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attic-club-sandwich · 1 year

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To Ascend Again

Summary: After falling from the Celestial Realm, the seven brothers must rely on each other emotionally to cope with the loss of their sister, Lilith. Meanwhile, they are also trying to adjust to their new forms and heal both the physical and emotional wounds caused by the Celestial War. Their bonds become stronger than ever since the fall, and they learn to rise again from the calamity that befell them.

Genre: Angst/Hurt

CW: Panic Attacks.

A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to get out! The holidays sucked the life from me and I seriously didn't have any motivation. But i'm actually pretty proud of this one, and i'm so excited to see what you think! As usual reblogs are super appreciated. This chapter follows the Judgement and places the brothers within their new roles in the Devildom. Hopefully soon they will have a place to call home as well....

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Chapter 5: The Road to Home

With the brothers’ greatest adversity of the Judgment now in the past, there was yet another issue they had ahead of them. That issue being what their role in the Devildom will be as well as a place to live where all 7 of the newly fallen Angels could live comfortably together.

Lucifer rested his gaze upon Barbatos as he finished serving the tea he had prepared. They had been waiting for Diavolo to wrap up the meeting with his father, but Barbatos had given them all insight into a vacant house that may be an ideal residence for his family. His brothers chattered excitedly between themselves. “Yo, I can’t wait to finally have my own room! No offense or anything, but it sucks sharing with all of ya.” Mammon said snidely. “Shut up Mammon, we don’t exactly like sharing a room with you either.” Levi replied, rolling his eyes. “I’m just saying this right now, but I NEED my own bathroom. I can’t take Levi hogging the shower for hours at a time anymore!” Asmo whined. Levi’s tail flicked in irritation and was about to retort when Lucifer huffed at them. He was clearly annoyed by his brothers’ selfishness in front of Barbatos. “How about we be grateful for whatever this home has to offer? We don’t even know the details yet, so please be patient.” The brothers groaned as they sipped on their tea. Lucifer cleared his throat and continued, “Besides, Barbatos and Diavolo have done nothing but show us the utmost hospitality.” Beel nodded as he took a bite of a biscuit. “Lucifer is right, you know. You guys shouldn’t complain.” Barbatos smiled as he took a seat across from the eldest brother. “Thank you kindly, Lucifer. However I assure you it’s been no trouble at all.” In the distance, they all heard the sound of a door shut echoing throughout the corridor. Barbatos stood quickly and smoothed his uniform. He had been in his demon form since they arrived, and Lucifer couldn’t get used to the striking teal that accented his uniform as well as the physical attributes of his demonic form. “Please excuse me, the Young Master is heading our way.” Barbatos bowed his head and swiftly made his way through the hallway to meet Diavolo.

The brothers were sitting and waiting patiently as Diavolo and Barbatos entered the common room together. “Hello, boys! I must say, that went splendidly.” The future Demon Lord boomed. He had a huge smile plastered on his face as he stood next to the chair that Lucifer was currently seated in. Lucifer glanced up at the demon prince and saw nothing but joy sparkling behind his pale golden eyes. Diavolo placed a large hand on Lucifer’s shoulder and squeezed. “I must say though, I wasn’t expecting my father to dub you all as the Seven Rulers of Hell.” Lucifer’s eyes widened as he choked on the sip of tea he was currently in the middle of drinking.

“E-Excuse me?”

“Whaddya mean ‘Seven Rulers of Hell?!”

“No one told us anything about being a ruler of Hell!”

Diavolo chuckled as he motioned for the brothers to settle down. “Now now, please quiet down and I'll explain myself.” The brothers were all on their feet now, staring intently at the young demon prince. “My father sensed great power in all of you. Power that he’s only felt in the strongest of demons including Barbatos and myself. The ranks you all held in the Celestial Realm will now carry over here in the Devildom.” Lucifer released the breath he had been holding. “So…what does that mean, exactly?” Diavolo beamed at Lucifer and gave him a sly wink. “Lucifer, since you once worked under Michael, the Ruler of the Celestial Realm, you shall now serve as my assistant here in the Devildom.” Lucifer quickly glanced away, and glued his gaze to his feet. He didn’t want to look up to see the inevitable stares of his brothers. He could feel their gazes boring into him, most likely wondering why he and Diavolo have grown so close already. To his relief, Diavolo grabbed their attention again. “As for the rest of you… Mammon.” he stated. The 2nd born bowed his head. “You shall be Lucifer’s assistant as you were in the Celestial Realm.” Mammon nodded and took his place back on the couch. “Leviathan.” The 3rd born nervously fidgeted as he bowed his head. “You previously held the rank as a General in the Celestial Realm’s Army. You shall now be appointed the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy.” Levi gulped, but nodded his appreciation as he took a seat next to Mammon, whose smile was beaming with pride as he gave him a pat on the back.

Diavolo kneeled when he spoke the next brother’s name. “Satan.” The smallest of the brothers shyly stepped towards the demon prince and bowed. “You shall be an apprentice under your older brothers. You will work with them as you grow and experience the world around you.” he paused before continuing, “I’m sure you’ve already been having some flashbacks, correct?” Satan nodded, his emerald eyes wide. “Y-Yes Your Majesty. I’ve been told by Barbatos that these flashbacks are..” “..Lucifer’s own memories. That would be correct.” Diavolo patted the blonde boy’s head. “That is why you must work with your brothers to understand these memories. It won’t be easy, and it may dwell up some rather intense and unpleasant emotions. However, with time you will learn to control the wrath that threatens to consume you.” Satan bowed, unsure of how to show his appreciation to the demon prince. “Oh, and one more thing.” Diavolo got to his feet again and glanced at Barbatos. “We’ve had something made for you. Consider it a gift.” Barbatos retreieved a small bundle, which had been tucked away on the bottom of his tea cart. He carefully handed the gift to Satan, which was wrapped in a dark green satin cloth. Satan ran his fingers over it nervously; he could feel all eyes on him as he began to unwrap the bundle. Everyone watched in anticipation as the younger demon revealed a black feather boa. Lucifer’s eyes widened as Satan lifted it in the air. The ebony black plumage hung delicately as Satan wrapped it around his shoulders. “No fair, why does Satan get such a beautiful gift!” Asmo exclaimed. Lucifer’s breath hitched. He knew those were his feathers. How dare they give his feathers to him?

The eldest demon began to breathe heavily, a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. “Uh, Lucifer, are you okay? You’re even paler than usual…” he could hear Mammon’s voice somewhere in the distance. He couldn’t see anymore, all he could see was his now crimson stained feathers lit up by the moonlight on the cold, hard ground. The air was filled with the strong scent of blood. His blood. Lilith’s blood. He could hear voices shouting at him, but they were practically drowned out by the sobs of his dear sister. He couldn’t breathe anymore. The roaring in his ears grew louder, and suddenly everything went silent.

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“Lucifer.”

A familiar voice began to stir the eldest brother back into consciousness. He lazily shook his head from side to side, trying to force himself to awaken. “Luciferrrrr…” it said again, this time more drawn out. Lucifer’s eyes began to flutter open. He slowly turned his head and rested his gaze on the source of the voice. “Mammon…” The second born sighed in relief as he rushed over to Lucifer’s side. “Finally, you’re awake! You gave us all a heart attack.” Mammon’s golden eyes were filled with concern as he helped his older brother sit up. “What happened? Where are the others?” Lucifer asked, his voice still groggy. Mammon crossed his arms tightly across his chest. “Ya fainted and Prince Diavolo carried ya here. We were all worried…Satan stormed off too after throwing a fit about the gift. It was a mess.” Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples. The room was silent for a few moments before Mammon finally got the courage to ask what he’d been meaning to. “What exactly happened back there, Lucifer?” His older brother averted his gaze. “Nothing for you to be concerned about.” he said, stubbornly. Mammon scoffed. “I think this does concern me, ya dick.” Lucifer whipped his head back up to look at Mammon, offended by the sudden name calling. “Excuse me?” Mammon continued, “Does it have to do with that boa of feathers?” Lucifer winced. “...The feathers. They were mine.” Mammon’s eyes widened. “I know you’ve all noticed the absence of my wings. I tore them off. That’s how Satan was born.” Mammon carefully sat down next to Lucifer on the side of the bed. “I’m…sorry. I didn’t know.” Lucifer shook his head. “When I saw it, all of a sudden I was transported back to that moment and I…” he trailed off. Mammon nodded and glanced down at his hands. “Hey, it's alright. I don’t blame ya. We all struggled that day and we each handled it differently.” Lucifer nodded, not being able to find the right words to say next. After a few moments of silence, Mammon stood up. “Come on, let’s get ya freshened up and head to dinner. We’re discussing our new home!”

Lucifer and Mammon were the last two to arrive at the dinner table that evening. “Welcome back you two! I hope you’re hungry.” Diavolo smiled. Beelzebub was practically drooling all over the table as he stared intently at all of the extravagant foods before him. “Hurry up and sit down before Beel drowns in his own drool.” Belphie said, rolling his eyes. Lucifer chuckled as he took the empty place next to Diavolo. The meal was pleasant and filling, even though they were all still getting used to the Devildom food. It was exactly what everyone needed after the prolonged anxiety of what their future would hold. Lighthearted chatter filled the room, and for the first time in a long time, Lucifer felt at ease. After the table was cleared, Barbatos went on to serve their dessert. Diavolo cleared his throat. “I’m sure you’re all anxious to discuss the next steps of your lives here in the Devildom.” Everyone nodded in anticipation. “There’s an abandoned house not far from here, it’s called The House of Lamentation. There’s quite the history behind it, but I believe it will be the perfect fit for you all.” The brothers all whispered to each other in excitement. “Now there is a condition you all must meet in order to stay there at no cost to you.” Lucifer rested his chin on his fist as he listened intently. “What would that be, Diavolo?” The Prince smiled. “You all must attend my Academy.” The brothers gaped at him in surprise. “There’s a SCHOOL here?” Levi asked, his amber eyes wide. “Of course! It’s something my Father and I put into place quite some time ago. It’s called The Royal Academy of Diavolo.” Lucifer clasped his hands together. “We’ll do it. If it means we can all stay together it will be quite worth it. Not to mention I’m sure it will be good for all of us to attend.” Diavolo smiled as all of the brothers began to talk about their plans for the house. “Then it’s a deal. Barbatos and I shall take you there tomorrow. Please be sure to pack all of your belongings this evening.”

Chapter 6: Coming Soon

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spacedykez · 2 years

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sorry for the wait on this, but finally i have completed it

PEARL’S CHAPTER OF LOVE LOSES!! (scott’s/cleo’s/martyn’s/ao3 link) REBLOGS > LIKES!!

Pearl didn’t want to be alone.

But as she stood in slight shock, staring numbly at Tilly lying sprawled out limply in front of her, Pearl wondered if she was destined to be alone.

Her soulmate and her best friend had both abandoned her. It hadn’t even been a day when Pearl’s soulmate had somehow rejected her before they’d even spoken. She’d been trying to help, and yet somehow that had only made Scott hate her more. She didn’t want a soulmate, really, but it still hurt that no one wanted her.

At least she still had Tilly: the only creature in the world that didn’t care what Pearl did, who would follow her blindly into anything. Pearl wished her friends trusted her that much- even a little bit would be better than being hated!

“Pearl?” A voice called questioningly. She snapped her head up angrily to meet worried green eyes, internally grimacing. Of all the people to show up now, it had to be him.

“What is it?” she said brokenly. She was one wrong word away from snapping. It wasn’t like she had anything left to lose.

Scott stood in front of her with an unsympathetic expression. Good, she didn’t have any sympathy for him, either. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” Pearl snapped back. What did she have to be doing? It wasn’t like she had any sort of goal.

Scott didn’t seem to have an answer. Pearl turned her back to him, debating whether to stay or go. She wanted friends, but did she want him? She didn’t want… that. She wanted no part in the strange act called romance, the thing she didn’t understand, that had no place in her life, especially in a death game like this.

“Pearl-” Scott began unsurely. “Are you okay?”

Was she okay? Was she okay? Were any of them okay!? They were in a death game, with no way out, their friends turning against, murdering and/or marrying each other. Her companions had all chosen to leave her and no one seemed to care about her at all anymore. But yes, she was just great, thank you!

“Oh, I’m fine, Scott,” Pearl said sarcastically, not missing the way Scott’s eyebrows raised in concern as she laughed brokenly.

Scott took a deep, steadying breath before replying. “Do you need-”

“Oh, now you’re gonna ask what I need?” Pearl interrupted scathingly. “Now, that you’re seeing what you caused?”

“I didn’t cause this! You were the one that decided to abandon me to go the Nether on Day One!” Scott protested. Of course he wanted to blame her for all of this, when she hadn’t even gotten a choice in any of it!

“I was just trying to be helpful! I didn’t know what everyone else was doing!” Pearl told him (which was true, no matter how much he denied it). “And you abandoned me, too!”

Scott looked down in slight embarrassment, and then, like the words were paining him, he asked, “Do you want to try… being soulmates again?”

“I don’t want to be soulmates,” Pearl scowled. She didn’t need him, or any chosen soulmate. She could make her own life without anyone else.

But then Scott cried out her name, panicked, and she turned to him annoyedly. Before she could even speak to defend herself from whatever he was going to say, he yelled again. “PEARL, LOOK OUT!”

Scott jumped for her, drawing his sword, but not looking to attack her. Pearl whirled to see a tall, green-ish figure behind her, which she could hear making a hissing sound as she watched it.

The creeper flashed a blinding white and Pearl stood not reacting as several things happened all at once.

Scott shoved her behind him and threw his shield up to protect them. Pearl stumbled backwards, tripping and landing on hard dirt. And a booming noise sounded as the creeper exploded, knocking Scott back to land beside Pearl, thankfully uninjured.

The two sat gasping for several seconds before Pearl spoke. “That was close.”

“Yeah,” Scott agreed shakenly. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, neither wanting to break the uncomfortable silence.

Footsteps came from in front of Pearl and she looked up to see Martyn standing above them, watching them curiously. “What happened to you two?”

“Creeper,” Scott said bluntly, shutting down his questioning, and Martyn didn’t press further. But from out of nowhere, Cleo brushed past him, running up to the two of them, meaning they were not in fact spared from an interrogation.

“Scott, are you okay?” Cleo asked worriedly. Pearl glanced down at the ground. Of course Scott was all Cleo cared about; never mind that Pearl was sitting right next to him, no less shaken.

“I’m alright, it was just a creeper, I’m not hurt,” Scott assured her. Yeah, sure, just don’t bother asking Pearl. She was just fine, thanks.

“Hey Pearl,” Cleo greeted (like an afterthought, like Cleo just had to deal with her being there). That was okay, though. Pearl was used to being left out, and anyways she was fine on her own. “Do you want to come back with us?”

“Come… back?” Pearl repeated disbelievingly. To.. they were… what?

“To where Scott and I live,” Cleo explained. Pearl didn’t reply for a long minute. Hadn’t they told her not to come near them? They certainly hadn’t wanted her company before. What had changed?

“You guys left me,” Pearl answered. Which wasn’t an answer to the question, but Pearl was still scrambling for words. “Now you want me back?”

Martyn frowned and turned to Cleo, exchanging an unsure glance before looking back at Pearl. But before he could speak, Scott. Scott sighed and stepped forward. “I left you because I didn’t want a soulmate. Not because I didn’t want you.”

“But…” Pearl trailed off unsurely. She wanted a friend so badly. But she had Tilly… And did she want a soulmate? Wasn’t that what Scott had just said? “You didn’t want a soulmate? Why not?”

“We thought soulmates had to be, you know, lovers,” Cleo explained sheepishly. “Scott and I, at least.”

Pearl’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest. Was Cleo… was Cleo saying what Pearl thought she was? “You just didn’t want arranged love?”

“Exactly,” Scott agreed, staring at the ground. “I’m sorry for abandoning you, Pearl-”

“Scott!” Pearl interrupted him giddily. “I don’t want that either! Love, I mean.” She grinned and laughed happily, jumping up from where she was sitting to rush over to Cleo. If that was all that had been keeping them from wanting her, then maybe, just maybe, she could have friends! Friends who didn’t want love either!

“Pearl!” Cleo exclaimed excitedly, then steadied herself. “Does that mean you’ll join-”

“Yes!” Pearl practically yelled, barely able to contain her joy. They wanted her! “Yes!”

“Fuck love, right?!” Cleo said determinedly, raising her voice as if to scream to the very heavens that she wanted nothing to do with their games.

“Hell yeah!” Martyn cheered, punching the air in agreement with his soulbound. Pearl nodded eagerly, and Scott quickly joined them, standing up and walking over.

Pearl beamed, a warm feeling spreading in her chest. She had friends now, people like her, and Pearl was happy to say she would never be alone again.

#aro dlsmp #writing #fanfiction #double life smp #dlsmp #pearleascentmoon #zombiecleo #inthelittlewood #scott smajor #aro #aromantic #this is actually gonna be queued i will not be online when this posts #hello tumblr this is Past pacificseaotter speaking #the otter scribbles

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viscountessevie · 2 years

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CC Related Asks Compliation

I have been stressing over answering these perfectly so as not to ruffle any feathers but honestly there is no perfect way to answer it because it will set either side off any way I go about it. So Imma just lay it all on the line here and let these asks have a convo with each other.

These asks defending CC have been sitting in my ask box a long time because they came in droves and some deleted now were very hateful towards me and it just turned me off her and her fans even more. That being said, I have rectified my previous statement saying that she fundamentally misunderstood Edwina when I meant Bookwina - I guess she understood Showina who I personally don’t understand at all and dislike from Ep 4 to 7 so whatever who cares about my opinion.

I was going to link the post that started it all but unfortunately because these were sent a while ago, I couldn’t find it. For context: I reblogged a post/discussion ask that talked critically about Edwina and CC and in the tags I agreed with it and then because at the time I had been frustrated with how CC had seemed to be blindly agreeing with CVD’s takes on Edwina’s character - not attending the wedding and their relationship not being the same again (which I agree it will be different but it’s implied it will never be properly fixed when I want the girls to come out of it stronger??) and so I said something along the lines of “CC fundamentally doesn’t understand Edwina”

This ask below is a follow up to one of the above asks but I’m not sure whose (feel free to clarify in another ask!) and was a reply to the tags in this post:

[I should worded it better but I didn’t mean you guys were being annoying its just the insane amount of hate and critical asks that came at me the moment I said a throwaway line in the tags of a Eddie post - and it was so insignificant I can’t even find the post in my archive anymore sigh - that I didn’t even think twice about.]

Also I did reply in a sense and I don’t even have the energy to defend myself so this is what I’m sticking to.

All this to say, now I do understand where the two of you are coming from and I should have worded that better. I definitely disagree with CC’s Bridgerton takes and would like to never hear them again. I do adore her this is just one aspect of her I would like to ignore moving forward and just be hyped for her future projects. I wasn’t even insulting her or her intelligence and what I meant was she doesn’t understand Bookwina not like I do because I actually read the book and she has confessed to not reading/finishing the book and prefers her interpretation of the character. So you do you girl I don’t have to agree with it.

I will agree that sometimes there are mutuals and posts that use really combative language towards Edwina and sometimes CC that does help fuel the racist hate in the fandom and gives leeway to racists to criticise Edwina and CC in a racially charged manner. However, I don’t think my comment was that extreme so to have all of you in my asks (there was more than these three that were just really hateful and I deleted cos I didn’t want to deal with that shit) just drained me and ngl I know you aren’t trying to be mean or annoying but some of yall (not saying these asks in particular but CC defenders who treat her like a complete saint) can be really condescending. Just something to think about.

All this being said, thank you for sending in these asks I do appreciate your POVs.

Now onto the other side of the argument. So I appreciate this anon for laying it all out in a thorough manner while not using names against CC, I got a similar ask that was basically a TDLR but I’m deleting it as it called CC mean names and I do not condone that on this blog. Yes I may disagree with CC’s Bridgerton Takes but I will not stand for calling her names or being mean. We will not give the racists of the fandom ammunition to attack her even more.

Honestly my TDLR take is that the way the whole of S2′s press tour was weird as hell. I know they were trying to sell the love triangle but the trio interview felt third-wheeling at times and that’s not any of the three’s fault. Jimone just happened to be closer and I got the vibe that CC and Simone while friends and friendly, aren’t as close to each other as they are with Jonny (Simone and Chari seperately), Golda and NC (Chari).

Everything you stated was certainly odd but I’ve been avoiding trying to comment on them on here because I don’t really want to add to the scrutiny of watching a WoC’s every move waiting for them to be ‘out of line’ in the GA’s opinions. I think CC’s entitled to act however she wants she’s the one in the role after all but I also think as fans we are allowed our opinions and to be able to disagree with Chari’s takes (and mostly CVD and the writers’ because its their fault the show and characters of S2 ended up like this). I’m only posting these because my blog is a safe space for our little Kathony/S2 bubble and I do appreciate all of your thoughts as long as you’re being respectful when you send them.

Last and my latest one from Jett 🖤 my beloved, good morning and thank you for your ask:

I do not want to rehash Postergate 2.0 so everything that needs to be said is here. But also again: Tessa Dare stop embarrassing yourself challenge!! You’re an author with a public platform for Christ sake stop acting like an unhinged stan on main and get an anon account or something Jesus.

Anyways this is my last discussion post on CC, if I do post anything about her it will most likely be Edwina gifsets or CC’s pictures (actually there is one more about Dior but it’s not a discourse ask so I’ll post it separately!).

I genuinely do not want anymore Charithra discourse on my blog simply because I do not want to contribute to being over critical or seem like I’m encouraging the hate because this blog is a safe space for all Desi fans of the show, I want to uplift all the brown women on the show Edwina and CC included and honestly I do not have the energy to answer them meaningfully without stressing out. And what’s the point of engaging if I don’t enjoy it you know?

[All future asks about her will be deleted but if you really need to get it out, do come off anon so I can reply privately or my DMs are always open, please don’t be shy to come in and have a conversation.]

#CC Critical #Edwina Sharma Critical #Bridgerton Discourse #Jett 🖤 Anon #Sunny 🤩 Anon #Sanji Answers

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bluesmuses · 2 years

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We do not have to be mutuals to interact, but mutuals will be my first priority. Sometimes I am very slow to follow back, or I don’t at all; I try to keep up with my dashboard and have to be picky or unfollow sometimes for my sanity.

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While I do relate to some of my characters, that does not necessarily mean I agree with their actions, biases, or always consider them to be right. Mun does not equal muse.

Shipping, platonic, familial, romantic, etc

I tag any romantic ships for anyone who wants to blacklist them, and I prefer that others do the same. Sometimes I also just don’t care for certain ships, and even if it’s joking, I don’t want to see it.

Romantic shipping is not a primary focus for me and I’m very picky due to some past experiences, but I promise I will eventually ask about it if I feel my muse could/is falling for yours after they’ve interacted for a while and I’ve gotten to know you.

Also, I’m not going to assume you’re force shipping if your muse is crushing on/falls for one of my muses, that’s totally alright.

Other specific relationships greatly developed with friends will be for them and their version of that muse alone. I will not expect the same from someone else’s version, and I hope you will not expect that from me either.

Tags I use for things that might be uncomfortable. If ever miss something that bothers you specifically, please ask me to tag it/tag it in the future for you and I will!

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gun tw – multiple of my muses use firearms, like firearms, or both

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suggestive – occasionally used for sensual implications

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In Comes In Waves

[A Game Called Revenge]

Part Twenty

Series Masterlist Part One.

Summary: "ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴡᴀᴠᴇꜱ." The ten o'clock segment holds a rather large wave. One that they'd rather not get caught up in. But they've got to reach it first.

Warnings: strictly 18+ due to the nature of content in some of the chapters. Murder and death. Mentions of sex probably.

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: I want to just say my usuals, I have a favourite line so if you can find it then let me know :) reblogs, shares and comments always appreciate.

They push their way through the thick jungle until something blocks their path.

“What the fuck?” Clio shouts, asking no one in particular.

“Clio? What is it?” Cato replies, running to catch up with her, clearly still worried about her reaction earlier.

“There’s some sort of invisible wall.” She says, bashing her hand against the barrier. With a swift motion, her fingers splay wide as she swings her hand forward to make contact with the invisible wall. The impact is jarring, sending ripples of sensation throughout her arm muscles. It is as if her hand strikes an unseen force field, akin to pressing against a solid surface hidden from sight. The air around them seems to hum with an intangible energy, as their gaze remains fixed on the point of impact, as if expecting the barrier to either materialise before them or to disappear completely.

“It’s stopping us from entering that part of the jungle.” Gloss says, confused as he comes to stand beside them at the wall.

“Maybe, it’s splitting the jungle like the water?” Cato suggests.

“The water isn’t split.”

“There’s lines of rocks you moron.” Cato scoffs, “If that’s not splitting the water then the fuck would you call it then?”

“Who the f-”

“Having your pissing contest later.” Cashmere interrupts her brother’s retort. “We need to figure out how to get past this.”

“Or maybe we don’t?” Clio proposes as the others turn to look at her. “Maybe we take it as a sign that we shouldn’t be in that section? The wall has to disappear at some point.”

“And what if it doesn’t?” Gloss asks her with a scowl.

“You’re our leader, shouldn’t you be figuring this out?”

“I should’ve just killed you the second you attacked Cash.”

“And I told you’d I fucking skin you alive the second you try.” Cato derides him.

“Oh my god,” Cashmere whines, “Gloss I said it was fine. Cato, just I don't know, shut up and look.”

With a resigned huff, each of them turns towards where the blonde woman points to the floor of the jungle. The once vibrant, verdant foliage seems to shiver as an ominous presence reveals itself through a sinuous movement across the undergrowth. Gloss takes a step back as they watch the jungle floor writhing with a multitude of snakes, slithering and coiling as their scales glisten in the dappled sunlight as that section of the arena becomes a realm. In various shapes and sizes, the snakes slip atop each other as their hisses and rustling scales warn of danger. Birds call out in alarm, cries echoing through the canopy and the alliance watch as smaller creatures dart and scurry to evade the serpents but cause intrigue when it seems that the slimy invertebrates pay no attention to them. Several of the snakes, painted black, red and yellow, lift their heads, tongues hissing as they glide towards the careers standing at the edge of the segment only to be stopped by the invisible force and redirected back into the depths.

“Those are all venomous.” Cashmere tells them, nodding her head towards the piles of colourful, striped snakes that are filling that area, slipping from the trees and out of various plants and bushes. “We got lucky with the spiders because at least we could stay still. Anyone in there is dead.”

“Where are they all coming from?” Gloss asks with a shiver.

“What’s wrong?” Cato taunts him, using his earlier words against him. “Is the almighty, all powerful Gloss scared of some snakes?”

“No. I…” Gloss trails off.

“Nothing to say now, huh? What a surprise.” Cato throws his head back in laughter as the older man starts to pace back and forth. He’s clearly going over all the possible outcomes in his mind. To kill Cato or not kill Cato if Clio had to guess.

“Maybe it’s cause you’re so fucking irritating, always getting in my way and asking too many questions and I don’t understand why my sister seems to think that we need you so damn much or why we can’t just kill you like the rest of them!”

“Oh, I’m sorry for keeping you alive past the first day.” Cato shouts in response, “I don’t know why we fucking need you two either. Fuck knows we’d be quicker if this was just the two of us. You know, without you and your superiority complex.”

“Superiority complex?” Gloss scoffs, walking closer to Cato. “A big word for such a stupid man.”

“Ooh you’re hard.” He laughs in Gloss’ face. “You’re calling me stupid when all four of us know who would come out on top if we were to have it out right now. Or do I need to remind you of the scores?”

“Or the odds?” Clio pipes up, now standing beside her boyfriend in case she was required for backup.

“Don’t you fucking start, little miss afraid of the dark. You don’t know shit about my odds.”

“Five to one, mister afraid of snakes.”

“I’m not afraid of the snakes.” He protests, “but you-”

“Shut up!” Cashmere shouts. Everyone’s eyes snap to her as she turns her attention back to the portion of the jungle in front of her. Spreading her fingers wide she gestures in a high-five motion, slapping at the space where the invisible wall was before prior to their argument. “This is pointless. The wall’s gone.”

“Where are the snakes?” Gloss questions, voice raised an octave which causes Cato to erupt in laughter again, folding at the waist. “I’ll kill you.”

“Try. Please.”

“For fucks sake. We’re wasting time just standing here arguing, and have no doubt alerted everyone to our location. So fucking move.” Cashmere yells, grabbing her brother by the bicep and dragging him behind her whilst she stabs the floor with her spear as they walk.

The siblings move ahead, whispering angrily to each other as they part through the heavy jungle flora. Clio and Cato follow behind in tandem, carefully observing the pair ahead of them.

“I know I said it was your call but I want to kill him.” Cato whispers, using a particularly loud rustle of the leaves to disguise his voice.

“Tonight.” She confirms to him when their allies groan in frustration as they slash through rogue vines that block their path. “I’ll embed a knife straight into Cashmere’s forehead and then you can dislodge his spine.”

“God I cannot wait to be rid of him.” He laughs lowly.

“What are you two plotting back there?” Cashmere shouts back to them, turning to raise a playful eyebrow.

“Your demise…” Clio mumbles under her breath just loud enough for Cato to hear before speaking louder when he howls in laughter. “How we’re going to kill the frauds.”

“And how is that?” Gloss asks.

“We ain’t got that far yet, man.” Cato huffs. “You interrupted us.”

“Well I suppose that’s to be expected really. You Two’s are never the sharpest tools in the shed, are you?” Gloss says.

“Sharpest weapons though.”

“See!” He laughs, pointing a finger in their direction. “That didn’t even make sense.”

“It made plenty of sense, Clio, don’t worry.” Cato tells her in a hushed tone. His eyes stare daggers into the back of Gloss’ head, grip tightening around his sword before Clio’s hand rests on his forearm and she silently warns him against it. Begrudgingly, he obliges and they continue to follow the pair through the thickness of the deep jungle.

As they stride forwards in mostly silence, only quiet whispers exclusive to each of the district pairs fill the air, until they reach another invisible wall.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” They collectively sigh.

“Are those trees shaking?” Cashmere asks them, directing their gazes to several of the trees and shrubs in the segment, which do appear to be shaking. Clio also notices that a few plants lay flat on the arena floor, and roots are exposed at the site where they’ve been ripped from the ground. The floor also seems to be shaking as small cracks are forming in the dried out earth before it stops suddenly.

They push on the invisible wall, stumbling forward when it disappears in front of them yet again. With a cheer, they continue on their path through the jungle. Trees are disturbed, vines interweaving and blocking their path. Fallen foliage creates a labyrinth on the forest floor that causes them to side step into single file to make their way through the jungle; Gloss leads, Cashmere close behind and then Clio walks ahead of Cato - only trusting him to not attack her from behind.

“Each part of the jungle holds features of each of our games!” Clio announces.

“Of course!” Cashmere agrees, nodding her head rapidly as she turns her head over her shoulder to watch her allies behind her.

“Of course not!” Gloss sighs in argument. “Why would they make the games boring by bringing things back?”

“She’s right, man. They brought us back in.” Cato rolls his eyes as he shouts over the two women in front of him.

“Think about it!” Clio throws her hands up in frustration. “Snow’s speech at the parade said favourite tributes and your favourite features. They’ve picked the deadliest thing from each year.”

“Hmm, Cash did have the spiders.” Gloss hums.

“And you had the snakes.” Cato mentions.

“How do you know that?”

“I watched your games.” He responds with a sarcastic shrug to match his facial expression. “I was seven and we obviously rewatched all of the games before this.”

“Oh so you’re a fan.”

“Wouldn’t go that far.” Cato bites back a laugh. “Especially not after I saw your face at the sight of those snakes.”

“Enough.” Cashmere breaks up the argument before it can start. “Earthquakes? Who had an earthquake?”

“I did.” Clio says. “The buildings crumbled.”

The blonde woman nods. “Right. Cato what did you have?”

“I spent two weeks in a blizzard but I don’t think that’ll be in here.”

“Any mutts?” She continues her line of questioning as her mind races with possibility.

“Wolves.” He says simply. “Arctic though.”

“Maybe it’ll be the dogs again.” Gloss proposes. “Dogs made of the tributes we killed.”

“I fucking hope not.”

“Me neither. I hate dogs.” Cato shivers.

“You gonna flood us?” Clio shouts, looking up at the sky through the thick canopy. “No need, Luna’s not with us! Let me get her properly!”

“Clio!” Gloss attempts to scold her through a laugh. “Don’t give them any ideas.”

“Oh come on.” She scoffs. “This has been planned for years. I don't think me mentioning a big wave is really going to change anything.”

Gloss continues to slash through the vines, clearing a path before Clio notices the floor of the jungle seeming to writhe by its own accord, vines seemingly untangling themselves. She blinks a few times, putting the movement down to some sort of hallucinations, concluding it’s probably related to her lack of sleep. It’s got to be mid morning by now, she thinks, maybe ten or eleven o’clock so we’ve been walking for hours without any luck finding anyone. Then the strange movement ends and a light vibration can be felt from the soil underneath her feet.

“Babe, you feel that?” Clio’s face drops as she turns. She tries to convince herself she’s imagining it, something on par with the earlier hallucinations but the small trembling continues as she notices the way the water in her flask is beginning to slosh as she takes a sip.

“Feel what?” Cato questions her, catching up to her and bringing a hand up to her face to make her meet his eyes.

“Earthquake.”

“Angel, I’m not feeling anything.” He says, thumb rubbing small circles on her cheek. “It’s already happened.”

“No, I’m serious. I think it’s another earthquake.”

“What?” The serious tone carrying in her voice wipes the smile off Cato’s face. He notes of a flock of birds taking flight in a panicked burst of flapping and squawking, some flying in the direction of the beach while others seemingly disappear into the edge of the arena. The water sloshes in the flask as Clio quickly twists the seal tight. He felt it this time.

“The beach. We need to get to the beach!” He shouts.

“What? Why?” Gloss shouts back before his attention is drawn to the rumbling beneath the ground. Shouting expletives, he frantically looks for a clear path to the sand, as Cato mirrors his actions; grabbing at Clio’s free wrist and nodding his head in the direction of the centre of the arena.

“No!” Clio disagrees. “We don’t have time. We need to find some kind of shelter and stay low! Some big tree or something!”

The chorus of vibrations grows and sends alarm shivering through their bodies. Instinctively their eyes turn to the towering trunks surrounding them as they widen in realisation, finding two particularly thick trees a short distance away. Big enough to offer some form of protection. As they begin to run, the earth shakes and it feels as though the ground slips right from beneath them, forcing them down to land on their hands and knees. Blood spills from their hands from the forceful motion of landing ungracefully onto hard ground littered with sharp bark and exposed tree roots. The rocking motion continues as small cracks start to spread across the ground, spreading by the second whilst the four of them are stuck moving from one side to the other. Loud crashes can be heard and the loud zapping sound of electricity fills their ears - the same one they had heard last night. Scrambling up, the ground continues to toss them around as they split into pairs and lunge for the large trees.

Right as they reach the tree, the ground lurches upwards under them and sends Clio flying. Her face makes the first contact as she slams into the rough bark of the tree, leaving a large gash on the side of her face. Pain shoots to her nose. Dropping to a squat, she clings to the tree. Her fingers are white-knuckled against the bark as Cato crouches protectively over her, his body as small as he could possibly make it to try and stabilise his balance and form a human barricade over the top of Clio’s smaller body.

Small forest animals dart and scurry away as quickly as possible to seek whatever shelter remains. Rocks tumble from perches, leaves snap as they rain down like confetti and cracks stretch across the terrain as the tremors intensify further. The four of them remain glued to the tree as they watch and listen to sounds of splintering wood, thunderous impact and rain of branches as several of the giant, seemingly immovable, trees surrender to the force and crash to the jungle floor.

Eventually, the shaking diminishes to a small rumble and the four careers carefully push themselves to a stand, both pairs gripping each other's hand tightly. They glance between each other and the giant split in the earth that almost splits the jungle into two but before they can speak, the crunching of twigs and branches covers the air. They take a few steps back away from the source of the noise as they watch the trees beside them begin to vibrate. The earth’s movement suddenly coming to a halt jolts them forward just as a giant wave comes roaring down the hill. There is a loud, high-pitched scream as at least ten feet of water gushes past them, forming a dense wall as it speeds up with every metre it gains.

“Shit.” Cashmere mumbles just after a cannon sounds through the arena.

“Twelve down.” Gloss reminds them with a smile on his face. “And we aren’t having to do anything.” The water continues to surge past them, and a loud crashing sound reaches their ears as the wave hits the salt lake in the centre and smashes against the metal of the cornucopia. Almost immediately afterwards, the water seems to drain from the splice of jungle, leaving only sparse, wet soil with gaps missing where various trees have been pushed downstream.

“I’m a prophet.” Clio laughs as she walks around the tree she was previously gripping and wipes at the blood gathering on the cut on her face with the sleeve of her wetsuit; staining it with a mixture of the thick red liquid and bead of sweat.

“This isn’t funny, Clio.” Gloss scolds her, yet again.

“Oh come on, man.” Cato scoffs as he joins his girlfriend’s side. “It is kind of funny. She told you they were gonna flood us.”

“Lighten up, Gloss.” Cashmere agrees, gently placating her brother. “It was sort of funny, and it means that we’re getting good at predicting what’s going to happen. Let’s keep moving.”

“We shouldn’t.” Gloss declares. “We should turn around.”

“And make no ground?” Cato challenges him.

“The earthquakes started up again. What’s to say the tsunami won’t?”

“Well I don’t really want to face the spiders again and standing here will get us absolutely nowhere, so I’m going.” Clio proclaims as she starts to walk closer towards the area of wet soil.

“Suit yourself!” Gloss shouts, hand moving to grip his spear slung over his back.

“Fine!” Clio retorts and nods her head in that direction, beckoning Cato to follow her as he mutters his annoyance about not being able to kill Gloss under his breath. They can hear Cashmere quietly reprimanding her brother - reminding him of why they teamed up with the couple in the first place - before she calls out for them to wait.

“Hold on! We’re coming.”

“Alright,” Clio shrugs nonchalantly as a smile returns to Cato’s face. “Lead the way.”

She gestures her arm out in front of her to allow the siblings to walk ahead of her. Gloss breaks into a jog, shouting behind him for them to hurry as his sister speeds up to catch up with him.

“I’m fucking sick of him bossing us around, Clio.”

“I know,” She huffs as she bursts with initial acceleration to keep their allies in her sights. “There’s only eleven left so the second it’s dark, we get it done.”

They smile at each other as they run, moving with urgency under the thick humidity as the scent of damp earth envelopes them. Beneath their feet, the soil yields with every stride sending splashes of earthy droplets into the air. The wet soil clings to their boots, leaving muddy footprints in their wake - something they’re all aware they should be conscious of covering but also aware that they don’t care enough to do that right now with the threat of another tidal wave looming over them. Drops of moisture fall from the remaining trees overhead, mingling with the beads of perspiration that trickle down their temples and gather on their clammy skin.

They keep up their pace until the ground underneath their feet returns to the dry, cracked soil and they drop to a much slower amble. It is far too fucking hot to be running , Clio thinks to herself and is relieved when Cashmere is the one to voice that same thought to her brother. The four of them wipe continuously at the sweat on their brow as they finally stop against another large tree. They drop to their knees when their ‘leader’ calls for a rest to catch their breath and moderate their body temperatures again. Clio swipes her legs underneath her and rests her body weight on the base of the tree, swinging them on top of Cato’s once the others follow her lead; creating a similar semicircle formation as they had in their last rest break earlier on. Each of them takes large swigs from their flask, groaning as the lukewarm liquid slips down their throats; giving them some form of momentary relief from the heat and the thick, humid air that had only doubled in intensity since the sun came up. The gentle rustling of leaves returns as the birds and insects hum above them and the sunlight shines on their faces. They close their eyes again for a moment, each sliding to lie on their backs, head behind their heads for support.

Suddenly Cashmere pushes herself to a stand, answering the questioning looks she receives by gesturing to the depths of the jungle with a nod of her head. “I need to pee. Clio, cover me?”

“Fine.” Clio groans, shoving her feet to the floor and following her friend into the jungle.

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deanstead · 3 years

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Scared The Hell Out Of Me

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Request by @deandaydreaming: Can I pleaaase request an angsty dean x reader one shot where they get separated during a hunt and when they finally find each other she gets stabbed in the back (just like what happened to Sam) and she's bleeding so much and he nearly loses her...can you pleaaase include all the details, that makes it easier to imagine the story! Thank you so much! Love you 💚

Warnings: mentions of injury/blood, angst, fluff

A/N: Hope you like how this turned out and what I did with it! Always love writing about protective dean so thank you for the request!! As always would appreciate to hear what you guys think so hit up my ask/replies or even tags when you reblog! Thanks for all the love!

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The door creaked as you pushed it open with one foot.

Being alone in a potentially haunted abandoned building was not what you had in mind when you had agreed with Sam that three of you should take on this case.

You’d entered the building with Sam and Dean but had lost them in the labyrinth of a building about half an hour ago. Your cell wasn’t working either, probably because the spirit or spirits were interfering with the signal.

You raised your gun as you walked out of the room, hesitating a little before letting your voice travel a little tentatively down the corridor. “Dean?”

You were met with silence.

You gritted your teeth but treaded carefully, swiveling your head this way and that, straining your ears to hear the sound of footsteps.

That’s when you felt it, a slight gust of wind before the hairs on the back of your neck rose.

You spun around, finding yourself facing the spirit. You gave a yelp of surprise, but before you could even pull the trigger, you felt it throw you backwards.

You groaned as you felt yourself slam against the wall, the force of it knocking the breath out of you and you sank to the ground. You didn’t have time to hesitate. Staring at the spirit that was now holding a knife, you pulled your gun upwards and let out a shot, the salt pellet shooting out of your gun.

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Dean’s head snapped up as he heard a gunshot ring out.

“Y/N.” He muttered as he ran towards the sound.

“Dean, wait!” Sam called and Dean spun around. “I’ll go down to the basement. If I’m right, I might be able to find the bones there.”

Dean hesitated.

“I’ll be fine.” Sam said, turning away. “Find her.” Sam stressed, running in the opposite direction.

Dean started running. He’d been looking for you since you had been separated. He didn’t like not knowing where you were, especially in the middle of a hunt – a hunt for a violent spirit that was taking place in a huge abandoned building.

Dean glanced at his phone, the no signal sign still flashing. Gritting his teeth, he picked up his pace, moving towards where he thought the gunshot had come from, hoping he was running in the right direction.

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You groaned, your shoulder throbbing from the impact with the wall.

“Damn spirits.” You muttered, clambering to your feet and looking around again. You really hated hunting spirits, they were nasty and unless you knew where their remains were, it was almost impossible to fight them.

You hated spirits. But even more than that, you hated spirits that could freaking hold weapons.

The sound of footsteps made you turn your head again. Your gun still held protectively out in front of you as it got nearer and nearer.

“Dean.” You exhaled as you saw your favourite person in the world round the corner.

Dean’s expression echoed your feeling of relief – glad that he was safe and also feeling much better just being able to see his face again.

“Y/N.” Dean’s relief could be heard in his voice as he moved towards you, smiling, letting his hand which was gripping his gun fall to his side.

It happened in an instant. The hairs on the back of your neck rose and you saw Dean’s expression change. Then, you felt it – a sharp pain in your lower back as you felt the knife pierce your skin. You let out a strangled cry as you felt the knife twist.

“No! Y/N!” Dean yelled, pulling out his gun to shoot, aiming straight for the spirit that was behind you. Before he could even pull the trigger, the spirit gave a cry as it went out in flames. Sam had done it, he’d found the remains, salted and burned it. Just a few seconds too late

“Y/N!” Dean sprinted to you as you fell to your knees. It felt like your whole life force was being sucked out of you, you could almost feel the energy seeping out of you bit by bit.

Dean closed the gap between you, sliding the last few inches on his knees, taking you by your shoulders the moment you were within reach.

“D…”

“No, no, no…” Dean muttered, pulling you towards him. Your face fit snugly into his shoulder like it always did but this time, Dean didn’t like how motionless you were. He reached his hand around to your back, finding the penetration wound from the spirit’s attack, pressing his hand against it.

When Dean pulled away, his hand was stained with blood. Your blood. Enough blood that Dean was really worried. It didn’t look like something a little patching up would fix. Dean pressed down on your wound again.

Dean pulled you upwards. “Hey, hey, look at me.” He spoke, putting his free hand to your face.

Your eyes were fluttering shut. “No, no, sweetheart please.” Dean whispered. “Baby, don’t give up on me.”

“Dean, I can’t…” You muttered.

“No, no. Don’t give up on me, honey. You’re okay, you’re going to be okay.” Dean pleaded.

“Y/N?” Dean felt your body go limp in his arms.

“Y/N!” Dean yelled, his voice echoing against the walls.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice broke through Dean’s panic. He hadn’t even heard his brother’s footsteps. “Oh god.” Sam whispered.

“Dean!” Sam shouted, pulling Dean out of his paralyzing fear. “We have to get her out of here. I’ll get the car, come on.”

Dean pulled himself up, scooping your motionless body into his arms, one of his hands still pressed onto your back.

The empty building felt even larger than it had felt just now. Dean picked up his pace as quick as he could with you in his arms, running after Sam.

Dean held you close to him, laying you into the Impala and climbing into the backseat with you as Sam jumped into the car and started the engine.

Laying your head gently on his lap, Dean quickly shed his jacket, rolling it up into a ball and pushing it under you, pressing it against the wound.

“Sam, faster.” Dean said through gritted teeth as he looked down at you.

“You hang in there, you hear me?” Dean whispered, as Sam pressed harder on the accelerator, speeding towards the hospital.

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Sam pulled up the hospital as Dean scrambled out, scooping you back into his arms and onto a stretcher the nurses had brought out.

Dean followed close behind as the nurses pushed you in, a doctor catching up to them and already starting to examine you.

“We have to take her into surgery.” The words echoed in Dean’s head while he stood frozen, staring past the doctor, his eyes focused on you lying motionless in the treatment room of the emergency department.

“Thank you.” Sam’s voice sounded from next to Dean, causing Dean to pull his eyes away from you for just a moment, nodding to the doctor.

It was only after you were wheeled into surgery that Dean noticed his hands were still shaking.

Sam put a hand on Dean’s shoulder but he shrugged it off, choosing to pace up and down in the waiting room, looking down at his hands that were still stained with your blood. When Sam tried to coax him into washing off the blood, Dean gave his brother a furious look. “I’m not going anywhere.” Dean snapped.

It felt like hours before the surgeon finally stepped out.

“The injury was severe and she lost a lot of blood. The penetration nicked some of her internal organs and we found a massive internal bleed as well.” The doctor said.

Dean didn’t say anything, staring straight at the doctor.

“It wasn’t easy, but we managed to control the bleeding and repaired it. If you had come in any later, we might have lost her.” The doctor finally said, looking from Dean to Sam.

Dean let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as Sam let out a sigh of relief as well.

“Can we see her?” Dean asked, keeping his voice steady.

The doctor nodded, “We’ll transfer her to recovery in a while. A nurse will be by to get you.”

“Thanks Doctor.” Sam responded.

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The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes a few hours later was Dean’s face hovering above yours.

“Sight for sore… everything.” You muttered.

Dean sighed.

“You scared the hell out of me.” Dean said. You could see the thin stress lines in his forehead, the way his green eyes watched you carefully, as if afraid you would slip past him again.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

Dean’s eyebrows twitched a little before he shook his head. “I could hear you, Dean.” You whispered. “I could hear you calling me, talking to me… I just couldn’t answer you. I couldn’t…” You paused. “That was scary as hell.”

Dean sighed, scooting a little closer to you. “You’re telling me. I thought I was going to lose you.”

You reached for his hand. “I’m sorry.” You whispered again.

Instead of answering you, Dean bent towards you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before putting an arm around you, tucking you tightly into him as you closed your eyes, once again enveloped by the feeling of safety of Dean’s mere presence.

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Porco Requests? I've got plenty. This man is running through my mind 24/7 now. What about Porco with a super shy s/o? This man would treat his S/o right. Uncomfortable? Just tell me why. Too nervous? I'll tell everyone to shut up and listen to you. UGH I LOVE THIS MAN.

“i’ll make them listen, don’t worry baby”

pairing: porco galliard x gender neutral reader

cw: modern au, langage, fluff

word count: 1300+

a/n: brooo porco is so baby i love him so much, i’m a simp

summary: in which you the shy reader are in a relationship with porco

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THIS MAN WOULD BE THE SWEETEST BOYFRIEND EVER.

He’d definitely be the one who came up to you asking for your number, you’d probably be walking outside of uni or something and he saw you and he needed your number.

Asks for it with the worst pick up line ever, something along the lines of I seem to have forgotten my phone number, can I have yours? You were an entire mess refusing to meet his eye and even forgetting that numbers have 9 digits and not 8.

You don’t even give him your name; you just say your number and leave in a hurry.

His bad pick-up line clearly did wonders to you.

He’d definitely text you straight after with his name and start asking questions, can’t lie he’d carry the conversation until you became comfortable with him.

He would definitely ask you to dinner or the movies on the weekend, you aired him for 20 minutes in shock.

No words, he’d see the three dots in the bubble multiple times and then it’d disappear.

Half an hour later, a simple yes comes through. You’d never told him how you texted and called all your friends for advice on the mysterious man.

You make your friends follow you both on your date, they actually take notes on how he opens the restaurant door for you, pulls the chair out, pays for the meal, he's such a gentleman and he does the talking after he realises, you’re shy around him.

He would walk you home, you’d both do that thing where your hands keep brushing against each other before he finally just grabs your fingers.

You’d give him a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night and this man would blush so hard. His ears would prick pink and a redness with speckle across his face. He hides it so quickly and before you can go inside, he’d ask for another date in the quietest voice possible.

You accept, who fucking wouldn’t.

A couple months into your relationship, the facetimes and texts were equally split between you two.

You’d scream down the phone to tell him about the new anime merch that had just arrived or complain about your day. You do not talk half an hour to send a message to him anymore.

Your friends think you two will marry, it’s certain, they have it all planned.

Even with your shyness around new people you got along with his friends having met them a couple times. Pieck was always your favourite person to see at parties and gatherings but you were often talked over a lot when the louder confident ones at the parties spoke.

Porco would notice this in an instant and always try and get your opinion out knowing that you liked the topic and had insight on it.

This man will literally tell everybody to shut the fuck up (politely to not make you embarrassed), just so they can hear you speak.

He also does it just to listen to you ramble on about your favourite topics.

*heart eyes*.

Or if someone makes you uncomfortable by getting too close or trying to get with you, this man will be at your side, lacing his fingers with yours and taking you to people you’re more comfortable with.

All in all this man is a simp and would bring but the best in you.

“Y/n, Porco, you guys finally made it.” Pieck laughed a drink in her hand as she slouched against the sofa, the sound of music blaring and lights flashing sent you to grab onto your boyfriend's arm.

He could already sense your unease at your surroundings, your grip tightening as his arm wrapped around you. “I’ll stay by your side the entire night.”

You smile nodding at the boy, his blonde hair pulled back as usual, he gave a soft smile back before kissing your forehead. You had expected a night filled with drinking and being around friends, but you seemed to have been taken by Bertholdt and Reiner with Porco following along to the living room.

They sat down as you situated yourself next to Porco, his hand in your hair as you leant against his body, the conversation had been boring, talking about some game on the PS4 that you had heard Porco shouting at a couple weeks ago.

“I won that match.” Porco took a swig of the drink, your own drink on the table as you stared at it bored out of your mind.

Reiner raised an eyebrow leaning his arms around the sofa, “fuck that you know I won it all together, one-win doesn’t make you a winner.”

Porco scowled at the boy before the conversation turned to something you enjoyed a lot more, “this guy really said Ichigo would beat Naruto.” Your ears perked at the conversation; it was between people you hadn't met but Annie had noticed how your eyes widened knowing you’d have the best input.

She smiled starting to converse with the boys, “what the fuck really?”

You had always loved Bleach and Naruto, your favourite being Bleach and having talked to death about it to Porco and now with Annie including you, you had started to break off from your shyness, “Y/n’s up to date on both manga’s actually.” Annie was often cold with people but you two had become friends with ease having the same interests and her coldness and your shyness became an unlikely duo.

“Let me guess another Ichigo simp.” One of the guys said and you gave a wary look, Ichigo was hot. You knew that and you knew that being a girl involved in a manga that had been directed towards teen boys made you become quiet. “She probably read the manga for the guys.”

“Not really.” You muttered, “I read it because it was actually interesting especially when Ichigo fights Ulquiorra”.

Your entire statement had been ignored and Annie had tried to include you, but you continued to be dismissed as just another girl simping for the characters. Of course you were a simple but to exclude you too one category was disheartening. You moved closer to Porco, he had watched the scene, how you had been ignored and now with your head leaning against his chest once again.

“I’ll make them listen, don’t worry baby.” His voice was a soft whisper, leaving a soft kiss against your forehead before starting to converse with the guys. “You guys are talking about who would win?”

“Yeah, some guy saw Ichigo and thought he’d win against Naruto.” Porco started nodding, acting like he knew who these characters were, of course he had some idea of who they were, but he hadn't watched either as he got bored of how long it was.

“Oh, my girlfriends read and watched both, she’s better suited to this.” He pointed to you as you smiled at him, he was never going to tell them to our right shut up as it’d be a dick move, but it allowed for you to talk.

You gave a soft smile before you joined the conversation properly, the guys seemed intrigued by your opinion. Explaining both sides and why other anime fans would believe it to occur, as you sat upright rambling and talking. Porco watched with an intense look, he didn't need to speak, just watch and admire. He knew how you’d talk and talk and talk about anything you were interested in, but he saw how even with your initial shyness and dismissiveness they listened. Adding their own input, his hand went to reach your fingers, you felt it lacing your fingers.

He could listen to you talk forever, listen to every single word you ever said. Because he loved you and in those moments. Just staring at your beauty, the way your fingers gripped his own, the soft necklace he had bought your across your neck. He knew you’d be the one he’d spend the rest of his life with.

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brookecuzyes · 3 years

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three years of you. — tear myself apart

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: it’s only been a couple of days, which were full of tears and regret. however, that regret wasn’t on their part until a simple comment was made. (Part 3 of a series)

Word Count: ≈3.4k

Warnings: cursing, alcohol intake, angst (Anyone drinking alcohol in this chapter is of the legal drinking age in the United States, which is 21.)

A/N: thank y’all for reading! this has already gained a lot of readers and so i am happy about that. love you guys sm 💕 songs included in this fic are not mine. any characters mentioned are not mine, and belong to their respected owners. and ofc, i don’t own the celebrities either. i do check comments/reblogs, so please be respectful!!

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You’ve got this, you can do it.

You tried consoling yourself. Normally, he would be here to help calm you down— or at least call if he could physically be there. He’d be there if you were about to have a panic attack, he’d be there to make sure that you were OK.

But you aren’t.

An entire audience full of strangers who listened to the songs, who listened to your heartbreak. Now, they get to watch your heart break live.

He wouldn’t— no, couldn’t— be there to comfort you. He couldn’t be there to tell you that everything will be fine. He fucked up, he’s the one who messed up that relationship…

“…then why did you show up?”

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Glasses clinked. Chatter was taking place all around. Honestly, it was a little overwhelming.

You sat down at the booth with the whole band. Saturday had rolled around, which you hadn’t noticed since you were lost in an almost depressive state where time was non-existent. However, the karaoke bar definitely woke you up.

“Alright, guys,” Luke, the lead guitarist, said, holding a couple of drinks in his hands. “Tonight is the night! The tradition kicks in once again, and Monday we start recording. Let’s celebrate and relax.” Julie, the lead singer and the girlfriend of Luke, followed behind him, setting more drinks down on the table. Flynn, the unofficial manager of the band, let out a loud, “woo!”, making everyone laugh. All of you grabbed a glass and clinked them together, all taking a sip at the same time. Your face crunched when you processed the drink.

“Jesus, Luke, what is this?” you questioned.

“Alcohol,” he said blatantly.

“Yeah, no shit,” you shot back, shaking off the effects.

“I just said that we’re relaxing— that’s exactly what alcohol does!”

“Or maybe you're just an alcoholic?” Alex joked, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t drink that much.” Luke defended.

“That’s what an alcoholic would say.” The whole band started laughing at the ongoing banter. It isn’t often when Alex made witty remarks like that, and everyone always enjoyed it when he did.

On another note, you felt as if you absolutely needed this drink. Given what’s been going on this last week, you felt like you deserved it. Though, you knew you’d regret this tomorrow. You knew Alex was keeping an eye out for you. The rest of the band didn’t know yet, they just knew that something happened, which is why you left Italy so early. They were all confused, but didn’t ask upon it when Alex glared daggers at them when they tried. So, thankfully, they did back off. But, it doesn’t mean that they weren’t concerned.

You had been talking, making it seem as if everything was fine, but Alex’s heart broke when he picked up on it. However, with the alcohol about to course through your veins, it would be harder from him to be able to pick up on whether you were drunk or going through it. Regardless, he was going to make sure that you were having fun and not thinking about your ex.

“Hey,” Flynn said, “why don’t we start the karaoke? I think we all have enough alcohol in our systems to do this.”

“I vote for Alex to go first!” You said, raising your hand. “Do Micheal Bublé.”

“Woah, hold up, I never even said-“

“It doesn’t matter. What I say goes. Now go.” He sighed, laughing as he stood up from the booth. He went over to the guy and told him what song he wanted to do. They got everything set up, and Alex got on stage.

“Let’s go, Alex!” You cheered on, making him smile and blush just a bit— though that wasn’t entirely visible from where you guys decided to sit.

The song started playing, and Alex started singing. It took you a few seconds to recognize the song but you figured it out.

“Oh, he’s singing Feeling Good. I love that song,” you whispered to Reginald, the bassist, who was sitting next to you. He looked to you over his shoulder, smiling. He hadn’t seen you so “out there” since you got back. It was nice to see you getting back to normal. Though, he didn’t actually know why you weren’t normal to begin with.

And I’m feeling… good.

You cheered Alex on again, dancing along to the beat with the whole band. Alex didn’t sing much, but when he did you cherished those moments. That’s why he songs Now or Never and Stand Tall on the band’s very first album are your favorite.

“God, I love his voice,” Reggie said, as if he read your mind.

“Yeah, and look at him,” you pointed out the way his body is moving with the music. The way he was just lost in a musical haze. It was enchanting. “That’s what his anxiety covers up.”

Alex soon finished, hopping off of the stage with an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, babe,” you said, noticing his expression. “That was the best performance tonight by far. Not even Julie could compare to how amazing that was.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she said, drawing out the ‘thanks’ in a sarcastic way. You raised your glass to her.

“Anytime, Jules,” you replied, raising your eyebrow and taking a sip. She laughed, letting the comment you made slip— for now at least.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Flynn exclaimed. “How about we take a couple photos and post them to our accounts? Y’know, to celebrate this very special moment.” Everyone collectively agreed. Pictures were taken left and right— and others were taken throughout the night, too— and each person had a different photo that they were each going to post. You had decided that you were going to post yours now, not wanting to forget later on tonight or tomorrow.

You captioned it:

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

It was perfect and you posted it, after letting everyone see it to make sure it was OK. Within minutes people already saw it and were liking and commenting. You made sure to turn your phone off before it started going crazy. Julie and Luke decided to go up and do a duet with each other. They choose Little Do You Know. Their voices were beautiful singing the song. They mashed just so perfectly. You recorded them, knowing that you would 100% show them this at their wedding. (They aren’t engaged, but it’s bound to happen sooner or later.)

You weren’t paying attention to the notifications spamming the top of your screen, though you did look back once to see if the camera was aligned with their bodies. That’s when you saw a specific notification. One thing that you absolutely forgot when you posted that photo was that Måneskin could still see your posts. The only reason you remembered was because Victoria responded to your post.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

The second you saw it, you put your head in your hands, mentally slapping yourself. If Victoria saw it, then the rest of the band is going to see, meaning Damiano would see it. Fuck, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Alex asked, placing a hand on your arm. You looked up at him showing him the comment. “I don’t understand.”

“Victoria commented. Meaning Damiano’s probably gonna see it.”

“Not if he’s blocked.”

“I didn’t block him, we’re still mutuals.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Alex. Maybe I just haven’t gotten to it yet.” You realized the angered tone in your voice, not meaning to be rude to Alex. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”

“No, it’s okay. Hey, maybe if he does end up seeing it, he’ll just be jealous. Damiano will see everything he’s missing out on.”

“What is Damiano missing out on?” Julie asked, sitting back down with Luke.

“Oh, it’s nothing-“ Alex started, but you cut him off.

“I left Italy because Damiano was talking to another girl. It caused too many problems, so I left.” Everyone went silent. Everyone’s eyes softened at you, unsure of what to say.

“Y/N…”

“It’s fine. I’m here now. It doesn’t matter.” Silence fell once again, especially on Alex’s behalf. He knew you weren’t fine, he knew it mattered— whether you said it or not. “Sorry if I kinda killed tonight’s vibe.”

“N-No, you’re fine,” Reggie said. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, you didn’t ruin anything. I am glad that you told us, though. We’ve been worried.” Luke said, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward just a bit. You felt your phone vibrate but didn’t think anything of it— probably just another person on Instagram.

“Sorry that I made you guys worry. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up. It’s just been a hard couple of days. This shit isn’t easy,” you explained, mumbling the last part. Everyone stayed silent, none wanting to make something worse.

“Luke, why don’t you and the guys go grab some food?” Julie suggested, placing a hand on Luke’s back, turning her attention back to you.

“Oh, yeah. Guys, let’s go,” Luke said, getting the hint. The boys got up and left, each giving you a sympathetic look. The girls, on the other hand, all stayed behind.

“Alright, listen up,” Flynn started. “Tonight is not the night to mope around. You can do that tomorrow when you’re hungover.”

“Right now,” Julie jumped in, “you’re gonna forget about that asshole, get your ass out there, and sing your heart out, dammit!” Your eyes widened at the girls’ sternness. A smile started creeping from your lips, Julie and Flynn following behind you. Soon enough, the three of you started laughing your asses off.

“Ok, ok, I’m convinced. I’ll have fun tonight. Thanks,” you said, trying to shake off the laughter so you can speak. You grabbed your drink, taking a sip of it. It was the same drink Luke got you earlier. Damn it, Luke. You shook your head to shake off the kick the drink had. Flynn chuckled at your antics, taking a sip of her, not as strong, drink. The guys soon came back with some snack-type items in their hands.

“Are we all good now?” Alex asked, setting down the plate on the table and looking your way.

“Yep, we’re all good now,” Julie answered, taking a sip of her drink. You chuckle at her, reaching for some of the food on the table. “But, Y/N’s about to sing for us.”

“Woah, wait, now?”

“What did I say? You’re gonna sing your heart out.”

You groaned, slumping back in your set in a joking— yet, not entirely joking— way. “Julie, I didn’t realize that you meant right now.”

“Ok, so? Get up there, Y/N! C’mon it’ll be fun.” You contemplated. I should go, you thought, it could be fun.

“Fine, I’ll go,” you announced, getting up from your seat. Reggie and Flynn got up from theirs so you could get out. When you got up, you turned to Reginald.

“C’mon, you’re doing this with me,” you said, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to the guy supervising the karaoke.

“I didn’t really wanna sing right now. Nerves, y’know?” Reggie explained.

“So? Reggie, I get that nerves are real, but there’s no way in hell I’m doing this alone.” You opened up a book full of songs, and was going through the selection.

“Why couldn’t you just get someone else?”

“Because I think our voices clash very well together.” You turned your head to him and gave him a smile. He shyly smiled back. You looked back at the book and held it up to Reggie. “What about this one?” you asked, pointing to a song. Reggie read it and smiled.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he said, grabbing the pen and marking off the song and writing your names. You stood back, waiting for him to finish. When he did, he turned around.

“Alright, I’ve got us down. Wanna head up?” He asked, holding his hand out with a playful smile.

“Let’s do it,” you said, grabbing a hold of his hand, him taking you up the stairs and into the stage.

When you walked up, you saw the screen in front of you turn on, switching to the lyrics of the song. The lights were bright, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. You saw some people stare at you, but it was mainly the rest of the band. Reginald walked to the microphone set up on the far left, you took the other. The song started playing, immediately relaxing you. Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought. The song you chose was a favorite of you and Reggie— Meet Me At Our Spot. Of course, the band loved it too, but they got bored with it after a while since you two were always blasting it wherever you went. You actually had some inspiration from this song and wrote a little tune, but you had no lyrics at the moment.

When I wake up

I cant even stay up

I slept through the day, fuck

I’m not getting younger

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“Victoria, you don’t understand-“

“No, you don’t understand, Damiano!” Victoria raised her voice at him. They never argued. They’ve known each other since childhood and nothing had ever caused an issue, except for this.

“I did nothing wrong.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looks to me that you broke your lovers heart.”

“Y/N left me,” he said, trying to reason.

“They might have physically left, but, Damiano, you were gone a long time ago.” She started towards the front door of his house, grabbing her keys.

“Where are you going?” Damiano asked.

“Home. But, let me tell you something first, Dami.” She put her hand on the doorknob. “It doesn’t matter how you try to defend yourself, you fucked up. You broke Y/N’s heart. You were talking to someone else. The damage is done. If you’re gonna try and get them back, you’re gonna have to try really damn hard. You want to get Y/N back, right?”

Silence followed. Victoria gave him a second to compose himself, but ultimately feared the worst. “Dami…”

“I mean, yeah, but-“

“No buts. You shouldn’t be saying ‘but’, you have no reason to.” Damiano just looked at her. “Wow… unbelievable.” Victoria opened the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Damiano walked up to the door and locked it. He headed back to the living room and heard his phone ding. He picked it up and saw that you had posted a photo.

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

He sighed. He unlocked his phone, and went to go see the photo you posted. You looked nice. Happy. What was the tradition again?

Right, karaoke. The weekend before the band records an album, everyone goes to a karaoke bar. He scrolled down a bit and saw a comment. He saw Victoria’s comment.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

He figured that she saw the post before she pulled out of his driveway. He debated on what he should do.

Yeah, he fucked up. But, it really wasn’t that bad. It’s not like he cheated. It was just talking. He wanted to tell you that you look great, but wasn’t sure how you would feel about it. Like Y/N would care what I think, he thought to himself. You never broke up, though. Plus, he needs to know what’s going on, how you’re doing. He’s concerned. Couldn’t be the worst thing— it’s not like the internet knows yet.

Ok, I’ll just just comment.

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Caught a vibe

Baby, are you coming for the ride

I just wanna look into your eyes

I just wanna stay for the night, night, night

You and Reginald were jamming out to the song, as per usual. Everyone was loving it, even the rest of the band. It was the most fun you’ve had in a hot second.

When we take a drive

Maybe we can take the 405

Hypnotized by the light

Man, this must be the life

As the song ended, everyone cheered you two on. You went over and hugged Reggie on his side, him giving a small hug back. You guys walked back to your booth, the whole band full of excitement. Alex got up from his seat and let the two of you in, you sitting in the corner of the booth.

“That was amazing!” Luke exclaimed.

“Thanks, we had fun,” Reggie said, practically reading your mind.

“Definitely.”

“Your voices go so well together,” Flynn remarked.

“That’s exactly what I said!” you said, hitting Reginald’s shoulder so he knows your point is proven.

“Ok, we don’t have to be violent about it,” he joked, smirking just a bit.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick. I’ll be back,” you said, waiting for Alex and Reggie to stand up so you can go. You grabbed your phone, stood up, and made your way to the restroom. When you got to the restroom, you went to one of the stalls but checked your phone before you did anything else. However, you almost immediately regretted it because you saw that Damiano had commented on your photo.

What the hell does he want?

You read what he had commented, and, honestly, you wanted to laugh.

You look great tonight, as you do every night, amore

You couldn’t believe it. Amore, really? you thought to yourself. You looked up from your phone, looking at the stall door. You contemplated what to do next:

For starters, keeping the comment wouldn’t be out of the norm for your followers. They knew about you and Damiano. However, if you deleted (which you really wanted to do), everyone would notice. People would speculate. Or, you could just go off on Damiano privately. That would be too harsh. But, this is your account— your decision. Do you want to have your cheater boyfriend compliment you the way he did?

You know what, do it later, you thought, turning off your phone and finally, actually, using the restroom.

Once you finished, you exited the stall and walked over to the sinks. You washed your hands, not able to get that damn comment off of your mind.

You walked out of the restroom and back over to the booth, but you didn’t sit down.

“Alex,” you said, standing next to him. “Can I talk to you?” He looked up at you, unsure of what you wanted to talk about, but got up anyway. You grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

When you two got out there, you sat down on a bench, Alex following your move.

“Is everything alright?” You opened your phone and went to Instagram, showing Alex to comment Damiano left. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I just don’t know what to do, and it is tearing me apart. Do I delete it? Do I keep it? Do I argue with him?”

“Delete the comment, and, Y/N, please, block him on social media. You don’t have to block his number, but you should block him everywhere else.”

“Why not his number,” you asked.

“Because you need closure. At some point, you’re gonna want to text him or call him and try to get some understanding as to why he did what he did. You haven’t actually broken up yet. Maybe that’s how you finish off?”

After a moment of contemplation (again), you nodded your head slowly.

“Ok. Yeah, ok, I’ll do that.” You lowered your head and searched through your following to find Damiano’s account. You clicked the three dots at the top, and looked for the block button.

“You sure this is the right thing to do?”

“Yes. Want me to do it?”

“No, no, it’s fine. I can do it.”

You looked at the button for a second. You’ve never even thought of blocking him before. I’m your mind, he was the one. Now? Well, you’re blocking him because he cheated on you, so obviously your idea of him completely shifted.

I can do this.

Your hands started shaking slightly, your heart was beating like crazy.

I can do this.

Slowly, you moved your finger over the button.

Click it, it’ll be fine.

And, so, you did. You clicked the button.

You felt free.

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jimines · 3 years

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Whats actually happened between you and taemaknae? I read about it on the tea blog and still confused

This is an insanely long story so I'm going to put it below the cut so for anyone interested in this absolute shit show, continue on.

Essentially, I posted these headers about a month ago:

It was a set of like 8 colours and it was the first time I had ever posted any headers or anything. The issue nic had with these, was the ripped paper bottom. Because apparently you can trademark that. I had asked a (now ex) “friend” of mine if she knew where I could find the ripped paper effect because I had seen the effect on the header of her network blog and I had been trying to find a similar thing for months and google images never gave me anything good. She ended up referring me to google images anyways and after like an hour of dedicated searching, I found this ripped paper effect and used it. This ex “friend” went on to tell another friend of mine that I had "asked where nicole gets her resources for her headers" and then screenshotted my dm as "proof", which still confuses me because I never mentioned nicole there lmao. I've seen the screenshot.

Tell me where I said nicole. It was literally just a question born from seeing the header they had on their network lmao. I feel it’s important to mention I didn’t know this person ran said network at that time, which is why i said “these people”.

This other friend then came to me and just said my headers "may be seen as similar to nic's” and said she noticed it on her own and never mentioned my other “friend” approaching her. I was confused because other than that ripped paper effect that I know many people on tumblr use, I saw no similarities. Nic's headers are usually more complex and more than just a coloured background with a little effect in it. I just wanted to make some simple headers for fun because I was bored. But, regardless, I messaged nic about it to make sure she didn't feel the same way. I told her a friend of mine was worried nic might think my headers are similar to her's and I assured her that if she found them similar I would take them down, no questions asked. Nic told me she was surprised this friend brought it up and told me that it was entirely up to me if I found the headers similar. She never once told me she felt they were the same, never mentioned anything about them, she insisted it was up to me to do as I pleased. So, since I genuinely found no similarities, I left them up.

About a week went by and things between nic and I were fine, or so I thought, based off the fact that she was interacting with my posts, sending me cute asks and replying to a lot of my comments and stuff being kind and whatnot. Then, I decided to post a small list of my creations and the series I had running at the time.

After that, all of a sudden I got an influx of rude hate anons:

To anyone I mentioned the anons to, they agreed with me, you cannot trademark circular icons. This anon also accused me saying “just the fact that you had an anxiety attack about it proves you copied them” Like no sweetie, it’s called three strangers walked into my house and I got anxious.

Despite me not seeing the issue, I messaged nic, assuming she wouldn't care about the icons (it wasn't like I was taking her exact work and copying and pasting them as my own) and that made her very upset. When she responded to me, she was incredibly heated and gave off the vibe she was waiting for me to message her about it.

She said things like "this has actually been bothering me for a while", "i expected you to be able to read between the lines and delete the headers", "i don't know who that anon was but clearly they recognize my style". For starters, she never told me that she was annoyed with me, she was being very kind to me publicly. And I have no idea how I was meant to “read between the lines” of what she said especially considering how kind she was to me the following days. I also never accused her of knowing this anon, she just insisted it wasn't her and she didn't know them right off the bat. She also insinuated that I copied my gifs from others as well, which ticked me off because I made my 100+ layer psd myself thank you very much. But I kept my cool, and I told her I had no idea she felt the way she did, and I told her I would delete the headers (which i did as the conversation was going on), and that I would stop posting my icons and bringing attention to them because no one ever paid it any mind before that point. And I asked her “please tell me straight up the next time you have an issue with me because I am generally pretty dumb with social cues”, I have my adhd to thank for that. And instead of replying, she just blocked me. And conveniently, the hate anons stopped dead right after we blocked each other and I haven't received any since.

Also, these are the kinds of icons I posted:

Looks pretty generic and idk, universal, right?

Then, as I've recently found out today, she was in an "anti-loverjimin" groupchat with at least 2 other bloggers.

Which explains why this all went and fell into place. I know who the two other bloggers are because of what happened two days later but I won't name them just yet, but these two people had been "friends" with me for several months. So, a day or two after nic blocked me, all of a sudden some good friends of mine were blocking me and not talking to me when I asked what was going on. I found out soon after it was because nicole and those two now ex “friends” of mine had taken old dms I sent them and were showing them to people. And I will go into detail about them but I won't name the people they are about for privacy reasons.

Before I move on, to clarify some lies nic has been spreading about me, I never once shit talked nicole to my friends. One of these ex friends also said I was trying to get people on my side. I would have reacted to this all very very differently if that were the case. I would be dragging everyone through the fucking dirt but I don't get off on drama or micromanaging what my mutuals do. My issues are with these people, if you're still friends with them that's your decision i could not care less. So, back to it, the only thing I said about nic was that she and I had a stupid small fight over icons and that she was spreading lies about me, based off of what nic said to jordan.

That exact message, or slight variations of it, was sent to anyone I interacted with because I didn't know if nic was going to stop at jordan or try and get to everyone I fucking knew lmao. Some of the people I messaged this to told ME nic had done this kind of thing before, that she has sent hate anons, launched hate campaigns, cancelled people, etc. Over stupid shit like icons lmao.

Here are some responses I received after I mentioned nicole:

And nic or one of her friends also took it upon themselves to send anons to that tea blog to blow shit up and named everyone and made it an even bigger mess when they saw no one was actively trying to fight me after the dms got out.

I also love that in this following ask, they named my two “friends” that were behind the whole dm drama and backstabbed me, as well as two other people I never badmouthed, that story was twisted. But we’ll get into those details shortly.

And she also told people I clout chased big blogs and only cared about notes. At one point, yes, I did care a lot about my statistics. However, never once did I think clout chasing was worth my fucking time or energy, Nic is the biggest clout chaser on this damn site and there are receipts of that, ask jordan lmao. And I couldn’t give two shits about my statistics anymore lmao, much less anxiety that way. Do I still crave validation sometimes? Sure. But it's not a driving force of my tumblr experience like it used to be.

But, moving on to the dms, the first one was sent when I first came back to tumblr full-time and didn't understand why people self reblogged things, I found the pretence of self reblogging annoying and greedy and I complained about it and it was a comment fuelled by two bloggers that i would see sr a lot on my dash. But I never thought THEY were annoying, as these people are saying I did, it was self reblogging I found annoying and as you can see I have come to understand why people sr and I do it myself too. I didn't even know these two bloggers at this time either. That dm was cropped to hide the fact that this "friend" agreed with me and hid the date as well so it seemed recent, and was sent to one of the bloggers I mentioned as an example, someone I had since become good friends with.

I didn’t befriend one of the people I mentioned there until mid to late June. That friendship is now over thanks to this drama and all the lies. The second friend of mine they went after was never spoken about in dms, they went and turned her against me through lies and manipulation so that friendship has ended too. And while those two were doing that, nic went off to try and turn jordan against me.

There was a particular user on here that I did say some nasty things about but we weren't friends, as many people have been made to believe. I was particularly mad at this person in those dms and was hurtful, I admit, and I have since apologized and owned up to all of it to these people. I did call them fake and/or two-faced.

And what in the gassing me up bullshit was their response though lmao. I also sent this following dm before I even talked about the issue with this person. They urged me to continue and to name drop the person, and I stupidly thought they were trustworthy.

My reasoning for what I said wasn't unwarranted though, I don't make a habit of going around shit-talking people, unless they do something to me first. I vent when I am upset and this person had sent me a passive aggressive ask and then denied sending it when I asked and I thought that was just very fake, especially since she was so kind to me in dms before the ask came in. But all of these dms were cropped too to hide timestamps and responses, and in most cases, like those screenshots prove, these "friends" either gassed me up or egged me on to continue ranting or to name the people i was mad at and they had agreed with me on several, several occasions. Turns out they were trying to get dirt on me to use in their cancel campaign. But the point is, nic has made me out to be this horrible person that befriends "big blogs" (an overrated statement) and then shit talks them behind their back without remorse. Yet it was one person I said rude things about and I, again, owned up to it all and apologized to them the first day. I would've done it sooner had I a) remembered feeling the way I did all those months ago or remembered the dms themselves or b) felt that way still after meeting them. But neither is the case.

I find it really amusing though that these people wanted things to be kept quiet and didn’t want anyone they spoke to to talk to me about it because I was going to “out them on my blog” and “make a big scene”, then they three went and made it a big fucking scene and ruined my friendships. I’m familiar with this pattern of manipulation as it has happened to me in real life before and it’s the most childish bullshit to witness.

Before this callout day for nic, I had never once been directly rude to or about her, same goes for those ex “friends” that betrayed my trust and friendship. The fact that they plotted against me in a group chat while still actively talking to me and being all buddy buddy is just disgusting. Both of them were talking to me that day at the same time they were sharing the dms and shit-talking me to my friends. But yeah, that's my side, the untwisted side, of the whole story. I tried to be mature and talk to nic and when I didn't do what she wanted me to do, she blocked me and launched the hate campaign with dms and the power of photoshop. I’ve been hesitant to make any of this public because it was meant to be a silent ordeal but I’ve grown tired of her constantly publicizing everything without consequence while I remain silent like I promised.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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It’s Always Been You ~ 148

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 1,800ish

Summary: the battle continues....

Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.

The fight was raging on as Clint ran through the battle field, the gauntlet and Stones with him.

“Cap!” He called over the comms. “What do you want me to do with this damn thing?”

“Get those Stones as far away as possible!” Steve ordered.

“No!” Bruce exclaimed. "We need to get them back where they came from.”

“No way to get them back. Thanos destroyed the quantum tunnel,” Tony added.

“Hold on!” Scott interrupted. “That wasn’t our only time machine.” Suddenly, the song La Cucaracha began playing.

“Anyone see an ugly, brown van up there?” Steve wondered, going to higher ground to try himself.

“Yes!” Valkyrie answered. “But you’re not gonna like where’ it’s parked!”

“Scott, how long do you need to get that thing working?” Tony asked.

“Maybe ten minutes,” Scott responded.

“Get it started,” Steve said. “We’ll get the Stones to you.”

“Not until this is finished,” Y/N said. “I need to be able to channel the Stones.” She was blasting the creatures attacking her to bits, trying to reach the Stones.

“Well hurry! You have ten minutes.”

~~~

Dr. Strange was finishing up a group of Chitauri when Tony landed beside him. His helmet disappeared as he came closer to the sorcerer.

“Hey. You said one out of 14 million, we win, yeah? Tell me this is it,” Tony begged.

“If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen,” Strange responded.

“You better be right… Just tell me if Y/N lives.”

“She demanded the same information about you. And I can’t give you what you want either.”

“I just need to know if she survives this. I don’t care about myself or anyone else, I just need to know about Y/N.”

“I cannot tell you.”

“Then promise me you’ll do everything you can to help her and keep her safe.”

Strange sighed, his heart aching the in familiarity of the conversation. “Of course.”

~~~

Y/N was trying to be careful with the amount of energy she was using. She knew that she needed to save up for a more crucial moment that laid ahead. As she fought off the army, the gauntlet was being tossed around to whoever was the safest for it at the moment. Y/N could hear the voices of who had it in her ear, but she was far more concerned with the battle in front of her.

“Rain fire!” Thanos’ voice boomed across the battlefield.

Y/N inhaled sharply and looked up at the ship that was preparing to fire. Y/N flew up as they began to fire. She quickly noted at one hit Wanda, flinging her away from where she was fighting Thanos. Angry, Y/N flung her arms out and a giant force field formed between the battlefield and the ship.

“Y/N!” A few voices exclaimed.

Tony flew up, hovering beside her. “Honey, I’m right here. You got this.” He could see the strain on her face as she tried her best to protect everyone. “Let me know when you need me and I’ll be right here to catch you.”

All Y/N could do was nod. Tony rushed back down to join the others.

“Uh, is anyone else seeing this?” Rhodey said.

Strange looked over, noticing that water is rushing from the broken dam. Flooding the battlefield. He hurried over, using his magic to stop the water. While he focused his magic on the water, Strange looked up to see how Y/N was holding up. The force field was still taking fire and Y/N seemed to be handling it okay. But there was really no way of telling from down there.

Y/N had her eye clenched, with really no idea of how she was doing what she was doing. But she knew she couldn’t stop. Taking a shaking breath, Y/N peeked her eyes open to seeing the ship’s cannons change direction. Shooting at something in the sky.

“What the hell is this?” Sam wondered.

“FRIDAY, what are they firing at?” Tony asked.

“Something just entered the upper atmosphere,” the AI answered.

A bright light of thundering energy came surging down as Carol Danvers flew through the ship. The ship exploded, crash-landing into the lake.

“Oh, yeah!” Rocket exclaimed.

“Danvers, we need an assist here,” Steve said. Carol nodded, flying down.

“Y/N, you can come down now,” Tony said as he blasted a creature away. No response. “Y/N?” He looked up. Y/N was still there, the force field slowly retracting. Everyone else paused to look up as well, trying to figure out what was going on. “Y/N, answer me!”

With the force field completely gone, Y/N hovered there for a few seconds. Tired, she tried to regain her strength. But instead, her eyes fluttered closed and she plummeted towards the earth.

“Y/N!!!!”

Tony flew to her, catching his wife and holding her tightly to him.

“I got you,” he whispered. “I got you.”

“Tony…” Y/N rasped, slowly coming to as Tony landed.

“I’m right here.” His helmet disappeared. “Always falling,” he smirked.

She pushed away, signaling for him to set her down. Tony did so, keeping his hands firmly on her waist.

“Are you okay?” He worried.

“I’m fine,” she said. “I just didn’t know I could do that.”

“Let’s not do that again then, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Stay safe.” Tony pressed a kiss to her temple before flying away.

Y/N looked around, trying to sense where the Stones were. Her eyes caught sight of Peter, hugging the gauntlet close to his body. Carol was in front of him, going to help him up. Y/N portaled over.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna get it through all that,” Peter said after he handed over the gauntlet.

“Don’t worry,” Wanda replied, landing beside them.

“She’s got help,” Okoye added.

The rest of the women on the battlefield appeared behind Carol. Y/N smirked, sending Peter a nod and a wink. Carol flew with the gauntlet through the army as the others fought them off.

“Carol!” Y/N exclaimed. “You can’t send the Stones through yet!”

“We have to,” Bruce responded. “You heard wh—“

“We can’t! Not yet!! I need them. Give them to me.”

“Y/N, what are you thinking?” Tony asked.

“I’m thinking that it’s time to end this, once and for all. And I can’t do that without the Stones.”

“Do you know what you’re doing, Y/N?” Carol asked.

“I will.”

“I’m on my way back to you.”

But before Carol could get to Y/N, Thanos threw is sword at the van, causing an explosion and blasting Carol away. She lost her grip on the Stones as she did.

“No!” Y/N exclaimed.

She portaled herself over there only for Thanos to hit her back through. Tony quickly flew into Thanos, tackling him to the ground. The wrestled on the ground for a bit before Thanos tossed Tony to the side, causing him hit his head and get knocked out. Thor flew in next, Stormbreaker held high. With help from Steve and Mjolnir, Thor tried to pin Thanos’ arm down. However, Thanos overpowered them both, knocking them out.

As Y/N finally stood back up, Thanos picked up the gauntlet. Carol got to Thanos before Y/N did, punching at him. She kept punching him, but was grabbed my the arm and flung away. Y/N portaled in front of him right as Thanos slipped on the gauntlet, the gamma radiation eating at him.

“Trying to stop me too, little girl?” Thanos taunted.

“I don’t need to try,” Y/N responded.

Holding out her hands, she willed the Stones to her. Cracking the gauntlet, the Stones ripped out and circled around Y/N. Tony, coming too, noticed the scene and pushed himself onto his hands and knees, his helmet disappearing into his suit. He was panting as he quickly made eye-contact with Dr. Strange, who was still holding the water up. With a shaking finger, Strange signaled that this was the one shot they had. Scared for Y/N’s safety, Tony shot up, going to help his wife. Strange quickly held him back with his magic.

Tony looked back, desperate. “Let me go.”

“I’m sorry,” Strange responded. “But I promised her first."

“Impossible,” Thanos gasped. He fell back as Y/N slowly floated above him.

“I’ve waited a long time for this day,” Y/N responded. Her voice was soft, yet powerful. God-like even. She could be heard throughout the battlefield without having to raise her voice. “I’ve suffered and I’ve thrived. I’ve waited, and I’ve grown irritated with time. But it’s all worth it because I get to end this… once and for all.”

Spreading her arms out and up, tendrils sprouted from the Stones. They spread out, growing across the battlefield. As the tendrils touched those of Thanos’ army, they turned to dust. Thanos watched for a few moments in shock before growling and standing back up. He grabbed Y/N’s foot, yanking her down to the ground and causing the Stones to fall to the ground as well. She grunted as she tumbled in the dirt and debris before coming to a stop.

“Y/N!” Tony exclaimed, pointlessly trying to fight his way to her.

She was still on the ground when Thanos raised his fist. And he came down to hit her, she portaled to stand behind him.

“You missed,” she taunted through her panting.

Y/N pushed a hand forward, blasting Thanos back into a pile of debris. The Stones floated back to her as she marched towards the Titan. Each Stone found a place on her left arm, burning into her skin without her feeling physical pain.

“14 millions ways,” Y/N said, “yet we only win one… I don’t understand how, especially with the Stones on my side. But it doesn’t matter now. Because this is the one we win. You had no chance.”

“There’s always a chance,” Thanos grunted as he tried to get up.

With a flick of her wrist, Thanos’ limbs were pinned by the debris. He struggled against it as she sauntered closer.

“Unfortunately, I’m afraid you’re all out of chances,” she replied. Y/N held up her left arm, the Stones glowing. “Any last words before I end you and anyone you could possibly be allied with?”

“I am… inevitable."

“And I am your doom.”

Then she snapped her fingers and a blinding white light came over the battlefield.

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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader Ballistic Confrontations (3/3)

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Eobard said nothing. Instead, he disregarded your look as his gaze locked back onto Kara, as the Kryptonian woman threw him a hateful look. The futuristic genius did not care. His baby blue hues jumped back to where you stood before stepping away to the side tables. Now we proceed, the speedster mused to himself, picking up a scalpel and arranging his surgical tools. The stage needed to be set tonight. All the actors were in place, and he needed to complete his role. A delicate procedure, if you will. But he needed to be bought some time. Surely, Barry and the others would be back by now from Earth-X. He was, in essence, reluctant to cut up the Earth-38 Kryptonian for he held no malice towards her. She was just an unnecessary casualty in all this. And after all, if Barry Allen were to die it would be at his hands. Not on some tainted Earth at the firing range. You’re centuries late, Mr. Allen. As always.

You glared at your genius scientist for not cluing you in on whatever it is he had planned now. What was his plan? Play along until ‘Uh oh, it’s too late to turn back’ and ‘Oh, look. We’re doomed’? A grunt caught your attention, Kara was trying to break out of her restraints again. “Kara,” you whispered, now standing beside her. “Save your energy, please.” She eyed the restraints on you before taking a slow breath in. Kara wanted to throw her guts up, but she pushed back the bile caught in her throat.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“Honey, you are looking anything other than fine.”

Kara pursed her lips, feeling fatigue wash over her once more. “Where… where are the others… that were here- at the labs? Are they…?” There it was, always concerned for others when she should be concerned about herself.

“No, no they’re fine. They’re in the pipeline. Iris and Felicity-” You stopped yourself, noticing Eobard’s head snap towards you. A pang of guilt echoed in your body. “They’re being held there too,” you lied, giving her hand two small squeezes for her to indicate the lie. If he held things back from you to entertain the Earth-Xer’s with legitimate reactions, then so would you. Supergirl nodded her head subtly in understanding. You were too focused with Kara; you didn’t notice Eobard move. “You’re going to be fine; the others should be back. They wouldn’t go out just like that.” Iris, Felicity, where’s that help? Just where are you guys? You couldn’t leave if you wanted to. Not with the others lurking around. Not when there was a chance you could tip them off about Iris and Felicity, then there was Eobard. Overgirl would instantly go after him for betrayal.

“I… I really hope not. Alex-” Kara trailed off; her eyes drooping shut as her shoulders sagged. Her hand went limp in your cuffed ones.

“Kara?” You looked up to see a tube in Eobard’s hand with a syringe in it. Empty as its contents have already worked its way into Kara’s system. “What are you doing?!”

“I’ve given her a mild anesthetic,” you pursed your lips as his statement. Eobard sighed, “Not to worry, that should have her out for 30 minutes. Strong enough for a Kryptonian, but not strong enough for too long even with the red sunlight on her.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I needed to talk to you without anyone listening.” You followed how Eobard’s eyes glanced at the door. Outside stood two more Nazi guards.

“You could have just pulled me to the other room,” you whisper-yelled at him.

“No, I couldn’t have.” He crossed his arms at you, replying in his own gravely hushed tones. “I needed to keep up the image of the bad guy in front of Kara.”

“Why? Why, when she could understand that you’re not really with them? Why let her also think of you as one of those heinous monsters?”

“Because her opinion of me doesn’t matter. Not hers, not the Earth-Xers, not anyone else.” Eobard punctuated his words before taking your hands in his, placing a gentle kiss on the back of one. The intensity in his eyes never broke as he spoke once more, “Only your opinion of me matters. You matter.”

You pursed your lips, your eyes unable to leave his heated gaze. Oh, if only we weren’t in this mess. If only we had more time… Kara crossed your mind once more, the ominous thrumming noise that came from the machine that generated the red sunlight. A frown found its way onto your face. “Wait, you said 30 minutes? Shouldn’t she need time to recover from the anesthesia to be given another one?”

Eobard sighed, letting go of your hands. He crossed his arms. You weren’t going to like his answer. “No, not in this case.” Dread welled up in the pit of your stomach.

“What…”

“The General herself requested, more like ordered, me to have our Kara awake during the… transplant.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You responded slowly. Your eye slightly twitched as anger started to consume your thoughts. You wanted nothing more than to rip your friend’s doppelganger apart.

Eobard very well sensed your feelings, he always hated putting a frown on your face or seeing you upset to this extent. “Look, I don’t want to do it either,” the speedster retorted hastily as he unfurled his arms, his hands gently grabbed your shoulders, “but I can’t defy their word especially with you around.”

“Why? Am I suddenly a liability?”

“Never, but they’ll figure something is up with you here with me. Conspiring against them. You already saw how easily Oliver-X caved to his Kara regarding who you are to me.”

Technically, that’s my own damn fault, but a calculated risk to get to Eobard. I can live with the repercussions. “But that’s technically what we’re doing on the downlow, Eo.” You echoed one of the lessons he taught you years ago. “One weakness is better than none, it can be essential to creating the downfall of another.” He had mainly told you that regarding Eilling, who hadn’t ceased to stick his nose into Eobard’s lab experiments and projects. The general had eyed you as a means to get to him, but in reality you were a strength to Eobard. Not a weakness. And the speedster very well knows you can handle your own; after all, the both of you trained constantly. Pushing each other’s limits. Though where you hesitated to kill, he compensated on that, especially in the right moment. “We can have the Dark Archer on the ropes. If anything, he’s made it evident that his wife is a liability to his rational thinking.”

A proud grin ran along his handsome face. “Exactly, my little bird. But they will hurt you, even if you can hold out against them you can’t take them both on.” Even I cannot, not with where I’m at with my speed. Not with the slight dampener they have on my suit. The potential self-destruction if removed from the emblem by my own hands, is a heavy weight on my chest. If I can get rid of them, I can defuse the detonator.

“I’m not worried about me; I’m worried about you! I can’t- I can’t be the one to lose you again.” Eobard shifted his gaze away from you. “Look it’s not going to come to that.” He knew what you were suggesting. “Ok? Worst comes to worst I cause a distraction.”

“No, over my rotting corpse.”

That sounds eerily familiar.

“We don’t have a choice, if it buys us time then I’ll be damned not to try!”

“That’s why we adapt to the situation and find alternate routes to keep off their radar. I know what I’m doing.”

“Precisely. Adapting. So let me do what I can if it comes down to it.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!” You bit back a retort at the way he raised his voice. “Just trust me.” He wasn’t asking you to.

“Kinda hard with your track record,” You deadpanned, and Eobard just rubbed his face.

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Is that a question you seriously want me to answer?” A small cheeky smile made its way to your face. You couldn’t help but tease him right now, of all times.

Eobard huffed out a chuckle, pulling out some white surgical clothes from a drawer. Have those always been there? “Just follow my lead, ok? Whatever happens stay on their side, whatever happens to me stay with Barry and the others.” Eobard gloved his hands while the guards re-entered the medical room along with Oliver-X and Kara-X. Speak of the devil. You pursed your lips and held a stoic expression even as Kara-X sauntered to her respective gurney, smirking widely before a violent coughing fit erupts from her. You didn’t miss how Oliver-X moved towards her, yet you averted your eyes to the protruding machines the other soldiers were bringing in for the ‘necessary’ operation. Two guards held you by the arms where you stood. You swallowed thickly as everything was being sterilized and prepped.

***

Harry caught the ball once more after it ricocheted back to him. He’d been letting his frustration out on it towards the cell wall. Something didn’t feel right. He cursed himself, knowing he should have been carrying some weapon or breaching device to have gotten away from the Dark Archer. Or any intruder for the matter of this invasion. Yes, he pushed the emergency labs alarm, but he still got whacked and dragged to the pipeline. He could have done more damage to these damned Nazi’s, but he was helpless. I should have carried my gun or my pulse rifle, what was I thinking? His hand gripped tightly at the ball as regret never left his side. I should have seen this as a possible attack. It’s a simple strategy. Divide and conquer. Yet they were all too fooled, too hasty to attack to even logically see this move by the Earth-Xers.

“Wait, Thawne’s here?” Cisco’s outburst broke the Earth-2 genius out of his thoughts. Harry cracked his neck and directed his attention back to Cisco’s squabbling from the cell near him. The Wells doppelganger was getting pretty tired about hearing of Thawne. A feeling of dread picked at his insides, his thoughts going to you and what Barry had discussed vehemently earlier.

“Yeah,” Caitlin responded. “I haven’t seen or heard from her. We only briefly got a visit from Iris and Felicity not too long ago. But they didn’t know where she was either.”

“Do you think maybe she… you know?” Cisco made an implication. “I mean, does she know?”

“I don’t know,” Caitlin trailed off. “But Iris had said that she left them in the Time Vault to buy them time. Whatever that could mean.”

“Well, on the one hand, they either got to her and are holding her hostage somewhere or, on the other, she rendezvoused with Thawne and now they're going all Mengele on Kara.”

Harry rubbed his face irritably at Cisco’s words, by now you would have known. There’s a high possibility. Whether it’s from seeing Thawne face-to-face or by overhearing someone. By now, Harry’s sure, you would have made a choice. Where did you go, though?

The lights flickered in the pipeline before shutting off as Caitlin finished. A dull blue tint lit up in each individual cell as the pipeline was divulged into a dim darkness. The emergency lights were the only things on. Every person was on high alert at this point.

“Ohohoho, my girl Felicity definitely pulled that one!” Cisco chirped, making a loud clap.

Dinah tried her canary call again, but to no avail. The cell would not budge. Harry narrowed his eyes; he knew she’d try again. But Cisco had crafted these cells with Thawne cautiously for metas. Practically indestructible unless you’re a Time Wraith.

“I wouldn’t try it again if I were you.” Harry finally spoke. Dinah paused, the silence daring to be her question. “These cells are reinforced to withstand any form of meta-attacks generated within. A backup generator still supplies the power dampeners with energy to preserve the cell.” Harry looked out his cell and towards the darkness. “All we can do is wait.”

***

You took a breath, smoke and blood and electricity filled the air. Your eyes didn’t miss the rush of electricity in the distance. Red and gold, the Speedforce of the only two speedsters here. Swallowing thickly, your attention was diverted to the Waverider being chased by another. Well damn, I think someone’s having a bit too much fun. Raising an eyebrow, you watched both airborne vehicles zig-zag through the air. You hooked up your earpiece and headed for the nearest skirmish to help out. A grin plastered itself on your face when you heard Cisco on the comms arguing with Harry. I guess they’re the ones taking the Waverider for a joy ride.

You pressed the button on your communication device, “Any chance I can hop on?” You sucker punched a Nazi. “Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that all day.” Cisco laughed, weaving through the air as if he’s directing a Strike Fighter.

He’s totally Luke Skywalkering his way through this.

“Girl, where you been?”

“Let’s just say,” you huffed, generating electricity in your palm and slamming it into the chest of another soldier. “I caught some unwanted attention, and they were reluctant to release me.” In actuality, Eobard had sped you away from the Labs once Ray made a dramatic entrance to save Kara. He’d sped you to where the battle would be, at least to where the Earth-X forces would arrive from. Telling you to run and appear at an opportune moment. Meaning, go hide while the battle thickens so your disappearance doesn't bring up too many questions from your friends. “Is Iris with you?”

“Yeah, she’s in the back with Felicity, we’re still trying to maneuver in the best position possible to take down their shields.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking back to her stunt with Felicity to sabotage the surgery. “So, how about that help?”

“Hmm,” Harry spoke up, pushing his glasses up. “Unless you have the capability of overloading and shutting down the entire Earth-X Waverider system without passing out, be our guest.”

“… I mean I could try.”

“No.”

You pouted, punching another soldier, this time in the nose. Someone’s particularly grumpy right now. “It’s honestly not that hard, I would just be out for a couple of days and probably on life support.” The line was quiet meaning that Harry chose to ignore your comment. Rude.

You took in a breath and reduced your being to an electrical form, traveling up some buildings to gauge the situation. Kara and Kara-X were facing off at the moment. Eobard was naturally keeping Barry busy while Oliver and Oliver-X were in an intense hand-to-hand-to-bow combat. Yeah, their fight wasn’t as impressive as the other two. You took in a breath heading back down to the fight, this time getting closer to Mick and Leo Snart, who you found to be the Earth-X resistance fighter and doppelganger to your dead ex-boyfriend.

What goes around comes around.

***

“Where were you?”

Turning back from where you sat, you sent a questioning look to Barry and pointed to yourself when no one had responded. He had specifically prompted you with the question. The look in his hazel-green eyes were distant as he leaned against the front of the Cortex desks. You recognized that look from a few years ago. The silence in the Cortex was sliced amongst the team. DeVoe was still out there, scheming. Some stopped what they were doing to gauge what would happen, others (mainly Harry) kept working away but inclined an ear in case either of you were to do something rash.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, (Y/N). You’re not that dumb.”

“Excuse me.” You narrowed your eyes at the scarlet speedster.

“Barry,” Iris whispered to him, but he shook her off as he folded his arms.

“Where were you after you left Iris and Felicity?”

Ah, of course he wouldn’t miss that. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse.

“I went to go buy them some time.”

“Buy them some time or buy yourself some time? To see Eobard.”

Your heart hammered tightly in your chest, but you made no move to indicate what you had done. In a sense, you did both. You protected Iris and Felicity while keeping Eobard company.

“Why would I want to see someone who’s allied themselves to a Nazi regime on a different Earth, Barr?”

“Why wouldn’t you do anything to see the one you once loved?”

“Are you talking about me,” you tilted your head to the side, taunting him now, “or yourself?” You referenced the events that happened last year. Barry was more than aware of what you were indicating. Flashpoint. Savitar. Iris’ predicted death, HR’s sacrifice, his time remnant’s downfall. But you’ve been wanting to add kerosene to the flames. “Are you referring to your mom,” you turned your head to Iris, “or to Iris?” If looks could kill, you would have been reduced to ashes under Barry’s gaze. Cisco put down his tools and Caitlin glanced at her friends from where she sat beside Iris. Harry capped his marker but turned his eyes towards you. “Like I said, I caught some unwanted attention, and they were reluctant to release me. How is that any different from the others getting stuck in the pipeline?”

“You left Iris to defend herself.”

“Oh my god! Barry!” You rolled your eyes at his statement, deflecting your own questions. “Iris this, Iris that. Iris is a big girl with nearly perfect marksmanship as Harry. She’s more than capable of taking care of herself. I know that. She knows that. The same goes for Felicity as well. But do you know that?” Divide them, fester the idea of unreliability between those two. After all, it’s because of Barry’s decisions for Iris that everyone gets screwed over. It’s one of the reasons for the resentment and bitterness that grows within you. Only they can be happy, no one else can.

“You left Iris and Felicity while this place was crawling with Earth-Xers just to see Thawne!”

“Fucking prove it, you dickbag,” you screamed back at him, “if you’re so certain. Prove it, because contrary to your belief, I was fighting beside you and everyone else that day in the city once I managed to escape. Ask Cisco and Harry. Ask Sara. Hell, even ask Mick and Leo.”

Barry shook his head with a cruel smile, “Do you wanna know how I know?” The speedster took out his phone and started it up, showing the screen of your location. “Careful what you wish for.” Dread gripped your heart as Barry chuckled to himself. “That’s right. I chipped you, that night I pushed you against the doorframe before leaving for the warehouse fight. I chipped you. I already had Thawne chipped earlier that night. On his suit, when I landed a few hits on him. He doesn’t know or… not until recently.” Barry did a search for any pings, but there were none except for yours. “You asked me for proof, here it is.” He slid his fingers on the screen showing a timestamp and your location pinged with Eobard’s at the labs.

“This means nothing.”

“It means everything!” Barry stepped closer to you, anger in his wake. “You left us for him.”

“Yet I still fought with you guys because it was the right thing to do regardless of how I feel for him. You don’t understand nor will you want to understand. You’d rather label us as 100% on the wrong side without acknowledging that we can dwell in a gray area. The world isn’t just black and white, Barry. Or have you forgotten about your own morally gray decisions?”

Sparks crackled in the air, whether it was from you or Barry, no one could tell. Harry took a subtle step towards you from where he stood at the glass board a few feet beside you. He was the only one that can calm you down from this, maybe Iris too, but most definitely he himself. But Harry wasn’t quick enough because the Cortex monitors went haywire while the room darkened. You and Barry were nowhere in the room.

“Barry!” Iris screamed a second after he had sped you away.

***

Eobard raked a hand through his dark locks, analyzing the future article again. He fiddled with his rightful Reverse Flash emblem in his hands, his fingers tracing over the single lightning bolt. It took the genius a full day to extract the SS emblem from his suit, but with your help he was able to detonate it a safe distance away in some open fields. While the people of Central City slept and you had assured Eobard that the Labs were vacant, the speedster had rushed into his old office and compiled all the documents he needed to keep out of Barry’s hands. He’s honestly surprised Team Flash hadn’t rifled thus far into the records he kept. The only things missing were speed theories and the equation escalation to the Speed Formula. Although, he had solved that issue for Barry two years ago when he had traveled back in time for an answer on getting faster.

Still such a naïve child, not at all like the Flash from my future. Arranging some papers together on his new office desk, without meaning to Eobard had knocked over a picture frame. The breaking of glass caught his attention, craning his neck to see the fallen frame. The frame held a picture of you and him from before the Particle Accelerator exploded around Christmas. Before you had known his secret. But now the frame was adorned with a fierce crack through you. Eobard’s mouth went dry, knowing that superstitions were just superstitions, but he couldn’t exactly place the rush of fear welling in his body.

“Gideon, pull up (Y/N)’s location.” Eobard pulled his glasses off smoothly as the AI did as told. She was at the labs. “Access the live feed cameras.” Gideon pulled up holo-images 8x8 of what seemed to be a further escalating scene between you and Barry through STAR Labs. Gritting his teeth, Eobard summoned his suit and launched himself forward into it. The Negative Speedforce fueled by his anger and hate pumped dangerously in his veins.

Barry Allen will regret the day he dared to lay a hand on you.

***

“You’re a traitor!”

“Speak for yourself.” You grunted against the wall, your electric blade dissipating in your hand. It was getting harder to breathe, to keep up with his movements. With speedsters, you preferred long-range combat, but you had to make due at times. “You’re the one who betrayed everyone first for your own selfish desires. Flashpoint, the cause of so much pain and misery. In the end, there was so much collateral damage, and you were the cause of so many lives lost.”

“Flashpoint should have wiped you away. You should have been thankful. We helped you,” Barry fumed, pressing his forearm harder against your throat. “We stood by you.”

“They stood by me.” You tried channeling your electricity, even to siphon off a lick of his in order to produce a dagger, but to no avail. Only sparks flickered from the tips of your fingers, “You couldn’t stand the sight of me when you brought me in.” You had no grievances towards anyone else other than Barry. Not Iris, not Caitlin, not Joe, not Cisco. Certainly not Ralph simply because he’s new. And not towards Harry and Jesse. Iris and Caitlin were the two people who kept you the most grounded to the world for they understood the loss of a loved one and the process of moving on.

“You’re damn right I couldn’t. I was wrong to have let you stay around after Iris and Caitlin rehabilitated you.”

“That wasn’t your decision to make, now, was it?”

“You’re a monster just like Thawne. You’re not a hero.”

You simply spit blood in Barry’s face. “I’m neither thief nor hero.” You were kind of enjoying pushing his buttons, releasing all those pent-up emotions and frustration over the years. Wiping his face clean with his sleeve, the speedster sped you out of the room, throwing punches and kicks at you. He had run you through the entirety of STAR Labs. You siphoned off passing energy from computers and lightbulbs to throw at him Palpatine-style when there was distance between you two, but there was only so much you could do in your current condition. You were getting tired; you couldn’t keep up. Every burst of electricity that burned him had drained you. Blood continued to trickle from the side of your face and sweat glistened on your skin. You healed fast, but he healed much faster.

“Barry, stop! You’re going to kill her.” Iris shouted with a gun in her hand, the others piling into the room. Cisco threw a wave blast at Barry and Frost aimed a couple of icicles his way, but the speedster had dodged them. The scarlet speedster tossed you to the ground like a bag of peanuts before turning to the others. You skidded to the side, breathing in deeply then coughed up some blood into your fist. Blood continued to trickle from the side of your face and sweat glistened on your skin. You could feel your cheek swell as well as an ache form in your chest, maybe a few cracked ribs. Could potentially puncture your lungs if this didn’t end soon.

“And why shouldn’t I? For all we know, she could be spying on us for Thawne.”

“Barry killing her won’t solve anything,” Harry shot at him with his pulse rifle to create some distance between you two before training it on you. “It’ll just make things worse.” You met his eyes, and you could see the disappointment in them. A tinge of guilt hit you, but you pushed past it as you stood on unsteady feet. Your body felt like it was made of lead, but you continued on. If this is how things are to be, then so be it.. You leaned against the wall, cradling your damaged ribcage, as Harry continued. “Regardless of her actions, she did keep Iris and Felicity safe in her own way, she still stood by us.” You were finding it extremely hard to breathe, to stay conscious. Your breathing slowed, the noise in the room between Team Flash was reduced to murmuring to your ears. Did I burst an eardrum too?

“Are you kidding me, Wells? How can you say that when-”

You blinked before collapsing onto the ground, a streak of red had filled your vision. Eobard pinned Barry to the wall, his hand squeezing at his throat while red hot anger filled his vision. “Good to see you again so soon, Flash,” the yellow speedster drawled with a rough grin in his distorted voice. “It seems like you overstepped your boundaries.” Eobard kicked Barry in the ribs and landed a few speed punches, the scarlet speedster already exhausted from his fight with you. “Isn’t this position nostalgic?” Barry was clawing at Eobard’s firm grip, suspending the young hero in the air against the wall as he had done years ago.

“I- had a feeling... you’d show up, Thawne,”

Licking your bloodied lips, you groaned as you leaned up with hoarseness in your voice, “Eo, don’t.” The man in yellow stopped, slowly turning his quaking gaze towards you. You held his gaze for as long as you could get the message through to him. “Enough.” Eobard retracted a fist that was to make contact on Barry’s face, but not before squeezing the scarlet speedsters throat tightly and throwing him towards the upper part of the speed lab. Eobard took off his cowl and generated his speed to be by your side, eyeing every cut and bruise on your broken skin. Your eyes drooped shut when he brushed the back of his gloved hand against your unwounded cheek. His eyes softened, but his insides clenched. Iris and Caitlin had run to where Barry laid while Harry and Cisco monitored Eobard with caution as he gently scooped you in his strong arms.

Standing up with your limp form, the speedster disregarded Cisco, yet glared coldly at his supposed doppelganger. The future genius then turned to them and spoke, “My love for her is what stopped me this time. Next time,” his eyes landed on Barry, “you won’t be so lucky. Lay a hand on her again and I won’t hesitate to end your miserable life, Flash.” His eyes flashed red as they met Barry’s for the last time before taking his leave in a wake of red electricity.

***

Eobard stopped his vibrational intimidation once he made it to your temporary home, Gideon had already prepared the necessary diagnostic tests that would need to be conducted to assess your health. Laying you on the gurney gently, he kissed your forehead before proceeding. The speedster had cleaned you up, replacing your burnt clothes and scrubbing the dried remnants of blood on your skin. His heart shattered. His blood turned to ice. Eobard’s baby blues scanned every part of your marred skin. Lines that tallied up right after another, scars that were too stubborn to heal correctly as if trying to serve as a reminder. Eobard’s mouth had dried as his thumb made featherlight touches before injecting the needle into the correct vein. The speedster opened his mouth and closed it, but he could not register any other emotion other than anger and guilt. His thoughts funneled fluidly, emphasizing that one certain cause that led to this escalation. His death had been the cost of your mental and physical state.

Never again. The speedster peppered kisses along your arms as all the implied images ran through his mind. A tear slipped out. It fell from his face onto the scarred tissue. My love. He needed to get back to work. With classical music dancing in the background, Eobard conducted a blood transfusion in order to replace the blood you had lost as well as administering IV fluids. He had to steal the materials from a hospital nearby in Keystone. They won’t be missing it.

“According to my current readings, copious amounts of stress have been exuded onto her heart allowing her to retain a constant distressed state.” Gideon rattled on as Eobard sat next to you with a sleeve rolled up. He glanced over at you as the AI continued. “The X-ray scans have also been completed. She’s suffering trauma in her ribcage, a few cracked ribs, however none are broken. CT results also conclude a mild concussion.”

She’s lucky her lungs hadn’t been punctured. His hate for Barry Allen grew with every second that you laid unconscious.

“How long until a full recovery?”

“Physically it could take up to 3-6 weeks regarding her ribs. The mild concussion will take approximately almost a week and a half. Her heart might take longer. Therefore, she must avoid extraneous activity.”

“Such as using her powers and so on.”

“Yes. Shall I assist you with anything else today, Professor Thawne?”

Eobard ran his fingers over his lips before taking his glasses off and throwing them onto the side of a nearby table. “Keep tabs on Barry Allen’s movements, I want to be alerted if he comes near Keystone or has any intention of it.” The AI nodded before shuttering away into the plinth. Yes, the speedster had been smart to chip him, something Eobard had easily gotten rid of. But to chip you as well, Thawne cursed himself for not seeing it coming. Too preoccupied with the timeline and it’s malleability. “Hopefully DeVoe will keep him away long enough.”

***

Your eyelids felt like they had been cemented shut, the stinging smell of antiseptic slapped you right in the face. Am I dead or in a hospital? A groan left your lips, your throat dry as a desert and craving any drips of water. I hope I’m not in a hospital, I hate those places. The nice thing was that a light wasn’t blinding you, at the very least not piercing through the darkness supplied by your shut eyelids. It was oddly soothing. Your mind finally processed the dull ache residing in your bones, the softness beneath you and the slight chill in the air. Maybe I am dead. Taking one slow breath in, your blood vessels throbbed louder with each fluid pumped through and the humming of machines finally registered to your ears. You didn’t want to open your eyes; you were content with just laying here.

“…” You frowned, the sound of mumbling coming to you. Who was that? “Gi… ru-… I-.” Death, perhaps? You twitched your fingers, a numb sensation set in both your arms. If I’m dead, how can I still feel? It took a moment for your brain to catch you up on how you’d been reduced to such a state. Barry… killed me? No, that’s- Eo was… You shakily formed a fist only to feel something cool against your skin. Felt like another hand. Not bony. Maybe Death gave the appearance of a human for us to pass.

“Mm,” you tried clearing your throat, but it hurt each time, inducing a coughing fit. Blinking wearily, you looked around, your vision blurry until it settled on the being the hand had belonged to. “Mm, I…”

“Shh,” the deep voice cooed. You could hear much more clearly now but couldn’t make out the image of the being. “I have some water for you,” you felt a straw tap your lips. “Drink up.”

Why is Death being so kind to me? I thought Death was swift. You drank a sip at a time before pulling back and shutting your eyes once more. The somatosensory neurons on your arms brushed against some coarse material. A blanket? That same cool touch caressed your cheek. You blinked your eyes open a few times, dizziness ensnaring your mind, but your eyes met icy blue ones. “Eo?”

“I’m here,” he whispered in a gentle tone, standing up from where he sat next to you.

“I’m not dead.”

“No, you’re very much alive”

“Barry, he…”

“I’ve dealt with him. He won’t ever hurt you again.” You watched as he kissed your bandaged hands, each finger receiving a kiss. Cracking your neck, your realized he had changed you into fresh clothes. The scent of faint lavender hung onto the fabric.

“How long was I out?”

“Two weeks.”

It hurt your head when your eyes bugged out. You patted your temples lightly. “Two weeks? What- I-I need to get back. They were going to confront DeVoe. Harry and-”

“No,” Eobard pressed his palm against your shoulder when you tried to sit up abruptly, “You need to rest. Screw Team Flash. For once, just let them be so you can recover.” The speedster did not ask for what had happened to you, knowing the implications in his mind were too strong to be false. Rather, he’d make sure it would not occur a second time

“It’s not that simple, Eo.”

“It really is,” the yellow speedster sighed to himself, rubbing his face. You gestured to the water, and he handed the cup to you. “You’re in no condition to go back there, not after what happened. Your powers and your fight did a number on you. I-…. Your heart stopped a couple of times.” You almost choked on your sip. “I had to jumpstart your heart and keep it going.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For worrying you.” For being a liability that Barry can use.

“Don’t. This,” he gestured with his hands between you and him, “is not something to apologize for. Ever. If anything, it was smart of him to use you for bait as I had used Iris and Eddie.” You pressed your lips into a thin line as your mind started to wander.

“So, we wait?”

Eobard nodded as you ran a hand through you knotted hair. Need to brush that out asap. “We wait until it’s time to strike.”

“Until it’s time for you to strike. I’m remaining neutral in whatever it is between you and Barry in the future. Even if he might not see it that way.” Tipping the scales, balancing good and evil natures in the forces of the world. That’s what He told me my role in the multiverse is along with...

“I know, my love.” I don’t know how to break this to her. “But until then, rest.” If I ask her to come with me, would what I orchestrate then work?

“Eobard.”

“Hm?” Eobard knew he needed to go back to sort a few things out. Chances of getting caught were roughly 30-70, but not zero.

You shifted over to make room for him, patted the spot next to you. “Stay.”

Or would she become collateral damage?

“Always.” The speedster leaned down to kiss your lips before moving in beside you. You laid your head on his chest, minding the slight tremors of pain. Eobard kissed the top of your head and you shut your eyes. You’d go to the ends of the multiverse for him, but you’d also protect your friends. Being at odds with Barry wouldn’t stop you. He just needed to learn to live with your choices as everyone else has had to live with his.

Eobard’s mind ran through every scenario, deciding it’s best to tell you what he intends to do. He’d rather you decide for yourself what to do. The negative speedster respected the position you held onto. Neutrality wasn’t always an easy feat, but he admired your devotion towards him and the ones you love. Eobard was just selfish enough to only want and care for you. He didn’t need anyone else. He certainly didn’t need camaraderie. Tomorrow, he’d tell you. Tomorrow, he’d make sure to take the first step towards ensuring the future.

Betrayal is a fickle thing, Barry Allen. A lesson you will learn again.

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Sometimes Rivals are just Rivals

First off, if you disagree with my post don’t comment or reblog. I will not read or respond to it.

You have your opinions and fan pairings and I have mine. My views are based off of the evidence given in the manga and movie.

Kyojuro and Akaza are not a pairing, Kyojuro isn't attracted or romantically interested in Akaza at all. They are rivals and meant to be foils of each other and they do that perfectly. Not all rivals are a secret pairing/pining pairing. Everything Akaza says just pisses Kyojuro off, even when he’s “praising” him and Kyojuro flat out tells Akaza:

“What is it you would like to discuss? While this is our first time meeting, I already dislike you.”

“If that is the case I do not believe we will ever get along.”

“Both growing old, and passing away, these are things that make being human beautiful, those may seem like weaknesses to you but our lives are all the more precious and honorable because of them. You see true strength does not just refer to the physical body. This boy is not weak. Don’t insult him. Let me be clear, the two of us will never see eye to eye. No matter what -twisted reasons you give- I will not yield!” (Important to notice that when Kyojuro says this in particular Akaza frowns, because Kyojuro just struck a nerve because Akaza in that moment did believe Tanjiro was weak.)

“Let me make this clear, I do not like you. I will not become a demon!”

As Akaza is running away he’s not feeling bad Kyojuro is gonna die at all “This battle’s already been decided, with a wound like that, he’ll die before long!” And there is absolutely no sadness about the fact that Kyojuro’s gonna die. Akaza doesn’t even think about him again until Tanjiro brings him up in their fight. When Kyojuro is brought up, Akaza immediately ridicules him, he lays it on as praise but it’s not and Tanjiro calls him out on it. Just because you are saying compliments doesn’t mean that you mean it.

Remember that Tanjiro can smell people’s emotions even if they are smiling and being happy. Akaza is saying these flowery words but they are not compliments, they are insults. “I’m glad Kyojuro died that night.....his worthless values made him want to stay human.” and then he immediately says “I only despise the weak” after just confirming to Tanjiro that to him Kyojuro was a weakling even though he’s trying to deflect with the words that he uses. He says it as flattery and makes it sound like compliments to hide that its an insult. Akaza has such a hatred for what he perceives as weakness that Tanjiro calling him out on it makes him feel such disgust that he briefly loses his composure. Do I believe that he really wanted to make Kyojuro a demon and truly admired his abilities? Yes, I do believe Akaza was truly impressed because he loves fighting and he loves seeing people’s strength and their skills. But he also lays on that same praise heavy with Giyuu, in the exact same way he did with Kyojuro.

He praises Giyuu’s techniques heavily, and flat out says “I’m going to ask you over and over until you tell me your name” and then lights up like a Christmas tree when he hears Giyuu’s name. Every single thing he did in the fight with Kyojuro he does with Giyuu as well. Every. Single. Thing. That’s Akaza’s schtick: asking your name, getting you to use all your attacks, trying to convince you to become a demon and laying on the praise so that you will agree to become a demon while he’s actually insulting you. Once you've shown him all your attacks he kills you. Kyojuro shows his hatred for Akaza so clearly, and he doesn’t give Akaza even a fleeting thought once he’s gone either. He was just a demon that attacked them, that Kyojuro fought and got killed by, he wasn’t anything significant to him. Akaza replies in kind by being a swarmy little smartass, Akaza never gets flustered, never thinks about Kyojuro after their fight, even though we spend a significant amount of time in his head while he’s talking with Muzan, Kyojuro was just another Hashira on Akaza’s chalk board. He put Kyojuro down the instant he’s brought up, there’s no attraction in that relationship, because they’re rivals and foils, and they act as such. When Akaza dies, he doesn’t think about Kyojuro either, he thinks about the people he does actually love, his father, his mentor and his wife and no one else. Not all rivals are secretly in love with each other, sometimes they really do just hate each other’s guts and it’s a good and valid relationship.

Again, if you disagree with this feel free to go elsewhere and do not comment or reblog. I WILL NOT RESPOND.

#not a pairing #only rivals #rengoku vs akaza #demon slayer akaza #upper moon 3 #upper moon three #sometimes rivals are just rivals #he already has the perfect wife #kny tomioka #giyuu tomioka #demon slayer giyuu #demon slayer mugen train #castle arc

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storytellerofuntoldlegends · 3 years

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an icarus and his sun: chapter 1

A/N: i am Very Very excited for this enemies to lovers au, and also just a quick message that this is about their characters! some characters might seem more villainous than they actually are (even on the smp) and scott and jimmy will absolutely end up being in a romantic relationship (even if it might take a while for them to get there >:)). also, i planned this fic before xornoth was introduced and before sausage started the assassin's guild thing, so if you were hoping for either of those things in this fic, i'm sorry to say that they will not be featured here! (xornoth may be hinted at though, no promises!) pls talk to me in the reblogs i am lonely /hj

Warnings: arguing, flirting, teasing/banter, threats of violence

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Jimmy liked Katherine, he really did! She was one of his first allies, and even though she could come off as a little intense for the ruler of a flower forest, Jimmy really valued her friendship. However, her insistence on staying neutral… it bothered Jimmy. Or really, what bothered Jimmy was the fact that she insisted on having “House Blossom Alliance” meetings at her castle. And specifically, it was who was at these meetings that bothered Jimmy. Sure, there was Joel, Lizzie, and Pixl, three of Jimmy’s own allies, but the rest of the group wasn’t exactly on the best terms with him. Gem and Pearl were alright, he supposed, but Fwhip and Sausage were absolutely terrible. And then there was Scott. There wasn’t anything outwardly bad about the winged elf ruler, but he just got on Jimmy’s nerves. He was just irritating, with his stupid “better-than-you” attitude, stupid smug grin, stupid perfect hair- he was just… stupid. Well, not really. Scott was actually really clever. But he always flaunted when he was right about something, which frankly was often. But he didn’t have to be so smug every time Jimmy was wrong about something.

“Jimmy, what do you know about defensive mob strategy? You can’t even keep people out of your empire,” Scott scoffed, as Jimmy was attempting to offer some advice on how to keep a base safe from monsters. Jimmy glared at the winged elf sitting across from him.

“Because I like to try and keep my empire welcoming, instead of being all high and mighty in the mountains,” Jimmy shot back. Scott rolled his eyes.

“More welcome to attack, Jimmy. How many times have you and Sausage squabbled over something inconsequential?” Scott asked dryly, getting an offended “hey!” from Sausage that he ignored, focusing only on Jimmy.

“Well… okay so maybe I’m not that great at defending against people, but mobs I can handle! They’re predictable, people aren’t,” Jimmy huffed. Scott smirked at Jimmy, and there it was- that smug expression when Jimmy was proven wrong about something.

“Maybe some people aren’t… but you sure are. I knew you’d get all riled up if I started pressing,” Scott taunted. Jimmy shot up from his chair, hand slamming down on the table as he glared at Scott and ignored the concerned voices of his allies.

“I haven’t even begun to be ‘riled up,’ Scott,” Jimmy fumed, hand lightly resting on the hilt of his sword. Scott calmly rose from his seat, still smirking and looking like he was enjoying this far too much.

“What, you gonna fight me, fish boy?” Scott crooned, hand resting on the hilt of his own weapon.

“Maybe I will,” Jimmy growled, and Scott’s smirk grew into a grin.

“Oh, you are getting more riled up… can’t say I’m not enjoying the view,” Scott said in a near purr. Jimmy’s face grew warm as he gritted his teeth and tightened his hand on the hilt of his sword. Scott didn’t look nervous at all, only mildly intrigued, like Jimmy was a puzzle he was seconds away from solving.

“That’s enough!” Katherine shouted, jumping up from her seat at the head of the table and looking at the two of them with a disapproving glare. Scott and Jimmy instantly looked a little embarrassed, both finally remembering that they were in a room full of other rulers, and that it was supposed to be a peaceful meeting as they exchanged various tactics and information on trading.

“C’mon man, it’s not worth it,” Pixl murmured, gently tugging on Jimmy’s arm. Jimmy glared at Scott one last time before he sat back down. Scott looked entirely too pleased as he sat back down gracefully- how did someone even do that, sit down so fluidly like it was a part of a dance?!- and smiled far too innocently at Katherine. She was not having it, frowning with disapproval at both Scott and Jimmy until Scott sheepishly looked down at the table. Katherine sighed, seeming semi-satisfied as she sat back down.

“I think I’m gonna have to implement a rule about weapons at the next meeting… now don’t you two have something to say to each other?” Katherine said expectantly. Scott and Jimmy both looked at Katherine with confused expressions.

“Haven’t they said enough to each other?” Fwhip asked, sounding bored as he leaned back in his chair. Katherine rolled her eyes at Fwhip, and looked back at Scott and Jimmy.

“What I meant is that these two owe each other an apology,” Katherine said pointedly.

“What have I got to apologize for?! Scott started it!” Jimmy protested.

“It’s not my fault Jimmy’s easy to get all hot and bothered,” Scott said with an air of indifference, but the smirk directed at Jimmy told a different story. Jimmy’s face burned again.

“You stop that,” Jimmy scowled.

“Make me,” Scott replied smoothly.

“I’m confused, are they flirting or fighting now?” Sausage whispered far too loudly to Pearl. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head at Sausage.

“We’re not flirting!” Jimmy protested.

“Yeah, I can do way better than Jimmy,” Scott scoffed.

“Wha- hey! What’s that supposed to mean? I am a catch, thank you very much,” Jimmy huffed, crossing his arms.

“Oh, so you want to be flirting now?” Scott crooned with a smirk.

“What?! No! You’re infuriating,” Jimmy shouted.

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you,” Scott shot back smoothly. Jimmy opened his mouth to reply, but was halted by a frustrated groan from Katherine.

“You know what? Fine! I declare this meeting adjourned. Everyone out! See you next week,” Katherine exclaimed with a sigh.

“Finally,” Fwhip muttered, getting up from the table first and striding out of the castle. Gem shook her head at his retreating figure, and turned to Katherine with an apologetic smile.

“What he means is thank you for inviting us to the meeting. I look forward to next week- and I’m sure Fwhip does too!” she said, gently patting Katherine’s hand before getting up and following after Fwhip. Pearl and Sausage were the next two to leave, thanking Katherine for inviting them as well. Then finally Scott left, simply bowing his head in respect to Katherine, but smirking at Jimmy before he took off.

“I hate that guy,” Jimmy muttered as he watched Scott fly away.

“I think you’ve made that clear, Jimmy. You’ve gotta stop picking fights you can’t win,” Katherine admonished with a sigh.

“I could have taken him!” Jimmy protested.

“And even if you couldn’t have, I would have avenged you,” Joel added. Lizzie and Pixl nodded in agreement, while Katherine buried her face in her hands.

“Peaceful! These meetings are supposed to be peaceful! I am definitely going to have people leave their weapons at the door at the next meeting,” she sighed, bringing her face up from her hands to lean back in her chair. Jimmy frowned, feeling a bit bad.

“I- sorry, Katherine. I shouldn’t have let Scott get under my skin so easily. I promise next meeting I won’t make a big fuss out of nothing,” Jimmy said solemnly, looking to Katherine with an apologetic smile. She smiled back, but it was a little strained and exasperated.

“It’s alright, Jimmy. Honestly Scott is just as much to blame as you are here. I just wished you two would have apologized to each other- you apologized to me just fine!” Katherine pointed out, her smile turning more bright and encouraging. Jimmy frowned, nose wrinkling slightly.

“Yeah, because I like you,” Jimmy huffed. Katherine giggled, leaning forward in her chair to clasp her hand over Jimmy’s and give it a light squeeze.

“That’s very sweet, but sometimes you’ve gotta apologize to people you don’t like, Jimmy,” Katherine said pointedly.

“From the way they were talking at the meeting, ‘like’ might be too weak of a word,” Pixl commented dryly. Joel poorly hid a laugh behind a cough, while Lizzie elbowed him while trying to hide her own amused smile.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Jimmy asked indignantly. Pixl looked at him blankly, raising an eyebrow.

“You told him that you were a catch, dude. How else are we supposed to interpret that?” Pixl replied with a laugh. Jimmy’s face flushed for what felt like the twentieth time that day.

“I wasn’t thinking straight!” Jimmy protested.

“Clearly,” Lizzie teased with a grin, no longer trying to hide it. The table erupted into laughter, and Jimmy couldn’t help but laugh too, even if it was at his own expense, and even if his friends were wrong. He was not interested in Scott in that way in the slightest, thank you very much. Their argumentative banter just got a little… carried away, that’s all. And he wasn’t saying he was a catch so that Scott would think so… he just had confidence in himself! And Scott was trying to wear down that confidence, Jimmy was just proving him wrong! At least, that’s what Jimmy told himself.

“So this is how the betrayal begins- first you fabricate an attraction to someone I despise-” Jimmy cut off his dramatic monologue with his own laughter, only causing the group to laugh louder.

“We’ll set you up with Sausage next,” Pixl said with a laugh.

“Now that is the ultimate betrayal,” Jimmy said with a shudder, grinning at Pixl all the while.

“Stop it, stop it- no one is betraying anyone! I’ll keel over from laughter with these backstabbing plans at this rate,” Katherine said, wiping at her eyes as the last of her laughs subsided.

“Alright, alright, if you insist. I should get going anyway, I’ve got a long trip back to Pixandria,” Pixl said, standing from the table.

“Safe travels! See you next week!” Katherine said with a wave. Jimmy and the others said their goodbyes, and with a nod and a smile Pixl equipped his elytra and walked out of the castle to fly off.

“Guess we should leave too, I’m sure you’ve got things to be working on,” Joel said, standing up from the table. Lizzie and Jimmy followed his lead. The three of them would often journey back to their empires together, seeing as they were all in fairly close range to each other. Katherine rose from the table with a sigh.

“Yeah, I’ve got some things to sort out. I’ll see you three next week- and I’m serious about the ‘leaving the weapons at the door’ rule,” she said, looking at each of them pointedly.

“Oh I’ll make sure these two follow through with that!” Lizzie said brightly.

“I was talking about you too, Lizzie,” Katherine said flatly. Lizzie placed a hand over her heart in mock offense.

“Me?! Oh please, next to these two I’m downright peaceful! Now we really must be going, nice seeing you!” Lizzie said far too innocently, grabbing both Joel and Jimmy by their arms and all but dragging them out of the castle.

“Oh uh, bye then! I guess,” Jimmy said with a lopsided grin and a wave from his free hand. Katherine shook her head fondly, waving goodbye back. The three of them made their way outside with only some minor grumbling from Joel about how he could walk, Lizzie. She only patted his cheek with a smile before equipping her elytra, Joel and Jimmy doing the same. And as the three allies took off into the skies and off to their own empires, Jimmy’s thoughts couldn’t help but wander back to Scott. Maybe he should try and patch things up, like Katherine suggested? He was a very good ally of Katherine’s as well- they were even planning a plushie business together! And he didn’t want Katherine to be stuck between another conflict again, like she had for all of his issues with Sausage. But how exactly Jimmy was going to fix things with Scott, he wasn’t sure. The winged elf was stubborn, and frankly so was Jimmy. It was unlikely either of them were going to give in or come to any sort of compromise. At the very least, Jimmy just hoped he could keep their arguments to just that- arguments. He couldn’t afford another war.

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LiPS𝐓1CK St4𝐈NS ! (💋)

❝ having lipstick and giving him a kiss and he doesn't realize he has it on his face until his teammates are all like 0-0 ❞ — @/luna-in-luv

++ fem!reader x oikawa, kuroo

| wc. 1.3k

| note. djslsdf it took so long to edit this post T-T,,,,, when ur indecisive af and can’t decide on a post format :D anyways just wanna say reblogs are greatly appreciated and i hope u guys like this<3

( ➷ ); ― OiK4WA

another day of school, another day of.. well, another day of boredom

you had to admit though, school had become a lot more fun since you and oikawa got together;)

altho you were in different classes, you’d still pass each other in hallways and see each other during breaks

and ofc every interaction, no matter how small, definitely made your day brighter

the smaller interactions consisted mainly of random head pats as he walks pass by, or a smirk and a wink whenever you two make eye contact

when there weren’t as many people around,,, maybe a hug or a kiss if either of you felt like it

and very rarely..

a makeout session in an empty classroom or staircase

its rare but it does happen

and it was happening… right now

school ended about half an hour ago and everyone either left or went to do their club activities

which was what oikawa should probably be doing too,, but today he just “felt like going in a little later”

and so there you two were, in the dark corner of an abandoned classroom grasping at the other as if you haven’t seen them in years

idk how to describe a steamy makeout sesh okkk

anyways,, after about 6 ignored calls from iwaizumi tho.. you two figured it was probably time for him to go to practice

you two straightened yourselves out; cleared the ruffles from your uniforms, tidied your hair, etc.

oikawa texted iwa that he was on his way while you touched up your makeup

“you gonna walk me to practice?”

“of course,” you smiled. “altho i have my own club activities today too so i can’t stay and watch :( ”

“dont worry babe,,, just walking me there is enough” he replied with a grin

then he slung an arm over your shoulder and the two of you walked out of the classroom as if nothing happened

as you neared the entrance of the gym, you slowed to a stop and tugged at oikawa’s shirt

he turned and you leaned to give him a kiss on the cheek

“good luck with practice” you said before giving him a small wave and walking off

did you see the dark mark your lipstick left on his cheek?

yes.

were you going to say anything about it?

well,,,, you already turned to walk away and oikawa was already entering the gym

so no.

anyways,, as oikawa entered the gym, the first thing he saw was his beloved iwa-chan

looking not very happy

oikawa waved sheepishly as he turned his head to the side to look at where everyone else was

this for some reason made iwaizumi look even more not happy

makki and mattsun then walked over and snickered upon seeing oikawa

“ah was y/n here? why didn’t you invite her to watch hmm?~” makki teased

“she’s got club activities too you know..”

smh

they probably realize oikawa doesnt know bout the kiss mark

the three of them were just staring at oikawa like (￢_￢;)

and oikawa's just standing there like (◕‿◕)?

“can we go practice now..?”

iwa: (￣︿￣) “wipe that stupid mark off your cheek”

huh? mark? he was pretty sure he wiped off any evidence from ahem what was happening earlier…

at this point some of the younger members started staring at them

and oikawa spotted them out of the corner of his eye and could practically feel the awkwardness in their gazes

he put a hand on the cheek everyone was staring at and removed it to see the same color that painted your lips

oh...

a slow smile spread on his lips at the realization of what you did

he laughed to himself

‘she’s gonna be the death of me..’

and with that he wiped off the remnants of your lipstick and hurried over to start practice

later tho, he asks you to kiss him again wearing that lipstick

and you do

and he snaps a selfie,,, which is now his phone wallpaper ;3

( ❣︎ ); ― KUR0O

today, you’re boyfriend, the one and only Kuroo Tetsurou, had a volleyball match

and ofc being the amazing, supportive gf you were, you were present in the stands, cheering him on

you didn’t get to meet or even talk to him before the match started, save for a few quick texts

so when he came on to the court for warm up and spotted you in the crowd,,,

he gave a cheeky wink and wave

you could practically feel the confidence roll off him in waves but you knew, deep down, he was the tiniest bit nervous too

afterall, the opponents weren’t a weak team by any standard

they were strong and known for their relentless attacks

which were put to display almost immediately after the game started

nekoma held on though, and managed to put in a few attacks of their own to level the game

you could see the hard work behind each of the members’ skills, having witnessed a lot of it yourself

it was most clear in kuroo tho

and as he jumped to block another spike, you were on the edge of your seat

the boys just needed one more point… which came when kuroo shut down the last spike

you and the rest of the people in the stands around you erupted into cheers

and as they were leaving the court, you ran to steal kuroo away for a more personal cheer

the two of you walked the halls of the stadium talking abt the game

you were gushing about this block and that and he was smiling at your gushing cuz damn was his y/n cute

N E WAYSSS,,, he received a text from kenma saying that they were all waiting for him at the bus

“i should go.. don’t wanna keep them waiting long”

“yeah.. you should”

before he could move tho, you tiptoed and placed a big fat kiss on his cheek

you swear you saw a blush on those cheeks as you backed down

he grinned and gave you a kiss of his own on your forehead before saying bye and running off

as he did, you realized you forgot to mention the lip-shaped mark on his cheek

oops… its too late now ┐(︶▽︶)┌

anyway,, kuroo arrives all smiles to where the team are waiting

and make no mistake they all CLEARLY see evidence of ur “little” kiss from back there

they just kinda,,,, don’t say anything at first?

kenma rolled his eyes and went back to doing whatever on his phone

yaku glared at it out of spite or some similar emotion

the others just choose to ignore mainly cuz they assume kuroo already knows and chose to keep it there

to them its just kuroo being a cheesy mf who was rubbing the non-single life in their faces or smth

ofc he has no idea tho

which just makes it all the more better when lev says

“y/n has nice lipstick”

and kuroo’s just like wtf ?? whatcha goin on bout my gf’s lipstick hUH

and he says that.. or something similar at least

and lev just points to his cheek like

“duhh i can see it right there”

he grabs his phone, opens the front facing camera, and is met with the outline of your lips on his cheek

and thats when he obviously started blushing

but then he just kind of smirked once he realized you knew about the mark

when yaku sees the smirk he went “OMFG JUST WIPE IT OFF ALREADY !! WE GET IT !! YOU ARENT SINGLE YOU GET KISSES STFU”

not like that but practically exactly what he was trying to say anyway

tbh kuroo’s a little reluctant to rub it off cuz idk,, he likes it ??

but he does anyway cuz they were still in public and there were teachers who were gonna come soon and all the other reasons

once hes comfortably seated in the bus tho, with a clean cheek, he sends u several texts

‘ saw that gift you left on my cheek… ’

‘ wouldn’t mind if u gave me more tmr afterschool ;) ’

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