, and I’ve watched over you since whenever you were within my lands.  I have been waiting for you to come back to me, my lilac, and I am so happy you accepted my proposal…”  she trails off, touching the flower crowns somehow still inexplicably on each of your heads.  “So long as we have each other these will never die, although they will wither and bloom anew with each season they will endure as our love.”  And so they did.
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thegoldenavenger · 5 years
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Hmm, i was thinking about that fusion au post (that "full on steven universe fusion soulmate" post) and,, well. Fuck the word block limit. anyways i wrote this in three hours from like 1 am to 4am so it’s not beta’d and possibly fever-dream ish. this is around 4k. and has a readmore.
Tony gets a bit of a reputation. He's maybe a little too young when he goes to MIT, and too eager to learn and grow. Up to this point he'd been pretty isolated from those he could call peers and fusing with parents just never happened.
But at MIT, well.
He had maybe fused a lot.
Once or twice, unintentionally at parties where everyone was plastered and fusion was as natural as stepping in time with the next beat. He'd always been an adaptable kind of person, it was easy to fall in sync. He'd wanted to, badly. He'd wanted to be a part of something more than himself.
These times often ended with bewildered laughter and too many limbs overbalancing their awkward new body, and falling away from each other, no harm no foul. Snatched moments where Tony didn't have to be stuck, alone, in his own head.
There were times he fused deliberately. Clasping hands with Rhodey in his apartment, grinning to the low bass of his sound system as they embraced each other and became each other. Luxuriating in late night drives in Rhodey's car, deciding what gas station snacks he wanted--or no, a 24 hour diner! He loves those homefries.
Or when Tony met Ru and his hands shook so, so much when she grinned at him underneath a maple tree but he took the step forward anyways and they walked along the river side, peering into the water at their reflection. Their hair curled around them, textured differently, held a different length than they expected but they liked it. They liked a lot of things. Relearning Rumiko's elegant motorbike was one of those things.
There's Ty, and Janet, and Gene. He's not indiscriminate, but rumours fly as they are wont to do. And then some pap catches the moment Tony and Ty become one, and. Well. Tony doesn't necessarily care, but Ty does. And when his father finds out, Howard is furious.
Still, Tony can't find it in himself to change. He steps perfectly with Sunset when she asks. It's so easy to get lost in her eyes. And maybe it's weird how together she’s so... limbed, and her voice feels like gravel in their mouths. But she’s having fun, even if she seems distracted by the papers Tony had left out.
Sunset cashes in on Tony's blueprint barely a week later.
He gets it, he does. There's a reason people wait for The One. Incompatible fusions can be dangerous. He understands that.
But he doesn't want to be, you know, himself for this Christmas. With the Rhodes on vacation and him stuck in a cold manor. Only his parents for conversation. Good ol' Obie takes some kind of pity on him, because he invites old friend Ty over for Tony's sake. And just like old times he manages to bully his way through the dinner.
He's in Tony's room, because he's not fit for public, after the dinner. He drinks and has a party of just himself, while Tony's parents drive to some fancy gala.
For some reason he's gelling more than usual, the swirling anxieties in his minds complementing even though he has too sharp teeth and eyes too many.
It's not great when Obie knocks on Tony's door and says a set of words that has half of himself blanking out. His shape gets wobbly, and he spills apart. Tony's too numb to sync with anyone anymore.
Later he'll over think this moment. If he hadn't been fused, he might've gone with his mother and dad. Been there for the accident. Maybe he'd be driving instead. Maybe he could've stopped it.
He stopped fusing for a time. His reputation never left him, but stepping up to helm the Stark business meant he had to change. There was no more room for something more than just Tony Stark.
The less said about his captivity the better.
He thinks they broke him.
He thinks that when they scooped out his chest they took the part of him that could sync, that let him become a them.
He thinks that, because when Rhodey clasps his arms around him and their foreheads touch, Tony should stop being Tony and start being Them. He and Rhodey had long grown out of having to dance to sync. Just the emotion ought to be enough and God knows Tony is feeling it.
Anyways.
So Tony never loses that reputation. It makes it awkward when he won't fuse with the team.
"It's not you," he says, and it must feel like the most cliche of cliches. "Except for you, big guy, it’s definitely you." Hulk gets a gentle pat though, because honestly, Tony would pick Hulk over the rest of the team to fuse with if he could. SHIELD would quake at the thought, and that's almost tempting enough to try.
The rest of the team is seamless with their fusions. Even Steve, who had given up his dream of waiting for The One with a 70 year ice nap and a resigned look, and excepting Thor, whose people didn't Work Like That.
Tony doesn't--can't--doesn't fuse anymore.. But he watches. The graceful arc Nat's body makes as Clint lifts her and they shimmer into a large, deadly, graceful fusion. Strong limbed and silent as they stalk through the battlefield.
Steve hurling his shield and catching Hulk's hand, the two of them seeming more to force themselves together like two cement walls colliding. And they aren't anything as graceful as Black Hawk Down over there, leaping across rooftops, but they catch Steve's shield and remember not squash all the cars in their way.
Tony has JARVIS in his ear, Iron Man wrapped around him closer than an embrace. He likes to say Iron Man is his fusion, and in a way it is; it's the closest he'll ever get to syncing with JARVIS--or anyone, now.
Watching Captain America's face as he sees a piece of his past walk into his life again shifts something in Tony's chest. (Of course he recovered the footage from the helicarriers)
Tony is surprised they don't fuse the moment Bucky's fist hits Steve's cheek.
He thinks Steve is surprised as well.
Tony thinks he can't fuse anymore. But there's no reason Bucky shouldn't be able to. Natasha is almost exact proof of that concept. But for some reason, Bucky and Steve haven't fused once. Even now, that Bucky's nominally an Avenger. Tony has seen Sam and Steve's fusion fall apart more than once even when they'd start out strong.
Steve's guilt throwing them out of wack, Tony would guess, but he's not an expert on fusing.
"Neither am I," Pepper says, long suffering as Tony bats a perpetual motion gadget on her desk. He looks into her liquid blue eyes. If he'd met her earlier he'd know the rhythm she would move in and how best to compliment it. He thinks, if he'd met her in college he'd have fallen into fusion as often with her as he had with Rhodey.
He's a little melancholy at the fact that he'll never know what they could be as a them. He likes to imagine they'd be as competent as the super spies, but for some reason he thinks they'd turn out more like the Hulk.
He tries not to think about Rhodey and Pepper determinedly not touching, like accidentally fusing in his presence would be a crime. Like they don't think he could handle them. Like they thought he should be a part of them.
"Yeah, but you have all those romance novels hiding on your shelves--"
"They aren't hiding, and if you think comparing Steve and James' situation to a book where everything can be solved with a little lucid dreaming--"
"That's it!"
"What--no, that's not what I said!"
"You're a genius, Potts!"
And Tony gets to work.
The glasses reframe past events so your present mind can work on getting closure from them.
Bucky is hesitant at first.
"They're mostly safe--"
"Mostly?" Bucky asks, his mouth held in a resigned, bemused little quirk.
"I've tested them myself, just a little mild nausea and headaches--yes mostly, this is bleeding edge right here. You have to expect the bleeding part to come in somewhere." A pause. "Metaphorical bleeding. Or cathartic bleeding, I guess."
Bucky asks for some time to think about it.
The next time they talk about it, it's like no time has passed. "It's immersive, but there's a hard stop motion involved. It can be cut off at any time, immediately, with little more repercussion than a headache."
"Immersive?"
"Well, what's the point of reliving trauma if you're not interacting with it at a 120 refresh rate?"
Bucky shakes his head. But he has that little amused despite himself smile.
Steve asks for updates and progress reports and generally floats around like a mother hen. He's nervous but eager, asks if he can be involved, if that would help, he's always there to help.
Tony says that Nat will probably be helping Bucky since she has an exceptional frame of reference for this, and a relationship with Bucky to boot.
"I don't mind Natasha, but I want you there, too."
It surprises both of them that Bucky means Tony and not Steve.
The first session with the retroframing device is more like a sleep over. Tony is using it, to demonstrate how it works with a relatively low chance of running into something heavily traumatizing for a dry run.
"I love the guy, it's just, hard, to focus on this stuff when he's right there."
"Feels like too much pressure to get it right?"
Bucky humms so Natasha says, "It feels like getting it right would almost be worse than how it is right now?"
Bucky shakes his head, then nods.
"I remember what he does, mostly, but it's so much farther away from me. I don't love him less but I've changed. And I think... even if this works I'll still be changed and he won't know how to deal with that."
"He might think you still need to be fixed, even when you're fine," Tony says, as he watches a younger him walk across a red lacquered bridge.
"I don't want to disappoint him, but what if I've just. Changed too much. What if we're too different now?"
The Tony from his memory pauses at the end of the bridge as a gust of wind blows plum tree petals across him. He reaches out but doesn't catch any.
"He'll get over it," Natasha says, straight forward as ever, the corner of her mouth lifted.
"Friends are good like that," Tony says.
Behind them, the rev of a motorcycle peals into the scene, disturbing the quiet of the blossoms and the other Tony, leaning against the bridge. The bike brakes in front of Tony, and the rider pulls off her helmet. The passenger doesn't have a helmet.
"Sorry Tony, I had to crash your date," Tyberius says, grinning as he holds Rumiko's waist.
"His father called," Rumiko said, her eyes rolling. But all three of them knew about fathers.
The other Tony wrinkled his nose, but waved them off, "Yeah, yeah. Next you'll be telling me you're working late and you can't come home." He pouted, in character, as Rumiko revved her bike.
"You'd never buy it," Ru laughed, "You know I don't work!"
The memory dissolved around them as Tony lifted the glasses off his face.
Tony and Nat and Bucky work together well. On the field and in the lab, where they help walk Bucky through his past and help him reclaim it.
It's not any surprise when, halfway through a seemingly innocuous memory of The Winter Soldier learning ballet Bucky and Natasha fuse. Almost unintentionally, but with an elegance that Tony almost misses it completely.
The environment glitches--the glasses unsure how to deal with this--before settling on a semi fragmented repetition of the current scene. The culmination of Bucky and Nat, blinking confusedly at her hands, repeated endlessly.
She take off the glasses, study herself and say, "it's been so long."
So Bucky can fuse. Steve recoeves the news with restrained glee, but he doesn't push to get a punch on Bucky's new dance card. He seems happy enough that Bucky is on the metaphorical upswing.
Knowing Bucky is taking care of himself seems to help Steve take care of himself too. He no longer stumbles out of step in battle, and holds his battle fusion with sam for longer than strictly necessary.
"You're an indescriminate, selfish piece of work!" Steve had said when he and Tony had first met. "You'd throw yourself at anything that moves as long as your life isn't on the line!"
Tony hadn't been thinking of it then, because the scepter had been pushing him into focusing more of the red hot feeling of, "You don't know anything, times have changed cap! But I guess an ice nap will do that to you, even if you are a super soldier." but with time as a buffer Tony can now wonder what SHIELD had been showing Steve.
"You want to talk big but can you back it up?"
"You wanna fight? Of course you do, that's all you were made for."
"Put on the suit."
"What, tired of looking at me?"
"I'm going to punch you and I'd rather fall out of this plane then touch you."
Steve had apologized. Tony doesn't know what prompted it, because Tony hadn't changed his attitude after diving into a worm hole, but Steve had gripped his hand, solidly. There hadn't been music playing but Tony doesn't think that would've stopped him.
Steve had certainly put a lot of effort into showing Tony that he definitely didn't mind touching him, even when the risk of fusing was high.
Something that had unseated itself when the scepter had been playing games edged back into place.
"This is going to be rough," Natasha said.
"Can't be rougher than seeing the Red Room," Tony said, expecting Natasha's husky laugh. Instead, she was frowning.
Bucky--memory Bucky, the Winter Soldier--was gearing up for something.
Bucky--the now Bucky--watched with furrowed brow.
The Iron Man suit was a prosthetic of a sort, but not the kind that would be able to replace a limb. Tony had to reach out to a dozen consultants to get the frameture right. To figure out how to counterbalance weight and friction.
Bucky had been hesitant to accept a new arm, and Tony found himself unwilling to push it. But it sure made latching onto Steve's shirt before he jumped off a building without a parachute again a lot easier.
The Winter Soldier revved the motorbike and cut through the cold night air, headlight lighting the way.
"What, what's worse than handcuffed little girls?" Tony asked, a little alarmed.
"He didn't tell you?"
The data drop was huge, and Tony had JARVIS scrape for every piece of data he could. He helped Barton coordinate rescue efforts for agents with blown covers.
It helped him put in a framework for a location program that would be ready by the time Steve reached out to him.
Seeing Steve's face as a piece of his past walks into his life again wrenches something in Tony's chest. Like a chance, or a choice.
The Winter Soldier turns down a road. The road. Tony blinks.
"What--" he knows this road.
Nat turns her head sharply and starts forward. "Bucky! нет--"
"Thank you," Steve says, which surprises Tony because it's not like he's stopped being an asshole all this time. He's still Tony. But helping Steve help Bucky slots something into place.
Tony crashes Rhodey's whatever it was he had planned to whine at him, and generally be relieved that Rhodey is there to whine at. He finds himself thinking, thank God it was me and not him. Tony doesn't envy Steve.
There's a car that the motorcycle is fast approaching. It speeds up, and the Winter Soldier reaches out and
The world dissolves as Nat shouts нет again and Bucky takes off the glasses, wincing hard.
Tony is still. "I know that road--I--" he stops.
"I mean it, Tony. Thanks for bringing him home."
Tony can't find the words to respond, he's too busy hyperfocusing on one word: home.
It's taken years. This is the first time any of the avengers has referred to the tower as "home".
Tony's had a couple homes. His Malibu cliffside mansion, where he and Pepper and Happy hide out. This tower. The pent house suite in Japan with Ru, even after the scandalous photosin the gossip rags. Rhodey's house, and Roberta's cooking. And, despite everything, the manor Fifth Avenue and all it's ghosts.
"That was my father's car," Tony says, harshly.
"I thought he told you," Natasha puts herself between Tony and Bucky, like Tony is the threat here.
"Told him what?" Bucky asks and Natasha's eyes wince a little.
"My parents were in that car!" Tony's voice is a little hysterical.
Captivity hadn't made Tony paranoid though it hadn't helped any. Papparazzi, paid spies. Sunset Bain using fusion to get his plans. Tyberius Stone filling binders with photos documenting Tony's life for profit.
His father didn't take care of much besides his business and his cars. The wreck had seemed fishy.
The Iron Man suit started out as a Frakenstein of misisle parts and sheet metal, but now he had a gauntlet in a watch.
"My mother was in that car!"
At some point, Steve had been alerted.
Tony can't beat Natasha in a fair fight. That's just a fact. But he doesn't think about that as his watch unfurls around his hand. She's not expecting it, clearly--she'd written narcissist not paranoid--because he can push her away with it's strength.
Bucky shakes his head, "I don't--I don't know, what," but he's not stupid either, he can put together the peices.
Steve can't be heard through the reinforced glass, and JARVIS is reluctant to let him in. He starts punching.
Tony reaches Bucky, who raises and arm. It's barely a fight. Even with the gauntlet, Tony built Bucky's arm too well. Tony just needs to get under his gaurd though, and he clenches his gauntleted hand in Bucky's shirt, and Bucky starts trying to pry it off.
Tony doesn't know where Natasha is but that matters less than nothing to him as he rears back his right fist and punches Bucky square on the jaw.
Glass shatters.
There's a moment where Tony and Bucky meet eyes, where they inhale the same breath. Fear and loathing and raw anger flush in their hearts and they may as well be stepping to the same song and
they stop being Tony and Bucky
And start being They.
Their hair falls in their eyes and they don't move for the longest time, heart rate slowing as they heave breaths.
Irrationally their first thought is "there's no way I'm going by Bony." It sends a wave of laughter through them, startling their friends.
"Bucky?"
"Tony?"
Come two voices, cautiously.
"Starchanan." They--he? Yeah, he.--says.
"Of course." That's Natasha's wry humor.
"What happened?" That's Steve, standing in a pile of reinforced glass, his knuckles bloody.
Starchanan focuses on that and frowns. He's mad about that. Not only should the glass have stopped Steve--Steve shouldn't have been using his knuckles in the first place, the dumb ass is incapable of not hurting himself when there's a door right there.
Natasha faces Steve. "I thought you told Tony!"
Steve's face lifts in surprise, shock, dismay. Starchanan decides he doesn't want to hear what he has to say.
It's been literal decades since Tony has fused and Bucky isn't all that practiced anymore either. But fusion is always a conversation and they both know how to talk.
Starchanan isn't as tall as Black Hawk Down--is that what I call them? Yeah, it's funnier than Clintasha--but he is built like a shit brick house.
Bucky's arm must have--
Tonys electronics got--
He's got some fancy equipment straight from the box. Shining palms wired to a glowing heart--that's all Tony. There's a heaviness in his shoulders and when he investigates it, it feels like there's a structure underneath--that's gotta be Bucky's fault.
"It's to help with recoil," he says aloud, cautiously. "Without it, 'd probably dislocate my arms using these." Saying it outloud feels better. Like it's truer.
He looks in the mirror. He looks surprisingly stable for a fusion made after discovering a murder. He should probably call someone.
"Rhodey, Pepper." He says immediatly, then winces. Then shrugs. He'd feel bad for leaning too much on Tony's friends, but he doesn't want to see Bucky's.
"This is..." Pepper starts.
"Unexpected?" Rhodey finishes.
"Yeah," Starchanan agrees.
Rhodey shakes his head, "You're really going with Starchanan?"
"Are you saying you're voting for Bony?" He asks, incredulously.
"I was thinking Winter Man sounded nice," Pepper said from behind a smile.
"Iron Winter," Rhodey tried.
"The Man Winter," Starchanan added.
It was a distraction but it was a nice one.
Now that he knew he could do it, he kind of was overwhelmed with a desire to fuse with his friends. The people he had spent the last years, months, days getting to know (again). But he wasn't done with this conversation yet, so he walked through the halls of Avengers Tower and talked.
"Eh, I'm practical." Clint says, pressing buttons on the remote, opening menus, closing them, shaking the remote in frustration. "You know, someone says fetch I fetch, someone says shoot I shoot."
Starchanan grabs the remote from Clint's hand and turns the captions on for him. "Someone says kill the enemy spy, you drag her in from the cold."
"Like I said, practical."
"Betty would've stayed with me, but I was too afraid." Bruce says. "I didn't know what would happen if I lost control, or if we fused. Or if I lost control while fused--or fusing." He takes off his glasses and cleans them.
"She wasn't worried?" Starchanan asks, spinning himself around on a chair.
"She was worried I hated myself so much I'd do something about it."
"Did you?" He asks, though half of him knows the answer.
Bruce looks placidly at him, then smiles. "Yeah."
"How'd that work out for you?" He couldn't help the disgruntled frustration stirring in him.
"Surprisingly, that wasn't the healthiest thing I could've done."
Starchanan stops spinning to fold his hands on the island, and press he forehead to them. He made a noise like the spinning made him dizzy, but Bruce could see through it no doubt.
"But. I'm here now, and this is. A lot better than I'd ever let myself dream of before. Letting myself have it is hard, but worth it."
"I thought he had explained." Natasha said.
"You could've instead."
"It wasn't my secret."
"It shouldn't have been a secret."
She presses her lips together. Sighs. "I didn't want to be a reason Steve and Tony fought."
"We fight all the time."
She laughs. "A real fight--I don't like when mom and dad fight."
His mouth twitches. "You'd be a hell child."
"That's the only good kind."
"Sharing your entire being with another, without reservation, is truly a wonder." Thor said, grabbing another bag of popcorn.
"Little bit," he replied.
"What's it like? Jane had described it to me as a joining of two books. Reshuffled to make a new story."
Starchanan thought on that, but decided the metaphor didn't feel right for him. "For me--both of us--It's like a conversation."
"A good one?"
"It can be."
"What is your conversation about?"
He looks into the mirror. It's safety glass because Tony has a habit of punching his reflection. Starchanan understands the action, but feels no urge. His reflection is interesting, not frightening.
His face is even, with big eyes and heavy brows. His hair is wavey, soft, and curls around his ears.
His face is growing familiar.
"I'm sorry." Steve apologises. Of course he does.
"I don't think I forgive you."
"Will he? Will they?"
"You'll have to talk to them yourself." Starchanan says.
Steve nods, shoulders heavy and tense as Atlas. Starchanan doesn't resist the urge to punch Steve's shoulder. "Look, I don't forgive you. But we should talk anyways."
"I didn't think--"
"Not about that, we're, well. Not done. But we're moving on from that now."
"Then what do you want to talk about?"
"Hmm. Have you ever been on a road trip?" Starchanan asks, "There's a lot of places I haven't been."
Steve looks up, done wringing his hands. "I might be able to help with that."
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dirt-cup-draco · 5 years
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Rick O'Connell x Reader
•Hey! I was wondering if you could write a rick O’Connell x sassy badass reader with 4 and 5 from the Drabble challenge list thanks xxx•
4. "I'm too sober for this" and 5. "I'm not here to make friends"
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Your head didnt just hurt. It ached and throbbed and did jumping jacks inside your skull. You'd heard a commotion from outside of your room and youd wanted to explore, a girl needed her beauty sleep and you really could not sleep with all that racket.
It was probably the rowdy half drunken men on this damn ship, you thought ruefully. Rolling your eyes you tied your robe tighter around you. If you found Colin maybe you could convince him to come to bed too. Selfish bastard though probably wouldnt come unless you offered something more than sleep in your bed and you weren't in the mood.
He was the reason you were on this boat on the first place but that didnt mean he had to be your favorite person. He was rich, youd been bored and he had loose lips when drunk. A trip to Egypt had sounded wondrous and hed been putty in your hands in the beginning.
Now you were just arm candy but a free trip was a free trip. You stepped onto the deck and immediately your eyes widened. People were jumping over the railings into the dark water and everything else was illuminated by the orange flames licking up the sides of the boat as all sorts of men fought one another and others you hadnt seen when youd boarded.
At the sound of gunshots your spine went rigid and you were running to the railing, eyes sweeping everywhere making sure you werent a target of some sort. A handsome man had the only other woman on this ship in his arms and you watched as he tossed her over the edge after asking if she could swim. He was next but when you thought about doing the same your stomach flipped.
You werent the biggest fan of leaping before you looked and even after you had looked you weren't sure jumping was a great idea. The water was dark, there could be wild animals in the water waiting for a meal, or what if you jumped in and the water was too shallow and you broke your legs.
To you these things were very prominent dangers but so was the fire at your back and the random gunfire. With a frustrated huff of air and one more look around to see if Colin was still there you haphazardly got your legs on either side of the railing.
You meant to swing your other one over and then launch yourself into the water below but your robe made for difficult moving and your left foot slipped the rest of you falling and going head first into the water after meeting the side the boat.
It disorientated you and you fought to right yourself especially in the water where you felt like you were floating and being pulled around at the same time. Flailing your arms you felt someone loop their arm around your waist and heaved you up into the open air. You sputtered, gasping for each inhale of hot air that you could get. The stranger dragged you to land as you struggled getting your hair out of your eyes.
They had kept their arm around you and you nearly shoved them away. "I'm not here to make friends," you say finally realizing it was the man from earlier who had tossed the other young woman into the water.
He gave you an incredulous look. "I just saved your damn life and that's what you have to say?"
Rolling your eyes you gathered your hair in your hands wringing out the excess water and then doing the same for your sopping clothes. "Oh did you want me to fall to the ground and kiss your feet?"
"Dont be ridiculous, a thank you would be nice though I couldve left you in there,"
You shrugged and turned your attention to the people across the river and there you saw your reason for being there. He was chatting with some other men and hadnt once looked around for you.
Rolling your eyes and hiding your wounded ego you pushed past the loud man and silent woman who had been joined by a bean pole of a human being.
....but that bean pole smelled like alcohol and you were a bit parched.
Tossing your arm over the new arrival's shoulder, as loud mouth shouted to a different man with big teeth across the river, you leaned in close.
"Got anything to drink?" He immediately shook his head but you spotted a satchel looped across his chest that seemed to hold a promising beverage. You peered around you and realized that for now you needed some people to stick close to and so even if you refused to speak to them with more than eye rolls and shrugs you followed them as they walked.
After too long you rubbed your eyes and looked to loud mouth, who was apparently named Rick. The silent woman was named Evy and she wasnt as mousy as youd believed, nor as silent. Bean pole was her brother and his name was Jonathon.
"Hey buddy how much longer until we find a hotel or something? Do you know where we're even going?" Rick gave you a once over at your questions and simply shrugged in reply. Bastard.
"I'm too sober for this," you decided as you rubbed at your eyes.
"Does drinking make you more pleasant? Because if so please be my guest and raid Jonathon's bag, but otherwise whining wont get you anywhere princess."
"You're the princess," you replied back like the genius you were. But your cheeks were colored pink and it wasnt from the sun that had kept you sweating since earlier that day.
Were you unpleasant? Is that why Colin was so quick to move on when he wasnt even sure where you were or if you were okay? You thought about it as you followed these people. You werent mean really you could be nice you just didnt hold back often and could you be blamed?
It was a man's world and the only way to get them to stop patronizing you was to have a sharp tongue. Youd rather be a bitch than some halfwit.
Lost in thought you hadnt realized that youd fallen behind some. It was even more surprising to see that Rick was now slowing his steps to match yours.
"Thank you," you said quickly as he came to walk beside you. He had saved your life and although your reply hadnt been terrible you supposed he did deserve some appreciation.
His arm came out to the side and ruffled your hair and you were almost disgusted by how the sand was shaken loose into a dust that seemed to lay on your skin. "No problem princess, would've done it for anyone,"
"Ha, except maybe that guy who pissed you off earlier, the one across the river."
"Oh I'll kill him but that's a different story."
You looked over the vast expanse of land and how much more you had to walk before you found a place to settle and smiled. "I think I have time for a story if you feel so inclined to tell it,"
The corner of his full lips quirked up and you felt a little bit better. Maybe this trip wouldnt be just a way to pass the time after all.
As long as Rick was your guide of course.
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What's the worst fight you all had?
“The worst fight? Oh no... I... think that one was a while back, when we were still teens.”
FlashBack Time~
(slight warning, this is long, like sorry guys)
“Ok, that’s it! I’ve had enough of this punk, going around and giving people a ‘reality check’. Well, I think its his turn to have one.” Zackery huffed, his lips drawn back into a snarl as he began to pull his hair back into a ponytail.
“Zackery, no! You are not going to do anything except sit down and cool off.” Kodo stated, standing up and crossing her arms, her vines sprouting out and wrapping tightly around his waist. “Zackery, you are part of Team Harmony and you’re trying to become a hero, going around and punching anyone and everyone who pisses you off is only going to end up hurting you in the end and it wont solve anything.” She added, huffing out hot air from her nose and narrowing her eyes at him.
Zackery simply snarled before yanking at her vines, forcing Kodo to stumble toward him. “And what about you?! All you end up doing is just shut down and get all passive, basically rolling over whenever a problem comes up that you cant figure out how to solve! Dont you care at all that the guy you, supposedly had a crush on, told you to fuck off?? Doesn’t it bother you that he’s happy with someone else while you did absolutely nothing and just sat out in the background?!” He shouted, waving his arms around, clenching and unclenching his fists over and over as his anger start to boil over.
“Yes.. no... I dont know dammit! I failed and messed up and made things worse, so just let me forget about it and move on already for Christ sake! As long as he’s happy, I’m happy, who cares? Whatever. Besides, the key word here is HAD. I HAD a crush on him, right now, I dont, so I dont care. And why do you care anyway? None of this involves you, none of this is about you!” Seemed anger was contagious since Kodo was starting to engage Zackery in a screaming contest. By now, her vines had released Zackery but they were flinging around, mimicking Kodo’s arm movements. Finally, she stood on her toes, chest puffed out and glared up at Zackery, fists balled up and at her side, shaking.
“Why do I care? Why do I care?! Kodo for fuck sake, has over 10 years of friendship mean so little to you that you have to question why I would care about someone telling you to fuck off? What am I to you? A knight, your brother, or just a fucking joke?!” Zackery trailed off, having started off yelling and stomping closer to her but has he started to piece things together, his shoulders sagged, lips forming a small and thin line, eyes glancing at her and then at the ground before he just sighed and shook his head.
With a huff, Zackery spun on his heels and stomped over to the door, only for Tachi to have had enough of this screaming contest and stepped in, blocking Zackery’s way.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Tachi asked, looking down at Zackery with arms crossed.
“And just who the fuck do you think you are? You really think you’re something all high and mighty huh? Look at you, looking down at me as if I was nothing more but just a nuisance... thats what I am to you people, right? A good for nothing nuisance that does nothing but brings trouble?”
“Zackery, please, lets just talk about this.”
“Zack, you’re a major nuisance right now. Just turn around and sit down before you blow a fus-.” Tachi ordered, only to get cut off by a sudden punch to the face. The sucker punch was strong enough to knock Tachi back and bump against the door before he regained his footing. Rubbing his now sore jaw, Tachi glared at Zackery, clenching his fist.
“So I’m a major nuisance huh? Finally glad that we can have some fucking truth around here. You want to know what I think about you!? All you do is walk around as if you own the place, all high and mighty just because you have a real special quirk, AND YOU DONT EVEN USE ALL OF IT! Not to mention, you never really talk to us about anything that goes on in that thick skull of yours. If we’re supposed to be a team, you sure do have a funny way of showing your team spirit.” Zackery ranted, getting all up in Tachi face, who was doing all he could to stop himself from knocking the fireball out.
“Zackery please, that’s enough. Can we just cool off and move on?” Kodo asked, hesitantly approaching her friend only to jump back when he spun around to face her.
“Dont think you’re getting out of this scot-free. You’re just as bad as he is when it comes to your secrets. I get it, I’m a dumb fuck, I know I am, and its clear thats how the two of you see me, but I’m not blind. You like to go around pretending that you’re this open book, almost as if you’re better than all of us, but I know the truth, you hide so many things in between the lines. I am just so sick and tired of you two keeping everything a secret and treating me like I’m the dumbest fucking hazard there is in the world!” As Zackery ranted and scream, Kodo slowly backed away, wanting to keep as much distance between herself and her angry friend.
Finally, Tachi just grabbed Zackery and lifted him up to eye level. "So you think you’ve done nothing wrong? Look at you. You’re just a walking fire hazard. Its a wonder how you made it this far in life without someone else coming around and dealing with you. With either of us, you’d probably just end up sleeping under a bridge somewhere!”
The two dived into a heated argument between each other, Zackery’s hair slowly growing in temperature with smoke rising up from it, while Tachi was just shaking in anger.
As Kodo watched her two friends just verbally rip each other apart, a lump formed in her throat as her eyes watered up, stinging and making it hard to see until finally, “I’M SORRY!” She shouted, causing the two to pause in their own argument and looked at her.
“Wait, what? Why are you apologizing?”
“I’m sorry! I dont tell you guys anything, I just bottle everything up, I feel like crap every single day, I’m just so jealous of your amazing and strong quirks while I got stuck with something weak, I’ll never be able to match anything you two do, I never meant to make either of you feel stupid, being smart is all I’m good at and even then I still mess up, I’m not worthy of being your leader or friend...” Kodo continued to just spill her guts out as tears cascaded down her red cheeks. Her voice cracked and shook in several places, but she continued to just spill it all out.
Tachi immediately dropped Zackery and the two scrambled over to her, a little unsure of what to do. After a while, the two decided to just let Kodo let it all out, tissues and a water bottle ready for her. After several minutes, she finally calmed down enough, that or she just ran out of things to say.
The room was just filled with this heavy and thick silence, the two brothers awkwardly looking at each other before one of them spoke. “Look, Tachi I-”
“No, I’m sorry. What you said... I... I think I really needed to hear it.”
“But dude, I shouldnt have yelled or said those nasty things... I mean, I’m sorry too.”
“But you were right. You two are family to me, when I lost my sight in my eye, everyone else just turned their backs on me but you two, you were there for me, helped me, and look at where I am now because of you two. I really should open up more, it would only help all of us, right?”
“Just because I was right doesnt mean that I should have said it in the way I did. I just, I just get so mad. Like I can clearly see that something is bugging your two guys, but no matter what I do, I cant get either of you to talk to me. It just made me feel like that I didnt matter to either of you and that you guys must hate me I’m sorry.”
“Zackery, you do matter. No matter how angry I get, or frustrated you make me feel, I could never hate you, and I will never stop loving you. I promise that from now on, I’ll try to open up more. You guys are my family.” Kodo chimed in, her voice a little scratchy from crying.
“Am I promise to try opening up as well. Zack, I’m sorry for making you feel like you were below me. You’re not, but I failed in making that clear.”
“I’m not exactly guilt free either. I really need to stop doing all of this fighting... and that sucker punch was just really uncalled for, I’m sorry dude. How about your punch me back and we call it even?”
“Zackery, if I did that, you’d end up in the hospital, so no. I kind of deserved it, so we’re fine.” Tachi added before ruffling his hair.
“Can... can we just stay like this for a while, please?” Kodo asked, referring to the cuddle pile that they had formed.
“Yeah, its rather nice... Maybe afterward we can head out and get some food?” Tachi offered, shifting a little until he was a little more comfortable.
“Sounds good to me, and I’ll pay since I started all of this.” Zackery stated, not letting any of them counter it. And with that, the trio just relaxed for a while, until Zackery said one last thing. 
“I’m still kicking that punk’s ass, hard.”
“ZACKERY NO!”
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“Well…now you’ve gone and ruined my favorite gun…” James grumbled, wiping the blood-spattered remnants from his pistol onto his pants leg, then grimacing at the stain that was left over.
“Should have thought that through…" 
Before he had much of a chance to do anything else, however, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. 
Removing one of his latex gloves, he fished it out, sighing at the name, before answering.
“Hello, light of my life…" 
"Yes, well, you’re not exactly my idea of a stellar phone call, either.” The voice on the other end snapped at him, and he stifled a chuckle.
“You’re much too easy to tease, Becs. Since you’re calling, I can only assume Arrow wants me back at HQ.”
“And he gets it right! Yes, he wants you back here ASAP. Did you get a chance to call the clean-up crew yet?”
“Uhm, no, kinda just baked the cupcake, which exploded everywhere, might I add. Very rude of it.” To this, he grimaced at the remains on the toe of his boot, and started to rub it off on the side of the brick wall opposite him.
“Well, don’t worry, I’ve called and detailed the location, they’ll be there to fix the kitchen in no time. Meanwhile, get your rear over here. It’s important.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there. See you in a few." 
And before he gave her the chance to respond, he swiped the phone call to an end, carefully sliding it back into his pocket, and only sparing his victim one last glance before taking off in the opposite direction.
The journey to Arrow’s lair, considering he didn’t stop home first to change clothes, took him a grand total of an hour by foot. He would have taken a taxi, but he wasn’t about to be that cliche.
He was greeted out front by the usual suspects-Charlie and Mac-who nodded to him before he entered the foyer.
"Couldn’t you at the very least have cleaned up a little before coming here?”
A quick glance up revealed none other than the Operater herself, Rebecca. Or, as James was wont to call her, Becs. 
She looked nothing less than annoyed at his presence as she tapped her foot, curly brown hair bouncing with the motion and mouth pursed, wearing her signature  vegan leather jacket, baggy tee, jeans and trusty boots that had seen more wear and tear than perhaps James, himself.
“Well, you impressed upon me the utmost importance of this meeting, so yeah, I could’ve gone home to clean up, but then I would’ve been here later, now, wouldn’t I?” He countered, to which Becs only rolled her eyes, turning with a jaunt down the hall.
He knew by now protocol was to follow her, and he did so, pushing his hands into the shallow recesses of his jacket pockets.
“What was so important, anyway? Usually he can wait a bit, but it seems like time’s a bit of the essence this go around. Is it a prostitution ring? Kidnapping? Murder plot?”
“James, you know very well by now that I can’t tell you, only Arrow can do that.” She sighed, though slowed down to allow him to walk beside her.
“Beeeeecssss.” James whined, considering pulling at her jacket, but knowing full well he would get slugged in the face for daring to do so with dirty hands.
“All I can tell you is that it’s incredibly important. Probably one of the most high-priority missions you’ve ever been on, so you need to have your head on right.”
James blinked, eyebrows furrowed at this statement of hers. He had had his fair share of priority missions, so to be told that this was going to rank up there as a primo one?
Well, he was nothing short of excited.
Their conversation was cut short, however, as they stopped short in front of Arrow’s door.
“Well, this is where I take my leave. Good luck in there.” She was about to pat his arm, but stopped short at seeing a rather large hunk of goop on the sleeve, and thus quickly withdrew her hand and took off down the hallway, causing him to chuckle heartily, before letting himself in.
As with any and every cliche action movie, Arrow wasn’t facing him when he entered the office.
No, he was stood next to the window, hands clasped behind his back, eyebrows furrowed and looking much like Atlas-the entire weight of the world his to bear.
“James, reporting for duty, sir.” The young man attempted to break the tension with a quip, smiling weakly in the presence of his superior.
Arrow was a tall man. Older, but no less handsome due to his age. He had sharp cheekbones, salt and pepper hair, a defined jawline and a stare so piercing with blue, blue eyes, it sometimes appeared as if he was looking into you rather than at you.
Some would find that type of stare creepy. James had seen it enough times to find it cool now, though he could freely admit that the first time he had seen the man, he had been quite intimidated.
That stare was now fixed on him, though it had since softened with a quirk to his lips.
“James…it’s nice to see you. It’s been nearly a month.”
“Huh…it has, hasn’t it…” James mused, reaching up to push messy black hair from equally dark eyes, though his attention never wavered.
“Time does fly…but I didn’t call you here to wax on and off about life’s temporary permanence. There’s something…of great importance that I need you to take care of for me. I could think of no one else for the task.” He spoke softly as he glided, rather than moved, back to his chair, sliding upon the leather seat and motioning for James to do the same in the seat across from himself.
Not one known to disobey an order, casual or otherwise, James moved to sit in the proffered chair, trying and failing to look even an ounce as suave as his superior, and thus settled with picking at his nail bed.
“As you very well know, because of my business, there’s always a price to be had on my head. Crime organizations don’t exactly take kindly to my taking out some of the most powerful people under their hand, you see.”
James only nodded so as not to disrupt Arrow’s flow of words.
“Not only is it myself who they want…but they’ve made threats. Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered by such empty words, but these threats are being made by significant crime lords with connections that I couldn’t even begin to dream to have…enter you, James.”
The young man blinked, not yet seeing his entry into this convoluted web.
“Ah…did you…want me to protect you?”
“No, but close…it’s not my safety that I’m concerned about…it’s my son’s. He is my only child, a sweet young man, but incredibly naive…I worry about him endlessly. Whether he’s going to school, or out with a friend, I can’t help but feel like there’s someone lurking out there, waiting for the opportune moment to take the most dear thing to me.
And so…it is him that I need you to protect.”
James wasn’t sure how to feel about this.
Should he be happy that Arrow was entrusting him with something-someone-so very important?
Should he be annoyed because he was going to be, essentially, nothing more than a glorified babysitter?
His emotions were, to put it simply, on short circuit overdrive.
Taking his silence as permission to proceed, Arrow continued.
“I can’t guarantee you how long this mission is going to last. It could be nothing more than a few days, it could be much longer. It will only be until I can arrange to have those sewer rats rotting in a prison cell, as I’m close to certain I know exactly who it is that’s making the threats.”
Again, James said nothing.
“I only ask you because out of everyone under my care, you are the one whom I trust the most. If you decline, I’ll understand, but I’m not sure who else I could recruit for this.”
Shaking his head free from the stupor he had been mired in, he swallowed thickly.
“Ah…are you sure I’m really the best option here? I mean, why not Charlie or Mac? They’re huge, certainly they would be the most fit for the job.”
“As capable as they are on the size chart, I need someone with not only strength, but speed and a knack for making the best decisions under a lot of pressure. You have proved time and again that you are capable of doing so, hence my choosing of you. However, as I mentioned, if you feel that you’re not up to the task, I would never force it upon you.”
James raised his hands, smiling weakly. “No, I didn’t say that! I was just…a little confused. But, I mean, I’ve never declined a mission yet. Wouldn’t want to ruin my perfect record, right?” He teased, to which Arrow replied in kind with a small smile of his own.
“I suppose that wouldn’t do, now, would it? I will arrange for you to meet him this evening. This will give you more than enough time to get yourself cleaned up before then, yes?”
“Ahh, I had almost forgotten I was covered in the innerds of my enemies! Yeah, better off not scaring him right off the bat! Can’t have his first impression of me tainted thinking I enjoy chianti and cannibalism.”
This joke, it seemed, was lost on Arrow, and so James simply excused himself before he made an even bigger fool out of of himself.
Becs was waiting for him when he arrived back in the grand foyer, looking less annoyed and more curious now.
“Weeeell, did you agree to take on the mission?”
Taking a page out of her book, James waggled a finger at her. “Nuh uh uh, if I don’t get to know any details about my own mission beforehand, then you don’t get t-ah! Ow, dammit, okay, I did!” He winced as Rebecca pulled at his ear, only releasing it when he replied in the affirmative.
“Now, was that so difficult?”
James frowned openly at her, but the pain was soon forgotten as he remembered a question that had been burning at him after the meeting. 
“Have you…have you ever met Arrow’s son?”
“Oh heavens, no. He never brings him here. I’m supposing you’ll meet him tonight at a place far removed from here. He wouldn’t want his son knowing what he does.”
“But we’re the good guys!”
“Good motive, still murder." 
I feel like I’m going on a date… James thought to himself as he looked through his wardrobe, finally settling on a clean, nice pair of jeans that he tried not to wear on missions, a long sleeved black shirt, and a pair of shoes that didn’t have blood stains all over them.
It being evening, he decided to take his car to where Arrow had deigned him to meet his son, with tall buildings and well-dressed men and women, including those going into the restaurant that James was appointed to rendezvous in.
Foregoing the valet because he couldn’t remember what was in his car and he wasn’t about to let a valet find incriminating evidence, he parked a couple of blocks back and walked inside.
"Welcome to Antonio’s, do you have a reservation?” A practiced, if polite, host greeted him.
“Uh, yeah, I think so, I-”
“I’ll take it from here, Mark.” A waiter approached the two, inclining his head for James to follow, which he did after bidding the original host goodbye with a jerky nod.
The walk was short before he was deposited into an uncrowded corner of the lavish restaurant opposite Arrow, but there was distinctly someone missing, which James was about to comment on when the waiter left, but he beat him to it.
“My son will be here shortly, he had a class end late.” Arrow informed, taking a sip of his wine.
“No problem, i-”
“Ah, sorry I’m late!” A breathless voice greeted them, and James looked up to be faced with a slightly harried young man.
He was small, at least half a head shorter than James, with light brown hair and large, pretty hazel eyes. 
James was having a hard time seeing this as Arrow’s son, because frankly, he looked nothing like him.
“He favors his mother.” Arrow filled in as his son flushed before sitting beside his father.
“Dad…” He whined quietly, wringing the napkin between his hands.
“James, this is my son, Blaze. Blaze, this is James. He’s the one from the office that I was telling you about before.”
Blaze glanced up, hazel eyes meeting green, one light brown eyebrow quirked, before Blaze looked at his father.
“Dad, you expect me to believe that he’s an associate at your work?" 
James nearly coughed into his water at Blaze’s spot on deduction, instead he glanced at Arrow, who couldn’t have looked more at ease.
"Of course not, son. He’s the son of an associate at work. He’s also your new bodyguard, so you may want to get used to him now.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Blaze.” James smiled. 
Blaze, however, looked annoyed, staring at his father.
“Since when do I need a bodyguard?”
“Since I said so. Are you going to keep questioning me and being rude or are you going to properly speak with James?”
This statement broached no argument, for Blaze flushed before turning forward to face James.
“Sorry…it’s nice to meet you, as well, James." 
"What are you studying in school?”
“Game design, with a minor in cultural studies. I’d like to make the gaming universe a more diverse place to be.” Blaze explained with a smile, his hands having moved from fiddling with his napkin to resting in his lap. Clearly, he was passionate about his chosen field of study.
“Oh, very nice. Have you made any games yet?”
He shook his head no. 
“Nah. Not full ones, at least. I made a demo that won an award, though.”
“My son is talented beyond measure.” Arrow complimented as he looked through his menu.
Blaze preened, clearly pleased to have been worthy of his father’s praise, before turning back to James.
“Did you always want to be a bodyguard, James?”
“Hmm…it came naturally.” He finally decided upon, figuring, for the most part, it was the truth, and it wouldn’t bring about any more questions.
“I see. Well, I’ve never had a bodyguard before, so I find the whole thing a little ridiculous, to be honest. I mean, the school has security, dad. They even have boxes on campus you can press to call a guard right to you.”
Arrow was only half listening as he took a sip of wine. “As I said before, there’s no arguing my decision. Make peace with it or not, James will be protecting you.”
Blaze sighed quietly, his last ditch effort clearly not having gone the way he wanted it to, though he managed a small smile at James.
“Apologies now, I’m afraid I won’t be a terribly interesting subject to protect.”
“More’s the pity. I was hoping for an absolute party animal with a penchant for mayhem.” James teased, getting a laugh out of Blaze and a smile from Arrow.
Oh, if only he knew what was in store…
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My Hero Chapter 18: And so it’s the End?
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A/N: I'm sorry that the chapter is short but this will be the last chapter of this book and now I'm going to start writing book two. It has a little of an abrupt ending but all will be resolved in book two. Thank you guys for reading this and holding on with me. I can't tell you how much it means to me when i see that their is another read on my stories, or a new favorite, or a new comment. I always try to read and reply to every comment. You guys are absolutely amazing and I hope you continue to read book two. Lots of love -Rose.
Misty’s POV:
Toshinori hasn’t let me out of his sight since finding out about my working with villains. Though I don’t blame him, its because he doesn’t trust me and it doesn’t surprise me. We don’t talk as much as we used to and mostly we just work on our school work. After about three weeks of getting the cold shoulder I’d had enough.
I got up to shower and when I did he stood up too. “Where are you going?” He asks.
“To take a shower, Gran Torino worked us hard today. Actually, I’ll probably take a bath. I like the bubbles, they’re relaxing.” I tell him as I start to gather my things and get ready. He sits back down and goes back to his homework. I took a bath and thought about what I was going to say to him. When I got the courage, I went out to talk to him.
“Look Toshinori I know that you feel betrayed and I don’t blame you for that. But I have told you absolutely everything I know and everything I told them, I also told the police. And I understand if you can’t trust me I get it, but don’t keep going on like this. Just come out and say it to my face; I am no stranger to harsh words. So I want you to tell me right now how you feel about this, tell me you don’t trust me, tell me you’re pissed. Go on.” After a moment he doesn’t say anything just looks red and avoids looking at me. “What, now you can’t even look at me? Unbelievable!”
“Cloths. Towel.” He says not looking at me.
“What?”
“You uh….” He turns his chair around and holds out his jacket from behind him.
I look down and realized that in my rush I forgot to put cloths on or at least a towel. “I’m going to go finish my bath.” I left and went back to my bathroom mumbling about how he’s sheltered and that it wasn’t a big deal.
“Yes it is!” He shouts after me as I shut the bathroom door.
After an hour I came back out in my robe and pajamas, as soon as I open the door he turns and stairs at the wall.
“I’m dressed.” I tell him sitting on my bed. “Your fine.”
He slowly turns around and looks at me. “I couldn’t help but notice all of the scars. Do they hurt?”
“Not most of the time no.”
“They did that to you?”
“Yes it’s called conditioning. They wanted to brain wash me into trusting them. They would cause pain then make it better. Keep me away from my parents so that I was dependent on them.”
“But it didn’t work? Is that why you were able to go to the police and defy them?”
“No it worked, for a long time. But my parents were able to show me real love, well for a little bit. After a year of me working with them my parents became numb and didn’t react when they saw me. So I just became a robot doing what I was told, when I was told, where and how I was told to do it. My only thought for the past nine years all I thought about was getting away. But I never thought I would really be able to.”
“Then you met me right?” He asked, I could tell he was skeptical.
“Kinda, but not in the ‘Oh I’ve fall in love with you and I’ve seen the error of my ways’ kinda way. More in the, ‘He is what I want to be’ kinda way.”
“How so?” He asked.
“You are free and happy, you can do what you want and you decided to help people, just like that hero did that saved my grandma.”
“Who was the hero that saved her?”
Taking out my phone I pull up a picture of her and show Toshinori. “This is…. She saved your grandma?”
“Yeah why?”
“She had One For All before me and passed it on to me, she just died recently.”
I was shocked and I looked at her picture for a long time. “So, it’s ironic.”
“What is?”
“When I was first taken I hoped that she would come and save me, but she didn’t nobody did, nobody even looked for us. The whole thing was swept under the rug and forgotten about. Not even a paragraph in the newspaper. The longer I was there the less and less I trusted Hero’s, and the more I started to hate her. And the whole time they were training me to kill her before she could pass on her quirk to you.”
Toshinori’s POV:
“I am truly sorry that you have had to live this way, but it’s not the Hero’s fault. Your bosses probably swept the whole thing under the rug.” I wanted to still be mad at her, but she is a victim in this as much as I am. She was only trying to survive, and I’m not ready to completely trust her again yet but maybe I can stop being mad at her.
“You didn’t tell me what I told you to.” She says after a long pause looking out the window she seems like she doesn’t really care anymore. Lately I can tell she just seems broken, and lost. But this was a big choice for her, turning her back on everything she knows. And she doesn’t have any family anymore so she’s all alone.
I go over to her and sit down next to her. “I don’t trust you, not right now. And I’m not sure what it will take for me to trust you again. But I’m not mad at you anymore. You were not a willing participant in any of this, and you took a big risk telling the truth considering you have nowhere to go and that takes bravery. So while for now I don’t trust you, I will be here for you as someone you can talk to. And I wont let you be alone on the streets.” I put my hand on her shoulder and to my surprise she turns around and hugs me tightly while shaking with tears.
“I will ever be able to tell you how sorry I am for my part in this.”
“It’s ok, I’ll have you help me move since they know where I live and we can call it even.”
She laughs, and it’s the first real laugh I have heard from her in the entire time I have known her. “You should laugh more often Misty it suits you.” I tell her with a smile.
She smiles and looks up at me and I feel like for the first time I’m really looking at her. No secrets, no feelings that she’s not telling me something, no sadness behind her eyes. And when I look at her I notice perhaps for the first time that she is beautiful. Her dark hair frames her face nicely coming down past her shoulders, and her blue eyes were a deep and intense blue, almost like looking into an ocean.
“Toshinori are you ok?” She asks snapping me back to reality.
“Yeah sorry.” I get back up. “I’m going to go get some food. I’ll be back.”
“And I’ll be here.”
I nod and leave wondering why I suddenly have these thoughts about her and why my heart is racing.
Hizashi’s POV:
Aurora Toshinori and I were getting ready for the battle of the bands that was coming up, we even wrote a song thanks to Misty. It was going to be our closing song t the set, I honestly didn’t want to keep up with the band competition but Aurora convinced me that it was what Rukea would have wanted. And she was right, she’s also right that no matter how sad we are we can’t just go ahead and shut down. So tonight we went to go practice for the dress rehearsal at the site and on the way home it was like a nightmare all over again.
We were walking home talking and excited about the competition and Misty was looking around a lot, at first it didn’t mean a whole lot to me. That was until I heard the car’s speed up. I grabbed Aurora and pulled her on the other side of me away from the street and I held onto her waiting to be attacked again, but it didn’t happen. I sighed in relief, it was short lived when the next car passed Misty pushed Toshinori on the ground and got in front of Aurora and me and a single shot rang out as the car sped away.
“Misty!” I catch her as she stumbles back.
“Is she ok?” Toshinori gets up and runs over taking her from me.
“She is fine.” Misty pipes up. “It just grazed my shoulder.”
“Lets get to recovery girl.” Toshinori says and we run back to campus and go to the nurses office.
“Recovery girl!” Aurora says as she opens the door. “Aurora is hurt.”
She comes over and tells Toshinori to set her down, she then looked at it and healed her. “She will be ok but this looks like a bullet graze what happened?”
I launch into an explanation about what happened. “And they just sped away.”
“I see, I’ll call the police you three wait outside.” She says.
“No I want Toshinori to stay. Please.” Misty says.
Recovery girl nods and Aurora and I leave and we find Aizawa outside, he hugs Aurora tightly and looks at me. “What happened?” Again I explain. “She’s working for them. The people who attacked us the people who just attacked you guys now.”
Aurora pulls back and looks at him, “Shota how can you say that?”
“Because she told me then tried to use her quirk on me to take it away, I was able to brake the compulsion last week. Its not her fault though she didn’t have a choice, her parents were being held captive.” He stood there and explained every horrid detail of Misty’s life.
“Why are they doing this? Why attack us? Why now?!” I asked sitting down.
“I have no idea.” He says sitting next to me. “But I plan on asking Misty.”
“This is crazy.”
Toshinori’s POV:
“Was that them that attacked us?” I asked sitting next to Misty’s bed holding her hand.
“Probably, I think they know that I told. They might move up their attack. Or now they might hold it off. Who knows?” She sighs.
“You saved us.”
“I guess so.”
“Why?”
“Because in my live I have never had friends, and I’m not to keen on losing them. That being said we need to tell them they deserve to know, I should probably also give Aizawa his memories back. The night that I told you everything, I told him but took his memory of me telling him away.”
I sigh, “You need to stop that.”
“I only did it to one person. And besides I did it to keep us all save, though I’ll at the time it was more to keep me safe than you guys.”
“I’ll make sure that we are all safe. I promise you that. But you’re right, give Aizawa his memories back. I’ll go get them.”
When she nods I stand up and open the door and invite them in. “Misty has something to tell all of you.”
“If its that she’s working for them I already know.” Aizawa says.
“How?! I changed your memories of that night!” Misty squeaks.
“Well you did but I took notes on my phone that night and read them after.”
“Oh I see. I get it, the compulsion is only as strong as my will at the time. And the brain doesn’t like to be tricked so, so if it has a reminder and the person has a strong enough will you can break it.”
“Misty Aizawa explained everything, and I don’t blame you, if I was in the same place I would have done the exact same thing.” Aurora said.
“Me too.” Hizashi added.
“As would I.” Aizawa says.
“So all that leaves is when the attack will happen.” Toshinori says.
“I don’t think it will now, if they know that I went to the police then they would change their plans. Their not stupid enough to attack now, they know that I know a lot.”
“Wont you be in danger?” Aurora asks.
“No not from most of them, I had a mast on a lot of the time around them, and the ones who know my face can be picked up by the police easy, that alone is enough to throw a wrench in their plans.”
“So then it’s over?”
“I think so. As soon as the police picks them up.”
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When I came onboard Quirk about 4 months ago, I honestly knew very little about Cognitive Behavioral Therapy or Cognitive Distortions. My brother had launched this little app and I just wanted to help him grow it.At this point in my life i've been founding different startups for almost 7 years now. So with 7 years of experience, I can say this with absolute certainty.Starting a company is a manic rollercoaster of a mind F@#$.I came from an extraordinarily privileged and sheltered background.Yeah, I "dealt with stress" growing up.I dealt with being forced to learn piano since the age of 7. With getting in trouble for getting B's instead of A's. With cramming for my SAT and ACT's. Bragging to my friends about how I only slept for 4 hours last night.See? "Stress."Entrepreneurship is a wake up call.Failure doesn't mean getting a B on a paper. Failure means not being able to buy groceries. It means that employee with 3 kids can't buy groceries. It means those family and friends who pitched in on your early round are out money.Stress from a startup is when you get a call from a client asking why your employee left a "pipe" outside their house.Stress from a startup is when you maxed out a $5,000 27% APR credit card to buy inventory.Stress from a startup is when that client decides they can bring your contract "in house".The highs of making a ton of money, landing a huge investor, and bringing on a new client is incredible. But the low's can be rock bottom devastating.How founders deal with this kind of stress and anxiety will literally make or break their company. If you aren't familiar with CBT, a Cognitive Distortion is like a logical fallacy which is the root of almost all stress, anxiety, and depression.As Quirk went through the Y Combinator S19 batch I watched and learned how Cognitive Distortions were affecting not only my batch mates, but my own company as well.Fortune Telling Causing You Anxiety? 🔮Personally, we are horrible at fortune telling.Fortune telling is a logical fallacy where predicting the future causes you to be unhappy. This is probably the most common cognitive distortion because a HUGE part of a startup in the early stages is planning for the future.It's a tricky thing to deal with.On one hand you are literally required to constantly think about the future and make plans. What happens if a competitor clones your product? Is hiring this employee going to end badly? Will this investor actually close my round?It's a terrible trap that founders fall into because they have to constantly think about the negative impacts of their actions.Cognitive Behavioral Therapy states that your thoughts cause your mood. Well if you have to constantly think about what bad things can happen, that will severely impact your mood.That's why it's important for founders to be able to recognize distortions like Fortune Telling.We have to be able to analyze a situation, recognize the worse possible outcome, and then make a logical strategic decision. By recognizing when we are making ourselves anxious/stressed/depressed by predicting the future, it lets us take a step back and realize we don't have to let a future problem impact our emotions and decision making.Catastrophizing 🤯 Turning Small Problems Into Big ProblemsBad things happen all the time. We are ALL held together with duct tape.Since we launched Quirk only 4 months ago?We screwed up our Android trials, boom lost 500 subscribers & got a ton of 1 star reviews.Over 100+ investors turned us down.Still haven't been paid a penny from $10k+ in sales on the iOS store.And as I write this article, the iOS 13 update is causing ALL of our users Quirk apps to crash.The world is filled with small problems, very rarely is something truly a catastrophe.I can't tell you how many times we thought Quirk was doing poorly. That this was never going to work. That we needed to pivot into XYZ product.You know the best part about small problems?They're easy to fix.We fixed our android trials. We found investors that wanted to come on board. iOS will eventually pay us. My Co-Founder is updating our app as I write this."Oh no all of our users are crashing!!"It's easy to turn this into a catastrophe and allow it to cause us huge amounts of stress, anxiety, and depression. But this stress and anxiety doesn't help us solve the small problem that it truly is.Maybe it's a day of work. Maybe it's a week. But it's a solvable problem and just another 24 hours in the day of a startup.Learning to recognize when you are catastrophizing makes it easier to not stress and become anxious over small problems, which lets you make better decisions and become more productive.If you're interested in learning more about the different distortions go check out our distortions page or just download Quirk below. Learning about these distortions wont just help you launch a company, but they can severely reduce your day to day stress, anxiety, and depression.---If you liked this article I write more about mental health here! Fair warning, I own Quirk so don't click on that link if you don't want to support me.
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My Hero Chapter 5: Crushes be Crushing
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Rukea's POV:
We got back late and the boys went home, Hizashi took my brother home for me. Now it was time to ask Aurora for the truth. I can't believe that Hizashi asked her out, he kept telling me that he was nervous about even talking to her about it considering how long we've all known each other.
"So you and Hizashi. You really going out on a date?" I asked as we finished setting up the rooms. The door conjoining our rooms was open as we talked.
"No." She said with a little laugh. "He just didn't want to get tackled by your brother I'm convinced."
"That sounds like him." I laughed. 'Does this mean she's really dating Aizawa? Damn it' "Well what about you and Aizawa?"
"We've been together for a while."
I felt my heart sink. 'Of course I had to fall for the guy who was taken!'
"Though his parents and I are trying to find him a girlfriend."
I freeze. 'What the hell'. "I'm confused."
"You are?" After a pause I hear a crash and I stick my head through the door. She was on the floor next to her bed laughing hysterically. 'Hm. Hizashi is right she does have the stereo typical anime teehee laugh'
"Are you ok?" I asked bending down next to her.
"S-Sorry. I-I just think its f-funny!" She gasps out laughing still.
"What's funny?"
"Y-you thinking I would date Aizawa!" After a while she stops laughing. "Look I love Aizawa but only as a friend. Well more like a brother. I would never ever date him. I mean ew."
"Wait so you're not dating?"
"Hell no. He's my brother if anything like I said.
This was the best news I got all week. Aizawa was single!
There was a knock on Aurora's door.
"It's unlocked." She says.
I looked over to see who it was and there stood Aizawa closing the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow guys I'm going to go to bed." I quickly rush to my room and slammed the door shut.
Aurora's POV:
"Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt." Aizawa said putting some of his cloths in the bottom drawer of my dresser.
"Na you're fine." Aizawa decided that he was going to keep some of his cloths here instead of in his dorm because he thought that he would be too lazy to go back to it most days. Which is probably true. "Oh here's the spare key."
He takes it and puts it on his keys then takes his shirt off and flops down on my bed. "You just make yourself right at home don't you?" I asked.
"Yep." He turned on the tv. "Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure." I turn on a movie and sit next to Aizawa and about half way through I fall asleep.
---Next Morning---
Rukea's POV:
I woke up and heard Aurora's tv on so I knocked and opened up the door that separates our rooms. When I did I saw a shirtless Aizawa leaning up against the wall and a sleeping Aurora cuddling into his chest.
He looked over at me. "Morning."
Blushing I say. "Morning. So is Aurora still asleep?"
"Yeah I thought I would let her sleep in since she didn't get a lot of sleep the night before."
'I know that I would sleep peacefully in your arms' The blush deepens.
"Are you ok? You blush a lot around me. About as much as Hizashi blushes around Aurora."
"I'm going to take a shower." I slam the door shut and go to the bathroom that's in my room and take a shower. 'Why have I fallen for you so quickly?! Oh yeah because you're hot.'
Aizawa's POV:
'She's so shy around me it's almost painful to watch poor thing. It's kinda adorable though. Eh I wonder if she would tell me why if I asked. Hm not that it matters. Any feelings I have for her are going to go unsaid until I determine whether or not their real. And if they are lasting. I'm not going to put the effort into a relationship unless I know that it's going to last.'
I heard a knock on Rukea's door so I carefully got up placing a pillow where I was so that Aurora could still sleep. I got up and opened the door and there stood Hizashi.
Mic's POV:
I heard Aurora's door open so I looked over expecting to see her but instead I saw a shirtless Aizawa. 'Lucky bastard' I thought. "Morning where's Rukea?"
"Taking a shower you can wait in here with Aurora and me if you want" He said waving me in and going back into the room.
I walked in just as Aurora was waking up and she sat up with just a bra on. I felt my face burn. 'That REALLY lucky bastard' I looked away trying to hide my blush. "I-I-I can uh w-wait outside while y-you g-get dressed." I stammer out while scratching the back of my head not wanting to look over at Aurora and give away my blush. But wanting to look because I like her and she's not un-attractive. 'Pervert' I thought to myself.
Stretching she slowly gets up and I look away again. 'Why is she doing this to me?!' I'm so lost in thought and not looking over that I don't notice her walking over, in fact I didn't notice her at all until she had placed her arms around my neck and pulled my face to meet hers. She had pulled me close and gotten on her tip toes putting her forehead against mine. That was it my face is burning. I can feel it, it has to be a tomato at this point.
"Hizashi," Aurora says slowly emphasizing every syllable. "You know since we are dating you don't have to look away if you don't want to." Her eyes drop to my lips for a second then she kisses my nose gives me a hug then lets go. "Payback for making me a blushing mess yesterday." She giggled grabbing everything she needed for a shower and a change of clothes then she goes to her bathroom.
I stood there frozen in place. 'How in the hell?! I can hear my heart beat! HOW and WHY do you have this power over me?! It's not fair! How are you just able to go along with being my 'girlfriend' without missing a beat! I mean that story about how I 'asked you out' that you told yesterday?! Damn! Do you think about me the way I think about you? Is that how you were able to tell that story. Or did something else happen? Did you think it up on the spot just like that?! And why do you make me so tongue tied?! I mean come on! I'm never like this around girls, yet the moment I saw you I knew I wouldn't be able to talk to you! I wont say I love you not yet but, I think you have cemented my belief in love at first sight. Why can't I talk to you like I talk to every other girl.... Because I don't want to talk to you like I do every other girl. I don't want mindless chit chat with you I want friendship, conversations that are about something, I don't want to just flirt with you. I want to be with you. I need to be with you. And it confuses and scares the hell out of me at the same time. I mean I know its crazy, love at first sight, it's not a fairy tale, this is real life. But all the same I want it to be real because it's the only explanation I have for what I feel about you Aurora... But my stupid brain won't let me accept it as fact as quickly as my heart does.'
I sink into the chair next to her desk and close my eyes wanting the burning in my face to go away.
"You know you look like a total dork when you blush like that." Aizawa says from the bed as he's channel surfing. When I look over he's holding one of the many stuffed animals Aurora has on a shelf near her bed. "And if you like her you should make sure that what you're feeling is real. I watched her get her heart shattered once, I won't let it happen again."
He gave me a lazy glare as he said this. "I don't want to hurt her. And besides I'm just getting to know her. And you can't tell me that if she did that to you, you would be able to keep your cool."
"I've known her, her entire life. Nothing she does phases me, because either a) it's her flirty personality and I brush it off. Or b) she's already done it. The only thing that she could do that would phase me is if she full on kissed me. And even then she would have to be like naked or something before I would wonder what the hell has gotten into her. But I'll give you some advice; just chill out around her. Let what ever the two of you are feeling develop naturally. Everything has a natural outcome, you just have to find it."
I sat there for a moment stunned. "Why the hell are you so philosophical?!"
"When I can't move because Aurora is asleep on me I read whatever book is closest because nine times out of ten she fell asleep reading. Most of her books are either comic or manga books or some sort of philosophy or scientific books, or music related. A few are about quirk studies and stuff like that. How else do you think she was able to skip to high school."
Aurora's POV:
Before I got into the shower I texted Rukea and told her what I did to Hizashi.
"Man I would have killed to see the look on his face" She texted back.
"I really wanted to kiss him. And not on the nose like I did."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because despite my flirty personality I'm not going to kiss some guy I just met a week ago on the lips."
"But he totally likes you."
"I'm sure he doesn't. Besides even if he did it's probably just a crush because 'new attractive girl' thing. It will probably be gone by next week" I told her trying to convince myself that my crush on Hizashi was just because he was a new person and he was attractive. With that last text sent I jumped into the shower.
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