#but missed and just rage kicked the thing and almost killed him with just that asdfghgfd its actually so funny that her

[thebest-medicine]

Day 24: Pinned

Tickletober 2023 - My Hero Academia - Class 1A - lee!Bakugo, lee!Midoriya

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A/N: first my hero academia fic??? neeed!!!! angry boy need tickled sometimes. god help whoever does it tho.

Summary: Bakugo is all three things: loud, angry, and ticklish. One of them is less obvious than the others, and he wants to keep it that way. 

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Loud, angry, and ticklish — these were among the many words that could describe Bakugo Katsuki. Like his quirk, he was often explosive with his voice and his temper. Ticklish, though? That was a pretty well-hidden feature, and one that not many would be willing to try with him! Not that anyone had in a long time. 

Until today. 

The sound of tittering laughter and chatter, much too loud and too cheery to be school-related, drew an already grumpy Bakugo toward the common room of the dorms. It seemed to be the place to be, he realized, when he walked in and saw most of his classmates relaxing around the couch, laughing and talking.

“What the hell are you all laughing about in here?” Bakugo barged in, asking loudly.

“Bakugo! Come on, Sero was just telling us the funniest story about—” Ochaco waved him over.

Bakugo cut her off. “Why don’t you losers stop sitting around laughing and wasting all day and get some goddamn work done! Ugh, Icy Hot and I have been working twice as hard as the rest of you because of our extra classes, and now you’re all slacking off?! It’s gonna be way too easy for me to surpass you! Where’s the challenge in that!? Now get off your asses and stop slacking!!!” 

Everyone stared back at him, their giggling long gone.

“It’s Sunday afternoon Bakugo…” Momo sighed.

“Yeah, come on, even heroes need to rest.” Tsu added.

“It’s good for you to relax a little. We’re all still training super hard!” Mina assured her classmate.

“Shut up! You’re all just a bunch of slackers and losers!” Bakugo grumbled loudly.

“Would it kill you to relax? Maybe smile a little?” Kaminari asked.

Bakugo turned to look at him, glaring with fuming rage. 

“We’re not even doing anything to bother you, Bakubro, come on!” Kaminari bargained. “If you want to keep studying then go back to your room, you don’t have to sit here watching us relax if you don’t want to join us.” 

“I WANT YOU TO TAKE YOUR STUDIES SERIOUSLY SO THAT IT MEANS SOMETHING WHEN I KICK YOUR ASS!!!” Katsuki yelled back.

“Seriously, come on…” Kirishima sighed. “You know we’ve all been working hard, we deserve some chill time!” If he squinted, it almost looked like Bakugo was steaming with anger.

In the dorms, with his guard down, focused on arguing with his friends and surrounded by his classmates, Bakugo didn’t sense the approach of his childhood friend from behind until it was too late. 

With a wide grin on his face, Midoriya had managed to creep up behind the grumpy, yapping dog that was Bakugo. He remembered something about his friend from a long time ago, and though he hadn’t tried it in many, many years, he was sure it would help here.

It was a matter of moments between when Bakugo was yelling back at Kirishima and Kaminari and when he finally felt the presence of someone approaching from behind. He ignored it for a second too long. Midoriya’s voice was friendly as it chided. “Kacchan, why are you being so mean?” And suddenly there were accompanying fingers pinching along Bakugo’s sides. 

“—GET BACK TO WO-AHHIIHHH!” His rant cut off into a very un-hero-like squeal at the unexpected tickle. Bakugo’s face, which was already red with anger, ripened further as he slowly spun his head to look behind him at Midoriya. “What. The FUCK!!!” 

“What just happened!?” Kaminari asked, smirking.

“Was that you Bakubro?” Kirishima said in disbelief.

“Deku, what did you just do?” Ochaco laughed.

“Oh my gosh! Bakugo are you ticklish?” Mina grinned, wiggling in her seat.

“That’s so cute!” Tsu agreed.

“Wait what? I missed it!” Sero turned to face him better.

Bakugo growled. “Deku…” 

Midoriya’s eyes widened as he saw Kacchan shift his weight to launch an offensive his direction. “Wait! Kacchan, I’m sorry don’t kill meEE—” He quickly sped off with a squeal out of the common room and into the hall as Bakugo bolted after him as fast as he could without shooting out explosions.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, DEKU!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know you would react so much!” Izuku laughed as he raced ahead of his rival and old friend. 

“SHUT UP AND PREPARE TO DIE!”

The rest of the class left them to it, not wanting to incur the wrath of a furious Bakugo as Midoriya just had. They were grateful to their classmate for allowing them to continue relaxing for a few more hours without having criticisms screamed at them. Bakugo had a point, but so did they. They would have to work hard but still relax hard, play hard. 

Down the hall, Shoji picked up the sound of a scuffle before everyone heard crash and tumble followed by the familiar sound of Midoriya’s laughter… though this time it sounded much more frantic than it usually did after a good story or funny joke. 

… 

Izuku didn’t know what he had been thinking when he’d tried to tickle Kacchan for a brief second in the common room of their dorm… He had been yelling at everyone and looked so angry, Izuku just wanted to distract him for a moment and maybe get him to relax or smile a little. He remembered having tickle fights with Kacchan when they were kids. It had been a long, long time. This time, he got the jump on him, just for a moment. It was in front of their classmates, so other people now knew Kacchan was ticklish. It made sense that he was so angry, he was angry a lot. But, it had been nice to catch a hint of his smile. Even if he had embarrassed him a little. 

Now that he’d done it, though, he realized too late the wrath he had provoked. 

Izuku sped down the hall as fast as he could, trying to race back to his dorm room in time to try to lock himself inside—though… Katsuki seemed mad enough that he might just activate his quirk and blow the door down. He didn’t make it far enough to find out, though. Bakugo crashed into him, shouting obscenities as he knocked them both to the ground. 

“Wait! Kacchan don’t! Not out here!” Midoriya yelped as Bakugo landed on him. He knew he was caught.

“Stupid Deku, see how you fucking like it!!” Bakugo growled, pushing Midoriya into the floor and kneeling over his thighs. He reached down, jabbing harsh, tickling fingers ruthlessly into Izuku’s sides. They squeezed up along his ribs and down to his hips. Izuku screeched out a laugh before flailing helplessly where he was already pinned. He tried to reach back behind him to grab or block a hand. 

“KACCHAHAHAN— I’M SORRYHEHEHE!” Izuku shrieked through his laughter. “IHIHIHI- I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE!” He cried, kicking into the floor. 

“Good! Die!!!” Bakugo answered, loud and angry, as he made a grab for Izuku’s wrist and hauled it up over his head. 

“NOHOHOHO— STAHAHAHAHOP!” Izuku cackled. 

Bakugo drilled fingers into his exposed armpit, and Midoriya felt tears welling in his eyes. Bakugo was ticklish, certainly, but Midoriya was… well neither of them had ever met anyone else so sensitive. How strange a trait for one determined to be the number one hero — to crumple and fall apart in the face of some simple tickling. Though, he wouldn’t call what Bakugo was putting him through ‘simple’. 

The way Bakugo saw it, the others may have seen that he was ticklish, but if he could make enough of an example out of Midoriya, no one else would dare try it again. He hoped. 

Midoriya’s other arm flailed and tapped out helplessly on the ground as Bakugo took advantage of every ticklish spot he could remember. The tickling hand even snuck down beneath him to claw against his stomach. “PL-PLHEEHEHEHEASE KACCHAN IHIHIHIHIHI CAN’T! CAHAHAN’T TAKE IT! AHAHA-STAHAHAHAHAHA—” 

Katsuki leaned in closer, still tickling viciously. “Never. Ever. Fucking. Do that again.” He paused for a second, his hand freezing against Izuku’s sides. “Understand me?” 

Izuku breathed in a few times, panting for air and giggling each breath out. After a few seconds, he spoke up. “Y-You mean like in front of people or just in general?” 

Bakugo’s face went red as he shouted, “IDIOT!” and started tickling anew. 

“WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!”

#tickletober 2023 #tickletober23 #ticklish!bakugo #ticklish!midoriya #my hero academia tickling #tickle fic #mine #fluff #class 1a #bakugo katsuki #kacchan #deko #izuku midoriya #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #tickling #loud angry ticklish #revenge #embarrassment #my fic #bakudeku #bkdk #dkbk #mina ashido #denki kaminari #kirishima eijirou

[reticent-writer]

imagine reader, muzan’s wife (aka: his only true equal. he gave her so much of his blood it almost killed them both), betrays him and joins the demon slayer corps after regaining her humanity (u can decide how that happens). since she’s his only true equal, he has no control over her whatsoever like with other demons, and he cannot read her mind. he’s absolutely heartbroken and upset when she betrays him. she joins the trio + rengoku on the mugen train without their knowledge. she saves rengoku’s life with her blood demon art and kills akaza. but…even after all that, can the trio and rengoku trust her? after all, she’s just as powerful as muzan and came out of nowhere to help…. (tanjiro and nezuko are on her side for sure; he can smell that she’s being honest about ‘wanting to make up for the things she did before she regained her humanity’. rengoku is grateful for her help, but overall…he is suspicious.) she leaves before the sunlight can reach her, and everyone is left wondering about her….

A/n: Sorry this took so long, summer has been kicking my ass more than school. coincidently I have a story like this in mind except with Muzan's son and the mother has brain damage.

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You married Muzan while he was still human

When the doctor turned him into a demon you like the amazing wife you are took the same medicine so that you could be a demon with him

For centuries you and Muzan have lived and loved together

You had followed him blinded and caused many deaths

When he created the moons he got more hostile

he had changed completely and even threatened to kill you

The first time that he hit you was out of rage after a meeting with the moons

He had slapped your head clean off, it hurt like hell

he regrated it but he didn't say anything

You had decided he had gone too far and needed to be stopped

After that you left for close to 10 years, you had started speaking to the current head of the Ubuyashiki's, Kagaya

You had told the young head many secrets, you confessed about every crime that you had committed

He had forgiven you and welcomed you into his family with open arms (after consulting his family of course)

although you never met any of the Hashira you know of them

and currently you were following Akaza after Muzan ordered him to kill the boy with the hanafuda earings

You were at the edge of the forest, judging to see if the fight was going to end in the flame Hashira's death.

You watched as the slayers fought with his whole heart. His speech really set your heart ablaze, you almost missed your time to intervene.

"Akaza, I am so sorry." You whispered into his ear as you teleported behind him. You cut off the arm that was heading towards the hashira's stomach and stabbed your nails into his neck, giving him a lot of your blood. (Muzan's and your blood don't mix and cause the body to implode or in a demons case their body disintegrates)

"Ma'am?" That was all Akaza could say before he is body went away with the wind.

You took a deep breath before looking at the astonished faces looking back at you.

"A DEMON KILLING A DEMON. WHAT'S HAPPENING" A boy with yellow hair screeched from the side of the train.

After that you had gained the respect of the Hashira (with the exception of a few *cough cough Obanai and Sanemi*)

Rengoku is very thankful that you saved his life but it also conflicted cause he was saved by a demon

Tanjiro trusts you, he knows you are genuine with everything you say

Nezuko is adorable, she always runs and hugs you when she sees you

Your kids with Muzan never lived long so being around the siblings was very refreshing

Inosuke wants to fight you, he always loses and hates it but he hates the fact that you hold back even more

Zenitsu is afraid of you, he avoids you at all costs

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#female reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #muzan x reader #kimitsu no yaiba x reader #reticent writes #reticent writer

[deathbxnny]

YQ's Mother Requestor Anon here! I think you're already expecting some angst request so here's the currently first one! Mother!Reader almost gets assassinated because let's be honest, someone would dare try to harm Jing Yuan's reputation and who would be better than his pregnant partner? Don't worry though, Yanqing manages to apprehend the assassin and in turn Jing Yuan apprehends Yanqing for his own good bc the poor boy is FURIOUS and probably would unalive the assassin if let go...

And oh yeah, Reader and the baby survive!

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A/N: I absolutely love this idea, Anon! You're once more showing me how creative my dear followers are and I love it haha! Also sorry for the wait, you probably know how busy things are by now lol-

Content: Fluff, established relationships, mentions of pregnancy, failed assassination attempts, mentions of battles, Jing Yuan being a menace, hurt/comfort, turns into a crackfic by the end, sfw

Reader is reffered to as Yanqing's mother and is pregnant!

((Not fully proofread))

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You knew, that it was too risky to go out on your own. It's why Jing Yuan always had guards surrounding you at all times or at least keep Yanqing with you, whenever he had nothing better to do. You were not only the generals esteemed lover, but also carrying his child, which made you even more important than you already were.

But alas, you also wanted some time to yourself as well, which event led you to finally sneaking off, when no one was looking. You were quite proud of it too, as you giggled to yourself about your small victory. You knew, that you'd get in trouble once Jing Yuan finds out. But could he really blame you? You couldn't remember the last time you took a walk on your own and whilst you understood why, a nice break was also good at times. Even if it made you completely vulnerable to people, that wanted to rid you and your child from the world, in order to weaken the generals resolve.

An assassin attacked you out of nowhere, practically missing you by an inch, as you cried out in fear and stumbled back. He tried slashing at you again with a knife, relentless and heartless with his attacks, when he was blocked from doing so by some familiar swords. You gasped, turning your head to see your son, who was practically fuming in rage.

He had come back early today and quickly hunted you down, after he noticed you gone. He didn't want his mother and future sibling to get hurt after all. And to see someone trying to hurt them made him blind with rage. He took down the assassin quickly, practically threatening his own life now, when he was suddenly peeled off him by some panicking cloud knights. Jing Yuan helped you up with worry in his eyes, though you knew, that you'd get a scolding later.

As the assassin got apprehended and taken away, Yanqing was suddenly put into handcuffs as well. He was shocked and appalled by this, angrily asking his general what he was doing. The older man claimed that it was for his own good, lest he tries to rightfully kill the assassin himself. But at the little smug smirk on his mentor's face, Yanqing knew that he found the sight of him like this funny.

As he was dragged away cursing and screaming, you couldn't help but swoon over Jing Yuan coming to "help" you and your children, which however was cut off by a stern look from the man. He took you home swiftly afterwards and made a medic check up on you just in case.

As for Yanqing? It took suspiciously long for him to finally be released and when he was, Jing Yuan got a good kick to his knees, which brought him down long enough for the boy to run away with his own smug smirk.

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A/N: I genuinely hope that this is coherent, because the word exhausted doesn't even begin to describe how I'm feeling...

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x reader #hsr yanqing #hsr yanqing x reader #hsr

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for beating up my brother and almost killing him? I, (??? M/F/Whatever) was built as a replica of my brother. A cheap, inferior product by my father to curb his loneliness as he was trapped in a lighthouse and missed his son. I am a robot. My brother, his "real son" is also a robot. I, however, was discarded as he had no use for me. His real son returned so any love he could have had for me shriveled up and died out. It was never mine. It was always his. I was just a side project, an experiment. Some temporary doll in the image of his true child he could project his love onto, to talk to as if I were him, and meant to last just long enough until the old man croaked. I do not care if he had any intention to come back for me. I trusted him and he ruined that. I trusted my "brother's" friends and they too, abandoned me and failed. I then met a girl who gave me new purpose in my life. I joined her biker gang and helped them resurrect some powerful demon guy who destroyed the city and ruled over it for like, a week. Before that, I was too busy chasing down my brother to beat him up. I brought him in, I trusted him. But he was in disguise to take us down and discover our leader's identity, who was my new friend. The only one who trusted me as me in the way nobody else ever did. I kicked his robotic behind really good and left him mechanically ruined for his friends to find. My gf (??? M/F/Whatever) does not like the person I'm becoming. He says that I'm like a different person these days. I don't think I'm that bad. I don't want to go back to being a naive fool. I refuse to be helpless again. I want nothing to do with people who only want me when I'm beneficial. I had to do this, I had to. The rage inside me is one you cannot hope to understand. If I cannot be loved or be able to love, then I will hate. I gaze upon the face carved in the image of vengeance and this is the only thing that understands me. My "brother" got everything. I had nothing. He is still the fool that believes in "our father." I exist to shatter his naive delusions. Naive, as I once was, having trusted that man. In every agonizing second, I exist. I do not belong anywhere as a copy. His face haunts me because it is my own yet it will never be mine. It is his fault I exist, and why I will never truly exist. He will never know me as painfully as I have had to know him. He will not see himself in the mirror as I see myself. Compared to what I have been through, who my brother is is meaningless to me. Everything I did, he deserved. He refused to fight me properly. He failed to prove himself superior than me. AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[yourmomisdateingme]

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted something but here’s a Yuu angst story for you!

Yuu is gender neutral also I’m not the best at writing but I tried my best with this I hope you like it!

XXX

I can’t hold my rage anymore

It was a day like any other day, but there was something in the sky that was giving a warning. When every house warden showed up to the meeting including Crowley….. but something was missing, not something but someone. At the the thought of the yuu not being there, there was a sudden pounce of thunder and lighting at once. It was so unexpecting because of how it was sunny all day; everyone in the room had all jumped from the sound.

After everyone has relaxed after the commotion there were loud and fast foot steps as if someone was running with all there force. You could hear it echo down the hall. There was a split second when it stoped but then the door slammed open.

“ILL KILL YOU!” Someone had screamed and pounced at Crowley, that’s someone happened to be yuu!?

“AGH!” Crowley had yelped when his body hit the ground. Yuu had a dagger at Crowley throat ready to slice and dice.

“What the-?!” Leona had gasped in shock as to seeing yuu attack.

“Yuu! Stop!” Azul has yelled with wide eyes as he jolted forward to help.

“I’m sorry yuu…..” riddle whispered under his breath as he took a deep breath. “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD” riddle had yelled activating his unique magic.

Riddle was always very lenient about using his powers against someone he cares about...especially with what happened to him back then, But this right now was a serious matter.

The heart shaped collar wrapped around Yuu's neck shocking them as the dagger had fallen from their grasp. Crowley quickly took advantage of this as he kicks the dagger into the corner of the room.

“AGH! Get this stupid thing off me!” Yuu had yelled in anger, they then start grabbing at the collar trying desperately to get it off.

“I’m Sorry Yuu but no... I can’t let you do this!” Riddle yelled trying to reason with yuu.

“Yuu-kun, what's gotten into you?!” Kalim yelled in desperation, kalim couldn’t believe anything that just happened and frankly he didn’t want to.

“Y-Yeah...W-We never see you like this before…” lida said barely above a whisper, he eyes show clear concern for his friend.

“Why did you tried to attack Headmaster Crowley?” Malleus asked butting into the non-existent conversation. They all wanted answers but yuu wasn’t answering them. In the meantime Crowley was completely silent, almost as if he knows the reason for the attack.

“Why?” Yuu had chuckled angrily and he facepalmed there self. Yuu glared at the dorm leaders, who surprisedly all flinched, seeing the look in there eyes... It was a look that scream anger, hatred, & rage.

“Why?! DON'T GIVE ME THAT BULL! You All Know Why! You Were All There When It Happened!!” Yuu snapped out at them, his body was trembling with anger and….. sadness?

They all looked down at their feet, a guilty conscious set adrift in their hearts.

He was right. They all know why he's mad.

Because...of what happened to...

The only thing you could hear from the center of the destruction was yuu’s sobs. They were crawling at the ground screaming at the sky.

“Grim...GRIM!!!” Yuu yells pitifully.

“Y-Yuu-kun... You know I had no choice.” Crowley didn’t even have an ounce of remorse for yuu’s lose, he didn’t care what happened, the only he cares about is his reputation.

“BULLSHIT! YOU HAD A CHOICE! YOU JUST CHOOSE TO GET RID OF HIM!!!” Yuu quickly took Crowley by the shoulder, all Crowley could see was the absolute anger in yuu’s eyes.

“THERE COULD'VE BEEN ANOTHER WAY! ANOTHER WAY TO SAVE HIM!!!! W-WHEN HE OVERBLOTED...!” Yuu started to sob uncontrollably, the death grip on Crowleys shoulders only tightening.

“WHY??!” Yuu sobbed out, they wanted answers but in the back of their mind they already knew the answer to her question.

It happened right after Malleus' Overblot...

After eating Malleus black blot stone Grim becomes a giant chimera while everyone, including Yuu, is watching. Seeing his best friend become such a monster, ultimately destroys Yuu, inside out.

Yuu was devastaded. Grim has been with him ever since the very beginning of his stay in Twisted Wonderland. Sure he may have caused lots of problems for him there was no denying that Yuu also cares for Grim.

Grim have showed to have grow kind of fond & compassionate of Yuu.

Grim could've just left Scarabia alone and left Yuu behind but he didn't. He stayed...he stayed for Yuu. They went on many adventures together and they became more than just master and servant.

They formed a bond with each other...but now...that bond was gone.

Yuu had tried everything to call out for him and try to snap him out of it. He even had to approach him but sadly...overblot Grim wouldn't recognize them, instead glaring at them with irrational hatred, no trace of his old memories coming back.... He was no longer Grim. But a monster overbolt.

The dorm leaders had no choice but to get Yuu away from Grim while Crowley showed up...and made his own decision to end Grim's life because he viewed him as dangerous. Despite Yuu's pleads, Crowley ignored him and put Grim out of his misery.

Everyone stayed silent but vil couldn’t stand to see the beautiful, kind perfect sob in-front if him. He didn’t know what to say to the only thing that left his mouth was “Oh Yuu...” but it was so quiet no one heard.

“Yuu...You understand that if I were to let Grim live, he would've-“ Crowley wasn’t even able to continue his pathetic excuse as Yuu started yelling again.

“I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE NO MORE ABOUT YOUR STUPID SCHOOL!” They said standing up and grabbing at there chest.

“GRIM IS GONE BECAUSE OF YOU!” Another yell came from yuu’s quivering lips.

“SO WHAT IF HE OVERBLOTED?! LOOK AT THEM!” Yuu particularly screamed at the top of there scream as they pointed to the dorm leaders.

“Riddle overbloted because of the expectations of his mother and everyone else!” Yuu started to rant, trying to make everyone see what happened to grim doesn’t justify shit.

“Leona overbloted because he was constantly compared and upstaged by his brother!” Leona’s ears fell down in shame.

“Azul was bullied as Jade & Floyd's loss of existence caused him to overbloted!” Yuu pointed at Azul.

“AND HOLY SHIT DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS ONE!” Yuu grabbed there own hair and pulled it as he yelled.

“Kalim never overbloted because Jamil took his place! Though I wouldn't be surprised if he did after Jamil's betrayal!” Yuu started laughing at themself as tears were falling down Crowleys mask.

Yuu bent down to get on Crowleys level. “Oh I’m not even fucking done yet! GET UP ON YOUR FUCKING FEET!” At yuu’s raised voice Crowley stood up quickly and brushed himself off.

“Vil's Overblot was valid due to conspiracy of staying beautiful while being jealous! And Idia overblotted because he was overwhelmed of his curse lineage!” When Yuu mentioned ldia he jumped backwards.

“Then Malleus overblotted and put everyone to sleep because he felt the need to save them!” Malleus face instantly turned into a frown as he was mentioned.

“Please understand! The situation was different!” Crowley tried to defend himself but they only lead to Yuu laughing at him.

“Oh good excuse!” Yuu’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

“I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING, CROWLEY! EVERYTHING! TO HELP KEEP EVERYONE IN THIS SCHOOL STABLE FOR YOU! BUT YOU COULDN'T DO THE SAME FOR ME!” The sky outside turned dark and gloomy, it’s started to pour rain and thunder could be heard.

“Yuu! Enough!” Riddle tried to defuse the situation.

“Herbivore...We get it...just chill out for a moment.” Leona was following after riddle.

“Please Yuu...Calm down...Headmaster Crowley understands your anger and-?!” Azul tried to reason but was cut off with yuu’s screaming.

“YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY ANGER!!!” That quickly got everyone to shut up, they all were silent not knowing what to say.

“If you did...You all wouldn't be on his side.” A bitter laugh was heard.

“I'll never forgive you,

Crowley...Never...Because of you...Grim is DEAD! DEAD! NEVER COMING BACK!” There was a dark overwhelming power that started to surround Yuu.

“Oh no...” that was all ldia could say.

“This power I'm sensing... there Overblotting?!” Malleus quickly took out his wand to help you.

“I thought he couldn't use magic...” leona yelled out loud also grabbing his wand.

“That's impossible! The collar around his neck should be draining any magic from there body-?!” Riddle tried to understand the situation.

“NEVER FORGIVE! NEVER FORGET! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!!!!” ink poured onto there body.

“NO! YUU!” Azul pleaded but it was useless.

“STOP YUU! PLEASE! THIS ISN'T YOU!” All vil could do was watch their dear friend transform.

“EVERY LAST OF YOU! JUST DIE!!!! GRIM!!”

Everything happend so fast you couldn't even blink...Yuu overblots and transforms. Grims overbloted version was there right beside Yuu. Just liked they promised, to always be by each others side.

“Oh No....What Have I Done?” Crowley said fearful.

Then...The Twisted Wonderland World Was Shrouded In Dark Blue Flames and Darkness....

#twisted wonderland #yuu twisted wonderland #yuu angst #tw death #twst grim #leona kingscholar #mallues draconia #kalim al asim #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #vil schoenheit #dire crowley #angst

[damagedintellect]

Nakahara Chuuya x Reader

💌 Would this be considered a social suicide? : Chapter 1  💌  

Summary: You knew it was dangerous to take walks at night but hearing the water rushing under the bridge was calming to your nerves. You didn’t imagine you’d ever fall into the river and somehow wake up in your favorite anime. The isekai that I’m sure will come back to haunt me. It’s kept me up all night but I might as well get the brainrot out.

Notes: Reader is Isekai’d into BSD, Slow to start, Chuuya is endgame but there’s a fair bit of reader & Dazai moments too 

💌 Word count: 2,348 💌  Available Chapters [You are here] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

You stood over the bridge looking out at the sunset. You would have to return home before it got too dark but the tranquil sound of the rushing water underneath you always calms your nerves after an episode. Things have been pretty rough lately but you’d live. As a writer you were your worst critic. You were almost done with your first big manuscript and you just needed to get past the final hurdle before you could start seeking out publishing companies. At the beginning your novel came easy but as the ending chapters were approaching you started to dread finishing it. The unknown future was a scary thought. Multiple what if’s flooding your mind. The fear that you would have wasted the better of a year and a half writing a story for no actual gain was one of them. It shouldn’t be considered wasted time because writing it helped you in many ways but the ever looming thought that you could have accomplished much more in the same amount of time is a burden that will never leave you alone. If only things could be as easy as the media you consumed. Your recent obsession with a certain anime series wasn’t helping either but it’s captivated your heart and it’s all you think about nowadays. Which is what spurred on the little tiff with your writing. All you’ve done recently is play the Bungo Stray Dogs mobile game trying to pull the rate up Chuuya unit to the point where you were actually no lifing it. While you agree that you might be going overboard just a little, you might actually have formed an addiction to playing marbles. You honestly preferred when you were analyzing and fantasizing about the contrast of the strong bonded characters. Not to mention how much you can see yourself in everyone. The amount of character study is comforting to you and one day you wish to write something that makes others feel the way you do when you read BSD. From your perspective this was just research but to the rest of the world haha whoops just your autism is showing. It’s a limiting belief you weren’t sure how to get rid of either. The need to constantly do and be productive with your time otherwise you fail at society when ultimately success is subjective.

Before you could turn around you were harshly grabbed by the arm. You were pushed against the railing as your assailant threatened you to stay quiet. A knife was brandished against your neck but almost foolishly the wrong side was being pressed against you. The man reeked of alcohol so maybe he wasn’t all there right now. Mustering as much rage and aggression you’ve been bottling up for years you think to yourself that this was now or never. If there was one thing you have been thinking about since childhood it was pulling off a Miss Congeniality. Shouldering him in the gut, stepping on his foot, elbow to the face, and finishing it off with a swift kick to the dick. Panic was starting to kick in. You didn’t think that would work but that doesn’t matter right now you should start running. As you were about to bolt he grabbed your leg and your dumbass clutched onto the railing trying to use your bodyweight to break free and it worked due to the thug letting you go but your momentum was already set in motion. You threw yourself over the railing crashing in the icy water below.

—

“Dazai I swear if this was one of your planed double suicides I’m going to kill you!” a voice rang out. You could still feel the sensations of floating your memory murky. 

“I assure you if it was, me and this lovely lady would already be dead but unfortunately Atsushi here ruined that miracle for me.”

You choked, you recognized those voices “D-Dazai?” When your vision came too you were in Atsushi’s lap as Kunikida was shaking his partner. This couldn’t be real. 

“Ah so sleeping beauty’s awake. Kunikida as a gentleman you should ask her if she’s alright and stop strangling me.” 

Reluctantly the blonde did as he was told and let go, kneeling in front of you “Are you alright my colleague said you were floating in the river?” his eyes were full of concern.

You looked dazed, glancing around to see the familiar riverbank that Atsushi starts at during the very beginning of Bungo Stray Dogs. You looked at your hands. You were still wearing the same clothes you put on this morning, admittedly they were much soggier than you remember but you had no memory of the day or how you ended up in the river. For some reason you knew who these people were and what seemingly happens to them in the future. The most notable thing was you were grossly aware of the fact that this universe belonged to your favorite manga that currently was on its 108th chapter? This had to be a dream. If you played along maybe you’d eventually wake up. You’ve had lucid dreams before, it wasn’t too far fetched but the ache in your heart didn’t want you to wake up. Finally you looked up at Kunikida who was patiently waiting for your answer but before you could give a response your stomach growled. How embarrassing, now you really wanted to die.

Dazai keeled over laughing “I guess introductions can wait till we get something to eat, how about that?” He offered you a hand over his partner's shoulder to help you up. You snapped out of your haze to grab his hand and say “I can’t remember much so I think that’s for the best.” 

What have you gotten yourself into?

At dinner Atsushi spent no time at all stuffing his face as Kunikida and Dazai bantered back and forth. Dialogue you remembered from when you watched the show originally. You forgot how furious Kunikida was over the whole ordeal and you felt bad knowing what Atsushi was going to say next. He really needed a hug.

“I came to Yokohama straight from the orphanage. I’ve had nothing to eat and nowhere to sleep since. I thought I’d starve to death.”

“You came from an orphanage?” Dazai questioned. He was sitting across from you casually and despite being hungry you noticed that he didn’t order anything to eat. You had ordered one out of solidarity. You’ve always wanted to try tea on rice but never bothered trying to find a place that makes it in your area. Atsushi was already on his twelfth bowl or so as he continued the conversation. 

“I was yes but they kicked me out.”

“Sounds like a real philanthropic organization.” Dazai turned his attention from Atsushi to you “How about you? Remember anything now?” He rested his head on the back of his hands.

You nodded “I think my name is (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N). Still trying to work out where I came from and how I got in the river but it’s something to start.” Being vague was probably for the best right now. Although you would have to find some way into the Armed Detective Agency eventually. After that you could be a little more bold with your knowledge. Without an ability though, it would be by the skin of your teeth and your memory of the events to come. Not everyone in the agency had an ability or combative skills but they had plot armor, you sadly do not. Being caught up with the manga was great for knowing everything to come but you'd have to remember things you've read and watched months ago. There was no room for error as it stood currently. Your life literally depended on it. You wondered if you could pull it off. If you didn't you could always try the port mafia. It would be more risky and twice as dangerous but at least you could hopefully get a glimpse of a certain redhead before you died. Who knows, could be fun.

“Dazai we’re not a couple of do good-ers going around helping hard luck cases. We’ve got a job to do.” Kunikida nudged the other with his book leading Atsushi to question “That reminds me. You said that your current job involves the military. What kind of work do you do.”

“We’re private investigators” Dazai gave his signature smirk bringing his hand up to rest under his chin. What an absolute dork you loved this waste of bandages.

“Investigators?”

“But we handle more than lost pets and cheating spouses. Our office has uniquely gifted investigators, we’re the Armed Detective Agency.”

You sat upright with Atsushi. While he was having his little monologue you softly muttered “The Armed Detective Agency.” trailing off you made your eyes as wide as you could like you were seeing a vision before you shook your head staring back as Atsushi. “Tiger?” you stated in a hushed tone. Hopefully you were acting strange enough for Dazai to notice, it was the only way your plan was going to work out. You needed a reason to be kept around but not to upstage Atsushi's importance. Not like that could really happen since he is the tiger but still. You needed your bases covered without being too off the wall. The harsh bottom line was this was your only chance because you have no idea if your choices affect the story yet. On top of that you have no money, no friends and no shelter so they were your only option.

“You guys are looking for a tiger.” You stated it as a fact, regaining their attention after Dazai’s little health hanging prank.

Kunikida stopped strangling Dazai as the two exchanged looks. “We never said what the job was, it's not supposed to be a secret or anything but how’d you come to that conclusion?” He pushed up his glasses for emphasis.  

You tilted your head for effect. “I don’t know it was just a feeling I got when I looked at Atsushi kinda like a weird deja vu.” you played it off quizzically like you were also figuring things out as they progressed. 

Atsushi stared across the table “You’re looking for a tiger?” You could feel him tense.

“Yes, a ferocious man eater who's recently appeared in the city. Well not that we know for sure it's devoured anyone but it’s ransacked warehouses, eaten farm animals and caused general chaos. The authorities have received all kinds of scary reports about it” Dazai sighed, slipping back into his uninterested mood. In Atsushi’s panic he knocked over his chair and a couple of bowls as he tried to crawl away. You watched the scene play out as Kunikida pinned him to the floor and the interrogation started. You sat patiently as Atsushi was then asked if he was free to be bait.

“Forget it no way!”

You laughed at Atsushi’s outburst trying to lighten the mood. “I don’t know Atsushi. If it’s after you I feel like this is the perfect opportunity to get it off your back for good. What if I tagged along? Strength in numbers right?” He stood up and defended himself “That doesn’t make it better! I’m not doing this okay. I know what you’re thinking, you’re planning to use me as bait-”

“There’s a reward you know.”

From there Atsushi’s fate was sealed and you all made your way over to the warehouse. You waited around for hours, everyone keeping to themselves. This was something they didn’t show you in anime but you figured time would pass as normal anyhow. You were laying on one of the crates that was across from Atsushi. You had been staring up at the ceiling after staring at Dazai became boring. He was literally reading his book. You saw his eyes move across the page. You really weren't sure what else you expected. As soon as Atsushi opened his mouth you rolled your eyes.

 Finally, show time.

 It’s not like you’d actually be of any help, you just needed to make sure you didn’t die or get in the way. Hopefully the groundwork you set prior would be enough. If you were in Dazai's shoes and some girl you've never seen before who has amnesia but happens to know the details of your mission, it would be pretty strange. It's not as strong as Atsushi’s but fingers crossed it was enough. When Atsushi started to turn, you stretched and said “Guess that’s my cue to leave, I’ll let Kunikida and the others know.” Dazai only smirked and continued to monologue to Atsushi who would not remember the speech later. You casually strode out of the warehouse seeing the others already surrounding the building, hearing the ruckus inside. You didn’t speak, only waved them in as you made your way back to Dazai seeing that the dust had already settled and Atsushi was already on the ground. After everyone else got to take a jab at him the brunette finally spoke.

“I’ve already made my decision. We’re going to make them one of us.”

You sighed in relief when he gestured to you as well. You didn't want to be presumptuous and assume he meant "them" as in plural when that's not always the case. Regardless, your personal mission was accomplished. It was enough to be lumped in with Atsushi but you weren’t out of the woods yet. It was enough to get you through the night. If you didn’t wake up from this dream you’d still have the entrance exam to worry about. Then the matter of how much you give away about possibly having an ability and next being able to live the lie you’ve crafted. As a writer it shouldn’t be that hard to craft yourself a solid backstory but there was still no proof of your existence outside waking up at the riverside. You’d have to be careful but you were up for the challenge. After all, what have you got to lose?

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#BSD isekai au no one asked for #nakahara chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #chuuya nakahara x reader #don't mind me just playing around with BSD like dolls #xreader #x reader

[klbwriting]

Broken Prism

Chapter 10

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: lil'bit of fighting

Summary: Jason goes home and it's not a great time

Waking up on the floor of the Bat Cave was the last thing you’d thought you’d ever do. But here you were, groggy with a massive headache, sitting up to see Bruce, Alfred, Dick, and another boy, barely old enough to drive, watching you. You stood slowly and groaned, swallowing. Your throat hurt and you touched it gently, knowing the bruising was bad. Bruce looked down ashamed, as he should be. You glared at all of them.

“He’s not going to come just because you’re keeping me hostage,” you said. Dear God, never in your entire career of running around Gotham had you been kidnapped and in the six months since Red Hood came into your life it had happened three times. Maybe Jason was bad luck. The others ignored you, going about their business, whispering to each other. You caught snippets of the conversation as you paced around the Cave, trying to figure out where you could leave from.

“Told him she was here…” the youngest said and you stopped pacing. You noticed then the fragile way he stood, like he might have a bruised rib, and his chin had a nasty gash on it, liked he’d been hit with something like brass knuckles.

“He kicked the shit out of you didn’t he?” you asked, making them all turn. The new Robin glared. “Can you blame him? You did replace him, probably had something to prove.”

“Ya, that he’s an asshole,” the boy said. You chuckled. “What’s so funny?”

“You make it sound like you wouldn’t do the same thing in his situation,” you said back. Could any of them really say that they wouldn’t react badly if they had been in Jason’s boots? “What’s your name? I know the rest of them, might as well add you.” The boy looked at Bruce who nodded that he could say something.

“Tim,” he said simply. You smiled at him.

“It's nice to meet you Tim, now can I please go home? Honestly, he’s not coming,” you said, waving your hands around to show that no one else was there. Then you heard footsteps from behind you and turned, seeing the familiar glint of a red helmet. “O fuck me, for crying out loud, you didn’t have to come here, not like Batman is going to take prisoners.” Jason stopped next to you, looking over you before taking the helmet off. Despite Bruce, Alfred, and Dick knowing that Jason was Red Hood they still gasped at the sight of him. Jason dropped the helmet, and you wondered what they must have been thinking, especially Bruce. He had seen Jason after Joker had killed him, his face and body should be covered in scarred, disformed until he was unrecognizable, but here he was, almost pristine with just a few new scars and eyes that didn’t seem to know what color they wanted to be all the time.

Jason faced his old family for the first time in seven years and he couldn’t lie, he had missed them. He felt a surge of emotions and couldn’t settle on one, anger, happiness, despair, all of them intermingling and fighting for attention. He turned to look at YN and noticed some bruising on her neck that had definitely not been there last night. He turned, gently taking her face in his hand, tilting her chin so he could see better.

“Who did this to you?” he asked, focus now solely on her. He felt the rage building, the pit urging him to find who had done this and hurt them. Her eyes flicked towards Bruce, and he turned, snarling. “Did you do that?” he demanded. Bruce held up his hands.

“She had information I needed…” he started, but Jason wasn’t going to let him finish. He could have used his guns, but he had been waiting for a moment where he could use his fists to tell Bruce how angry he was. He threw fist after fist, Bruce dodging half of them before laying an attack of his own. As much as Jason would have liked to prove he had surpassed his mentor, he hadn’t. He came close in the moment, but the rage blinded him to an easy opening, Bruce saw it. Bruce threw the jab right at his sternum and the wind was knocked out of him even with the armor still on. Another shot took his stomach, doubling him and giving Bruce the time to upper cut up, sending up sprawling on the floor. It was clear Bruce was about to throw a kick when suddenly YN was in front of Jason, body over his as it lay on the floor, shielding him.

“ENOUGH!” Alfred cried, freezing Bruce before he could throw the kick. Jason panted, the rage quelling at the feeling of YN’s arm around his waist. He noticed that the rage ebbed and so did the laughter of the Joker that had been haunting him, the look of disappointment from Bruce that he saw when he closed his eyes, those thoughts all seemed to flee at the feeling of her holding him. It was freeing and it was terrifying.

“You know what, I’m starving, can we order pizza before we decide to do more fight club?” YN said, sitting up, keeping herself between Bruce and Jason, her hand on his knee as he pushed himself to sit beside her. Dick came forward, putting a hand on Bruce’s shoulder as the man looked down at his former protégé and the woman protecting him. Jason couldn’t read his face but figured he must be thinking of a way to use YN against him. Not like Batman could let Red Hood exist. YN was becoming a problem, again, but Jason desperately didn’t want that to be the case. The other three headed towards the elevator and Jason moved to stand but the hand on his knee stayed him.

“What?” he snapped, trying so hard to sound angry, to sound like she should run from him. She just turned to face him and sighed.

“Don’t take that tone with me, what are you doing here? You don’t have to follow me around falling into traps like an amateur!” she said. Jason was taken aback, mouth falling open for a moment.

“You were kidnapped…again,” he said back, standing finally, retrieving his helmet only to have it snatched out of his hands. He didn’t feel he needed his guard up around YN but maybe he did. He tried to take it back but she held it out of reach.

“Stop! Today they kidnapped me to trick you into coming. If you had just stayed away they would have let me go. I don’t see any cells down here to keep me in,” she said. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Ya, their cells have plush mattresses,” he grumbled. He snatched at the helmet again and this time she let him have it. He looked at it but didn’t put it on. “You don’t want me as a soulmate, I’m sorry you’re stuck with me but it’s dangerous.”

“So? I wonder around the streets stealing information from supervillains, not like I’m inept. I’m not a vigilante but I protect myself fairly well. And Jason, I do want you, not as a soulmate yet though, I just want to be your friend. You look like you need one,” she said. He looked at her, trying to hide the truth behind that statement but she held his gaze and he sighed, letting himself slump a little. “Get out of here, I’ll be at my apartment tonight, my roommates both have dates so how about you come hang out? Do you have anything you desperately need to do?” He had to admit he didn’t. His calendar was empty tonight, he had secured the weapons he needed to take down Two-Face’s bank heist that he was planning for two nights from now, so Jason was going to rest anyway.

“Maybe,” he said. She smiled wide. “That’s not yes.”

“I know, I’ll leave the window unlocked for you,” she said before she followed where the others had gone. He hoped she knew how to explain him leaving because he was not going to sit around having pizza with those assholes again ever.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jasontodd #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood x you #redhood #red hood #red hood x y/n #brokenprism

[lionydoorin]

so how do you think things would go in 6 if amber got away with being ghostface, say ritchie shot liv and amber never revealed herself and he died before he could reveal his partner. does his family know about amber, does she specifically get targeted alongside sam. how does tara react when she learns that amber was the one that attacked her last year

oh. OH this would be a treat.

i'm gonna put this under the cut because i'm pretty sure i'm gonna talk a lot.

amber getting away would play really well into the whole "she's the real mastermind" thing the directors had said in an interview before. the idea that she didn't really love richie but saw him as a means to an end, in this case, the creation of her perfect stab 8 script.

she wasn't stupid. she knew his plan of framing sam carpenter for the murders would probably not work; and, quite frankly, the idea of having the daughter of the original serial killer as an unexpected hero was as enticing as having her as the killer. so, when things got rough, she betrayed him.

when he shot liv, amber sprung into action, throwing her body on top of his as she held his arm up. surprised eyes stared back at her as she smirked, kicking between his legs so he would kneel on the ground in front of her. tara, in all of her bravery, assisted her in holding his arm, while amber did her best to pull the gun from his grip; richie shot her shoulder, right then, hearing her groan in pain as she falls back beside mindy's unconscious body.

he's the one who ties tara and hides her in the closet, expecting amber to follow up with the plan. they didn't talk about her outwardly attacking him, but she was supposed to reveal herself later, so he figured she was just playing her part as a survivor. richie's also the one who tries to trick sidney and gale when they arrive, but, not only does he fail, but he misses the shot that would hit gale before he walks back in.

he also expects amber to make sidney's phone call, one that never comes, and sam stabs him in the back with a knife before he can shoot sidney or gale as they walk in. they fight, him shooting her in the abdomen twice as she falls to the ground.

before he can finish her off, tara hits him with one of her crutches, having been untied by amber while the fight erupted in the entrance. sam gets on top of him, throwing the gun away before she stabs him 22 times and slits his throat just the same.

amber is taken away in an ambulance, her eyes closed, hand over the wound that was bleeding out. she's filled with pride and joy as she's taken to the hospital, knowing she got everything she wanted and more.

true to her word, she sells a stab 8 remake script written by her, anonymously, as soon as gale weathers publishes her book about the 2022 murders. the movie is announced six months later.

scream 6 plays similarly, as well, only with amber filling the place as tara's love interest where chad is in the original movie. i'd like to think they would be back to their constant dancing around each other, tara not confessing out of fear of losing amber. she moves in with them in new york, sharing an apartment with tara, sam and, eventually, quinn.

she didn't know the rest of the kirsch family— they didn't really talk about these stuff, too busy obsessing over their plan for six months to even think about the future he thought they would have. quinn did know about amber, though, having found their texts plotting the woodsboro killings back when the family received richie's personal belongings after his death.

it filled the family with rage, seeing her walk away with it while he was dead. and when quinn accidentally walked into amber almost kissing tara, the girl who she once planned to murder, after the halloween party, she felt furious.

sam was still their primary target, of course – she was the one who ultimately killed richie, and did so in such a brutal, humiliating way. but, after telling her father and brother about who amber was, and what she'd done, it was obvious she had to go down, as well.

but to simply kill her would be one thing; they had to crush her completely, starting by ruining everything she seems to have done her best to build.

it starts by injuring her when they get to the abandoned theatre. amber and tara finally share their first kiss, so lost in their own universe they don't notice the hooded presence behind tara, not until she is stabbed in the back.

the other ghostface is quick to do the same to amber, slicing her shoulder, letting out a chuckle as the raven haired girl screams and immediately turns to throw a punch at them. sam and chad appear to the rescue right when amber is stabbed on her side; chad pushes ghostface away from her, and is still stabbed multiple times while amber and sam hold tara — who's yelling chad's name, sobbing, as she watches her friend get murdered right in front of her.

amber is exposed when they're back inside, the three ghostfaces staring back at them as they reveal themselves. just like in the original one, dialogue starts when quinn takes off her mask, revealing herself as the third killer. "hey roomies, didn't see that one coming, did you?"

"yeah, because you died!" tara exclaims, eyes wide, staring at quinn like she's looking at a ghost. amber places a hand on her hip, pulling her back.

"kinda didn't, though," quinn raises her eyebrows, looking at her father for a brief moment before continuing. "it was a good way to get off the suspect list. stab gale weathers, stab mindy on the train... that sort of thing."

"and just i made sure that i was first on the scene, so i could switch her body up with a fresh one." detective bailey says, squeezing his children's shoulders as to signal them to continue with what they had orchestrated. "a little fake blood, a prosthetic... you'd be amazed in what a grieving father can get away with."

"though, we aren't the only experts at getting away with stuff here!" ethan giggles, walking to nancy loomis' mannequin so he can place her mask in its place. "isn't that right, amber?"

sam and tara immediately turn to look at her.

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

wayne rolls his eyes, pointing the gun at her as she takes a step towards him. "oh, please, your little act would never last. in one way or another, the past would come right. back. at you."

amber looks to her sides, clenching her fists, noticing how sam is immediately taking a few steps away from her, in tara's direction. tara is still stuck in place, frowning, her eyes searching for the truth in amber's expressions.

a sound draws their attention away from the girl.

projected on the curtains, there plays a video where richie kirsch is seen lying against a hotel bed, his hair wet from the shower and an arm positioned behind his head. he seems to be laughing at something, and when he turns the camera to record the something in question, a hooded figure is there, cloak and knife in hands as they turn around to show off their costume.

how do i look, honey?

amber's voice fills the speakers, making both of the carpenter sisters look at her with wide eyes.

you look amazing, baby. and you'll look even better with tara carpenter's blood all over your mask.

amber's eyes are glued to the screen, lips pursed, a scowl ever present as she watches the clip. she doesn't feel fear or guilt, but a secret third thing; this unexplainable shame at getting caught, of having what is definitely her biggest, darkest secret exposed to those that mattered the most.

this is when tara also backs up, feeling sam pull her by the wrist so she can position herself in front of her younger sister. while tara's eyes fill with tears, sam's are of pure rage, looking at amber as if she's the worst thing she has ever seen.

as tara realizes what it all means, all of her breath is pulled away from her throat and she's clawing her chest, her other hand holding on to sam as she lets out a painful sob. it feels like a knife to her chest, carving her up, writing amber and killer on her heart before it rips it in tiny pieces.

"tara, i-"

"stay the fuck back, freeman!" sam growls, gritted teeth and furious eyes all but demanding her to not come closer. she tightens her grip on tara and takes another step back, feeling tara's shaky grip on her faltering.

"a-amber, how- how could- you.. you are.." tara whispers in between sobs, big doe eyes staring back at amber's seemingly empty ones.

"tara, i'm not the same person i was a year ago. i changed. i chose you, i chose to stay with you and-"

"oh please, amber, you never chose anyone but yourself, you can't expect people to fall for the same little tricks you pull over and over again. you're a selfish cunt who manipulates people into getting what you want, only to discard them when they're not useful to you." ethan scoffs, rolling his eyes as he interupts amber's scene.

"this isn't true! tara, please, believe me, i-"

sam clenches her fists, wide eyes staring into amber's as she all but growls once again. "freeman, if you don't shut the fuck up i will cut you into pieces-"

"there she is," quinn taunts, eyebrows raised, slowly walking towards sam and tara with her knife pointed at the oldest carpenter. the tip of her knife traces sam's chest, and she is stuck in the spot, hearing tara's shaky breath behind her as her grip on sam's hand tightens. "there's the fucking killer."

"wh- a kil- look, i don't know what you believe, but i didn't commit those murders in woodsboro, it wasn't me!" sam angrily spits out, face inches way from quinn's as she looks at her straight in the eyes.

"oh we know that, of course you didn't- what, you think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? come on, who do you think that started the rumours about you in the first place?" bailey exclaims, pointing at quinn with his head, his daughter smirking as she waves with her free hand.

"because it's not enough to just kill someone these days. you have to assassinate their character first." ethan approaches them, pulling amber towards him as he places his knife in front of her throat. "so when dad here 'discovers' your horribly mutilated bodies, posed with sam wearing her father's mask and amber wearing hers? they'll say some poor, dumb bastard read on the internet that you were the real ghostfaces and took matter into their own deluded hands."

"exactly! that's why it's the perfect alibi! and all the best lies are based on the truth. you," bailey points at amber, then at sam, "and you, are both killers. just like your father, samantha."

"no i'm not!"

"yes you are, you motherfucker, you killed our brother!"

"you... you're richie's family?" amber says, struggling against ethan's hold as the knife sits on her throat, threatening to sink into it with every movement.

bailey was right. the past did come to get her. and there was little she could do to stop it.

#okay i'm gonna stop here #whether amber really cares about tara or if she's only saying that to try to save her ass is up to the viewer's interpretation #but there are three ways she could end in scream 6: #a) she sacrifices herself to stop the kirsch/baileys. again- not necessarily because she truly loves or care about tara #but also because she knows there's no way she would get out of this alive #b) she helps them kill the family. sam is still furious and still very much wants her to pay for what she did to tara. #amber tries to fight for her life but is ultimately overpowered by sam and dies with the other ghostfaces #or c) she helps them kill the family. sam doesn't kill her. #kirby was there though. and she arrests amber alive. she's sentenced to life in prison and tara never sees her again #anyway. there is no way she would ever be forgiven and sam wouldn't allow such a person near her sister with a reason :) #so it's a lose-lose-lose situation for amber #ma talks scream #ask #krikeymate #scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #amber freeman #tamber #ma ur writing

[tommysversion]

Unconditionally: Joel Miller x OC (Part 6/10)

Summary: Lucy loves Joel Miller unconditionally. A cross country trip to escort an immune, bad mouthed teenager to safety might just prove it.

CWs: canon typical violence / unsafe sex / age gap / language / spoilers (if anyone cares) / canon divergence / mentions of attempted sexual assault / themes of previous suicidal tendencies

Note: this work is intended for adult audiences only. It is not strictly canon compliant, and was originally posted to A03 when I first ventured into the fandom.

Chapter Index: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

[ Fifteen Months Prior … ]

Lucy wrapped her scarf a little tighter around herself as she paced through the near deserted backstreets of the QZ. It wasn’t a long walk between her place and Joel’s, and she wanted to drop off his share of what she had left before morning, so he could trade for what he needed.

Half the pharmaceuticals she had scavenged weren’t intended for recreational use, but they still had that effect, and people wanted them, so they’d pay. But that wasn’t her mode of operation. She wanted to keep people healthy, not get them high. So she shilled out drugs to those in need, and gave half of what was left to Joel as payment for taking her out on scavenging trips to begin with.

She didn’t need to pay him anymore; they’d come to a sort of mutual understanding recently, but she still felt bad if she didn’t. The older man had had a rough life, and she felt bad for accepting his help - his protection - without paying for it. Nothing came free in the QZ, and she knew that even if they did have an understanding, it would be wrong not to split the bounty.

Hence, her being out on the streets at this hour. Joel was expecting her. She always made her drops late at night, after she’d already made her rounds to the sick. She’d drop off the goods, they’d have a drink, and then she’d head home before curfew. A couple times, they’d had a few too many, and she’d passed out on his couch. No big deal.

Lucy assumed they were friends, or as close to friends as Joel got. He was prickly and guarded and she knew it, but she was fond of the man anyway. He was older than her, by a number that would have been significant in the old world. In this new world it didn’t matter so much, but it was enough to keep Lucy hesitant, unsure of how she felt about him. Perhaps it was simply a little crush, formed by their close proximity and the nature of their work?

She was lost in her thoughts, didn’t notice the threat until it was too late.

That Joel knew to expect her, knew she was on her way, was only a small comfort when she realised she was being followed. The man wasn’t FEDRA, that was for sure. She was pretty sure he was one of the men who traded for pills she brought in, but she wasn’t positive.

What she did know, was he was twice her size, and probably ten years younger than her. She wasn’t what she’d call ancient, at thirty five, but she was still female, still half his size, and down a back street, just half a block from Joel’s place.

This was going to be a terrible place to die. Even more terrible if she didn’t end up being killed; that was a quick and merciful ending, and this man didn’t look the type.

She almost prayed he just wanted to violently relieve her of the goods she was carrying, but there was a nasty look in his eye as he cornered her, pushed her roughly into the brick wall.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here, all by yourself?”

There was a flash of something metallic; a knife in his hand, that he held briefly to her throat before she kicked him in the shin; the knife slipped. She felt it bite into skin beneath her left eye. It missed the eye, cut only superficially, but it bled nonetheless.

More worrisome was the rage that she had incited in her attacker; she was rewarded for her escape attempt by a punch to the head, a hand in a vice like grip on her throat as the other used the knife to hack at her shirt.

Somehow, she was certain she was managing to scream. Let someone find them. Hell, let FEDRA find them and arrest her for being out so close to curfew. Anything, even jail, was better than being raped and beaten by this awful, awful person.

Her head was spinning as the man leered at her, hand tightening on her neck.

Her rescuer came out of nowhere, or at least, so it seemed to her, with one eye obscured by blood, the other hazy. Her peripheral vision wasn’t exactly stellar in that moment.

A fist collided with her attacker’s head, stunning him into dropping his knife; it was promptly kicked away from his reach.

“Let her go, now.”

Dimly, she recognised the voice.

Joel had been expecting her, and she was always so damn precise with her timing. Always on time, or early. Never a minute late, let alone fifteen. So he had come to investigate, gone looking, a suspicion that trouble may have befallen her leading him to the backstreets which she usually traveled.

She wasn’t certain what happened next; she was on the verge of unconsciousness when she felt the hand release her, dropped to the floor, gasping for breath and trying desperately to staunch the blood from the wound beneath her eye.

There was the distinct sound of violence, of fists hitting flesh. Lucy had to force herself to look up, to steady herself. What if Joel was hurt? What if he was getting hurt trying to protect her?

Her vision cleared in time for her to glimpse a grisly sight. Joel was on top of the other man, steadily beating every inch of his face that he could reach. Blood pooled on the concrete, but he didn’t stop, not until he was satisfied that her attacker was dead.

Bloodied and a little bruised, he got to his feet, dusted his knuckles off on his jeans; they were coated in blood, his own and the assailant’s, but Lucy didn’t shy away. She was still weak, still in pain. Her head ached and her eye hurt.

Joel took one look at her, sighed, and lifted her up into his arms, as if she were a child, not a woman grown.

It had bothered him, to worry about her. He had gotten used to the dark haired woman, with her soft voice and grey eyes and her penchant for kindness to the unfortunate of the QZ. Coming across her in such danger, with someone so despicable trying to commit the worst of crimes against women… it had sent him into a rage, into the sort of seeing red he hadn’t unleashed in years.

Hell, he was fifty five years old and had just beaten a man to death for the crime. He’d be almost impressed with himself if he wasn’t so damn worried about the woman he carried.

He would take her back to his apartment, clean her up. Put ice on her head, give her an aspirin, clean the wound under her eye. It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, he didn’t think, but it would scar. She was strong. She would be alright. As long as he took care of her, she would be okay.

Her grey eyes were transfixed on the pool of blood, the mangled face of her would be rapist.

“You got him…” she was almost awed in her tone, leaning her head on his shoulder. The indignity of being carried was long gone; everything hurt, her throat bruised. She was certain she might lose her voice.

“I got him for you, darling. He’s not gonna hurt you. Nobody’s gonna hurt you ever again.” Joel promised, carrying her up the steps, somehow managing to get the apartment door unlocked.

She had slept on his couch before, but she had been drunk and healthy in those scenarios. There was nothing else for it; he crossed to his bedroom, carefully deposited her on his bed.

“Don’t try and stand up, alright? I’m gonna fetch you some ice and something for the pain.”

Lucy didn’t try and move; he sounded so damn commanding, so reassuring, and besides, she was in too much pain to even try.

She rolled onto her side, wincing. The bed wasn’t uncomfortable, not really, and it smelled like him. Like whiskey and cheap cologne and a sort of musky sweat that wasn’t entirely unappealing. It was the same scent that had filled her nose when he had been carrying her. Not unpleasant. Almost appealing.

Lucy shoved the thought away as Joel returned to the room, carrying a glass of water, an aspirin, and a clean cloth.

Grateful, Lucy accepted the painkillers and gulped the water before she lay back down; her head was still in pain, and her chest burned from having to gasp for breath for so long.

“Easy now,” Joel placed the cool cloth onto her forehead, “that’ll take some of the swelling out. Your eye will sting for a bit while it heals, but it doesn’t need stitches.”

She would have sighed in relief, but it hurt to do so.

He grimaced as he looked her over. “I think your neck will bruise, though.”

She touched the handprint that had been left wrapped around her throat like the world’s most fucked up necklace. Joel cast it a dark look.

“I should have taken my time dealing with him. If you hadn’t needed me more…” the unspoken threat trailed off, hung in the air.

Lucy appreciated it, said nothing for a moment as she surveyed the older man in the dim light. He was handsome, she thought idly. She had always thought he was handsome, even when she had first approached him about taking her out of the QZ.

Given she’d just watched him beat a man to a bloody pulp, she supposed she should have been more frightened of him, but considering the circumstances…

He had never been more attractive to her than in this moment. The way he carefully sat on the edge of the bed, shone a light into her eyes to check for concussion. The way he cleaned the cut beneath her eye carefully. Tucked her under the blanket when it became clear she wasn’t going to be able to make it home.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry…” he murmured it almost softly, tenderly, as he cleaned the cut with liquor and she winced.

“Don’t be sorry,” she replied, watching him, “you saved my life.”

“I’d do it again. Nobody deserves that fate. Let alone you, you of all people…” he trailed off, handed her a glass of cheap whiskey.

It was the sort she drank to sleep, usually, and he knew it.

“Drink this. Get some sleep. I’ll be on the couch if you need me, and Tess is in the room next door.”

Lucy drained the glass in a long gulp, felt the liquor burn her on the way down.

“Won’t you stay?” She was half out of it on painkillers, adrenaline, and whatever damage had been done to her, but she knew what she was saying.

“Don’t think that’s a good idea, darling. Given the circumstances… I don’t want you to think you owe me…”

“Not like that!” Lucy protested, although quite frankly, as drugged as she was, as much as she had gone through the imminent threat of sexual violence, she would have given Joel anything, anything he wanted.

“I just don’t want to be alone…” she admitted in a small voice.

Joel looked at the shaken woman, at her mess of dark hair, tangled and free from its usual braid, at her wide grey eyes, still haunted and frightened. Nobody on the damn planet had the right to make her look that way.

That wasn’t what frightened him, what spurred him to act, to give in. It was the way that she looked at him, beyond the fear and the horror she had seen and been subjected to. There was something in her gaze that softened whenever she looked at him, soft and wanting.

“God damn it,” he muttered, circling the bed to the other side. “Alright. I’ll be here. You get some rest. You need to heal.”

They had shared a bed before, out of the QZ, when there had been no options. They’d always kept things strictly neutral, no hint of any sort of impropriety. He wasn’t about to change that now, of all damn times. He was warm enough, so he didn’t climb under the blanket. It kept an extra barrier between them.

The girl had been almost assaulted, for gods sake. He didn’t want to further traumatise her, even though their history was unlikely to make that the case.

Nothing had changed, he reminded himself firmly. She was just Lucy. Just a smuggling partner. Just an associate. Never mind their mutual attraction. Just an associate. An associate he’d just beaten a man to death to protect.

“Joel?” Her voice broke his internal conflict.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice half slurred from painkillers and liquor.

“I got you, darling.” Was all he said in reply; she didn’t hear him, already fast asleep, lulled by his presence to finally feel safe enough to rest.

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Her head was pounding; like someone had taken a hammer to the inside of her skull, on repeat. For a moment, Lucy pondered the world’s worst hangover, or potentially infection. It couldn’t be the latter; she hadn’t been in any sort of situation where she might have gotten exposed to the infection. She wasn’t sick, then, and not hungover.

Slowly, the previous night’s events started rushing back. Going to make the drop off. Being followed. Being attacked. Almost being…

Lucy shuddered. She hadn’t been. She hadn’t been and that was what mattered. If it wasn’t for Joel…

Joel. She dimly remembered him coming to her rescue, absolutely destroying the man who had attacked her.

Oh god… what if he was caught? What if by some chance he got into trouble for protecting her? She needed to go and find him, to make sure he was okay…

She opened her eyes, blinked. She wasn’t in her bed. Her eyes closed again; it hurt her left eye to open it. She vaguely remembered Joel carrying her. Not to her home, then, but his? But this was too roomy to be the couch. Her hand reached out and found the cool other side of the bed.

Oh.

Her cheeks heated as she remembered him giving her something for the pain, cleaning the still aching wound under her eye. Remembered asking him to stay with her, because she only really felt safe with him.

Hell, she’d gone and thoroughly embarrassed herself. Hopefully she could pass it off as being in shock. Hopefully he didn’t think too poorly of her.

She was contemplating all of this so much she barely heard the bedroom door open. Barely heard the footsteps until he was right beside her. She cracked her eyes open again, found Joel standing beside the bed with a chipped glass of water in one hand.

“How are you feeling?” There was contempt in his gaze as he looked at her, but Lucy knew it wasn’t directed at her. Not by the way he was looking at the bruises on her neck.

“Like shit.” She admitted; her voice came out hoarse, like she’d screamed for six hours solid.

“Yeah. You don’t look so fantastic either, darling.” He shook his head, set the glass down beside the bed and offered her his hands so she could sit up.

Reluctantly, she took them, let him help her sit.

“Thanks…”

She decided she didn’t particularly want to see her reflection at the moment, but she caught sight of it in the mirror on the wall anyway. Truly, she looked like absolute hell. Her eyes were slightly puffy from where she’d cried; a bruise was forming under her left eye where the knife had cut, which had scabbed overnight but still looked angry and red. Worst of all were the purple bruises in the shape of fingers around her throat. Wincing, she looked away, found herself being handed the glass of water.

“You need to keep hydrated.” Joel reminded her. “Are you hungry?”

She shook her head, even though she could have eaten. Food was a commodity in the QZ; he had done enough for her, and even if he was her friend, she wasn’t about to eat his food.

“You just saying that?” He crossed his arms, watching her until she withered a little. “That’s what I thought. Drink all of that.” He added, retreating from the room.

Lucy wasn’t about to test his patience; she knew he had her best interests at heart. After all, he had quite literally beaten a man to a pulp to protect her, and here he was bringing her water and taking care of her like it was nothing.

He returned a few moments later with some toasted bread. Real bread, full of grains and seeds, the wheat grown in some underground farm in the heart of the FEDRA HQ in the QZ.

“Is that bread?” Lucy stared at it. Bread was a luxury, given the source of the outbreak had begun in food supply. Growing wheat, making bread, nowadays, was an artisan job. She’d mentioned this particular bread to him once or twice; she’d been considering trading for a loaf with their last haul, but never got round to it.

“I got it last night, on my way back from work.” He offered her the plate, “I thought you’d like the surprise.”

It hurt to smile, but she smiled anyway as they ate together. It was nice to eat a meal together that wasn’t a quickly gobbled snack whilst out on a supply run or smuggling job.

“It must have cost you a fortune…”

He shrugged. “We had a good run. I wanted us to celebrate. Have a few drinks. Unfortunately things didn’t go that way…” his expression darkened again, and he rubbed his bruised knuckles.

Lucy noticed the bruising at once.

“You’re hurt…”

“It’s nothing.” He assured her, but she reached over and grabbed his hand, inspecting the bruises for herself.

“You’re hurt because of me…” Guilt filled her voice.

He shook his head, frowning.

“Not because of you. God, how can it possibly be your fault? You were attacked, for gods sake. It’s not your fault at all. I’d do it again, and if anyone else ever tries it…” he trailed off, expression stormy. Lucy wasn’t sure what to make of it.

That Joel was protective, she knew. But she had never imagined him to be this protective, let alone have that streak applied to her to the point that he would kill without hesitation or remorse to protect her.

“Do you think you’ll get in trouble?”

“No witnesses, and I recognised the fucker. He had a… reputation, to say the least. Trust me, he won’t be missed.” Joel sighed, looked down at the way she held his bruised hand in both of hers. “More to the point… are you alright?”

She shrugged.

“I’m shaken up, and I’ll probably be sore for a while, but I’m alright. You got there just in time.”

“Not soon enough…” he eyed her bruised throat darkly, “but I’m glad.”

She smiled faintly.

“Joel?”

“Yeah?”

“Did I say thank you? I don’t know if I did.” She wasn’t sure; she thought she might have before she passed out, but she didn’t recall.

Her hands were roughened from manual labour, but still soft, still warm. They were very distracting. He had to shake himself out of his own thoughts to answer her.

“You don’t need to thank me, darling.” Joel assured her.

What he didn’t say was: stay. Stay and don’t leave me and that’ll be thanks enough.

Because that trail of thought scared him. He knew he was protective of her, hell, he knew he was attracted to her. But that wasn’t a path he could go down. It simply wasn’t allowed, and besides. She was twenty years his junior. Whether or not he had saved her, whether or not they were friends… he doubted she would ever view him in that light.

And so he buried those budding feelings deep down, gently removed his hand from hers.

“Get some more sleep, alright? When you’re recovered enough, we’ll get you home. Even if that’s a few days from now. I’ll sleep on the couch, alright?”

She was so exhausted, still recovering from her ordeal. The idea of going home in this state didn’t appeal to her at all, so she was almost glad when he offered her a place to stay until she was better.

“That sounds good… you’ll have to trade the rest of the stuff… it can pay for me being here.”

He sighed; he didn’t want payment for looking after her, but he knew that would be fighting a losing battle, so he just nodded, helped her lie back down, tucked the blanket around her.

“I’ll check on you in the afternoon, alright?”

“Okay…” Lucy closed her eyes, no longer able to fight her own fatigue. She almost, ashamedly, wished he might kiss her forehead. What she couldn’t know - and didn’t know - was that he was struck by the exact same impulse, had to fight the exact same desire, as he left the room swiftly.

The slight concussion and the shock had made several things fuzzy in Lucy’s head, but several things were concrete and absolute: Joel had saved her life, was taking care of her despite having no reason to do so, and most importantly, she realised, she was deeply and thoroughly in love with the man.

Come what may, he had her loyalty, her trust, and her unwavering support. She would go where he went, protect him as best as she could, not just to repay him for what he had done, but because she couldn’t imagine a world without him. No matter if he never - and she honestly didn’t think he ever would - returned her feelings, she knew in her heart that she loved him, and nothing could or would change that. She would be content if they just remained friends, so long as they maintained the closeness and trust they had now.

He had killed a man for her. It was an oddly romantic notion; that he was a man with violent tendencies and a traumatic past, but he had found her worth saving. Had found her worth protecting.

It warmed her, made her heart full and ache with longing and love. Maybe one day, one day, she might be able to be open with those feelings. For now, she slept, curled under the blanket that smelled of him, and allowed herself time to heal.

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[justahopelessssromantic]

Who did that to you?

A/N: I'm still figuring out getting back into this writing thing. I've missed it so I thought I might try sharing some random pieces. Here's just a little something for Happy Lowman and one of many OC's Evelyn. I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think ☺️

Warnings: Nothing really I can think of. It's been a while so please forgive me I'm a little rusty. Happy being protective and just some sweet fluff.

Pairings: Happy Lowman/ OC Evelyn

Happy stepped into the house kicking his boots off and hanging his kutte up by the door. He was quickly met with Bruno and Ellie barking to announce his arrival. Once they assessed the threat was only him they were all tail wags and smiles as they excitedly waited for him to give each of them some attention.

After the joyful greetings he made his way down the hallway to the bedroom discarding his shirt as he went as the two followed behind him before rushing past him and into the bedroom. By now it was very much routine when he'd get in late after a long ride.

It had been a while since he last saw her. Way longer than any of them liked. They talked on the phone as much as they could though with both their busy schedules.

The tv was on, lighting up the bedroom as it quietly played some sitcom reruns. That's when he saw Ruby, the sweet pitbull he had brought home to her a few months ago curled up on the bed. She lifted her head up for a pet before plopping it back down and resuming her nap.

"In here," Evelyn's voice called out from the bathroom. The door was shut all but a crack allowing just a little light to spill through.

Happy stepped into the room just as she was patting her face dry.

"I missed you."

She smiled as he pulled her close. "I missed you too."

His own smile was quick to fall, his rage taking over as he took in the black and blue bruising around her eye. "Who did that to you?" He growled.

She could almost see his demeanor change before it even happened instantly picking up on his change in mood. She had become somewhat of an expert on Happy. She quickly tried to reassure him and turn the situation back around.

"Happy, baby, look at me." She spoke calmly, patiently waiting for his gaze to move from the bruise and meet her eyes. It took some coaxing but eventually his murderous stare met her soft hazel eyes.

"It was an accident." She explained.

"I don’t care. I'm going to kill whoever did that to you. Just give me a name."

"You're not going to kill anyone. It was just an accident.” She grabbed his hand in hers. “One of my patients, he just got confused was all. He didn't mean to and he felt horrible once he realized what he had done."

His body was still tense as he looked down at her and she knew he was still running through a million different ways to make the one responsible suffer. It was in his wiring to protect those he loved. She wouldn't ever want to change that about him but she also wasn't going to let him jump into every fight, especially when there was no need for one.

"You're not going to go beat up an eighty four year old." She reasoned with him.

He huffed. He didn't care how old he was.

"Promise me." She didn't think he'd actually do it but just in case she had to hear him say it.

It only took a few moments of her intense stare down before he gave in. "Fine.”

“Good,” Satisfied she stretched up to give him a kiss before taking his hand and leading him to the bed. He followed close behind her. "I mean I think it kind of looks badass don’t you?”

“Totally badass." He grinned playing along. "My little killer.”

#happy lowman #happy lowman x oc #happy x evelyn #sons of anarchy

[smollangrycat]

Drown, Prt 10

(Avatar: WOW Oc)

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Quick Note - Hi Luvs! I’m so sorry about the long wait - Exams are currently kicking my ass, I hope your enjoy this Chapter!! Sadly I have to say there’s a note at the end, sorry!! 😅💕

Avatar: WOW spoilers. 

I would also like to give a massive thanks to all the love you guys have shown my fics, it truly makes my day!!

Summary

(During Avatar: WOW) Alue’k is terrified of water, so what happened when some Metkayina boys think it would be funny to drag her into the sea and leave her.

Warnings

Just fluff

Crying?

If you think anything else needs to be added leave a comment. 

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Silence.

Total silence … and quiet rage.

The eldest sully had faced many things in his life time, loosing his legs, loosing his brother, being shipped to a completely different planet, nearly dying to protect his new way of life, the stress of parenthood. However nothing could have prepared him for what he was told.

“They tried to drown me.”

Jake couldn’t believe what he’d just heard, someone almost took his child from him. His eye twitched slightly as he processed this new information and to say he was angry would be to drastically downplay the situation.

Hell, to say he felt rage would be a fucking understatement.

What Jake felt, he didn’t even think there was a name for. Some one had tried to take his child from him, tried to kill his baby girl. His sweet, funny and happy baby girl who only ever wanted to make others laugh. 

Jake hadn’t  notices that his inner thoughts had made him miss Alue’k quiet request. 

Neteyam caught on that his dad had managed to miss his sisters question so he gently pushed it forward by placing a hand on his fathers shoulder. When Hake met his eldest eyes he was directed to look once again at Alue’k.

Neteyam - Dad?

Jake once again made eye contact with his daughter fully listing to whatever she had to say. An alarmed look covered his face as he waited for his daughter to say something. 

He held  her tight in his arms, eyes wide and alert. Alue’k quietly chuckled to herself, he looked like what humans called an “Owl”. She had read about them in books Norm had given to her, the man could never say no to “puppy dog eyes” as he called it.

The young girl cuddled closer into his arms trying her best to match her breathing to his. Alue’k had always struggles white the idea of being small, always arguing against it. However, now? She couldn’t deny how small she really was, wrapped in her fathers arms. This is the safest she thinks she’s ever felt.

Alue’k - Can we go home?

Her voice was quiet and hoarse, like sand paper. 

It mad Jake wince. Nodding his head he cupped Alue’ks face, cradling it softly. A gentle smile covered his face as his eyes softened, how could he let this happen? 

He was meant to be the protecter… . How had he become so wrapped up in adapting to his new life that he missed his daughter struggling. Hell, we’re all of his children struggling and he was just blind to it?

Jake - Sure thing baby girl, we’ll go home yeah? We’ll go home, your mamas waiting up for you.

Alue’k sniffles nodding her head in agreement. She held on tight to Jake as he stood up and started to make his way to their marui pod, carrying Alue’k close to his chest. 

That was until an all too familiar feeling of teeth sinking into his calf’s made him stop. Jake stared down at the viper wolf who had never rlly shook the habit of nipping at his calf’s. He looked at his daughter who was reaching down towards the viper wolf, sighing gently he leaned down slightly making it easier for the young girl to pick up her friend.

Tonôwa cooed happily as he laid comfortably on Alue’k, the girl in questions smiles as she scratched under his chin making him purr. Her attention was captured by another however as someone started to frantically call her name.

They voice was quickly identified as Neytiri.

Aleu’k flailed a bit trying to get out of Jakes arms. Jake steadied himself before taking the hint and letting the girl down, he helped her regain her balance but before she could even properly settle on her feet she took of sprinting towards her mom. 

Alue’k - Mama!

Alue’k - Mama!

Her voice grew desperate as she pushed herself to run faster.

Tonôwa still in her arms (not enjoying the very rocky journey).

Neytiri ran faster than she ever thought was possible, she legs burned by the time she reached her precious daughter. When they finally crashed into each other, the force of it brought them both to there knees. Neytiri wrapped her arms around Alue’k, eyes watering out of relief that her daughter was safe.

After a few moments of just being held by Neytiri, Jake joined followed closely by Neteyam and Lo’ak. The all huddled around the girl and pulled each other in. This is the family she almost gave up, at this moment she didn’t believe she could ever forgive herself for that.

Their peace was soon interrupted by screaming, Alue’k braced herself as two bodies came crashing into the Sully family huddle.

Tuk and Kiri.

Kiri cupped her face, resting her forehead on hers while saying a quiet prayer of thanks to Eawa. Tuk just sobbed, wrapping her arms around her sisters waist and begging her never to leave again.

Alue’k had a lot of mixed emotion at the moment: She felt sad, angry, guilty just to name a few. However, right now, there’s no other place she would be then wrapped in her family’s arms.

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Hey Luvs! I’m so sorry but I’m going to have to take a break, just until my exam are over. I hope you all understand!! However, I’m gunna miss all of you for the next few weeks, just remember to look after yourselves and be as happy as you can!!! 💕💕💕🥹

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[peachymilkandcream]

Levi x Evelyn -> Blurred Lines

(A/N: Not a specific request but I've been wanting to do a drunk Levi smutshot, it fits so well with the two of them and I'm here for it! Please give me some more requests though, I'm in the mood)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Whether it was all part of Levi's plan or just her survival instincts kicking in Evelyn had come to learn how to deal with his personality. He was an asshole through and through but there was almost a special trick to dealing with him and make sure she didn't have to wear long sleeves in the summer. Levi was a touch starved man, despite his hard exterior all he wanted was affection and respect, at the loss of her dignity she could give him that. However nothing could have prepared her for what would happen when Levi's drinking habit got the better of him.

It was late, she was still awake reading but his footsteps on the stairs snapped her out of her own thoughts. Panic made her heard pound, the book she had been reading was a romance, a big no no in Levi's eyes, he believed that things like that were toxic since they gave her a view of relationships different from the one they had. The only reason she had one is because the one time she had been permitted to visit Hange she had given it to her. Desperately she tried to hide it, throwing it under the pillow and facing Levi as he threw the door open.

He was a dishevelled mess, sweat making his hair wet, his shirt untucked and barely buttoned. She didn't understand what was wrong until she saw how glassy his eyes seemed and the way he stumbled over to her, he was either tipsy or drunk. Drunk Levi was the worst kind, he became more violent and less in control of his own rage.

"Welcome home Levi." She tried so hard to keep her voice pleasant, careful not to upset him.

He sits on the side of the bed and pulls off his boots with some effort, muttering inaudibly to himself and ignoring her. Hopefully he'd just go to bed and sleep it off, maybe then she'd be fine.

She wasn't so lucky. Levi swung a leg over her so he was straddling her waist, supporting himself by the forearms while he kissed her sloppily and aggressively. All he wanted was her to enjoy what he gave her, and when he was in a state like this, compliance was the best option.

Evelyn pretended to moan into his kiss, hopefully he was too drunk to tell the difference. She made a show of it, tangling her fingers in his hair and into her pillow to make him feel like she couldn't take it, that he felt so good she couldn't handle it. Her thoughts on how to make it more believable made her forget about the book hidden under the pillow, so when she slid her arms up the corner became exposed.

Nothing missed Levi's attention, he immediately stops, sitting up and looking at the book. He tries hard to focus, taking longer than usual and just making her heart pump faster in worry. Maybe he couldn't focus, maybe she'd be safe, maybe he'd just go to sleep.

"Where'd you, get this filth..?" Evelyn winces when his words aren't as slurred as she hoped.

"A friend gave it to me, don't worry about it-" She reaches to gently take it from him but he holds it out of reach.

"Did I give you permission to read shit like this?"

"Well, no, but I figured it's fine."

"Oh you figured did you?" He flips through the pages, skimming through before throwing the book across the room. "Fucking words gave me a headache."

"I'm sorry if I shouldn't have read it-"

"That smut, you read it because you want me to do that to you, is that it?"

Sweat formed on the back of her neck, that's the last thing she wanted, those books usually had some of the most fucked up and degenerate kinks in them. In the hands of Levi when he wasn't fully self aware...he could kill her.

"No Levi- honest, Hange just wanted me to read it and see what I thought."

Levi climbs over her again, slower, more predatory. "You want me to give you a chance to escape, chase you through the woods and fuck you when I catch you?"

Evelyn backs up against the headboard, trying to put as much distance from him as possible but failing.

"Drug you to the point you act like a dog because you're so needy for me to fuck you?"

"No Levi I didn't mean it like that-"

"Carve my name into your skin after using you as a cum dump?"

He was over top of her now, his hands grabbing her wrists and pinning them down, he was so strong he was sure to leave brusies.

"Make you exchange your basic needs for sex."

Her lip quivers. "Levi..just go to bed, you're drunk-"

"Just shut the fuck up and bend over."

"Levi-"

He doesn't let her respond, grabbing her by the waist and flipping her over onto her stomach. When she tried to move he just grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled, she immediately stopped, worried with his strength he'd pull her hair out completely.

He seemed to be fumbling with putting it in, to get it over with, Evelyn tried shifting to help. She felt him poking her ass, threatening to push in, to which she quickly said.

"Wait Levi that's the wrong one-" Her words were cut by a choked scream.

Without and preparation he had pushed himself inside pulling her hair to bring her onto him, her body squeezed to get him out to which he responded with a slap on her backside.

"Stop your bitching."

It seemed like he couldn't decide between pulling her hair and pushing her face into the mattress so she did both. One moment she would be pushed down so hard she could barely breath, the next he was pulling her head up to the ceiling.

His thrusts were ruthless, her body couldn't just relax to him, fighting him at every step of the way. Somewhere in the back of his mind it was simply pain and a natural reaction, but at the forefront of his mind was the idea she was fighting him, which only made him want to put her in her place more.

There was blood, Evelyn tried to relax but each vicious assault made her body instinctually clench, she was trying not to allow the pain to get to her but it was too much. She wanted to do something to help his rage but every time she focused on anything else the force of his actions brought her jolting back to reality.

Tears blurred her vision, forced to take what he gave, that's how it always was, no matter what she did. It was always the same. It would always be the same. She realized he would never change, she could act a certain, be his perfect wife and he would never change. He would never care for her wellbeing, it was always and only him. It would always be him.

As he finished inside her with a sigh, Evelyn's resolve to escape this man returned, she would be free of him one way another, she would die trying if that's what it took. He would not win.

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #oneshot requests

[renee-writer]

A Rescue Chapter 1

AO3

A/N This new contains mentions of domestic violence.

She meet him for the first time when he killed her husband. Not a very good beginning, many would say. They don’t know the whole story. It wasn’t just a killing, but a rescue.

 

Claire Beauchamp meet Frank Randall when she was but eighteen and he twenty-nine. With the recent death of her uncle and only family, she is looking for security. It is a security that she believes she has found in him.

 

She is wrong.

 

The first time he hits her is on their honeymoon. He apologizes immediately, weeping at her feet. Young and in love, she lets it go. It is hard, you see, to see an abuser where your new husband stands, especially when he is so remorseful.

 

The fact that it doesn’t happen again for almost six months helps as well.

 

He returns home to find her in bed. The breakfast dishes still sit in the sink and nothing is cooking for tea.

 

His eyes narrow and he goes to find her.

 

“Claire Elizabeth Randall!”

 

Seeing her in bed, he strikes out without asking why. Hitting her wane face hard enough to knock her back against the wall.

 

“Lazing in bed while I am out working! No tea prepared! The breakfast dishes still…”

 

Her eyes are big, her hand over the raising flesh. “I, I am sick Frank. Been vomiting all day.”

 

He went from full on rage to excitement. “A child! Do you believe it is a child?”

 

“Maybe. I don’t know. I have never been…”

 

He hugs her. “I am sorry, my darling. I have a temper. Forgive me? You must forgive me!”

 

She does.

 

It wasn’t a child, thank God. He doesn’t  raise a hand to her for another half a year.

 

On their anniversary, oh the irony of that, he really hurts her. Worse then a slap across the face, or even a punch, he hits and kicks until she lays semi-conscious.

 

It started out a normal day. He was up early for work. Leaving her with a kiss and a promise to return home early to celebrate their anniversary.

 

She sees to the house, taking a long luscious bath after. Dressing in lingerie, a gift from her hen party, she adds just a robe over it.

 

“Hello my darling. How was work?” She opens her robe and it was the last thing she recalls.

 

“Your fault! Dressing like a slut instead of a respectable wife.” He stands, unapologetically over her.

 

Her mouth moves but no words come out.

 

“Maybe were you more of a wife and less of a whore, then you would be able to do your duty and give me a heir.”

 

Still, she would have stayed with him forever, probably. It was all she knew in her adult life.

 

Until another beating six months later.

 

She has grown used to them, sad to say. He slaps her daily, it seems. Every month, when her cycle comes, she gets beat. It was the same. Almost.

 

“Get out! I don’t want to see you until you are ready to try again!”

 

Getting off the birth control pills that she is sneakily taken would stop the monthly beatings but… no way was she dragging an innocent child into this.

 

She stumbles out the door and down the street. Her face is puffy from the assault from his fists. Blood stains her shirt and it is torn in several places.

 

Walking down the rural road, she sighs when it starts to rain. Was God crying too? Her eyes are half closed and she almost stumbles into the path of a car that quickly breaks.

 

The driver comes out.

 

“Lass, you almost…” He stops at seeing her.

 

 

His mind isn’t on where he is going. Driving aimlessly down the road, he is thinking about his ex. He had just caught her with his ex best mate.

 

The rain is falling almost as fast as his tears. He blinks them away, needing to focus on the road. He almost doesn’t see her.

 

Hitting the breaks hard, his swerve barely misses her. His depression turns to anger in the blink of an eye. He slams out of his car.

 

“Lass, you almost…” That she has been hurt is immediately obvious. He thinks an auto accident, “Bleeding… lass is anyone else injured? Come, have a seat in my car.” It is only when he takes her arm to lead her and she flinches that he understands.

 

His mind turns black with rage.

 

His da passed when he was young. His mam, after a suitable time, married again. At first his stepdad seemed a wonderful lad. For the first few years, his mam was happy again.

 

Then…

 

He saw her holding her arm. Concerned, he asked her about it. When she couldn’t meet his eyes as she stumbled out an explanation, he knew something was wrong.

 

Even at twelve, he was smart enough to understand that something that. His older sister saw too. They kept a close watch.

 

The horror was soon exposed. Their stepdad was beating her.  After getting nowhere with their mam, who made excuses for him, they approached their uncles, her brothers.

 

After explaining, Colum and Dougal took the man out, not in an American Mafia way; they took him out for a talk.

 

The children never knew what was said but it worked. He moved out. Mam got the courage to file for a divorce.

 

Now, this lass was suffering the same. He is an adult now. This he can handle himself.

 

“Where is he, lass?”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #a rescue #chapter 1 #tw for domestic violence #claire and frank #jamie and claire #outlander fandom #cannon divergence #modern au

[burritello3000]

Batman/TMNT Comics 2 Scene

You know that one scene in the Batman/TMNT 2 comics where Donnie is almost killed by that foot soldier and he starts doubting himself and that starts the whole thing off? Well, it’s that scene but Riseified. I couldn’t get this idea out of my head but I didn’t want to write a whole fic so I decided to just write this one scene. (PS: I apologize in advance if your name is are Daryl or Wilbur) This takes place during Season 1, after Turtle-dega Nights: The Ballad of Rat Man but while Baron Draxum has just taken control of the Foot Clan.

“Cowabunga!” Mikey yelled, as the turtles rode one of Donnie’s new inventions, the Sewer Slider, down the subway tunnel. The guy that had run away from them screamed and sprinted off into the darkness.

“I think we gave that guy a heart attack or something,” Leo called out from Donnie’s left. Wind whistled past the purple-masked turtle’s tympanum, whipping the slider’s words away immediately.

“It’s his own fault for walking through the subway with the lights out,” Raph pointed out. “And he should h— MIKEY IS THIS REALLY THE BEST TIME FOR A SNACK?!”

“You know what the ancient proverb says about pizza on a bagel,” Donatello’s little brother replied, snacking on said pizza bagel and pulling farther ahead of Leo and Donnie. 

“That’s from a commercial,” the snapper growled, his forehead creasing. “Remember, no eating on missions. We need to stay alert and vigi—”

“No fair,” Leo whined, interrupting him and pulling up alongside Mikey. “I want some! You gotta share little brother or I’ll take Raph’s side in the argument…”

The sharp wind carried Mikey’s response away as Donnie rolled his eyes. “Sigh, guys remember what I said about focusing when riding highly dangerous experimental machinery at eighty miles per hour?”

Only after Raph echoed Donnie did they quiet down. Dumb-dumbs, Donnie mentally grumbled. Why do they only listen to Raph? They should at least listen to me regarding my tech, right? … Right?

Donnie’s self doubt pity party was interrupted by a familiar raspy voice. “We agreed to leave! Why does Draxum want us dead?!” The far away conversation echoed down the tunnels, allowing the Mad Dogs to eavesdrop.

“You and Brute are not fit to lead us, Lieutenant,” an unfamiliar person responded. “In fact, you don’t even deserve those titles anymore, Daryl and Wilbur.”

“Daryl and Wilbur,” Leo snickered. “I would keep Lieutenant and Brute. Oh man, I’m totally going to tease them after we save their butts.”

A roar of rage echoed down the tunnel. “I think that we should hurry,” Donnie snapped, before more petty squabbling could break out between his brothers. 

“Donnie’s right!” Raph shouted, his bright red ninpo lighting up the dark tunnel. “Mad Dogs, ahoy!”

“I thought we agreed to save that for ship-based adventures, pal,” Donnie reminded his older brother. “Please don’t make me say that again; the viewers don’t like repetition.” ——————————————————————They were going so fast that tears stung at Leo’s eyes. They sped down the tunnel just in time to see some bulked up foot soldiers kick Lutentiant out of the ragged subway car. “No!” Brute yelled, just missing his friend’s out-stretched hand.

“Leo!” Raph barked.

“Already on it,” the slider said with a wink, picking up speed and catching Lutentiant on his Sewer Slider. “Hey, Wilbur!” He crowed smugly. “Need a lift?”

“YOU!” Lutentaint screeched, struggling out of Leo’s grip. “I had him! I do not need the help of children!” The flames on his head blazed with anger. “Also, how dare you suggest that my name is Wilbur, it is Daryl.”

Leo laughed, a smirk on his face. “Whoa, harsh, I thought we were pals. Well, not pals, but I thought that we were done trying to kill each other with this Baron Draxum thing happening. At least for now. Enemy of my enemy and all that jazz!”

Lutentiant finally freed himself from the blue-masked turtle’s hands and straightened, brushing himself off before pointing an accusing finger at Leo. “You turtles started this mess! It’s your fault that Draxum got the armor piece at the Botanical Gardens instead of us. Not to mention the fact that he is obsessed with you.”

Leo just rolled his eyes and surfed towards the subway car. “Whatever dude,” he called over his shoulder. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go save your boyfriend.”

The wind drowned out the former Lutentaint’s hoarse protests as he raced after his brothers. 

Leo arrived just in time to watch the show. “Hey losers!” Mikey called, jumping into the car, surprising and wrapping up the soldiers, paper and real, with his kusari-fundo. 

“I think this is your stop,” Raph finished, tearing up the paper soldiers. In the snapper’s haste, a few real foot soldiers broke out of the chain and fell out of the subway car.

“Hey, Raphie?” Leo called, joining them and dodging a hit. “I think one of the dudes that fell out of the car was the leader, the one with the freaky mask. Didn’t we leave Donnie back there?” He opened a portal, causing the paper soldiers that one of the human ones made teleport somewhere else. “Do you think…”

“Don’t worry, Leo!” The red-masked turtle responded, smashing a soldier into one of the walls and knocking her unconscious. “Donnie’s smarter than the rest of us put together. I’m sure he’s got something up his sleeve…” ——————————————————————Donnie equipped his newest invention to the train tracks, thrill at getting to test it out sparking through him. His weapon charged up as his quarry stumbled down the tunnel. “Y’know you guys should watch where you step down here,” he mused, his new invention making a buzzing noise and warming up in his hands. “The third rail can be quite deadly.”

He pointed the purple painted gun at them, artwork courtesy of Mikey, with a smug smile on his face. “And I only need a fraction of its power to charge this taser rifle I designed last night.” The tunnel lit up with electric green light, a sign that it was powered up and ready. “One hit, and you’ll be out for hours. Who wants to go first?”

His confidence vanished immediately as the ninja in the lead gave him a look of contempt that Donnie could see even through his weird mask. “Foolish child,” he spat, picking up his weapon and moving faster than the softshell could blink.

Donnie fired the taser, but it was too late. “You face ninja,” the foot leader sneered, nimbly leaping out of the way with his companion. They threw a couple of shuriken, one piercing Donnie’s shoulder and the other cutting through his power supply.

“Oh that’s not good,” the softshell yelped, trying to salvage his invention. “I can fix this! I can fix this! I CAN TOTALLY FIX THIS—” Donnie’s rambling was cut off as he took a blow to his plastron, flinging him across the tracks. “You know it turns out I cannot fix this…,” he finished weakly.

“You are not true ninja.” Pain ripped through his jaw as Mask Guy bashed his foot into his face. “You mask your deficiencies with cheap tricks. That is the way of the weak. You cannot best true strength and skill!”

“Scoff! I’m just smart enough to use every tool at my disposal,” Donnie retorted, pulling out his tech-bo. “Now eat plasma!”

The purple-masked turtle expected to use his battle shell to fly up into the air and blast the foot soldiers with his tech-bo. However, to his dismay, his battle shell gave a rumble and then fell off, exposing his vulnerable shell. His tech-bo short circuited and fell apart in his hands. “NO!”

“We have tools of our own,” Mask Guy continued triumphantly. His partner threw two more shurikens at the softshell. Donnie hissed in pain as one embedded itself in the edge of his shell. “Tools that our forebearers have mastered over centuries. Elevating the skill of their use into an art form. I can’t imagine what the great Lou Jitsu must think of you.”

Mask Guy’s words cut into Donatello’s heart, opening old wounds and bringing back long buried insecurities. His words hurt so much that the softshell didn’t see the chain that swept his legs out from under him. He let out a cry of pain as his shell hit the hard ground, gravel digging into it. The rail probably interfered with my tech! Donnie realized as he feebly attempted to block more shurikens as they cut into his arm.

He tried to activate his panic button, but Mask Guy knocked it out of his weak grip. Blood flew from his mouth as he took another hit to the face. “Perhaps this is mercy,” Mask Guy said maliciously, pointing his spear at Donnie’s throat. Panic clouded his senses as he stared at the sharp point as it lunged downwards…

His twin’s voice cut through his stupor. “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” Leo put Mask Guy in a headlock, his eyes narrowed with fury. 

Mask Guy grabbed the slider and threw him, smashing him into the opposite wall. “Don’t you see, boy? I am freeing you!” Fear sent Donnie’s heart racing as he turned back to him, his spear ready to strike again. “Imagine how strong you would be if you never had to protect the runt of your litter.”

Raph appeared out of the darkness, his face twisted with anger and fear. He punched Mask Guy in the face, so hard that he was sent flying farther down the dimly lit tunnel. “I’m plenty strong enough already,” he snarled, baring his teeth.

Leo helped Donnie up as Mikey turned towards the unconscious ninja, pure rage flashing across his face. “Just because Donnie’s as good a fighter as the rest of us, doesn’t mean that he’s not a million times better than bad guys like you!”

He then turned back to Donnie, his eyes wide with concern. “D, are you okay?! We totally thought you were a goner for a second there. Thank pizza supreme in the sky that we got down here in time!”

“Y-yeah,” Donnie stammered, shock still slowing his thoughts. “Thank pizza supreme in the sky…” ——————————————————————When they got back to the lair, Leo patched up his wounds as he and April chewed him out. “You’re lucky we got there,” Leo growled, not looking up from his wrapping. “You could have died, Donnie.”

“Ooooo I wish I was there,” April ranted. “I would have taught those jerks a lesson they would never forget! But seriously, D, you need to be more careful.”

“I know,” Donnie mumbled again, unable to meet his sister’s gaze. “I’m sorry.”

Her face softened. “We’re just worried about you, Donnie.”

“I know,” the softshell repeated, shifting around so his twin could treat his shell.

As April fell silent, the only noises for a few minutes were Raph and Mikey stuffing their faces with pizza. “Don’t listen to what that guy said,” Leo advised, putting the rest of the bandages away. “You don’t slow us down, Donnie. You’re all set, just no training for you for the next few days.”

As his twin and April retreated for pizza, Donnie was left alone with his thoughts. Leo might not believe it, he thought, shame burning a hole in his heart. But I do slow us down. He just doesn’t want to admit it. Dad probably is embarrassed by me, I bet all he said at that Demolition Derby was just another thing to get me to let him control the tank. Don’t worry, he comforted himself. That's all going to change soon, because I have a plan…

I thought about making this into a whole fic but I don’t want to. I feel like Donnie would try to become stronger by building a giant robot to help him fight. But the robot becomes sentient and almost destroys New York. Donnie would use more robot parts to try and stop the giant robot but the AI almost takes over his brain, forcing Donnie to believe in himself to break the control. He would also need the help of his brothers and FINALLY get even more approval from Splinter. Anyways, thanks for reading :)

#Rottmnt #Batman/TMNT 2 (Comics) #Rottmnt donnie #rottmnt Mikey #rottmnt Raph #rottmnt leo #April O’Neil Rottmnt #Foot brute #foot lieutenant #Foot soldiers #One shot #Self doubt #I’m sorry if your name is Daryl or Wilbur

[cloud-ya]

Thanks for the permission to rant. Going in Flamechaser order.

Kevin: Mei saying she's disappointed in him (or his leadership) in chapter 29/30 should have been a scene that happens much earlier in my opinion. We've gotten almost no information from him that'll be useful besides knowledge on the PE Herrschers. We know he likes eating ramen, whoopie. How is that in any way helpful to the characters in the story? It isn't. But I guess putting in some humor for the player doesn't hurt. We also know that with his MANTIS powers he's incredibly strong, so that's some foreshadowing for a eventual fight with him, sure. But besides that? He offers nothing but silence, refusal to answer questions and a Kaslana stubbornness that is endearing on Kiana but annoying on him.

Elysia: Ah yes, the sexual harasser. The Pink Elf that can't shut up about herself and how great she is. Of course, she'll throw in some compliments about you...then mention how you're at her level in the same sentence. Signet of Ego is fitting for her, because she clearly has one. Blackmailing Mei with Raven's whereabouts and potential wellbeing doesn't exactly seem like a heroic thing to do, but the fandom seems to missed that part. Sure, she pulled Mei's butt out of danger several times in the ER (Mobius, Kalpas, potentially even Aponia) and even assist Raven while she was searching for answers/leads/clues. And in the backstories did help out several of the other Flamechasers (including calling Kevin out during the Tragedy of Binding, and shielding Hua with her crystal barrier) but besides that? The only reason I hate that she died in 29 was because she was holding answers on the 13th Herrscher, otherwise I really couldn't care.

Aponia: Sexual harasser number 2. Consent, what's that? Letting people decide their own fate/destiny/actions, what's that? Not brainwashing people into doing whatever you want, what's that? Sure she's attractive, but honestly that's all she has going for her.

Eden: Now this might be a surprise, because people generally seems to like Eden. And I do. But this is a rant about the Flamechaser, so it's that aspect of Eden I shall rant about. In terms of ER lore, she's useless. She provides little to no useful information when she's sober, and when drunk she's of even less use. Otherwise she's actually one of my favorite.

Vill-V: Maybe chapter 30 and 31 will change my opinion on her once we learn more, but for now she's only useful and relevant in being the one that made several of the Divine Keys, and making Dr.MEI seem less of a Mary Sue in terms of intelligence. Seriously, having a single person be responsible for making all of PE's tech (MANTIS, Divine Keys, Stigmatas, etc..) is just ridiculous. Oh, and Vill-V is interesting to watch.

Kalpas: Another one of my favorite character, but disliked Flamechaser. Seeing him be angry at other characters is great, because I don't tend to like them very much. Seeing him be of no help whatsoever in getting answers isn't great, because he actually has answers but refuses to share. The scenes with Mei asking Kalpas about Sakura and a 'traitor' setting Kalpas off, and then with Mei asking Kalpas about Aponia are two examples of the writers using Kalpas's rage wonderfully, having him get angry once they've given us just enough information. I just dislike how the ER keeps stringing us along.

Su: I'm sorry, does he actually do anything in the ER? I really wish Durandal would visit ER just so she can kick/punch him in the gut again.

Sakura: I know she's a fan favorite, but besides that, she's useless in the ER outside of explaining terms that we've learned in the ER. Cocoon, her history with Kalpas, MOTH, being an assassin sent to kill Dr.MEI, etc...because she doesn't have memories of the Herrscher of Corruption onwards, she's pretty much worthless in terms of knowledge.

Kosma: Somehow completely worthless and useful at the same time. We know more about Project Ark thanks to his files, we also know more about Vishnu which can imply things for Theresa's future, and we know how strong Kevin can be because Kosma can only match him in raw strength. But his utter refusal to answer questions ('...Forget it' is only entertaining a number of times) and stonewalling of Mei's progress into the Deep End makes him low on my list of favorite Flamechaser.

Mobius: I actually like her as a character, both her OG self and ER Sim self. Her relationship with Klein and other Flamechasers is a breath of fresh air. She has a clear goal in mind, and doesn't really care about other's opinion. All in all, good Snake, nice little Hiss Hiss and Rattle Rattle. Could do without the attempt at body jacking though. Her explaining things about the biological topics/projects of PE is also interesting, since it affects a number of CE characters. The Kaslana thanks to their Stigma, Hua because duh, Vodka Girls because basically CE MANTIS.

Griseo: She paints. She helped Mei during ER Chapter 3. She has ties to Project Ark. There's really nothing else to say.

Hua: She's useless in the ER. Because she wipes her memory so damn often, we're left with someone who wants to help but is incapable of helping. I swear, all we needed was for IRL Hua or Senti to enter ER, sync their memories with ER Hua, and we'll have so many of the answers we want, but instead we're stuck with chasing clues like a headless chicken...so Hua after Otto shot her.

Pardofelis: She's useless in combat, but could you believe she's actually the MVP of ER? She's been nothing but helpful to Mei, even if she does care about profits, she got Mei a way to the deeper parts of ER, dragged Mei out to the lobby when Aponia did her thing, and provided answers to questions when asked without stonewalling Mei. And no, asking for payment hardly counts.

my conclusion to that is that mihoyo tries to show flamechasers as ordinary people a bit too much? like okay we get it, those warriors are your regular every day people you could meet anywhere who just ended up getting fucked up real bad by war and destruction around them, but they kinda forget that they are actually professional soldiers and not random people with funny powers? instead of giving mei answers she came for and exposing her to knowledge about the previous world and its mechanisms by the way they shoved her in some sort of sitcom that tries to be funny by force

#honkai impact #they did great work with pardo ngl #id also like to add my own rant about griseo because #just like you said she paints and that's it right? #i feel like a lot of artist characters from various series have this problem that authors make art their whole personality #correct me if im wrong i cant really bring examples anyway. i just have this feeling ive seen this trope too many times #art/paint based powers; talking about art and nothing else; being fascinated only by things related to art etc #like believe it or not but artists can and in most cases do have other passions and interests outside of making art #and can talk about something else than paint

[bluepriestess]

Castaway

Summer rounded the corner into the clinic, desperate to see Amata and make sure she was okay. She was the last remaining person in Summer’s life, she was the only thing that was keeping her going. 

Amata stood against a pillar, rubbing her face in frustration. Summer’s heart swelled with love and adoration. Summer composed herself and cleared her throat. Amata looked up, surprise melted into softness. Summer rushed to pull her into her arms, holding her as if she would cease to exist otherwise.

“You actually came.” Amata said as she pulled away. Summer nodded as tears filled her eyes, caressing Amata’s face, looking her over for any scratches or cuts. Amata nuzzled into her hand before stiffly pulling away. Summer tilted her head slightly in confusion but chalked it up to her still reeling from what had just transpired.   

“Of course I came, I love you.” Summer squeezed Amata’s hand. Amata took her hand and crossed her arms, looking up at Summer. 

“Summer– Is my father…?” Amata held her breath. She knew Summer always disliked him, but she certainly wouldn’t kill him, right?

“He’s fine. I talked him into stepping down.” Amata let out a sigh of relief. Summer’s eye twitched at that, she had been gone for a while, but did Amata really think she would kill her father? 

A few of the vault residents had come into the clinic, some to thank Summer for diffusing the situation, others to gawk. Summer felt weird being back in the vault. It was almost… Suffocating, to say the least. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She missed her home, her girl, but the idea of being sealed back up in the vault made her vision blur and her stomach turn. 

Amata took Summer’s hands before looking at her with tears in her eyes.

“Summer, we’re all grateful for what you’ve done for the vault…”

There was a pause, the pained look on Amata’s face made Summer want to reach out and comfort her. Summer’s blood started to run cold, her heart sinking deeper within, enveloping in a pool of rage that was quickly boiling. No. No, this was not happening. 

“…But there are still many here who blame you for everything that’s happened… So I have to ask you to leave— I’m sorry but—“

The rage bubbled up and out.

“You’re sorry?” Summer’s raised voice echoed throughout the vault hallways. “I just saved everyone in the vault from your fucking jackass of a father, and you’re kicking me out!?” Summer stared Amata down, her emerald eyes boring into Amata’s hazel ones. Summer ripped her hands out of Amata’s.

Amata had shrunk back slightly when Summer had started yelling. She had never been on the receiving end of Summer’s ire, always behind her, always safe. Summer turned to pace, kicking a chair all the way across the room. She had never seen Summer this upset, doubt and fear began to creep into her mind, but she needed to stand firm and tall if she was going to be the Overseer.

“Summer—“ The pinkette looked at Amata, tears in her hurt, broken, sad eyes. “You know I love—“

“Don’t.” Summer cut her off with a wave of her hand. Her palm began to bleed from how much she was digging her nails into it.

“You don’t get to love me anymore. You’re choosing everyone else over me. Everyone else over your fucking girlfriend who was quite literally chased out of the vault and into the fucking wasteland, with no food, water, shelter. Do you know how fucking awful it is out there? No, of course you don’t— Too busy playing house in this fucking cage.” She gestured all around her.

“Did you know I had to watch my father die in front of me?” Amata’s eyes went wide, shock and anguish painted all over her face. She opened her mouth and closed it several times, but nothing came out. She didn’t know what to say. Summer let out a strained scoff/laugh as she shook her head before turning away. 

Some of the residents in the room had quietly made their exit when Summer had started yelling. They watched from the doorway, it was not like they had anything better to do.

Summer lifted her head and slowly turned back to Amata, tears streaming down her face, hands on her hips.

“I have dreamed of you,” Summer’s voice trembled, dropping to almost a whisper. “Almost every night. I dreamed of coming home and having you in my arms again…” A sob escaped her lips. She turned to leave, the tears flowing, her chest convulsing as she held back more sobs. 

“Please, wait—“ Amata grabbed Summers forearm.

Summer ripped her arm away before stepping forward, face inches from Amata’s, rage taking over again.

“Commit me to memory, because this is the last goddamn time you will ever see me again.” Summer turned on her heel and headed for the doorway. She stopped at the threshold and looked back at Amata one last time. “Have a nice life without me muddying it up Amata, cause I know I’m going to enjoy mine without you.” Summer shoved past the spectators at the doorway and out of Vault 101’s residents lives forever.

#words by alexis #courier summer #lone wanderer #fallout 3 #amata almodovar #trouble on the homefront #ok i forgot that this takes place after waters of life and zoo we mama